This is something I've written which is somewhat different from my normal stories and has a few new themes for me. I would remind people that this to a big degree is fantasy. As I don't like splitting up my stories it is fairly long and only part 1. I hope those who read it will take the time to give it a vote so that I'll know whether I'm hitting the right note with the readers and whether there is enough interest to write a part 2.
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I had been in jail for the past 5 years; I was released just two days after my 45th birthday, which was about five days earlier than the date originally given to me. My life seemed to have come to a complete halt during my incarceration. It had been one of those cases of being in the wrong place at the wrong time and what had started off as a brawl in a pub ended up with me on a charge of involuntary manslaughter. It was just my luck that there was a lot of bad press at the time associated with the leniency shown by the courts and the judge decided to set an example; had that not been the case I would probably have walked away with a suspended sentence, but hey shit happens right?
I hadn't completely wasted my time while in jail and had managed to do various "rehabilitation courses" for want of a better description during the 5 years. I think that perhaps if it hadn't been for that opportunity of psychological escape I may have completely cracked up under the strain and pressure associated with being caged up with some very rough and unsavoury characters.
On my release I wasn't too sure as to what to do next, although you would have thought having had 5 years inside I would have come out with all these fantastic plans or at the very least one. I had had a successful business as an accountant, which of course vanished the moment I was sentenced, weirdly enough none of my clients could wait 5 years or so to file their tax returns.
The thought of going back to my profession was rather numbing as I now considered it as being rather stale and boring after my experiences inside and I decided I really wanted or rather needed to do something completely different and something involving people. I just wasn't sure what at this stage, and I needed to sit down somewhere quiet and have a long hard think about the whole situation, after all I wasn't about to get any younger. Although for my age I was remarkably fit as having been inside I had had to toughen up quickly, so physically I was at my peak, however it was not just a question of physical fitness it was also about mental strength, so the result of the two was that it had brought out a meaner more aggressive and dominant male me.
Not having had a woman in 5 years it was the first thing on my mind, all I was thinking about right now was a nice tight wet cunt to sink my aching cock into. I called my sister from a call box, needing somewhere to crash until I could make alternative arrangements.
"Hi is Jennifer there?" I asked the young sounding girl on the other end of the line.
"NO. Who is this and what do you want?" The reply I got was short, curt and rather rude.
"This is her brother, who are you?"
"I'm Ashley her daughter, your niece, ahhh..., and my mum and dad are away for a few days but mum said you might call and I was to say you can come over and stay until you sort yourself out. So if you're coming you'd better come now, I've got plans you know!" I didn't like being spoken to like that by anyone let alone almost a child, she was damn right rude but I managed to somehow restrain myself.
"Okay I'll be over in about an hour, hour and a half." I told her.
"Well I'll wait but I don't promise to wait any longer than that." Ashley said that with what came across as a rather scornful tone and she put the phone down before I could say another word.
I did a bit of shopping, using some of my sizable savings, and had a haircut, manicure and general spruce up but left the two day stubble as it seemed to be the in thing. I then proceeded to jump into a cab and arriving, about 2 hours after my initial conversation with my niece, outside the big detached double fronted house that my sister Jennifer lived in with her husband John and walked up the long drive to the huge double door and rang the bell. The door opened and for a moment I was literally taken aback.
The girl that opened the door was stunning, 5'6" tall in her bare feet, 35c-28-35, long thick curly mousy blonde hair, deep blue eyes, full and thick delicious lips and a cute button nose. Her facial features were well defined with a near perfect bone structure. All of her was quite simply excellently proportioned. She reminded me a lot of Jennifer at that age which brought back some very horny and exciting flash backs. She seemed slightly flustered and out of breadth. Thoughts of my sister combined with my nieces lack of clothing made my cock instantly hard and it seemed to have a life of its own as it twitched and throbbed as she looked me up and down and to my surprise her eyes seemed to stop briefly, but long enough for me to notice, at my crutch. My trousers did little to hide my hard on and I was certain it was clearly defined and in any event enough so for her to appreciate the huge size of what I was packing.
Ashley's short pastel skirt stopped just two and a bit inches below her crutch, a bit shorter than you'd expect or was modest, and her tits looked about set to burst out of her tiny vest top, which seemed a size or two too small and without a bra the tiny thin vest was the only thing covering and holding them in. Her nipples were very big, just like her mothers, and I wondered why they were so hard and pushing the flimsy material into tents ready to tear it and poke through. Not having seen her for so long I was shocked at how quickly she seemed to have grown up and what an attractive sexy young thing she was.
"Well you're lucky I waited; so come on in don't just stand there. I'll show you your room." She said and moved slightly to one side, almost out of the way but not quite enough, so that as I tried to squeeze past her, her hard nipples brushed against my chest.
Ashley closed the door and I waited as she walked past me and took the lead. I followed her to the bottom of the stairs and as we began climbing up them I couldn't help but look up her tiny skirt which was so very short that there was little choice. In fact I could clearly see all the way up her skirt and in between her legs at her white cotton knickers whose crutch seemed to be soaking wet judging by the huge dark stain at the position where the very clearly defined camel's toe was, the sight took me completely by surprise and obviously triggered my curiosity as well as making my cock twitch.
We arrived at the upstairs landing and I followed her to one of the doors which she pushed open.
"This is it." She stood at the doorway making me squeeze past her again so as to have a look inside.
The room was a decent size with a huge modern metal four poster bed, wall to wall mirrored wardrobes running along one side, a dressing table with a huge mirror, a writing desk and a door, disguised as a mirror, to the en suite bathroom.
"Oh shit!" I heard my niece suddenly say and I looked at her with what must have been a quizzing look as she seemed to answer the unspoken question.