An Unexpected Turn

This isn't really an incest story but does border on the theme. It was the closest matching Category I had to choose from so I chose it; so go into this realizing that it is not technically an incest story and only bash me on my choice of labeling if you can suggest a better one, because I'm at a loss.

This is my first attempt to write a story for this site and my first attempt in writing in years. So feedback is greatly appreciated, as though I don't have a lot of time, I would like to continue writing and improving my skills.

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Under the waning sun, the two's conversations died slowly. The sky was becoming a dark, but brilliant orange and the smell of the ocean barely miles away filled the salty air.

Aiden let his eyes close momentarily to the sounds of tender leaves rustling in the tress. A light breeze grazed his relaxed skin. In his swimming trunks and a loose t-shirt, he felt comfortable and secure laying on his reclined deck chair just outside his open back door.

Jenny seemed just as comfortable and secure laying only two feet from him wearing only a modest string bikini. The outgoing twenty year old girl had no doubt been dropping subtle advances all day to her twenty-seven year old host, but like those flirtatious teases, she kept her bikini on the modest side; as modest as a string bikini can get of course.

"Kind of unexpected that we'll be alone together tonight," Jenny smirked.

Aiden's eyes slowly opened and stared into the nearly cloudless sky.

"Does it bother you?" he asked already guessing the answer.

"Not at all; in fact, it's nice."

"How's that?"

"Well, Hilary talks a lot about you at school. You're her favorite uncle –"

"I'm her only uncle."

"Well, yeah," Jenny blushed. "I mean, she really thinks highly of you. She trusts you more than anyone. Even more than her own mom."

Jenny waited with a pause but Aiden clearly didn't know how to respond. After almost a minute of silence, she continued.

"Well, I just hear so much about you. With us alone, I can now talk to you first hand."

"We've talked all day," Aiden pointed out the obvious.

"Yeah, but night times are always more intimate. I mean, not intimate like that, but I mean, like, more personal."

"So you want to know all my personal information?" Aiden asked non-threateningly, but still a bit defensively.

"Well, we could talk about Hilary."

"Okay."

"What do you want to know about Hilary from me?" Jenny asked.

"From you? I already know everything about Hilary."

"You don't know all the things that happen in college to her."

"Okay, are you two still taking classes together? I know you became friends in a theater class or something."

"We take at least one course together a semester."

"Who's this Jenny, wait you're Jenny, Jennifer than; who's this Jennifer girl?"

Jenny grinned wide.

"Jennifer is a horrible girl. She takes some of the classes we're in and she loves tormenting Hilary. Well, at least that's how Hilary sees it."

"You don't see it that way?" Aiden asked with interest.

"I think Hilary is just unlucky and Jennifer happens to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"From what I've heard, she stole Hilary's boyfriend."

"He broke up with her and started going out with Jenny, Jennifer. I tried telling her that at least he broke up with her and didn't just cheat on her. Any guy that doesn't want her isn't worth her."

"That seems almost – cold, coming from a girl."

"Are you sexist?" Jenny's voice perked up playfully.

"No," Aiden immediately defended. "It's just that usually girlfriends stick together and hate other girls that aren't in their group, or something like that."

"Wow, you're sexist."

"No, I'm just not good at explaining myself."

"Girls can be just as logical and realistic as boys. Sometimes, it's just funner to be mad. But I saw past that whole situation easily because I knew he wasn't good for her. And she was just using him to kill some time until she found the one. Even she knew he wasn't the one. She was just mad that Jennifer got him."

"So then it sounds like she wasn't good for him?" Aiden defended the man's point of view.

"No, she was definitely good for him. He was getting a lot of what he wanted, and she put up with it to kill that lonely time."

"What was she putting up with?" Aiden was now looked over to Jenny. His face began to show hints of sudden emerging anger.

Jenny gave a smug smirk to him.

"I thought you knew everything about your niece?"

"What was she putting up with?"

"Nothing too bad," Jenny consoled the increasingly agitated man. Something about his defensiveness toward his nineteen year old niece though gave her a tingling sensation that made her momentarily squirm in her chair.

"What?"

"You want me to tell you if they had sex?" Jenny lowered her voice halfway and rolled her body onto her side.

Aiden gulped. His face contorted in conflicting interests.

"What did he make her put up with?"

"They didn't have sex if that's what's worrying you. At least not real sex. Hilary is kind of conservative on that front. But to compromise, she had other kinds of sex."

Aiden's face was now dominated by anger, embarrassment and even confusion. His niece's best friend then continued the discussion.

"You want to know what kinds?"

The sky was becoming dark but the salty air still remained warm.

"Why are you telling me this?" Aiden asked in a new, almost pleading voice.

"I think it's interesting."

"You think it's interesting to discuss your best friend's sex life with her uncle?"

"It must be this night air making the conversation more intimate."

The two laid in silence momentarily before Jenny spoke back up.

"Well, I'm not about to discuss my own sex life with you. Besides, Hilary's isn't that bad. I doubt she'd mind you knowing. She does trust you more than anyone in the world."

"I doubt she would want me to know about her sex life."

"I think she would want you to know that she's still a virgin. And she hasn't even had anal sex either. The most she's done is cybersex, but even ten year olds do that. Well, she's also done, well, what girl hasn't," she trailed off, barely audible.

"So this guy made her cyber with him?"

"Not really. It's not that hard to cyber and with no real consequences, it's just harmless fun.

"So what did he make her do? Why are you being so cryptic?"

Jenny smirked very cutely to the twenty seven year old man.

"Because it's fun."

Another moment of silence passed between the two.

"He wanted pictures, and she was shy," Jenny finally came out with it.

"What kind of pictures?"

"Your mind always goes to the worst thing imaginable," Jenny said lightheartedly. "Not too long ago you thought she was being raped. Give your niece some credit."

"So they weren't bad then?"

"No, they were horrible. Extreme hardcore stuff." Jenny then lifted her shoulders to her face and with a big smile said, "Just kidding."

Aiden pushed himself sitting up on the deck chair he had been laying in now for just over two hours. Jenny quickly followed suit and attempted to lure him back in.

"Remember the pictures I sent to you of me when we were discussing this whole surprise for Hilary?" she asked.

"The two dozen pictures that I never asked for?"

"You never asked me to stop sending them. Nice of you to keep count though."

Aiden averted his eyes.

"Well," Jenny started again, "most of the pictures she sent weren't any worse than what I sent you. And I kept all my clothes on and everything," she finished proudly.

"Some of those weren't the most modest clothes though."

"Even still," Jenny stressed, "here, I can show you them. I have them on my laptop."

"I don't think I should."

"Come on, she's your niece. She's lived a good thirty percent of her life with you by her side. I'm sure you won't see anything you haven't before. Besides, some of them are really cute."

"Fine."

Jenny popped up from the deck chair and almost skipped into the house. A moment later, she was yelling out to Aiden.

"Come in. I'll hook my laptop to the TV so we can get comfortable."

Aiden complied, retreating to the house and onto the oversized couch. Soon enough, the lights were dimmed and he had a twenty year old college girl in nothing but a string bikini cuddling in next to him.

"My laptop came with a remote," she said proudly flashing a tiny remote control with five buttons on it.

It was clear that Aiden was uncomfortable at the start of the slideshow, but his worries seemed to subside after the first few pictures. There were very innocent pictures of his nineteen year old niece. She was wearing a baby blue, form fitting t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with a cute pair of pink and grey tennis shoes. In every picture, she wore the same outfit as if she were in a photo shoot.

As the pictures drew on, they began becoming less innocent, but still well within reason for modern society. It was obvious that the reason these pictures would be considered valuable was because of her face. Yes, one could clearly make out the very nice figure of her body, but it was her young, curious, and so innocent face that turned these seemingly average pictures into almost art.

"Okay," Jenny said, "that would represent the cutesy faze of their relationship. Now here is when they started experimenting with cybersex."

Before Aiden could object, she showed the next picture. His nineteen year old niece was looking into the camera with her arms pressed in together, mashing her small breasts into significantly larger ones. The cleavage was at least less than one would expect.

"I don't think I should be watching much more," Aiden gulped as she showed him the next one.

"You watch porn don't you? This is nothing compared to porn."

She clicked to the next picture. She was still in the same outfit. This set of pictures had clearly been taken all at one time. But the lighting and the slightly off quality of the photographs and the fact that he could recognize her dorm room in the background gave at least some relief that this wasn't from a professional agency his niece sold her body too for tuition.

His niece was lifting her shirt over her bra; her lips were tensed with the cutest bit of shyness in this next photo. Aiden then felt something rub against the front of his swim trunks. When it stopped on top of his manhood, it was obvious what it was.

"I learned about this in psychology," the soft female voice spoke beside him. "How two conflicting stimuli can enhance pleasure. On the TV, pictures of your niece and right next to you, my body."

"What are you doing?" Aiden asked.

"I just want to have fun. I'll make it worth your time if you play along." Her hand was already reaching down the front of his trunks and wrapping its fingers around his bare shaft.

"Hilary?"

"I won't tell her." Her hand was slowly pumping his smooth, fully erect organ. She proceeded to the next image. Aiden's niece was now in just a bra and panties, her jeans fallen down to her knees, her face smiling so coyly.

Her bra and panties looked to be of a set. Her bra was almost blocky, but still round. It was a strange illusion that made them more mesmerizing. It was pure white, covering her two small breasts with a linear band between them. The band wrapped around her sides to her back as well, but the fabric was seamless. Two more, much thinner bands rose over her shoulders

The panties she wore were a pure white. The design was like two bands, one for around the waist and the other looping underneath, seamlessly flowing into each other with subtle, smoothing curves where they met. They matched perfectly with the bra. Almost blocky, but strangely no corners.

Jenny continued dry masturbating her twenty-seven year old host under his swim trunks. The pictures continued until his nineteen year old niece was on the big screen with her bra straps hanging loose on her arms and her panties scrunched almost halfway down her hips. Jenny was effectively showing the man his niece strip naked in slow motion stills.

At that point of the slideshow, Jenny seemed confident enough in his loss of control to proceed in removing his swim trunks all together. He gave no resistance, his eyes strained on the television screen.

"Here," Jenny said putting the remote into his hands, "this button to go forward. Not too fast though, you don't want to spoil the fun." She then crouched onto the ground and climbed between his legs, taking his large, hard member back into her grip.

Taking his testicles in one hand, she used the other to guide his manhood into her salivating mouth. This man was her best friend's uncle, and he was looking at pictures of that best friend stripping naked.

Aiden moaned audibly at the sensation of entering the twenty year old's mouth, her fingers caressing his balls between memorizing the texture of his scrotum. He clicked next. His little niece's bra was now gone.

The girl's nipples were the size of quarters, her breasts he guessed at barely a B-cup. Her best friend was giving him a blow job.

The man tried desperately but didn't have much of any control over the situation, and so he failed in just two minutes between all the stimulations. He prematurely ejaculated into Jenny's warm, suckling mouth.

The first shot of hot cum splashing into the girl's throat seemed quite a surprise, but she appeared to be fast at adapting. The twenty year old swallowed spurt after spurt after spurt after spurt. This was clearly an unusually strong orgasm for the man and to not detract from the amazing pleasure he must have been feeling, Jenny kept her attention on massaging his testicles while her mouth moved up to suck the tip of his member.

It took numerous gulps but she drank all of his seed. And then she slurped off of him and looked back to see which picture did it. She was topless. Her best friend was topless with her panties only halfway down her hips.

Jenny quickly took the remote from Aiden's hand and climbed onto the couch with him. He was silent.

"Was I good?" she asked.

"Yes," Aiden replied stoically.

"You want to play with my breasts?"

"What?"

Jenny was already pulling the knot loose on the back of her bikini top. The strings fell to her sides as she pulled the one undone from around her neck. And like that, the girl was topless.

She eagerly lay down onto Aiden's naked lap leaving her bare breasts exposed up to him. The light in the room was dimmed to a low golden color and tinted with other hues from the television. It made her skin almost glisten.

"I just sucked you off, the least you could do is play with my chest some," Jenny smiled up to the dumbfounded man. He obliged.

Aiden caressed the girl's breasts for some time, occasionally focusing his increasing attention to her erect nipples. Jenny released soft sighs and moans; noises of a young girl in pleasure, but she kept them modest. It seemed she would rather leave him wanting to hear more than to wish he heard less.

And it appeared to be working. Not fifteen minutes later was there something pressing hard into her spine. She lifted her chest up and let him get comfortable before setting back down. It wasn't long after that she felt one of his hands wandering over her ribs and onto her stomach.

Jenny clicked to the next picture.

"Seriously?" Aiden asked.

Jenny smiled, but said nothing.

"Do we have to watch them?"

"I was the one taking the pictures. It doesn't bother me at all. If anything, it brings back good memories."

"Why me though?"

"Because I craved you so much when I took them. I longed to be the one on the other side of the camera so I could send the pictures to you. And seeing them now, while I'm actually with you; please don't stop." Jenny reached her hands to the one Aiden had on her belly. Coyly, she pushed it further down.

She let go hesitantly but he seemed to have gotten the point. His fingertips dipped below her bikini bottom and glided gently over her hairless mound. She could feel his middle finger slide over her clitoris before dipping between her lips. Her voice quivered.

Soon, his large hand was cupping her vagina, gently caressing her lips in wavelike pulses. Her stuttering finger accidently clicked through several pictures.

The man's niece was still in her panties. She was lying on her dormitory bed. Her thumbs were pressed into either side as she smiled seductively, yet coyly.

Jenny could feel that girl's uncle covertly humping her naked back. She closed her eyes and clicked the next button.

Aiden was staring at his nineteen year old niece nearly completely naked, laying on her bed with her panties halfway down her hips. Her hands were shyly covering her breasts. Her face was beyond seductive in it's out of place innocence. Next picture.

Aiden gave an audible groan as his hips involuntarily thrust into Jenny's back. Jenny opened her eyes and looked to the screen. She could feel his finger entering her body as she processed the image.

Hilary was in a nearly identical position as the last picture. The only, and big, difference to this one was that the bottom of her halfway on panties had been whisked to one side, as if on accident. The result was that Aiden was looking at his niece's bare vagina. Her vaginal lips, her vaginal crack, and even a hint of the sheath that covered her clitoris. A full two-thirds of her most private part was open to his view.

"You like her pussy?" Jenny moaned. "You like your little niece's pussy?"

Aiden moaned but didn't reply as now two of his fingers worked their way inside the girl.

"You want to use mine and pretend it's hers."

Jenny pulled her upper body forward and quickly scooted back before climbing on top of Aiden. On her knees, she stared at him momentarily before passionately forcing her lips down onto his. Her hands wrapped around his neck as she twisted and turned her head to find the best way to make out with the man.

Aiden's hands were falling down Jenny's back. They fell to her bikini bottoms but didn't stop. They only dragged the fabric down with them. With some quick pulls at her knots, he had completely removed them from her body. She was completely naked in his arms.

Jenny broke her lips off his unexpectedly, almost reluctantly.

"No," she said in confusion. "Wait," as if she was talking to herself. She then turned her head and picked up the forgotten remote.

She went to the next image, then the next, and the next in rapid succession. Her weight and one gripping arm were simultaneously pulling Aiden off the couch and onto the ground overtop her.

Aiden found his eyes more drawn to the television screen then he did the naked girl below him. His niece posed in various positions with her underwear still only half on. Outside of that one picture his heart so leapt on, she kept her female opening well hidden. But now desensitized by her flawless young breasts, his eyes always darted to her hips with each new slide.

On the ground, he let Jenny pull the shirt from his body so that they were both completely naked. And after so many more pictures, so was his niece on the TV.

His niece, Hilary, only nineteen years old was on her bed completely naked. She had one hand squeezing her left breast and the other was covering her feminine mound. He still couldn't see it, but there were no clothes on her. She was buck naked, and her right hand was between her spread legs cupping her exposed vagina. Her face was one of pleasure.

Aiden could feel the knees of the girl under him rising on either side of him. She was mimicking his niece's pose.

"Aiden," Jenny cooed up to him.

"What?"

"Will you pretend that I'm your niece?"

"What?" Aiden voiced with confusion.

"Not Hilary. But if I was your niece. If you were my real uncle, I would want you to do this so badly. I want to fantasize that you're my uncle."