[This story was written in December, 2004. I posted somewhere else at that time, and forgot about it. In the spirit of putting all my erotic writing in one place, I'm reposting it here, mostly unchanged - I've made a few small edits.]
One day not long ago I was online, surfing the "sexy" chatrooms on AOL, as I sometimes guiltily do. I honestly had no idea what was in store for me, when I first ran across my niece's screen name in a chat room called "truth or dare."
Let me give you a little background. I'm an openly bisexual single woman, currently recovering from a 10 year long relationship with another woman that fell apart due to her discomfort with what, I admit, are some rather unconventional "kinks" of mine - not quite conventional even by "lesbian" standards. More on this later.
My given name is Maria, but I go by Mary in most circles, except for family. I'm not a goddess but I stay in shape (perhaps I've got an unwanted 20 lbs on my thighs), I'm a bit "butch," but I'm no dyke, because I'm also a successful mid-level manager at a major accountancy. I have no children and currently I'm not in a relationship. I'm married to my job, as they say. This is what I tell people, and then I always add, as a joke, that it's a much better marriage than my first one (which lasted 2 years straight out of high school). I have a younger brother named Daniel, and we're actually quite close, in strictly platonic terms.
Daniel is a successful architect, but divorced his wife 6 years ago. Until last year, his daughter Rocio (or Rocy as she likes to be called) lived with her mom, Daniel's ex, Patricia. But when Patricia got involved with another man, things between her and Rocy became increasingly difficult, until finally, last summer, Rocy asked to live with her dad instead. Things were a bit traumatic at first - not just because Patricia had such a hard time letting go (they don't live close enough to together for there to be a convenient "weekend custody" arrangement), but also because Daniel had some serious ambivalence about being single parent, too. He was worried he'd not be home enough for his daughter, that she'd be lonely at his out-of-town home, etc.
The consequence is that he's leaned on me heavily to be Rocy's surrogate "mom" since she moved in, especially because I live only about 30 minutes from where Daniel does. So Rocy and I have actually become quite close, and, surprisingly we have an almost sisterly rapport between us at this point. Rocy recently turned 14, and I can proudly say that I coached her through her first date, about 4 months ago - a cute, innocent evening with a boy to a school dance that was eventless but good for both of their self-esteem.
Anyway ... Rocy has her own computer, in her room, and she's pretty much been given free reign on the internet. Rocy is for the most part pretty darn mature, and Daniel has, after consultation with me, developed a pretty good, "I'll trust you and respect your privacy" policy with her. This developed over time, somewhat in fits in starts, but the clincher was when, about 2 months after she moved, I guess Daniel found (quite accidentally) some pornography on Rocy's computer. After an initial explosion, he called me up and asked me what he should do. I said that he should remember when he was 13, and focus on developing trust on the one hand, and make sure she knows how to behave safely online, on the other.
Apparently after a long, awkward conversation, he succeeded in convincing Rocy that a) he hadn't been snooping intentionally, and b) she wasn't in trouble for looking at dirty pictures, but that c) she needed to understand there should be limits on her online activity, and that she had to behave in a safe and responsible manner. As a gesture of trust, he took away the "parental controls" limitations to her AOL account, and promised never to look on her computer without her permission (not that he'd been doing so this time - she'd explicitly asked him to fix something on her machine).
In exchange, Rocy promised never to do anything online that would ever a) reveal her identity to a stranger or b) be illegal. I think he agreed to allow stretching of the boundaries to the extent that in the case of the latter, she was allowed to be online as an "adult" - thus if she chose to find and download pictures or whatever she chose he wouldn't consider it against the rules as long as it was "adult-legal."
I think it was a very mature arrangement, overall, although perhaps Daniel had allowed more freedoms than I'd instinctively have given my own hypothetical daughter. But in retrospect she's handled it pretty well, and, in some ways I've even felt jealousy when I compare to my own restricted adolescence. All of which is to say, Rocy wasn't in any way "in trouble" when I "caught" her in a sex-oriented chatroom on AOL.
Nevertheless, I was surprised. The first time I saw her in the room, I recognized her screenname ("plywoodstarship" - very clever compared to my own lame screenname) because we'd exchanged emails before.
I recoiled at the thought of my 14 year old niece chatting around in the smut pits known as the AOL Special Interests category, since I knew, from many conversations with her, that she was basically pretty darn innocent - at least in experiential terms. So the first time I saw her, I made no effort to contact her. But I couldn't shake a certain degree of curiosity. Especially given that that was actually a chat room that I'd had "fun" in myself, a few times in the past. I guess I was intrigued. But I said nothing to her when I saw her several days after I'd seen her, though I looked at her from the corner of my eye with renewed curiosity. And I certainly didn't mention it to my brother.
Nevertheless, I did what any nosy, curious person would do - I added her name to my buddy list, and occasionally "checked up" on her. I saw her in "truth or dare" a few more times, and in "at home for dares" which definitely made me curious what she was up to. But I didn't have the courage myself to inquire about it. Or the better part of discretion won out, at least for a while.
Several weeks later, however, I was in a lonely (read: horny) mood and when I saw her in a new chatroom (something like "bored and braless" this time), I couldn't resist. Admittedly, the several glasses of wine I'd had didn't help with my sense of discretion, either.
So I sent her an ill-advised IM: "gotcha! where's your bra? hi - it's your aunt mary." To which her predictable response was to immediately log off - or else she placed me on "ignore" - which looks like logging off in AOL.
"Shit, now I've blown it," I thought to myself. The poor girl was probably thinking she was in trouble for sure.
I was just starting to feel really horribly about what I'd done, when an IM message appeared on my screen. It was Rocy. I like to "log" my IM sessions (because I'm a horny old broad who likes to savor and remember the little bits of online action she can occasionally get). As a result, I have a record of the entire conversation, and all the subsequent ones. As I relate this story, moving forward, you'll see that these logs themselves came to have a role in how things developed. But for now, I'll just insert the actual log and let you see what got said, typos and all.
plywoodstarship: sorry, aunt maria. i realized it was imature of me to run away but u realy scared me i hope ur not mad at the room i was in
marybcrazy1965: no no dear, i'm the one who's sorry - i shouldn't have "snuck up on you" that way
plywoodstarship: it's ok. im really embarassed tho
plywoodstarship: almost as much was when dad found that stuff on my comp
marybcrazy1965: lol don't be embarrassed darling
marybcrazy1965: and dont worry, i won't tell on you
plywoodstarship: whew thats a relief
marybcrazy1965: but even if he knew i'm sure his only concern would be if you were being safe or not plywoodstarship: dont worry i never give even my real name to ppl online
plywoodstarship: or send pics either
plywoodstarship: its just fun to chat sometimes
marybcrazy1965: i would definitely agree with you there lol
plywoodstarship: lol theres a lot of weirdos online but sometimes someone cool says hi
marybcrazy1965: do i count as someone cool?
plywoodstarship: actually ya u do
plywoodstarship: ur pretty cool
marybcrazy1965: that's sweet of you say rocy
plywoodstarship: i realized u wouldnt be mad after i logged off
marybcrazy1965: it was very mature of you to come back on an apologize
marybcrazy1965: once again you've impressed me. you're pretty sharp.
plywoodstarship: aww shucks :-)
plywoodstarship: so u dont think the room i was in is stupid
marybcrazy1965: lol no did you make it up yourself?
marybcrazy1965: it was clever
plywoodstarship: i wouldnt call that
marybcrazy1965: i confess i've seen you in other rooms before but i never said anything
marybcrazy1965: even your aunt mary gets shy sometimes
plywoodstarship: omg what rooms did u see me in
marybcrazy1965: truth or dare
marybcrazy1965: and something else about dares
marybcrazy1965: lol nothing embarrassing about any of those, as far as i'm concerned
marybcrazy1965: there's far worse online
plywoodstarship: that's for sure lol
plywoodstarship: u ever go in chatrooms
marybcrazy1965: definitely been known to happen
plywoodstarship: like what ones?
marybcrazy1965: um ... i've been in the truth or dare room a few times
plywoodstarship: u actually played?
marybcrazy1965: sure though not in the room
plywoodstarship: oh like in im u mean
plywoodstarship: thats what i do to
plywoodstarship: gets to confusing in the room
marybcrazy1965: exactly lol
plywoodstarship: wow my aunt mary plays truth or dare online
marybcrazy1965: :blush: you've found me out
plywoodstarship: its kinda weird to find out something like that about someone u kno
marybcrazy1965: the feeling's mutual, rocy
plywoodstarship: ya i confess i never really did very many dares
plywoodstarship: sometimes i sorta pretend
plywoodstarship: do u really do them?
marybcrazy1965: mostly yes
plywoodstarship: wow whats the worst dare u did
marybcrazy1965: probably shouldn't talk about that darling
plywoodstarship: now i'm curious
marybcrazy1965: actually it gets embarrassing even for me
plywoodstarship: u always seemed beyond embarasment
marybcrazy1965: not sure if thats a complement or not
plywoodstarship: its a compliment
plywoodstarship: ur mycoolest aunt especially now
plywoodstarship: pleeze tell me what dares u did
marybcrazy1965: it's just not really appropriate, rocy
plywoodstarship: they were like dirty dares huh
marybcrazy1965: yes. personal
plywoodstarship: lol ok ill leave u alone
plywoodstarship: i think dad's calling me to dinner
marybcrazy1965: ok darling. i should go too
plywoodstarship: ya ok
plywoodstarship: lol i guess ill see u round
marybcrazy1965: take care
plywoodstarship: u too bye
After that conversation, for the next several weeks, I confess that I began using a different screenname, out of a definite self-consciousness with respect to my niece's online presence. Yet I added her screenname to my new screen name's "buddy list" and continued to "spy" on Rocy, out of an enduring curiosity.
Naturally, I began to feel very guilty and hypocritical, as she continued from that first conversation to appear in various chat rooms, including the ones already mentioned and others on similar themes. Perhaps the most surprising was one time I "caught" her in a room called "dau no bra" - which made me wonder, indeed, what kind of fantasy life my "innocent" niece had.
Finally, one night, feeling I'd been rather hypocritical, and also feeling a bit reckless, I logged on under my "regular" screenname, and, despite seeing Rocy was online (although not in a chatroom at the time), I went ahead and marched into one of my personal favorites, "at home for dares." Only a few minutes went by before I received an IM from my niece. The conversation wasn't very long, but it set the mood for our future encounters. It went as follows.
plywoodstarship: what kind of dare u want, aunt mary?
marybcrazy1965: oh my. hi rocy
plywoodstarship: hi. i'm soo bored
plywoodstarship: did u get any good dares yet
marybcrazy1965: not a one. i just got online
plywoodstarship: me too
plywoodstarship: so seriously u want a dare
marybcrazy1965: lol probably shouldn't darling
plywoodstarship: what just cuz i'm ur niece
marybcrazy1965: more because you're 14, rocy
marybcrazy1965: you should find someone your own age to chat with
plywoodstarship: aww thats lame
plywoodstarship: mostly i chat with older ppl
marybcrazy1965: you do?
plywoodstarship: kids my age that ive met online r either stupid or boring or both
plywoodstarship: as in definately
plywoodstarship: or definitely i really do kno how to spell
marybcrazy1965: i know you do
plywoodstarship: so y cant i give u a dare?
marybcrazy1965: just makes me a bit uncomfortable darling
plywoodstarship: lol i bet ud be more fun than most of the lamers online
marybcrazy1965: i'm flattered you think so
plywoodstarship: u want to give me a dare instead
plywoodstarship: i came into ur chatroom
marybcrazy1965: lol you're certainly persistent
plywoodstarship: try bored outta my gored
plywoodstarship: or however thats spellet
marybcrazy1965: i understood
marybcrazy1965: don?t worry about it
plywoodstarship: r u sure u wont play with me
marybcrazy1965: sorry hun? I just don?t feel comfortable about it
plywoodstarship: ok ill talk to u latr
marybcrazy1965: bye darling
Rocy's screenname soon disappeared - presumably, she'd gone offline - I doubted that she was hiding from me at that point. Later that same evening, I'd wandered into into another room I enjoy - "walked in and saw." Suddenly, Rocy's name appeared and within seconds she'd sent me another IM.
plywoodstarship: whats that room ur in about?
marybcrazy1965: people who have been walked in on, or have walked in on another, in "compromising" situations
plywoodstarship: lol compromising
plywoodstarship: so what happened to u
marybcrazy1965: nothing darling. i just hang out here
plywoodstarship: nothing? u never got cot doin something
plywoodstarship: or cot someone
plywoodstarship: how boring
plywoodstarship: so what do u chat abt in there
marybcrazy1965: other people sometimes have interesting stories
plywoodstarship: lol oh ok
plywoodstarship: i spose in a weird kinda way that time my dad found
those things on my comp was like getting cot
marybcrazy1965: thats true
plywoodstarship: i cant believe nothing ever happened like that to u
plywoodstarship: ive been nearly cot naked a few times
marybcrazy1965: you have?
plywoodstarship: twice by dad once at school
marybcrazy1965: how could have been caught naked at school?
plywoodstarship: lol it was a dare
plywoodstarship: i was in the girls room hehe
marybcrazy1965: oh my
marybcrazy1965: what an interesting life you lead
plywoodstarship: lol ya
plywoodstarship: n one time dad nearly cot me u kno what
plywoodstarship: u kno
plywoodstarship: i was playin w myself one time when i thot i was home alone
plywoodstarship: turns out dad was in the garage n came into the living room
marybcrazy1965: you were in the living room? why?
plywoodstarship: lol i thot i was alone
plywoodstarship: the couch was comfy
marybcrazy1965: lol ok
plywoodstarship: i heard him coming in n pulled a blanket over me n pretended to be asleep
marybcrazy1965: close call
marybcrazy1965: i'll confess, i have had a few experiences like that
marybcrazy1965: i've never told anyone, ever
plywoodstarship: well since ive told u its ok to share
plywoodstarship: please? :-)
marybcrazy1965: what's funny is that a couple of them involved the same person
marybcrazy1965: your dad, silly
marybcrazy1965: don't forget we're siblings
plywoodstarship: oh ya
plywoodstarship: wow for real
marybcrazy1965: when we were teenagers, he nearly caught me a few times
plywoodstarship: no way
plywoodstarship: but u never actually got cot?
marybcrazy1965: nope. one time he barged in my room when i was naked
plywoodstarship: how rude
marybcrazy1965: lol remember he's younger than me
marybcrazy1965: i was 16 he was like 12 i think
plywoodstarship: i cnat imagine dad bein 12
marybcrazy1965: lol well he was
marybcrazy1965: i grabbed a robe and threw it on just in time
marybcrazy1965: much more embarrassing was a about a year later
plywoodstarship: he cot u
marybcrazy1965: i caught him
plywoodstarship: lol u saw him naked?
marybcrazy1965: i actually caught him masturbating
plywoodstarship: holy shit
plywoodstarship: oops i didnt actualy say that
marybcrazy1965: lol its ok
plywoodstarship: u cot dad jerkin off when he was 12
marybcrazy1965: lol he was 13 i think
plywoodstarship: how weird
marybcrazy1965: don't you ever ever tell him i told you about that
plywoodstarship: omg never
plywoodstarship: i cant even imagine
marybcrazy1965: everyone does it
plywoodstarship: lol i kno but still
plywoodstarship: grr actualy i can imagine
marybcrazy1965: lol what?
marybcrazy1965: i don't understand rocy
plywoodstarship: i mean now i have a really nasty visual aunt mary
marybcrazy1965: aww lol
plywoodstarship: no1 wants to visualize there dad doing that
marybcrazy1965: sorry darling
marybcrazy1965: quick change the subject
plywoodstarship: lol i once saw when he had a erection
marybcrazy1965: that's not really changing the subject
plywoodstarship: just tryin to xplain y i got the visual
marybcrazy1965: i see. you caught him naked?
plywoodstarship: no no
plywoodstarship: it was like i saw the outline in his shorts
plywoodstarship: or sweatpants actauly
plywoodstarship: smae as like as u see at school
marybcrazy1965: it's been a long time since i saw taht at school lol
plywoodstarship: i mean that i see at schol silly
marybcrazy1965: of course
marybcrazy1965: was it embarrassing to see that?
plywoodstarship: oh ya
plywoodstarship: but he ddidnt kno i saw fortunately
plywoodstarship: prolly not as embarassing as when u saw him lol
marybcrazy1965: i was never so embarrassed in my life
marybcrazy1965: i was 17 but i'd never seen a guy naked before
plywoodstarship: no way
plywoodstarship: so he was the first time u saw a cock
plywoodstarship: umph penis i mean