Chapter 8

Weeks had passed since I had hot, perverted sex with my sister Sylvia. And although she would aim a meaningful glance at me now and then when we saw each other during family visits, she said nothing out of the ordinary to me. Apparently, she wanted to take no chances of her husband Ron getting suspicious, and I just had to be patient until an opportunity would arise to continue our incestuous relationship. She did stuff a pair of filthy panties into my pockets two or three times when nobody was looking. But although they continued to be great little gifts, they didn't compare to the real thing.

I also had more and more difficulty not to outright stare at my 15-year-old niece Tamra, about whom my sister and I openly fantasized that last time we had hot, nasty sex. I hoped with every fiber of my being that I would get the opportunity sometime to bone her, but until then I could only regard her as she was: my unblemished teenage niece.

What I did notice was my sister looking at Tamra strangely during a birthday party. I could almost see her trying to figure out a way to get her into our depraved and hidden sexual trysts.

Anyway, weeks passed, during which I managed to churn out a couple more smut stories and sent them to various erotica websites, before the shocking news came out.

My sister declared to the family that she and her husband Ron were getting a divorce.

The family was shocked, because the couple had seemed happy most of the time, and nobody was able to remember anything about potential marital problems. And although nobody in the family could really understand the abruptness of it, they accepted Sylvia's explanation, which was that she: "simply did not love him anymore."

Even though my sister's decision was a huge blow to Ron, he knew there was no point in hanging on if it was going to be one-sided. They did agree to maintain a friendship, just as they had for a long time before they started to have a romantic relationship.

I was pretty shocked myself with the news. Of course, Sylvia and I were secretly involved in a wild sexual relationship, but she never indicated in the slightest that she might end up ending her marriage because of it.

But even though I felt sorry for Ron, who I liked a great deal, and who obviously loved my sister, some part of me was still elated with the fact that my sister and I could now probably find more time and more ways to fool around without having to worry about being found out.

Still, weeks would pass before my sister gave me any clue regarding what we had done with (and to) each other and I was starting to wonder whether she had started to regret it, and whether she might want to end it. Maybe the divorce had something to do with it. Maybe Ron had already discovered what Sylvia and I had been up to.

So when Sylvia called our mother one day to ask if she could speak to me, I was fairly nervous, and didn't know what she was going to say to me.

When I talked to her on the phone, she mentioned nothing about what we had been doing. The only thing she did was ask if I could come around to her house, to help her move some heavy furniture, since her soon to be ex-husband was no longer there to fulfill that task. I told her I'd be there within half an hour.

I was fairly worried on my way to my sister's place, and wondering about what she would say to me, since it would be the first time in weeks that we'd be alone. I could only hope she didn't regret our activities.

So once I'd arrived, I rung the door bell and my heart was pounding in my throat.

My sister opened the door, and was dressed in no more than a red bathrobe. For a small moment I had a feeling of déjà vu. Rather than talking, she started whispering to me.

"Tony, I have a big surprise. But you have to listen and follow my instructions or the whole thing could go wrong. Right now I have company, and we were planning on doing something which I think you'd like to see, so I decided to give you a call. Listen: you have to be really quiet; I'll leave the living room slightly ajar so you can see through the slit without being noticed. You can't make any sound or be visible otherwise the plan might fail, okay?"

"Sure," I whispered. I didn't know what this was about or who she was talking about, but I just had to wait and see for myself. I stepped quietly into the hall, and stood against the wall. Sylvia closed the door, and walked into the living room, closing the door but without putting it into the lock, so I would only have to push it slightly to open a wide enough gap to be able to look through. Then I heard my sister speak.

"Just a Jehovah's witness. Now, where were we?"

Then I hardly heard a sound for a minute, and I decided to look through the door opening to see what the hell all of this was about.

I tiptoed to the door, put my fingers against the door and mildly pushed, so I could use one eye to look inside the living room.

As my eye adjusted to the lights in the room, I saw two people sitting on the couch, one of which was my sister. My jaw dropped when I recognized the other person.

There, sitting next to my sister, was my 15-year-old niece Tamra.

My mind was rushing, as I was starting to get a clue as to why Sylvia had gotten me over to her house. My dick was growing steadily in my pants as I thought of the possibilities of tonight, although I also knew not to expect too much. After all, nothing had happened yet. At least nothing I knew of.

Tamra looked delicious, which she was making a habit of ever since she became a prosperous teen. I guess her growing interest in boys might have been a reason for her to start making herself look attractive. She had her blonde hair in a ponytail; she wore a tight black shirt that really accentuated her ever-growing breasts. She also wore a tight black denim skirt that reached to her knees. To top it off, her feet were clad in black boots. She had a small amount of rouge on her cheeks, and eye shadow that made her lids and lashes almost sparkle in the lights. And she wore just a hint of red lipstick.

Sylvia was sitting next to her pretty close, dressed in that red robe, her legs pulled up onto the couch and her head resting on her hand, in listening mode. I wished I could be a fly on the wall to hear what they were talking about.

I was dumbstruck out of my thoughts when, all of a sudden, Sylvia bent forward and planted a kiss square on Tamra's lips, lingered there, and slowly pulled back. I saw them look straight into each other's eyes from close range without saying a word. You could cut the tension between them with a knife. Had they been doing this before today? Is this the first time? I didn't know. Maybe Sylvia had worked towards this for weeks and decided to get me in on it at just the right moment. I sure hoped things would progress from here. Tamra surely made no move to get away, which was a good sign.

An even better sign was when Tamara, in turn, bent forward and kissed her aunt right back. The only difference being that Sylvia took advantage of the opportunity to put a hand on the back of our niece's head and pull her face tightly against hers.

I rubbed my crotch as I watched a long, passionate kiss between an aunt and her niece. I was quite possibly hornier than I'd ever been; these were my sister and my 15 year old niece after all, kissing each other on the lips. I almost spilt my seed just watching that kiss alone.

A dream come true was happening before my eyes, especially when I noticed how Sylvia was now using her left hand to hold Tamra's head tightly to hers, and used her right hand to start feeling her teenage niece up. She put her hand on Tamra's full hip, and stroked upwards, along her side. When she finally reached the girl's chest, she put her hand on top of her right breast and squeezed as I simultaneously squeezed my crotch. A loud moan emanated from Tamra's mouth, still locked against Sylvia's.

Finally their mouths unlocked, and Sylvia spoke softly.