Date: Fri, 1 Aug 2003 15:11:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Andrea Jamal <andrealitpervgrrl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Niece and Nephew part 1

	When I was 24, I hit a pretty rough patch in my life.  In one week,
I lost my job, and the girlfriend who I was in love with broke up with me.
I wasn't making any progress on my novel, and I didn't know how I was going
to make the rent.  I felt like my world had fallen apart around me.
	My older sister and her husband lived in an old farmhouse in Ohio
with their two children, Samirah and Khaled.  There was plenty of space,
they said, they were only using thee of the five bedrooms; and I was
welcome to stay as long as I wanted and work on my writing.  It didn't
sound like a bad offer to me; and anyway I didn't have any better ideas.
So I sublet my apartment, packed two bags of stuff plus my laptop, and
boarded a bus for Dayton.
	I've always hated bus stations: the poverty, depression and
ugliness were constantly lit under the glare of florescent lights.  The bus
ride was long and tedious.  But I had two seats to myself and a good book;
I felt better than I had felt in weeks.  I felt like there might be a light
at the end of the tunnel after all.
	I arrived in Dayton at 11 at night.  My sister Fatima and her
husband Bill were there to meet me.  Fatima is 12 years older than me.
Bill is 38 and I like him a lot. They both work for an architectural firm
in Dayton.  The drive out to their house took about an hour, and we passed
the time by catching up.  I hadn't seen them in over a year.  They were
careful not to ask too many questions about my recent past, and I was
grateful for that.  The fact that I was a lesbian was kind of an open
secret in our family: nobody had ever voiced any problem about it, but
everybody also preferred not to talk about it either.
	By the time we got home, it was after midnight, and I was stumbling
with exhaustion.  I barely had time to admire the rambling old house that
they had bought, before I stumbled to bed to sink into blissful
forgetfulness.
	I slept long and hard; better than I had slept since Sara told me
that we were through.  When I did wake up, it took me a moment to figure
out where I was.  The room was large and tidy and well lit, nothing like my
studio in the city.  My bags were by the door, and yesterdays clothes were
on the floor where I had left them.  I wondered what time it was.
	I savored a long, hot shower, and then went downstairs to see if
anyone was around.  It was only barely morning anymore.  Samirah (or Sam as
she told me she preferred to be called) and Khaled were home as it was
Saturday, but Bill and Fatima had to work.  I asked if this was unusual,
and was told no, that they often had to work weekends.
	I made cereal and coffee and talked with the kids.  I hadn't seen
them since they were little, but now Sam was 17, and Khaled was 16.  I
liked them both a lot.  Sam was the serious one: she got perfect grades and
was already trying to decide where to go to college.  She was very pretty,
but didn't seem very interested in being girly.  She was quiet and a little
shy, but very intense when she talked.  Khaled was funny and intelligent
and outspoken.  His grades weren't as good as his sisters', but they were
still pretty good.  He was an athlete, he ran varsity track and
cross-country, and was on the swim team.  When I asked if he had a
girlfriend, he blushed and said no.
	They were both beautiful kids.  Khaled had the lean body of a long
distance runner, short hair, and piercing blue eyes.  Sam had long black
hair and delicious curves under her modest clothing.  She had the same
bright blue eyes as her brother.
	I gathered that neither one of them dated.  Khaled, beneath his
raucous exterior, was really shy; and Sam said she was too focused on
academics for dating.  They asked me if it was true that I was a lesbian.
I told them that I was bisexual, but I had only been dating women for the
last few years.
	My sisters' place was great.  They had some 30 acres, but only
farmed a small patch of vegetable garden.  The house was huge and rambling,
and in kind of a constant state of disrepair.  It was badly in need of a
new coat of paint, and some tlc from a good carpenter.  It wasn't that Bill
and Fatima didn't have the money to repair the place, it was just that they
didn't have time to deal with it.  They had bought it at auction three
years ago, and except for replacing the roof, hadn't done any major work on
the house.
	I felt really comfortable there.  The days past quickly, and I
actually got some writing done.  If I couldn't write, or if I needed a
change, I would wander around the property, or go bicycle riding, or just
find somewhere to read a book.  Some mornings I got up early and went for a
run with Khaled, but he was just too fast for me, and I didn't like to hold
him back.
	It was October, and the mornings were crisp and the days were
starting to get shorter.  I was happy.  I could sometimes go all day
without thinking about Sarah.
	One evening I was working on my book, typing into my laptop alone
in my room.  I was on a good run, and before I knew it, it was late.
Something caught my eye.  There was a glint of light showing through the
wall that adjoined with Khaled's room.  (My room was adjacent to Khaled's,
and across the hall from Sam's.)
	Curious, I got up and checked it out.  It turned out that there was
a loose board near my closet, and through it I could see into the other
room.  I got down onto my knees, and peeked through to see what I could
see.
	Khaled was naked on his bead, not four feet away from me.  He had
his cock in hand, gently stroking, and a magazine spread open in front of
him.
	My pussy was suddenly soaked.  Believe it or not, I had never seen
a man masturbate before.  It was a huge turn-on for me.  Without removing
my eye from the crack in the wall, I unzipped my jeans, and slipped a hand
inside my panties.  I stroked my clit as he massaged his cock.  It was a
nice looking cock too, not too big, but sizeable, with a swollen purple
head.  I wondered what it would be like to suck that cock.  My pussy was
flooded; my fingers were slick with my own juice.  I couldn't quite see
what it was he was jerking off to.  I wondered what he was looking at.  I
guess I was sheltered, but I had never looked at porn myself.
	Khaled turned a page in the magazine and rolled over.  Now I could
see that he had a candle stuck in his asshole.  I almost gasped out loud.
I wanted to get my vibrator and stick it in my own ass; but I couldn't tear
myself away from the peephole.  Now Khaled was jerking off harder; I loved
the intensity that he was stroking with.  I heard him groan out loud as his
back arched and he came.  The come squirted almost up to his chin.  I let
the waves of my own orgasm roll over me, spasm after spasm of pleasure
shaking my body.  My jeans were wet; my panties were soaked.  This was the
first time I had masturbated since Sarah had left.
	Khaled cleaned up and turned out his light.  I masturbated again
that night, this time with my vibrator, thinking of the show that Khaled
had given me.  When I came again, it was with my vibrator buried in my
asshole.  I had never gotten off that way before, but my climax was
shattering.
	It's not nice to snoop, but I couldn't help myself.  The next day
while the kids were in school, I sneaked into Khaled's room.  In a box
under the bed I found his stash.  Along with the candlestick and some
lotion, I found a stack of magazines.  Careful to keep them in the same
order that I had found them, I leafed through the well-thumbed pages.  I
found myself getting wet, looking at the explicit pictures of busty girls
spreading their legs provocatively.  I liked the raw sexuality of it, the
crudeness.  And there was another surprise: along with the girlie mags,
there were a few copies of Playgirl.  I thumbed through the pictorials,
looking at the well-hung muscle boys within.  So my nephew was bi too, or
at least curious.  I masturbated right there on his bed, then put the
magazines back where I had found them.
	Now that I had discovered Khaleds' secret, I was curious about Sam.
She seemed so serious and straight-laced that I wondered if she had even
discovered masturbation.  Then I remembered how straight I must have seemed
when I was in high school; I hadn't even been allowed to date, and I had
masturbated like a fiend.  I wondered if there might be a way to peek into
Sam's room at night.
	There was an empty bedroom next to Sam's room.  That night, around
twelve, I quietly left my room, telling myself I was only getting up to go
to the bathroom.  The light in Khaled's room was off; he was out of town
that night on a cross-country meet.  There was, however, a light showing
under Sam's door.  Holding my breath, as quietly as I could, I opened the
door of the spare bedroom and tiptoed inside.  Fortunately the room was
quite empty, so there was no furniture to trip over.  I left the light off.
A little moonlight came in through the window, and my eyes quickly
adjusted.  Almost immediately I saw what I was looking for: a little light
was shining through a hole in the wall about eye level.  A picture must
have hung there once, but now a pinhole connected the two rooms.  Hardly
daring to breath, I pressed my eye against the wall.
	I am sometimes embarrassed to admit it, but I love large breasts.
My own aren't bad, but they aren't big either.  Not that I am into gross,
overstuffed silicone tits; I just want more than a mouthful.  Sam had
beautiful, big breasts.  She was naked on her bed, and I had a prime view.
	I guess I was a little shocked: I had thought she was a good girl.
But there she was, naked on her bed, leafing through a magazine.  She was
beautifully naked; she had fair skin and black hair between her legs and
lovely full breasts.  I could see that her nipples were erect, and, as she
paged through the magazine, she tweaked her nipples now and then.  I
guessed she got to a picture she really liked; she got on her hands and
knees as if to examine it closer, and let a hand slip between her legs.  I
was almost directly behind her.  She had a beautiful, firm ass.  I wished I
could see better between those lovely cheeks.
	She got up, and walked out of my sight for a moment.  I was
suddenly afraid that she had become somehow aware of my hidden presence.
Had I made some noise?  My pajama bottoms were around my ankles, and I was
slowly circling my clit.  It would be pretty hard to explain if I was
caught.  Not to worry: she was back in my field of view in a second.
	She flopped down on her bed again with a new magazine and a big
purple dildo.  I was shocked: I hadn't discovered sex toys until that first
lonely year after college.  I wondered where she had got it.  Now she was
rubbing it up and down her slit as she looked at the pictures in the
magazine.  I wondered how she had gotten the porn as well; she didn't seem
the type to buy them at the local gas station, and she was under age as
well.  I could see her wetness glistening on the latex toy.  My knees felt
weak.  She couldn't have given me a better view if she had tried.  Her legs
were spread wide, and her dark-haired pussy winked at me.  She had two
fingers on her clit as she started to work the big toy up inside herself.
I couldn't believe how hot she looked.  She was pinching her nipples hard,
her brow wrinkled in concentration.  The magazine was now forgotten, her
eyes shut tight as she buried her dildo in her pussy.  She was fucking
herself hard, sliding it in and out.  I could see her wetness all over her
thighs and the big purple toy.  My own pussy was soaked.  I wanted to come
with her.  I could tell she was close.  Her stomach spasmed, and I let
myself go, rubbing my clit as hard and fast as I could.  She cried out as
she came, little gasps, "Oh oh oh", with the dildo buried all the way up
her pussy.  I came and came, all over my fingers.
	Then she was done.  She got up and put on her pajamas.  Then she
picked up the magazines and went out the door into the hall.  I heard a
second door open and shut.  Aha!  She had borrowed the magazines from her
brother and was now putting them back.  She came back into the room a
minute later, and turned out the light.  I stayed where I was for a long
time, scared to move and maybe make a noise.  At last I slipped back to my
own bed, where I gave myself another orgasm before I went to sleep.
	The next day at dinner, I kept sneaking looks at my niece and
nephew.  They had no idea how sexy I thought they were, in my secret
nights.  Their parents had no idea; parents never do.  I wondered if Khaled
knew that his sister borrowed his porn.  I wondered if Sam had figured out
that Khaled liked a candle up his ass.  I wondered if she fantasized about
sticking that dildo of hers up his butt.  I know I did!  Before I knew it,
my pussy was wet under my pussy, and my face felt flushed.  I tried to
think unsexy thoughts until after dinner.
	For the next week I got to watch one or the other of them get off.
I only got to see Sam masturbate once more; I guessed she usually did it in
the dark.  Khaled masturbated with the lights on, usually to his porn.  He
almost always stuck a finger or candle up his asshole before he came.  I
wished I could fuck his asshole while he jacked off.  I wondered if Sam
liked anal stimulation too.
	One day, home by myself as usual, I decided to take a big chance.
I didn't think that Khaled would go to his parents.  So I got out my
digital camera, and set it up to take pictures of myself while I
masturbated.  I took about a dozen pictures, but I didn't let myself come.
Then I uploaded the pictures onto my laptop.  It was weird to see these
pictures of myself, so explicit, so pornographic.  I felt suddenly
self-conscious.  Maybe I looked ridiculous, a 24 year old dyke jilling
herself off.  I shook the thought off and printed out the shot I liked
best.  In it, I had my legs spread wide, my vibrator halfway up my ass, and
a finger on my clit.  I keep my pussy shaved, and you could see every
detail, down to the dewy wetness on my labia.
	I went into Khaled's room and slipped the picture into one of his
magazines, in the middle of a spread featuring two girls that was near the
top of the stack.  No note or explanation.  I would just have to wait and
see what he did.