DeadManTyping
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(If you don't like incest, this isn't your tale to read.)
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(If you don't like incest, this isn't your tale to read.)
Robert lay in bed for what seemed forever but was closer to a handful of minutes, listening to his wife's breathing deepen then turn to a low growl that some might term snoring. He'd been sleeping beside her for a dozen and a half years, so he knew her well enough to know that she was dead to the world until her alarm went off in seven hours.
He rose gently out of the bed naked, as he was every night at bedtime, and slipped into his pajama bottoms, robe, and slippers, and made his way to the adjacent den and his waiting laptop. He entered his password and pressed his fingertip to the biometrics, then smiled as his favorite adult chat website -- now set as his homepage -- appeared before him.
Quickly, he searched out her name -- SexySassy1998 -- and, finding her status as being Online, sent her a simple and quick private message: Wanna hear more?
He sat back in his chair and -- without really thinking about what he was doing -- let one of his hands slip to his groin as he waited for her to respond. For eight straight nights, since first making contact with her in an open chat room, Robert had waited for his wife to pass out before coming here to talk of things with Sassy about which he and his wife couldn't, wouldn't, and more often than not shouldn't.
It hadn't been cybersex, though: they hadn't been roleplaying sexual acts. Instead, they'd been talking about experiences and fantasies, good times and bad times, and other such topics that were -- more often than not but not always -- sexual in nature.
Robert knew that the anonymity of the internet meant that you could never believe anything your chat partner said about themselves: age, appearance, location, actual experience, etc. But he was a pretty intuitive guy, and weighing some of the things she'd said -- about her favorite television or music, about people he knew but she didn't and vise versa, about her sometimes very different knowledge of the world, a result of the nearly 20 years difference between their ages -- Robert felt confident that he'd correctly deduced Sassy's age as truly being 18-22, as she'd said; and her online/offline status made him believe that she was, in fact, on the west coast somewhere, whereas he himself was on the east coast, thus the late chat hours for him and the very consistent online status for her during what would be her early evening.
Now, appearance was something of which he couldn't be certain at all. Nothing about her online status or topics of conversation or way of speaking could tell him what she looked like. But, he had a sneaky suspicion that she was probably somewhere far short of being a 10. After all, she wouldn't be online every night with an old man located 2,000+ miles away, chatting about sexual fantasies, if she was the sexy, sassy kind of young thing for which such a man would instantly pop a boner if he was to see her in person, right?
Then again, he could be very wrong. He continued to be told by family, friends, coworkers, and strangers alike that he was an attractive man, and yet his favorite activity of late was sitting at the computer talking to anonymous strangers, whether it be about sex or politics or the latest Netflix series.
He thought back to old men popping boners and smiled about the fierce erection anxiously wanting to come out and play. He was about to give his cock some fresh air when her very simple reply appeared below his earlier question: Yes!
He lifted his hands back to the keyboard and typed quickly: Where did I leave off before you lost me?
The previous night, a snow storm that had been pummeling the northeastern seaboard had knocked out Robert's power. He hadn't charged his laptop since day before last, and he'd just barely warned her that it would die soon when the screen went dark.
A moment passed, and the response was: You used to fantasize about your big sister.
Robert smiled, thinking, Oh yeah, I remember.
As his cock twitched just below the level of the desk, he continued the story: My sister was a year older than me. IS a year older than me. Still alive. When I was a teenager, when I reached puberty and began masturbating, I used to have all kinds of fantasies about her and me. Together, I mean.
He bobbed his head back and forth and made a duh expression, thinking Yeah, she figured that out you twit. He continued: One of my favorite was that while we were driving some place -- us in the back seat, parents in the front -- she would unbuckle and crawl down into floor board between my knees, undo my pants, take out my rapidly stiffening penis, and blow me.
He hit send and reached a hand to his desperate and already fully stiff cock, kneading it while he waited for a response. When it came, it was short and to the point: And...???? Tell me more!!!!
What's more to tell? Robert thought. She wanted more erotic details, obviously. He reluctantly released his hold on his solid shaft and typed: My parents -- actually, my dad and his second wife Carol -- would be talking away up front, ignorant of the fact that my sister's head was bobbing up and down in my groin. And sometimes -- without looking back or maybe just half turning their heads -- they would ask us questions. Of course, I was the only one who could answer. Patti's mouth was full, LOL. And I would be so excited and breathing so erradic ... erraddic ... fuck, that's why we have spell check, don't we ... erratically, there it is. I guess I could have erased those, but I just wanted you to know I'm a really real realistic kinda guy. Anyway, sometimes my words came out all erratic because I was about ready to explode.
Robert hit send again and waited. And waited. And ... waited! He looked all about the screen and keyboard of his laptop for signs of it being frozen, but everything about it appeared fine. He refreshed his screen to see if Sassy's online status changed. It hadn't. He typed: You still there?
A moment later, the reply came: Tell me more. Tell me more about you. Tell me something personal.
Well, that's not the reaction I was expecting, Robert thought. No comment on my tale of incestuous fantasy...? He wondered whether or not she found him boring. He wondered whether or not she was simultaneously chatting with a dozen other guys. Maybe their fantasies are more exciting than mine. He was feeling a bit depressed, when suddenly his screen came alive again: Did you ever get to have sex with your sister?
Robert's cock leaped under the desk again. Fat chance. He returned to typing: No.
A few seconds later: Just no. Nothing more?
He responded: Unfortunately no. I don't know, maybe if I'd gotten the chance, I would have chickened out. Maybe it would have destroyed our bro-sis relationship. Maybe we wouldn't have seen each other again. Not that it matters much. She moved cross the country. Living in British Columbia with her husband and daughter.
Robert paused for a moment, once again reaching a hand to his cock to play his finger tips over it a moment. The lines of text scrolled up again: You never see them?
He replied: Unfortunately not often. Family reunion every other summer in Denver where our family came from. Christmas break sometimes. I'm in the travel industry, so sometimes I go to them or send them tickets to come see me. My brother-in-law's career keeps him occupied, but sometimes my sister and niece can get free so I send them tickets. The three of us met in Virginia Beach last year for her spring break. Best Spring Break! Wasn't even my Spring Break.
Again, there was a bit of a delay before a response came back: Why best spring break?
Robert responded: She's a beauty. Sexy. Shapely. Not one of those skinny runway model types or bosom-from-a-box Victoria Secret types. Just ... something naturally erotic about the way she carries herself. She spent nearly the entire four days they were here in either a skimpy bikini or tight shorts and a top with no bra underneath. My god! I beat off in the bathroom two three, four times a day, 'til I was so sore I couldn't pee without grimacing.
Yet again, there was a long pause before a reply popped up on his screen: Would you have sex with her if you could?
Robert didn't hesitate, responding immediately: In a fucking heart beat.
He reached downward again, this time pulling loose the string tied around his waist and pushing the pajama bottoms downward to expose his rock hard cock. He kneaded it more energetically as he imagined his now-20 year old niece on her knees in the back of his Cadillac, sucking him while his now aged parents drove them to some unimportant and irrelevant location.
The pleasure he was causing himself had Robert hoping she would delay her next PM long enough for him to need to snatch a Kleenex from the nearby box and cover the bulbous, purple head of his cock as it spewed forth the imminent stream of ejaculate. And he got his wish, jerking his shaft ever more quickly and forcefully with his right hand while his left fumbled for the tissue and pressed it over his penis's end just in time to block and collect the shot after shot after shot of his jizm.
His head spun and his chest rose and fell, and after he'd used a second and third and fourth tissue to clean up the mess, Robert looked back to the screen to see that Sassy still hadn't sent a response to his last post. He reached up to refresh the screen, then growled quietly to himself at the sight of the red colored Offline note under her name.
Oh well, the job's done here anyway, he thought to himself as he stood -- pajamas still around his upper thighs -- and walked awkwardly to the bathroom to clean up the mess with a warm, wet rag.
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