Uncle Thomas and His Nieces Ch. 01

A/N: Relationship clarification

Thomas and Tracy are married to each other, and Thomas is approximately in his 50's and his wife Tracy is still in her 40's. Their nieces, Cassandra and Elizabeth are both 18 years old, starting university, and they are Tracy's sister's children!

Uncle Thomas

My wife smirked once we entered our penthouse and my nieces brought their suitcase towards their shared bedroom. She winked at me, crossing her arms, "They grew up well, did you see their tits?!"

"Of course I did." I replied.

She wasn't lying because the twins had definitely grown up well. Filling all the edges of their girlish appearance with womanly curves. Elizabeth, little Lizzie, was the perfect picture of an American bombshell. Blond hair with some of the bluest eyes that I have ever seen, and an hourglass figure to go along with her appearance and the biggest breast I have ever seen—I'm not even sure where she got her breast from.

Certainly not from their mother.

Cassandra on the other hand, was an identical twin to Lizzie, but she had short hair around her shoulders and had a slight darker blonde shade paired with a more greyish taint in her eyes. She also had an hourglass shape like her sister although she was a little less blessed in the breast department but still, she had ample amount of breast.

Either way, both tits in question belong to our nieces, Cassandra and Elizabeth, who were staying with us for their journey as university students. Their family lived in the outskirts of Northern Ontario and unlike us, weren't rich enough to afford a nice place in downtown Toronto. Plus, there was no way their parents were going to find a new job position down here so my wife and I offered up our third bedroom for them.

They had eagerly accepted.

Thus, both twin girls were staying with us. Elizabeth and Cassandra were nieces from my wife's side of the family and certainly have grown rather way too beautiful since the last time I saw them.

Today was Monday and they still had at least a week before their school began, we have been helping them move in for the past two hours. Clearly old age was catching up to me, but then again, I would think I am pretty fit for a 50 years old man.

Although a little bit of a belly, but somehow exercise can't seem to fit it. Old age was a pain in the ass. My wife was texting on her phone, most likely to inform their parents that the girls were officially moving in. I led my wife towards the couch and we sat down, and I finally had the time to recall the images of our sweet 18 years old nieces—and they were gorgeous little vixens!

"Uncle Thomas, Aunt Tracy?" Elizabeth came out in a pair of loose nightgown that was hanging mid-thigh with a dipping neckline that left little to imagine. I squinted my eyes because the light behind her was making her tiny nightgown transparent—and little Lizzie wasn't wearing any bra!

"Yes, Lizzie?" Tracy answered.

"Thank you for letting us live with you." Elizabeth came over in front of me and my wife. She leaned in to peck my wife on the cheeks and I eagerly welcomed her as well, ogling at the dip of her neckline and she wasn't wearing a bra. I grabbed her to return a peck back which caused her to giggle. "Goodnight Uncle."

Tracy smiled, and found Cassandra following suit. I didn't even notice until Cassandra was in front of me—this time, Cassandra was wearing a little tight black tank top paired with small booty shorts that was being eaten up by her ass. I swallowed nervously as she kissed my cheeks and said her goodnights.

The next morning, I rolled out of an empty bed, groaning because my wife had left for work. Tracy had always been a workaholic, so it left me pretty much alone in the penthouse about 90% of the time and I was retired so there wasn't anything for me to do but now I had a little more companion with my nieces around.

I came out to the kitchen and started prepping for breakfast, some simple recipes, pancakes, eggs and bacon—I was halfway to finishing when someone came up behind me, eloping me into a hug. The firm press of breast against my back.

"Morning, Uncle..." Elizabeth mumbled.

I smiled, turning around to sweetly hug my niece—this little vixen was trying to encourage my morning wood so early in the morning. I gave her a sweet peck on the cheeks, and she returned one to me. Her chest was firmly pressed against mine, and I eagerly look down at her tits.

It was an endless valley of tits.

Elizabeth was still wearing her nightgown and I could feel her nipples through the thin material. Since, we were alone, I could finally appreciate what she was wearing. It was a tiny white almost transparent nightgown that only came mid-thigh and I was pretty sure that if she bend over, I would get a nice glimpse of her panties. The nightgown also had a plunging V-shaped neckline displaying a good portion of her impressively large tits for an 18 years old girl and impossibly deep cleavage.

"Morning Lizzie. How was your sleep?" I asked while caressing her back, getting dangerously close to her ass but not quite touching it.

"A little weird. I have never slept so high up!" Elizabeth giggled, and she remained in my arms while we continued to chat. She didn't seem to see how I was caressing her body up and down, from her back to her legs.

"I'd say. Do you have any plans today?"

We finally parted, and I decided to let her take over cooking.

"No. I was hoping to stay at home and relax because the whole moving process was difficult and tiring."

I help Elizabeth put on the apron, typing it around her tiny waist and she seem eager to make her first meal of the day. I sat back, watching her move confidently around the kitchen. I watch her strut around the kitchen, her sweet body on display—a guy had to appreciate what looked gorgeous and my niece Elizabeth was one gorgeous woman and whoever marries her was going to have the time of his life.

She bend over the counter and I swallowed nervously as she presented her ass to me, her white panties being exposed. I finally decided to walk behind her to lean over her shoulder to see her progression in our breakfast plus it gave me a brilliant view down into her mind-boggling cleavage.

I gave an approval hum and patted one of the firm round globes of her buttocks, my body tingling as I got hold of her sweet perfect bottom, my fingers sunk into the glorious softness of her ass and she tremble under my hold.

"Oh Uncle!" Elizabeth yelped, a blush spreading on her pretty face and I smiled.

"Just a little pat to let you know how well you are doing!" I assured her, doing my best to look nonchalant but inside I was fighting the urge to give her big tits a great big squeeze through her thin nightgown. I was satisfied since I managed to touch her panties and a little more and I would have been able to touch her sweet cunt.

"Oh uncle!" Elizabeth shook her head, "You could have just praised me!"

"You know me, I prefer to physically praise people."

Elizabeth seem appeased by my reply. "Alright, but warn me next time."

"Of course," I replied, grinning widely. I kissed my niece on the cheek as she continued to cook, she looked at the clock and turned back to me, "Can you get Cassie up?"

"Of course."

I reached around and gave her another quick squeeze on the butt and then I hurried headed towards their shared bedroom. My cock strained in my pants, the memory of the way her lovely round butt cheek had felt against the palm of my hand would certain fuel my fantasies tonight.

After a minute to deep intakes of breath, I opened the door to the guest room and sure enough, Cassandra was still in her tight black tank top and her booty shorts that left little to imagine. A pillow encased in between her legs.

I gently walked over and began to caress her long legs on the pretense that I was waking her up. She moved a little before I became a little more daring, and groped her breast, kneading the flesh in front of me. She, like her sister, wasn't wearing any bra and soon her nipples were poking through the cotton material. They were slightly smaller than her sister but I wasn't complaining—both girls were beautiful.

I pulled on her nipple really hard and Cassandra yelped, blinking a few times before she sat up. "U-uncle!"

"Good morning Cassie." I brushed her messy dark blonde hair back and kissed her cheek, "Lizzie asked me to wake you up."

"For breakfast?" She asked.

"Yup." I extend my hand to her and she took up.

She stumbled a little and I took the opportunity to grab her by the ass to steady her. My fingers digging into her soft ass. My two fingers snuggling nicely into her cunt, and she shivered in my arms—but she didn't say anything.

God, they were either ignorant of sex or little sluts that wanted their uncle to fuck their pussy raw.

She thanked me for catching her, even though I was more focused on the fact that my fingers actually touched her cunt. She didn't seem to notice that her nipples were poking out erotically. I followed her from behind and walked down the stairs.

Elizabeth had already set up the table and we all sit together and ate. Chattering with each other for a while before we finished. Cassandra decided to get up and began to wash the dishes, and Elizabeth made a move to walk back to their shared bedroom.

I pulled Elizabeth back and gave her ass a squeeze. She smiled, not even blinking at the treatment, "You're welcome, Uncle!"

I made sure that Elizabeth was gone before I made my way behind Cassandra, slipping behind her and effectively pinning her to the sink, and she gave me a questioning look as I reached up into the cabinet, pretending to grab something at the top. My tent was nicely snuggling in between Cassandra's booty shorts covered ass.

This only lasted a good thirty seconds before I stood back and Cassandra didn't say anything, and continued to clean the dishes. Once she finished with the dishes, I decided to give her a squeeze on the ass as well and she jerked, "What was that for?"

I smiled, "A show of gratitude for you for washing the dishes."

She blinked her eyes, "I-I don't think that's..."

"Don't worry, Cassie. It's pretty normal around here." I came up behind her and slapped her ass hard, before slipping back into my bedroom and Cassandra made no move of protest.

I ended up jerking in the shower, remembering both my nieces' soft flesh.

=.=.=

So far, it's been three days since the twins have moved in with us. As far as I was concerned, Cassandra and Elizabeth were both adjusting to their life in downtown Toronto relatively well. They were going to start school next Monday and I have made it a normal occurrence to give my praises in the form of physical affection—they also didn't seem to notice that I have been greeting them every morning and night with a firm squeeze of their ass.

They were accepting it as part of their normal routine and it was easier to do since my wife, Tracy was usually gone early in the morning and came home super late at night or sometimes never.

The two girls continued to strut around the house in skimpy clothes, that definitely wouldn't fly pass a normal hormonal guy like myself.

Every single day, I would greet Cassandra and Elizabeth with a kiss on their cheeks, which slowly grew closer and closer to their mouth plus a longer squeeze on their asses, gently squeezing first one buttock then the other with my right hand, until I had both their ass cheeks in my hands.

They seem content with this arrangement, not a single complaint out of their mouth. Both didn't blink at the treatment.

However, today was a little different, Cassandra decided to go out today while Elizabeth stayed back inside the house, and I decided to keep her company. I took out my camera, and if my memories were good at recalling then Elizabeth had a thing for being photographed.

I positioned the camera towards Elizabeth and snapped a photo.

She blinked her eyes and opened up from her phone. A smile grew on her face, "Are you taking pictures of me, Uncle Thomas?"

"You don't mind do you?"

She shakes her head, "Please go ahead."

I took a couple more photos before it clicked inside my head, "Lizzie, I have an idea."

"What is it?"

"Why don't you wear some pencil skirt and a nice blouse? You have some of those right? You are majoring in politics. We can take images like an office magazine." I explained. "Come meet me in my office."

"Okay."

She left to go to her room and change. I walked towards my office and started prepping the area for a photo session. I remove the messy papers until there was nothing on the table other than a folder. The door clicked open and I turned around to see my niece in a tight pencil skirt that was mid-thigh and button up shirt instead—she was just so hot.

I couldn't wait to bang her but I had to take it slow.

"Perfect. Come here and sit on the edge of the table."

She did as she was told. I took a quick picture, not removing my eye from the camera as I made demands. I told her to shuffle up until she was fully sitting on top of my desk, her legs underneath her.

"Raise your left knee half way, foot on the table..."

Click.

"Why don't you unbutton the first three?"

She did as she was told without questioning. Click, click.

"One more."

I glance at her shirt, it was already unbuttoned halfway so I could see her bra. I came closer to Elizabeth and carried her to the chair, and she stared at me. "Spread your legs a little."

She did and it gave me a nice view of her exposed white panties and matching bra. I clicked away and then I motioned for her to unbutton the rest of her shirt. She did.

She gave me a teasing smile, squeezing her tits together to make them appear even bigger, and unknowingly spread her legs even wider to give me a full view of both her white panties and bra. I took a couple of photos.

"Perfect..." I purred, moving around to take pictures of her in every angle.

"Can I see the pictures, Uncle?" Elizabeth asked when we finally finished our erotic photo session. I'd have to ask her to pose in a bikini next time or maybe even lingerie.

I nodded my head and showed her my camera, her eyes staring intently at the photos. She didn't have any complains about being photographed in her underwear, most likely because she thought it was an 'artistic' representation.

"It looks beautiful, Uncle."

I smiled, rubbing her ass, "I'm glad, you like it. I'll take you shopping and we can do a lingerie shoot next time."

"Okay." She agreed easily.

I bend down to kiss her cheek and she returned one eagerly.

She went back to get changed into her nightwear, the thin material exposing her body to me. We returned back to the living and started watching some Netflix, my arm resting on her shoulders, rubbing soothing circles on her shoulder blades. While she was focused on the TV, I was busy subtly moving my hands down until it was resting on the side of her breast.

I squeeze and she blinked her eyes, shifting a little and my hands left down to wrap around her waist instead. She returned her attention back to the TV, and then I spent the rest of the time, rubbing her stomach.

She didn't move. At least not until Cassandra came home.

"How was your day out?" I asked.

Cassandra smiled, "It was great. But Uncle, is there a gym around here?"

"Yup. It's downstairs. Why don't I come and accompany you?"

She eagerly nodded her head, and went to get changed. I changed into a pair of shorts and loose t-shirt. She came out in a pair of biker tights and a sports bra, looking very excited but sexy as well.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yup."

Cassandra followed me down to the basement where the gym was. As soon as we entered, she immediately received looks and I wasn't going to deny how hot it was to think about what was running through everyone's heads.

Did I have a sugar baby?

Was she my daughter?

"What should we do first?" Cassandra looked around the clean and large gym.

I winked at her, "Stretches of course. We can't be pulling anything before we begin our workout."

She nodded, and began to stretch, following my every move. She spread her legs on the mat, and I pressed her down until her tits were squished against the mat. I look down to see her biker shorts cunt outline, and it was—exquisite, looking like a piece of fresh untouched meat.

I watched her from the mirror and there were several glances towards us. Most likely because they could see the outline of gorgeous body, her sports clothes really left little to the imagination.

Then Cassandra winched.

"Are you alright, Cassie?"

"J-just..." She took a deep breath, and she held onto her hamstring. "I think I might have pulled a muscle."

I chuckled, "Before we even began?"

She pouts, "It's been a while since my last workout!"

Honestly, it didn't seem that way at all. I laid Cassandra on her back, and lightly pushed against the hamstring. I looked down checking her reaction to make sure that I didn't add on to her pain, and that I was applying enough pressure to chase the pain away.

Her face began to relax, and I massage the area, my hands crawling higher and higher until I could feel the heat of her pussy. The closer I got, the easier it was to get a glimpse up her biker shorts that left a perfect outline of her cunt. This girl must have been wearing a thong because there was no outline of her panties.

The biker shorts were pretty much the only barrier from seeing her raw cunt, and the more I massage her hamstring, the more visible her pussy lips outlined became—clearly, someone was getting off of this but I pretended not to notice.

I shook my head and look down at her face where I noticed her erect nipples poking through her sports bra, both the thoughts impossible to shake out. I continued to push against her, unfortunately my crotch was becoming impossible to hide.

"All done." I managed to huff out.

Her cheeks were red, "Thank you, Uncle."

"Not a problem." I help her stand up, squeezing one ass cheek before I began to push her to the treadmill, the men in the gym turned her heads around and I chuckled, "Before we start, let's run first before I help you with the machine."

The rest of the evening was a battle for me to not remember both my gorgeous nieces' body. I had to be patience.

That was the key.