Page 7 of Insincerity

After a long, taut moment, she glanced down at her plate, and I finally allowed myself to breathe.

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That night, I did something that I hadn’t been able to do since before Hailee went off to college. I lay in bed with my tablet and pulled up the live camera footage and watched her get ready for sleep.

She took her time brushing her teeth and hair. I bit the inside of my cheek as she undressed, changing into her pajamas: a pair of pink shorts that barely covered her ass and a cropped tank top with no bra. Straightforward and yet so sexy. That was Hailee. She didn’t even have to try for me to pitch a tent in my boxers. All she had to do was be herself.

For years, this had been my nightly ritual, after we’d both retired to our rooms. I took immense pleasure in simply watching her move around her personal space. Catching her in the act of touching herself or showering was simply a bonus.

But even as my body responded in the usual way, there was something off about Hailee’s routine. I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what had shifted. Something in her mannerisms seemed almost deliberate.

She sauntered around the bedroom with her legs on full display. Instead of turning off the bedside lamp like she normally did, she left it on, which meant I got to watch her settle into bed in full color instead of the camera’s grayscale night vision. Why would she change her routine?

The question fled my mind as she pulled the blankets up around her neck and appeared to drift off to sleep. I watched and waited for twenty minutes, until I was sure she wasn’t going to get up to pee. Then, finally, I summoned the video footage from earlier in the day.

I fast-forwarded to the part where she began rubbing herself through her leggings, her palm pressed flat against her groin. She raised and rocked her hips with her legs spread wide. My cock jerked in my boxers as I imagined settling between those thighs and burying my tongue inside her.

She sat upright just long enough to remove her sweater and then lay back down. Arching her back, she cupped her breasts through her bra, squeezing. I trailed my hand down my own stomach, watching her tease her nipples through the fabric. Her soft whimpers made my cock ache to be freed from my boxers. I waited until she reached back to unclasp her bra before sliding my hand over my erection.

Her breasts bounced free. I slipped my hand into my boxers, gripping my erection and stroking slowly. She strummed her nipples, squeezing her thighs together as if seeking some kind of friction. Pleasure surged through me. I turned up the volume, eager to hear every small sound as it floated from my niece’s lips.

As she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her leggings, her gaze seemed to search for the camera. My hand paused on my erection. She turned away. This was getting ridiculous. The day’s events had shaken me harder than I cared to admit. I was looking for trouble where there wasn’t any.

Hailee drew her leggings down and off, taking her panties with them. This was new. She usually just slipped a hand into her panties, but tonight, I got to watch her glide two fingers up and down her slick, high-definition pussy.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, humping the air as she continued to pinch and tease her nipples. “Keep touching me there. Your hand feels so good.”

Holy fuck.I wasn’t used to hearing Hailee speak during masturbation. But her breathy voice sent a bolt of arousal like lightning straight to my cock.

Her breasts shuddered as she panted. She rubbed her clit with two fingers, closing her eyes and losing herself to her own pleasure. I was right there with her, stroking my swollen dick, but my gaze remained glued to my tablet screen.

“Please fuck me,” she whispered. “I want it so bad.”

I groaned as she thrust two fingers inside herself, grinding her clit against the heel of her hand.

“Fuck me just like that,” she said.

I tightened my grip, spurred on by her delicious dirty talk. I’d watched Hailee’s confidence grow over the years, with pride and admiration. Still, part of me was glad she never dated much in high school. It would have killed me to watch some boy put his undeserving hands and lips all over her. Now I had to wonder where she’d learned to talk like this. The thought of anyone besides her dad and I coaxing those naughty words from her sweet mouth made my blood simmer.

“I need your fat cock,” she said, her voice pleading. I imagined that she was talking to me, begging me to give her what she so desperately wanted.

My cock throbbed as I stoked myself faster, squeezing tighter. I was so close to coming, and I could tell that she was too by the way she bit her lower lip.

“Yes, God. Fuck me, Uncle Logan… Come into my room right now and fuck me.”

I nearly came all over my keyboard. My sanity didn’t stand a chance against my pleasure. Staring at the screen in shock, I let out a strangled groan as I shot off into my fist. The whole thing felt surreal. I’d almost convinced myself that I’d imagined the whole thing.

But then she opened her eyes and looked right at the camera.

“Please,” she said, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy. “Make…me…come!”

Her orgasm seemed to tear through her. She shuddered with the force of it, legs shaking and toes curling.

I was too stunned to move. Hailee knew about the hidden cameras, and she wasn’t horrified. She was turned-on, and she’d just performed for me, like my own personal cam girl. It was impossible, and yet the proof was there in full HD.

Switching to the live feed, I checked her room to find the lamp still on and Hailee still in bed, wide awake and staring at the ceiling. She appeared to be waiting for something.

Orsomeone.

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