Carl And His Step-sister Maria’s Affair With Their Uncle: Part 1

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Things seem to go downhill fast. My sister-in-law died three years ago, which led to my brother having a nervous breakdown. He lost his job, his mind, and ultimately his kids. Since I was their uncle and godfather, Family Services selected my wife and I as temporary guardians and foster parents. We were granted their custody just over two years ago. Sadly, my wife and I divorced a year later and I assumed full parenting rights on my own. Carl and Maria were adopted from two different families when they were approximately ten years old. They were good kids, three months apart in age. At the time they moved in, both were fourteen years old and confused with their life experiences. They lost their real parents earlier and now faced more sacrifices again. Despite their experiences, they were respectful and managed to cope with their new surroundings, family, and school. Although they made friends at the new school, Carl and Maria chose each others company first. Prior to the changes, I was known as their “cool” uncle. I was accomplished, affluent, and had a great sense of humor. My ex-wife and I never settled into the family life since we opted to have no children. We did, however, share a great sex life and spent the last several years of our life playing in the swinger’s community. Adopting the kids was our chance to redeem ourselves. Unfortunately, she couldn’t handle parenting, so off she went. I wanted to do things right. I needed to set an example – for the kids, for my brother, and for the Family Services watchdogs. My business kept me busy, but if I could get the kids past seventeen without a hitch, they would not be subject to relocation again. Sometime after the kids turned sixteen, Anadolu Yakası Escort I witnessed Carl and Maria develop a stronger bond – they were always together. I wondered how they would evolve into the dating scene. I asked them to hold off dating until they were at least seventeen, but I knew that the rule could be broken at any time since there are always eligible suitors in high school. Carl was an attractive young man with a Mediterranean heritage. He stood about five foot eight with strong arms and a developed athletic chest. Carl had a tight body and competed in many sports events. Maria was from a Mexican/Italian heritage. At five foot four she was very pretty with long black hair, a petite body and a very nice set of developing breasts. She had a genuine flirty smile surrounded by full luscious lips. Her dark, sensuous eyes could stop and mesmerize any guy in his tracks. Naturally, Carl was attracted to her. Hell, we were all attracted to her. I approached him one day inquiring about their relationship status. He merely stated, “No, we just get along real good,” and left it at that. Of course, I doubted him as I thought, She is gorgeous and living here with two hormone-challenged males…oh great. If she looks this good now, what will she look like in a couple of years? Well, like most teenagers, Carl was going hormone crazy as his attraction to the opposite sex intensified. Maria, with her natural beauty, became a strong catalyst to these predictable male chemical changes. She became irresistible, especially since she still spoke with an accent; every guy melts when a girl has an accent. Carl was sexually aroused around her, especially Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan in summer months. Her bikini-clad body would prove to be challenge for him trying to hide his erection under his bathing suit. One weekend, they both awoke early on a Sunday morning to attend an out-of-state school function. They were up and gone before I awoke. As I retrieved the morning paper, I noticed that Carl had dropped his sunglasses in the driveway. I picked them up and went into his room to place them on his desk. Exiting the room, I sensed my knuckles were wet. I turned on the light and stared at my hand. What the heck is this? Probably, a spill from a soda bottle. It was not soda. I went back to the desk and saw several lines of liquid tracking across the surface towards the wall. As I tried to make sense of it, it became apparent. I spoke out loud, “Carl was jerking off on his desk? Really?” Upon closer inspection, I noticed the tracks of sperm ending at the wall. I looked behind the desk to discover a gooey formation of his jizz. Oh great, I thought, he is jerking off and leaving a mess as well. I was going to clean it up, but stopped myself since I didn’t want him to know I was there. I picked up the sunglasses and put them in my pocket. I would place them on the kitchen table for when they returned. As I turned to leave, I noticed the mouse to his computer sitting near by. I moved it over a bit so it wouldn’t sit in the jizz and the laptop sprang to life. At that moment, my jaw dropped. The image on the screen startled me. It was Maria in the nude! She was in her bathroom and exiting the shower. I moved the mouse and clicked to see if there Escort Anadolu Yakası were other pictures. To my surprise, there were over 240 more. My mind raced, What the hell did this pervert do? Also, I thought, Did she allow Carl to take pictures of her? I stormed out of the room and attempted to make coffee – all the time trying to piece together what happened. I went back into the room. All the photos were candid shots, as she appeared not to have a clue she was being photographed. I mumbled to myself, “Could Carl have become a voyeur?” The pictures were all taken from a specific vantage point, which captured her either in front of the sink or by the shower. I was convinced she could not have been aware of this. I stormed down the hall to her bathroom to find a camera. Nothing on the wall or shelves revealed any such device.Wait, I thought as I went into the storage room adjacent to her bath. Hidden behind a row of books was a tiny wire, traveling up and through the wall. Shuffling back into the bathroom, I struggled and found the device ingeniously planted in one of the crevices of the stonework. I was beside myself. Carl was getting off on his step-sister’s pictures! As I reviewed the photos, many were blurred, however dozens of photos revealed in great detail what he was looking for. I now had two issues – how to deal with him, and how to forget the images in my head. In time, the latter issue would prove to be the most difficult. I had the day to ponder my next course of action. Confronting the both of them would be disastrous in terms of relationship and trust. I decided on the least invasive approach. In essence, I was going to let him get away with it. In the next few days, however, I would tell him to clear any stuff out of the storage room since I wanted to get the room fixed up anyway. This way he would have no choice but to remove the devices and I could insure that her bathroom was bug-free. That evening, the kids returned and the dinner conversation was relaxed and focused around their day.

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