I mentioned my niece, Ally, in another story–I’ve got more to tell about her, but this one is about her mom from a few years ago. Dani was my ex-wife’s baby sister–7 years younger and completely different appearance. My ex-wife was legitimately beautiful in a classic sense–she had long legs and long brown hair to go with deep blue eyes. She was tall with curves and her ass was hard to ignore. Dani was cute, short, and physically fit but unremarkable. I always enjoyed seeing her walk by in a bathing suit during family gatherings, but she never was the type you’d break stride trying to get a look at. Still, whether it was the taboo aspect or just curiosity about how she compared to her sister, I had thought of her more than once when I was on the road and needed some inspiration.
Over the years, I think my apparent indifference to her took on more significance as she got older and had two kids–she wasn’t getting the minor attention she had before. Her husband, David, had taken advantage of her long shifts as a nurse to make time with the babysitters and then their daughter’s friends with teasing remarks that later turned out to be more involved. No plunging necklines or short shorts could change the fact that her sex appeal seemed to be fading fast.