The Partition

PLEASE READ BEFORE PLAYING: In this multiple choice adventure, you play Lance Whitehead, a middle-aged man who goes to live with his brother and his wife and daughter. But where will you sleep? They only have two bedrooms... Good luck!

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With her legs crossed, the teenage girl on the train is exposing a considerable amount of her left thigh. Grinning lasciviously, you catch the girl’s eye, and slowly lick your lips. She shudders, and looks away. Smirking, you begin massaging your crotch.

“Hey!” says a middle-aged woman, sitting next to the girl. “Keep your eyes to yourself, you creep!”

“Gotta look somewhere, don’t I?” you reply.

“Look elsewhere, buddy,” says a thirty-something man who is sitting two seats down from you. His tone is calm, but threatening.

“I’m not doing any harm,” you say grumpily, but you redirect your gaze.

The woman and the teenage girl (mother and daughter, you assume) get off at the next stop. You continue on for two more stops before disembarking. Returning to your small, filthy apartment, you open a bottle of whiskey to drown your sorrows. Today you lost your job at the chemical plant - the latest victim of increasing automation and corporate downsizing.

An hour later, you stumble through to the bathroom, wearing just an old, stained pair of Y-front underpants. Standing and swaying over the toilet, you unleash a torrent of pee, some of which hits the rim of the bowl and sprays outward in all directions. You mumble a curse, and try to aim better. Once you have finished, you tuck your cock away and bend over to press down the flush handle. You almost overbalance and fall over, but manage to recover yourself.

Washing your hands, you stare into the mirror. The man who looks back at you seems old before his time: mostly bald, with a shaggy curtain of grey hair running around the back his head from one temple to the other, and significantly overweight, with a sagging paunch that hangs down over the top of his underwear.

Scratching your crotch, you turn away from the mirror and lurch back to your chair in the living room, grabbing another bottle on the way. Opening it, you take a swig, then you set the bottle down on the floor, and open up a pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, you switch on the television, and settle back into your armchair. Within a couple of minutes, you are asleep.

An uncomfortable heat, and a burning pain in your leg, awaken you. “What the...” you gasp, and then you cough. Dark smoke is filling the room. Flames are flickering around you, and you realise your chair is literally on fire. With a yelp, you leap up, accidentally knocking over your whiskey bottle. As its contents spill out, they catch fire, and a small explosion shatters the bottle, sending chunks of glass in all directions. You gasp as one of them hits your leg.

Grabbing your t-shirt and jeans, you pull them on quickly, then you retrieve your phone from your bedroom. By now the fire is spreading rapidly, and you run for the door, picking up your shoes on the way, before your escape route is cut off. In a panic, you call 911. “I need the fire department!” you yell at the dispatcher, and you give her your address.

You make it outside, and watch as more and more people flee from the building. Then two fire trucks arrive, and, as flames and smoke billow out of the windows of your apartment, they turn on their hoses.

The fire is out within fifteen minutes. But your apartment is gutted; very few of your belongings are salvageable. Then your landlord, Saul, confronts you in the stairwell. “You fucking dipshit, Lance!” he yells. “Look at you - you’re drunk! I bet you fell asleep with a cigarette in your hand, didn’t you? And now a perfectly good apartment is uninhabitable!”

“The insurance will cover it,” you mumble.

“And my premiums will go up!” he fires back. “Take whatever shit you have left, and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“You can’t kick me out!” you exclaim in dismay. “Saul, I just lost my job!”

“All the more reason to kick you out!” says Saul. “Since I guess you won’t be paying your rent any time soon!”

“I got tenants’ rights!” you protest. “I’ll sue you!”

Saul laughs. “Go ahead, idiot! No court in the country would fault me for evicting a drunken asshole who set fire to his own apartment. And good luck paying for a lawyer!”

You are screwed, and you know it. Scowling and cursing, you stomp away from Saul, clutching the bag containing your meagre possessions. Leaving the building, you trudge down the sun-baked street, wondering what on Earth you are going to do now. Finding an alley with a little bit of shade, you sit down in a doorway, and contemplate your situation.

You have officially hit rock bottom. You have no home, you have no job, you have no friends... Then your brow furrows. You do, however, have family - your younger brother, Nicky, lives somewhere in Baltimore ... or did, last time you spoke to your mother. Perhaps he could be persuaded to put you up for a while.

An internet search soon uncovers Nicky’s address, and you smile. Getting to your feet, you begin walking to the nearest bus station...

Two hours later, you are on a Greyhound bus, heading to Baltimore. Thirteen gruelling hours after that, you are getting off the bus, stiff-legged and stiff-backed, and depressingly sober. Yet you are upbeat about the prospect of meeting your brother for the first time in almost thirty years. You can barely imagine how he must look now.

It is Saturday morning; the time is nine-thirty. Hopefully Nicky will be in. You walk a few blocks, and come to a modern-looking apartment building. It is far nicer than the one you have just been kicked out of. You enter, and take the elevator up to the fifth floor. It does not take you long to find your brother’s apartment, and your concern that he may have moved recently is vanquished by the name plate on the door: “WHITEHEAD”. You ring the doorbell.

A few seconds later, the door opens ... and there is your brother. There is no doubt as to his identity; he looks like a younger, significantly more handsome version of yourself. His dark hair is receding quite a bit, to be sure, but he looks slim and fit, well-groomed, and well-dressed. “Hello?” he says, eyeing you up and down suspiciously.

“Little Nicky!” you say in delight. “Not so little now, huh?”

He gasps. “Lance? Oh my God! Uh ... come in!”

You enter the apartment, and look around. It is small, but clean and tidy, with a kitchen adjoining the living room, and a short hallway which presumably leads to the bathroom and bedrooms.

A woman gets up from the couch as you enter. She is in her mid-thirties, you guess - a bit younger than Nicky - and quite attractive, with light brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She is wearing jeans, and a red t-shirt that is stretched fetchingly around her breasts. D-cup, you estimate.

“Uh, honey,” says Nicky, “this is my brother, Lance. Lance, this is my wife, Sandy.”

“Pleased to meet you, Sandy,” you say, trying not to leer at her chest as you extend your hand towards her.

She shakes it, looking slightly nervous. “Hi Lance,” she says. “How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks!” you say. “But I’ve kinda fallen on hard times. I was hoping you might be able to help me out a bit, Nicky, since we’re family...”

Movement in the corner of your eye catches your attention, and you turn to see a teenage girl emerging from the hallway. She is short - barely five feet tall - but clearly already a young woman, with a buxom chest, a slim waist, and generous hips. Only the softness of her cherubic face betrays her age - mid-teens, you guess. Her dark hair, pulled back by a pink hairband, comes down to her shoulders, and her wonderfully large breasts - considerably larger than Sandy’s - are straining against a tight blue t-shirt. To your delight, she does not appear to be wearing a bra. On her bottom half she is wearing a light, summery white skirt that stops a couple of inches short of her knees, and she is barefoot.

“Well hello there!” you say, your loins stirring.

“This is our daughter, Tammy,” says your brother.

“I have a niece!” you say. “I’m pleased to meet you, Tammy. I’m your Uncle Lance.”

“Hi Uncle Lance,” she says shyly. Her voice is high in pitch, and timid-sounding.

“Have a seat, Lance,” says Sandy. “Can I get you something to eat, or drink?”

“Thank you!” you say, putting down your bag. “I haven’t had any breakfast yet.”

“Oh!” says Sandy. “Well, we have cereal, bagels, English muffins, cinnamon bread...”

“An English muffin with jelly would be great, thanks,” you say, sitting down in an armchair. “And a mug of coffee.”

While Sandy is preparing your breakfast, you explain your situation to Nicky and Tammy, who are sitting on the couch next to your chair. The couch and a matching armchair are angled slightly towards each other, and both of them face a large television mounted on the wall. The couch is designed for two, and Tammy is sitting next to her father, clinging on to his elbow as the two of them listen to your story.

“Wow!” says Nicky eventually. “That’s some bad luck! Losing your job and your apartment on the same day. What are you going to do?”

“Well,” you reply, “I was hoping I could stay with you guys for a while, until I get back on my feet. I have some skills, and I’m sure I can find myself a new job ... but I need somewhere to stay in the meantime. And I have no money to speak of, and a credit card bill that I’m not sure how I’m going to pay...”

“Okay...” Nicky looks uneasy. “Well, obviously I’d like to help, but this isn’t a very big apartment. We only have two bedrooms...”

“I can sleep in here,” you say cheerfully. “The couch’ll be fine.”

“That’s not particularly ideal,” says Nicky unhappily. “Perhaps for a couple of days ... but this is our family room. I’m not sure it would be a suitable bedroom for you...” He sighs. “Let me discuss it with Sandy.” He gets to his feet, and walks into the kitchen.

“Well!” you say, smiling at Tammy. “Perhaps you could show me around the apartment, Tammy.”

“Um, okay,” says Tammy, looking uncomfortable. She gets to her feet. “Um ... I guess you’ve seen the living room already, and Mom and Dad are in the kitchen, so I’ll just show you the rest. It won’t take long.” She giggles awkwardly.

You follow her into the hallway, where she points through an open door. “That’s the bathroom,” she says. “There’s a bath and a shower, so you can take your pick.”

“Good to know,” you say.

“This is a closet,” says Tammy, opening another door. “It’s full of junk.” Boxes are stacked floor to ceiling; in front of them stands a Dyson vacuum cleaner. Tammy closes the door, then opens the one next to it. “Mom and Dad’s room,” she says.

You peer in. “Nice,” you remark, and you mean it. To a slob like yourself, it looks immaculate.

“And this is my room,” says Tammy, leaning against the doorway of another room and pushing the door open.

“I like it!” you say, looking in. “It’s very ... pink. Nice and big, too. How come you get a bigger room than your parents?”

“Their room’s quieter,” says Tammy. “I get more street noise, but more room. Dad’s sensitive to noise.”

You nod. “I remember.” You walk into her room, and look around. “Two beds,” you remark. “For sleepovers?”

“Aunt Sue - Mom’s sister - often used to come and stay for a few days while she was in town,” says Tammy. “She’s a flight attendant. Or was. She quit when she got married. That was last year, and she hasn’t visited since then, but we haven’t gotten around to moving the bed out. I’m not sure where we’d put it. I guess we could sell it. But yeah, it could be useful for sleepovers.”

Your eyes roam around the room, taking in the posters on the walls: One Direction, Justin Bieber, Ariana Grande. “You like music,” you observe.

Tammy nods. “Yes, I’m always listening to music,” she says. “I’m especially keen...”

But she is interrupted by her father, who has just appeared in the doorway. “Ah, here you are,” he says. “Listen ... Lance,” he says. “We can let you stay for a week. You can sleep in the living room, on the couch...”

“I have a better idea,” you say. “There’s an extra bed right here in Tammy’s room; why don’t I sleep here? Tammy and I can be roomies.”

Tammy gasps, and Nicky looks shocked at the suggestion. “That ... wouldn’t be appropriate!” says Nicky.

“I understand your concern,” you say, nodding. “It’s an issue of privacy. Tammy needs hers, and frankly, I need mine. But what if we could share this room ... and still have our privacy?”

Nicky’s brow furrows. “I don’t see how...”

“It’s simple,” you tell him. “I’ll go to the nearest hardware store, and pick up a couple pieces of drywall, and some wall brackets. It’ll take me five minutes to put up a partition between the two beds - and with the room effectively split in two, we’ll both have privacy. I’ll take the smaller half, obviously.”

Nicky looks troubled. “I don’t know, Lance...”

“Aww come on, Nicky,” you say. “Have a heart, man. It’s a pretty elegant solution, and I’ve no place else to go. And it won’t be for long - just until I get back on my feet. Trust me, I want to be in a place of my own again as soon as possible.”

“I guess it could work,” Nicky admits grudgingly.

“Dad??” says Tammy anxiously.

“It’ll only be for a few days, honey,” says Nicky, turning to face her. “I know it’s not ideal, but he is my brother, after all. We have to help him out in his hour of need.”

Tammy stares at him in dismay. “But...” She looks over at you nervously.

“Don’t worry, little Tammy,” you say cheerfully. “I’ll keep out of your way. You’ll hardly know I’m here.”

“I ... I’ll need to tell Sandy,” says Nicky. With a troubled look, he turns and heads back into the living room.

You grin at Tammy. “I guess I’ll go and find a hardware store, then. Do you know where the nearest one is?”

“There’s a Home Depot a couple of miles away,” says Tammy. “I don’t know if there’s anything closer.”

“Hmm,” you say. “Well I don’t wanna carry two pieces of sheetrock for two miles. Maybe your dad can lend me his car.” You can hear the sound of raised voices coming from the kitchen. “Uh-oh - seems like your mom isn’t happy with our plan. Better see if I can help.”

You return to the living room, and approach the kitchen, where Nicky and Sandy are talking animatedly.

“Look, he’s my brother!” says Nicky. Then he sees you approaching. “I ... I’ll handle it.” He smiles at you uncomfortably. “Uh ... Lance,” he says. “We’re a little ... concerned ... about the living arrangements. We have some ... uh ... rules ... we’d like to discuss.”

“Oh?” you inquire.

Nicky glances at Sandy. “Yeah, uh ... first of all, no smoking in the apartment.”

This is going to hurt, but you nod. “I’ve been meaning to quit anyway,” you say. “What else?”

Nicky purses his lips. “No drinking, either.”

“None at all?” you protest in dismay. “Nicky, there’s nothing wrong with a glass of wine at dinner, is there?”

“For some, sure,” says Nicky, “but in this house, we don’t drink.”

“Nicky...” you begin, but he cuts you off.

“It’s Nick!” he says peevishly. “Nobody’s called me Nicky since I was thirteen, Lance!”

“Oh!” you say in surprise. “I didn’t know that.”

“Of course you didn’t - you haven’t seen me since I was eleven, and you moved clear across the country and barely contacted me again!”

“Look, man, I had to get out of Jonesville,” you tell him, shaking your head. “There was no work there, and I wanted to explore. Plus ... you know Dad hated me.”

“I didn’t, though!” says Nicky ... or Nick, as you should now try to get used to calling him. His tone sounds almost plaintive. “Why didn’t you ever come back and visit? Or even call?”

You shrug. “I was living a new life, Nicky. Nick. You didn’t visit me either.”

“I didn’t know where you were!” Nick exclaims.

“Good point,” you admit. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? But I’m here now - it’ll give us a chance to catch up and get to know each other again.”

Nick sighs, and nods. “All right,” he says. “But no drinking.”

“Fine,” you say grumpily. “Was there anything else?”

“Yeah,” says Nick. “Sandy ... well, Sandy and I ... want to see this partition in place, and give our approval on whether we think it provides sufficient privacy - for both you and Tammy.”

“Of course,” you agree. “Tammy says there’s a Home Depot not far away - may I borrow your car...?”

“I’ll drive you,” says Nick firmly.

“Aww come on, Nick,” you say, with a little grimace. “I’m not going to run off with your car. Do you think that little of me?”

“All right, fine,” says Nick with a sigh. He pulls his car keys out of his pocket, and hands them to you. “It’s in the parking lot at the back of the building. Metallic blue Toyota Corolla. You have your driver’s licence, I hope? You didn’t lose that in the fire?”

“Nope,” you say, “it was in my wallet, which was in my pants, which were on me, fortunately. Thanks Nick - I’ll see you in a bit. Oh ... do you have a spare key to the apartment?”

“Uh ... no,” says Nick.

“Better give me yours, then,” you say. “I’ll get a new one cut at Home Depot.”

Nick purses his lips, then nods. Pulling another key ring out of his pocket, he gives it to you as well.

“Thanks!” you say. “I assume you have a toolbox? Screwdrivers and such?”

“Yes,” says Nick. “It’s pretty basic, but it should be adequate for this project.”

“Great,” you say. “I think fifty bucks should cover it...”

With a sigh, Nick pulls out his wallet.

“Nick!” says Sandy in alarm.

“He’s got no money!” says Nick irritably. “What do you want me to do?” He hands you three twenty-dollar bills.

“Thanks!” you say. “I’ll be right back.”

You leave the apartment, take the elevator downstairs, and soon find Nick’s car in the parking lot. Driving to Home Depot with the help of your maps app, you soon have the materials you need, and a newly-cut key to Nick’s apartment.

You drive back, park the car, and carry the two pieces of sheetrock to the elevator, along with a bag containing the brackets and screws. Upstairs, you yourself into the apartment, and carry your purchases through to Tammy’s room. “I’m back!” you call out. “Oh, you’re all here. Everything okay?”

Sandy and Tammy are sitting together on Tammy’s bed; Sandy has her arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “Yes, we’re fine,” she says, a little tersely.

“You’ve been busy,” you remark.

“Yes,” says Nick. “I figure the partition can go here.” He gestures.

The spare bed has been moved up against the far wall, beneath the window. Tammy’s dresser has been moved across the room, along with her bookcase and all of her books and movies. The area you will be occupying is now devoid of furniture, except for your bed and a wooden chest, which has apparently been emptied for your use. Your area is depressingly small - barely one third of the room. Tammy’s side contains not only her bed, dresser, bookshelf, and wardrobe, but also a little red two-seater couch facing a small television mounted on the wall. Everything is very crowded together, possibly explaining Tammy’s rather morose expression.

“All right,” you say. “This’ll take no time at all.”

In fact, once Nick has brought you his toolbox, it takes you about fifteen minutes to fit the brackets to the two sheets of drywall. Standing them up next to each other, you are pleased to note that neither piece is showing a tendency to lean.

“There!” you say. “How’s that?”

“It’s not as high as I’d pictured,” says Sandy, looking concerned.

“It came in two sizes,” you explain. “Six by four and eight by four. This ceiling isn’t as much as eight feet high, so I had to go with the six-foot pieces. But don’t worry - six feet will be plenty high enough. I’m only five foot eleven, and my eyes are obviously lower than that. We won’t see each other.”

“Yes, well, I think that’s satisfactory,” says Nick, nodding. “It’s a good partition.”

“Thank you,” you say. “Now, what’s for lunch...?”

That afternoon, since your only clothes are those you are wearing, Nick takes you shopping. He offers to pay, and you happily accept, but he seems unprepared for the cost. “I need a suit,” you explain to him, “for job interviews. The more presentable I look, the more likely I am to get a job offer, and the sooner I’ll be out of your hair.”

Nick has to concede the logic of this, and he reluctantly covers the entire $538 dollars that you spend. “This is it, though!” he warns you. “I can’t afford to keep paying for your stuff, Lance.”

“I understand,” you reply. “And I’m grateful, truly. I need some other things too - like toiletries - but I’ll pay for those myself.”

Nick nods. “Okay.”

When you finally return home, you chat with Nick and Sandy for a while, until Sandy gets up to make the dinner. The four of you eat around the kitchen table; the meal is spaghetti bolognese. It is quite good, and you compliment Sandy on her cooking. She seems pleased.

After dinner, deciding you should contribute in some way, you wash the dishes. “I could get used to this,” says Nick, chuckling. “That’s normally my job.”

“I’m surprised you don’t have a dishwasher,” you remark.

“No room,” Nick explains. “Space is at a premium in this kitchen, as you can see.”

Having dried and put away the dishes, with Nick’s help, you stroll into the living room, where Sandy and Tammy are watching TV. Sandy is on the couch, while Tammy is in the armchair. “You can take this chair, Uncle Lance,” says Tammy, getting to her feet. “I’m going to make a phone call in my room.”

“To Julian?” Nick asks with a knowing grin.

Tammy’s cheeks turn red. “No, just ... Emma.” She turns and walks quickly out of the room.

“Julian’s her boyfriend,” Sandy explains.

“Ah,” you say, nodding.

The documentary Nick and Sandy are watching does not hold your interest, and your eyelids begin to droop. Before long you are dozing, and when you awaken with a jump, it is almost eleven o’clock. Sandy has already gone to bed, and Nick is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Nick. “Towels are in the bathroom closet.”

“Thanks,” you say. “Goodnight then.”

“Goodnight, Lance,” says Nick.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a pink tank-top and a pair of bikini-cut white panties. She is lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

cup her left buttock with your hand.

masturbate over her.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You lightly place your palm on her panty-clad buttock, and give it a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her buttock, she twitches, and you withdraw your hand anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You wake up to the sound of a car horn being sounded angrily outside. Rubbing your eyes, you remember where you are, and smile. Then you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

You hear her bed creak, and you quietly ease yourself out of your own bed. Tiptoeing over to the partition, you peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. She passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. But only a glimpse. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here. Alternatively, you could climb on top of your wooden chest and peer over the top of the wall. But that would be riskier.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a skirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her skirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning Uncle Lance,” she says, looking a little nervous. “Um ... I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“Ooh, breakfast!” you say. “I’ll see you there shortly. I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

Looking utterly grossed out, Tammy hurries out of the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table. “Nick left already?”

“Yes - he’s normally left by this time,” says Sandy. Then she asks politely, “Are you going to try to find a job today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm. “I need to get back into the workforce.”

Sandy nods. “Well, I’ll be working from home. Tammy has school, of course.”

“Ah yes,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. She is wearing a shapeless t-shirt and a pair of jeans - not a sexy outfit by any means - but she cannot fully hide the size of her breasts. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be job-searching from the comfort of the living room, I guess.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. You also spend some time working on your résumé. Then, tired of this effort, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy wails. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

Click here to return to the start of the current day.

You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure, you reflect ... you would love to see her out of those jeans.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“Well I can’t pay you rent,” you say. “Might as well earn my keep somehow.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “Getting a lot done, Lance, are you?” she asks pointedly.

“Taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her. “Job-hunting in this market can get a little depressing; I can only take so much before I need to unwind a bit.”

“Fair enough,” she says. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I need to get out of the apartment for a while,” you reply. “I’ll have a wander around town, see if anyone’s hiring. Maybe shop for some essentials.”

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

Continue.

Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

Shaking your head, you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance,” she says, without enthusiasm.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra. Perhaps she finds bras uncomfortable. “What are you watching?”

“Troubled Waters,” she replies.

“Huh,” you say. You have no interest in the soap opera,

but you sit down next to her anyway.

so you head to your side of the partition.

“Mind if I watch it with you?” you ask cheerfully, as you settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece.

Tammy, looking a little alarmed, gets to her feet. “Um, actually I have to do something on my phone,” she says, and she goes over to her bed and sits down, facing away from you.

“Suit yourself,” you say, and you change the channel a few times, until you settle on ESPN.

A little later, you look over and notice Tammy lying on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You lie down on your bed, and play on your phone for a while. But this can only hold your interest for so long when there is a gorgeous teenage girl in the same room as you. Eventually you get up from your bed, and peer around the end of the partition. Tammy is now lying on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

go and watch TV for a bit.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

“No ... it’s okay,” she says hesitantly. “Thanks though.”

“Are you sure?” you say. “I know I’m not the smartest guy in the world, but I’d like to do something to help my favourite niece ... if I can.”

She shrugs. “How’s your math? Mine’s really not good...”

“It’s not bad,” you reply. “It was one of my better subjects, actually.” You sit down next to her. “Let’s see now... Ah, yes, well you’ve got this bit wrong for a start. What’s twelve divided by one third?”

“Four,” says Tammy, looking uncomfortable.

“No, that’s twelve divided by three,” you say. “Twelve divided by one third...”

“Oh ... oops,” she says, embarrassed. “Thirty-six.” She stares at the page in front of her. “That makes more sense...”

It is not her only error, however, and as you continue to help her figure out the solutions to her homework questions, she seems to become more comfortable in your presence. Eventually she says, “Thanks for your help, Uncle Lance. Dad never has time to help me with my homework. He says I need to figure stuff out for myself.”

“I understand where he’s coming from,” you say. “It’s good to encourage independent thinking. But sometimes people just need a little nudge in the right direction, to help those neural connections snap into place.”

“Yes!” says Tammy. “I totally agree.”

You smile, and lay a hand on the small of her back. “Well I’m happy to help you with your homework whenever you like, Tammy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go and see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

She looks startled and anxious at the placement of your hand, but she nods. “Okay,” she says.

‘God, she’s a pretty thing,’ you think to yourself. ‘Such kissable lips! I’d love to jam my tongue between them.’

But you merely smile as you stand up and walk to the door. Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door. But it soon becomes apparent that they are talking about music, and you push the door open and enter.

“Hi Uncle Lance,” says Tammy, looking a little startled - and not especially happy - to see you. “Sorry Emma - it’s my uncle ... yes - that one.”

You walk quickly around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy’s conversation returns to the banalities of teenage culture.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Uh - no thanks,” says Tammy, grimacing a little.

“Okay, never mind then,” you say, slightly disgruntled. Would it hurt the girl to be a little friendlier?

Some time later, you hear Tammy’s bed creak, and you stealthily creep over to the partition to peer through the gap between the two pieces of drywall. You are just in time to see your niece walk to the door clutching a small bundle of clothing. It occurs to you that perhaps she is about to take a shower.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower! To see her soap up that curvy young body of hers... But it is a risky idea; what if you got caught? Without risk, there is no adventure ... but on the other hand, you’ve got a good thing going here. Why mess it up?

Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Uh...” she says, looking uncomfortable.

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy ... if you don’t mind...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

Continue.

About twenty minutes later, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Oh,” says Tammy in a nervous voice. “You couldn’t ... wait?”

“No,” you reply, “I need to go real bad.”

“Uh ... okay,” says Tammy, sounding very anxious at the thought of being wet and naked in the same room as her uncle. “Just ... please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a half-smile. Then she puts down her phone, picks up a small bundle of clothing next to her, and stands up. “I’m just going to take a shower,” she mutters.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily. She stares at you anxiously, and you chuckle. “I’m just kidding!” you assure her.

She hurriedly leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! To see her soap up that curvy young body of hers... But it is a risky idea; what if you got caught? Without risk, there is no adventure ... but on the other hand, you’ve got a good thing going here. Why mess it up?

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ve got my little light on.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now. You take off your shoes and socks, and walk around the end of the partition.

You hear Tammy gasp, and in the dim glow of her night light, you see her lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and covers her panties, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you climb down from the chest, cursing your folly.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You lightly place your palms on her panty-clad buttocks, and give them a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her bottom, she twitches, and you withdraw your hands anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing with her back to you, completely naked. The water from the shower head is hitting a wide area around her shoulders, and streaming down her back, bottom, and legs. Her bottom is gorgeous, her buttocks plump and round, and so, so deliciously squeezable!

But as she starts to turn around, you panic, and let go of the shower curtain. You got away with peeking at Tammy, but you know better than to push your luck too far. Creeping carefully across the tiled floor, you quietly open the door and slip out of the room. Heaving a sigh of relief, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing naked with her full round breasts and shaven pussy completely on display. For a fraction of a second, she stares at you in horror. Then she screams.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, before bolting from the room. As you cross the hall and enter Tammy’s bedroom, you see Nick coming from the living room.

From your refuge behind the partition, you hear raised voices in the bathroom. Then the door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“It was an accident!” you jabber, coming around the end of the partition. “I tripped, you see, and...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Slipping quietly out of the bathroom, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You wake up to the sound of a car horn outside. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

Hearing her bed creak, you quietly get up, put on a clear pair of Y-fronts, and tiptoe over to the partition, then peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. Tammy passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a skirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her skirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning Uncle Lance,” she says, looking a little uncomfortable. “I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“Ooh, breakfast!” you say. “I’ll see you there shortly. I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

Looking utterly grossed out, Tammy hurries out of the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table. “Nick left already?”

“Yes - he’s normally left by this time,” says Sandy. Then she asks politely, “Are you going to try to find a job today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm. “The search continues.”

Sandy nods. “Well, I’ll be working from home. Tammy has school, of course.”

“Ah yes,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. She is wearing jeans and a shapeless t-shirt that cannot fully hide the size of her breasts. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. You also spend some time working on your résumé. Then, tired of this effort, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy wails. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure, you reflect ... you would love to see her out of those jeans.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“Well I can’t pay you rent,” you say. “Might as well earn my keep somehow.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “Getting a lot done, Lance, are you?” she asks pointedly.

“Taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her. “Job-hunting in this market can get a little depressing; I can only take so much before I need to unwind a bit.”

“Fair enough,” she says. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I need to get out of the apartment for a while,” you reply. “I think I’ll have a wander around town.”

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

Continue.

Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

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Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

Shaking your head, you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

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Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

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Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance,” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra. “What are you watching?”

“Troubled Waters,” she replies.

“Huh,” you say. You have no interest in the soap opera,

but you sit down next to her anyway.

so you head to your side of the partition.

“Mind if I watch it with you?” you ask cheerfully, as you settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece.

Tammy stiffens. “I guess not,” she says, but she leans slightly away from you, hunches her shoulders, and folds her arms across her chest.

The soap is ridiculously melodramatic, but you cannot help getting rather sucked into its implausible plotlines. At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “That’s a very silly show,” you say, “but I have to admit ... I kind of enjoyed it.”

Tammy seems to relax a little, and she grins. “It grows on you, doesn’t it?” she says.

You nod in agreement. “What shall we watch next?”

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You lie down on your bed, and play on your phone for a while. But this can only hold your interest for so long when there is a gorgeous teenage girl in the same room as you. Eventually you get up from your bed, and peer around the end of the partition. Tammy is now lying on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

go and watch TV for a bit.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

She hesitates, then nods. “If you wouldn’t mind,” she says. “Thank you.”

You sit down next to her, and look at the pages in front of her. This time you can provide very little insight into her homework questions, but she seems to appreciate being able to bounce her thoughts off you. Eventually she says, “Thanks for your help, Uncle Lance.”

You smile, and lay a hand on the small of her back. “You’re welcome, Tammy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go and see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

She looks a little discomfited by the placement of your hand, but she nods. “Okay,” she says.

You smile, then you stand up and walk to the door. Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

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You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

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The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door. But it soon becomes apparent that they are talking about music, and you push the door open and enter.

“Hi Uncle Lance,” says Tammy, looking a little startled - and not especially happy - to see you. “Sorry Emma - it’s my uncle.”

You walk quickly around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy’s conversation returns to the banalities of teenage culture.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Uh - not right now, thanks,” says Tammy.

“Okay, never mind then,” you say.

Some time later, you hear Tammy’s bed creak, and you stealthily creep over to the partition to peer through the gap between the two pieces of drywall. You are just in time to see your niece walk to the door clutching a small bundle of clothing. It occurs to you that perhaps she is about to take a shower.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower! To see her soap up that curvy young body of hers... But it is a risky proposition.

Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Uh...” she says, looking uncomfortable.

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy ... if you don’t mind...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

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About twenty minutes later, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Oh,” says Tammy in a nervous voice. “You couldn’t ... wait?”

“No,” you reply, “I need to go real bad.”

“Uh ... okay,” says Tammy, sounding very anxious at the thought of being wet and naked in the same room as her uncle. “Just ... please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a half-smile. Then she puts down her phone, picks up a small bundle of clothing next to her, and stands up. “I’m just going to take a shower,” she says.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily. She stares at you anxiously, and you chuckle. “I’m just kidding!” you assure her.

She hurriedly leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! To see her soap up that curvy young body of hers... But it is a risky idea; what if you got caught? Without risk, there is no adventure ... but on the other hand, you’ve got a good thing going here. Why mess it up?

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ve got my little light on.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now. You take off your shoes and socks, and walk around the end of the partition.

You hear Tammy gasp, and in the dim glow of her night light, you see her lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and covers her panties, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you climb down from the chest, cursing your folly.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

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You lightly place your palms on her panty-clad buttocks, and give them a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her bottom, she twitches, and you withdraw your hands anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

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Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

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You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing with her back to you, completely naked. The water from the shower head is hitting a wide area around her shoulders, and streaming down her back, bottom, and legs. Her bottom is gorgeous, her buttocks plump and round, and so, so deliciously squeezable!

But as she starts to turn around, you panic, and let go of the shower curtain. You got away with peeking at Tammy, but you know better than to push your luck too far. Creeping carefully across the tiled floor, you quietly open the door and slip out of the room. Heaving a sigh of relief, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

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You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing naked with her full round breasts and shaven pussy completely on display. For a fraction of a second, she stares at you in horror. Then she screams.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, before bolting from the room. As you cross the hall and enter Tammy’s bedroom, you see Nick coming from the living room.

From your refuge behind the partition, you hear raised voices in the bathroom. Then the door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“It was an accident!” you jabber, coming around the end of the partition. “I tripped, you see, and...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Slipping quietly out of the bathroom, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

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You wake up to the sound of a car horn outside. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

Hearing her bed creak, you quietly get up, put on a clear pair of Y-fronts, and tiptoe over to the partition, then peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. Tammy passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a skirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her skirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning Uncle Lance,” she says, looking a little uncomfortable. “I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“Ooh, breakfast!” you say. “I’ll see you there shortly. I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

Looking utterly grossed out, Tammy hurries out of the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table. “Nick left already?”

“Yes - he’s normally left by this time,” says Sandy. Then she asks politely, “Are you going to try to find a job today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm. “The search continues.”

Sandy nods. “Well, I’ll be working from home. Tammy has school, of course.”

“Ah yes,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. She is wearing jeans and a shapeless t-shirt that cannot fully hide the size of her breasts. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. You also spend some time working on your résumé. Then, tired of this effort, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy wails. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure, you reflect ... you would love to see her out of those jeans.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“Well I can’t pay you rent,” you say. “Might as well earn my keep somehow.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “Getting a lot done, Lance, are you?” she asks pointedly.

“Taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her. “Job-hunting in this market can get a little depressing; I can only take so much before I need to unwind a bit.”

“Fair enough,” she says. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I need to get out of the apartment for a while,” you reply. “I think I’ll have a wander around town.”

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

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Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

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Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

On your way back through the mall, you happen to glance into a little costume jewellery shop, and an idea strikes you. You enter, and look at a rack of earrings on sale. You recall that Tammy’s phone case has pictures of butterflies on it, and also that she has a butterfly poster on her wall. Clearly the girl likes butterflies, and by happy chance, you find a pair of earrings shaped like tiny silver-and-blue butterflies, on sale for just $22. You buy them, then you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

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Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

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Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance,” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra. “What are you watching?”

“Troubled Waters,” she replies.

“Huh,” you say. You have no interest in the soap opera,

but you sit down next to her anyway.

so you head to your side of the partition.

“Mind if I watch it with you?” you ask cheerfully, as you settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece.

Tammy tenses up. “Sure,” she says, but she leans slightly away from you.

The soap is ridiculously melodramatic, but enjoyable nonetheless. At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Well that was silly,” you say, “but entertaining, I have to admit.”

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees. She is looking more relaxed now.

You nod in agreement. “What shall we watch next?”

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You lie down on your bed, and play on your phone for a while. But this can only hold your interest for so long when there is a gorgeous teenage girl in the same room as you. Eventually you get up from your bed, and peer around the end of the partition. Tammy is now lying on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

go and watch TV for a bit.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

She hesitates, then nods. “If you wouldn’t mind,” she says. “Thank you.”

You sit down next to her, and look at the pages in front of her. This time you can provide very little insight into her homework questions, but she seems to appreciate being able to bounce her thoughts off you. Eventually she says, “Thanks for your help, Uncle Lance.”

You smile, and lay a hand on the small of her back. “You’re welcome, Tammy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go and see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

She looks a little discomfited by the placement of your hand, but she nods. “Okay,” she says.

You smile, then you stand up and walk to the door. Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door. But it soon becomes apparent that they are talking about music, and you push the door open and enter.

“Hi Uncle Lance,” says Tammy, looking a little startled - and not especially happy - to see you. “Sorry Emma - it’s my uncle.”

You walk quickly around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy’s conversation returns to the banalities of teenage culture.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Uh - not right now, thanks,” says Tammy.

“Okay, never mind then,” you say.

Some time later, you hear Tammy’s bed creak, and you stealthily creep over to the partition to peer through the gap between the two pieces of drywall. You are just in time to see your niece walk to the door clutching a small bundle of clothing. It occurs to you that perhaps she is about to take a shower.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower! To see her soap up that curvy young body of hers... But it is a risky proposition.

Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Uh...” she says, looking uncomfortable.

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy ... if you don’t mind...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

Continue.

About twenty minutes later, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Oh,” says Tammy in a nervous voice. “You couldn’t ... wait?”

“No,” you reply, “I need to go real bad.”

“Uh ... okay,” says Tammy, sounding very anxious at the thought of being wet and naked in the same room as her uncle. “Just ... please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a half-smile. Then she puts down her phone, picks up a small bundle of clothing next to her, and stands up. “I’m just going to take a shower,” she says.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily. She stares at you anxiously, and you chuckle. “I’m just kidding!” you assure her.

She hurriedly leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! To see her soap up that curvy young body of hers... But it is a risky idea; what if you got caught? Without risk, there is no adventure ... but on the other hand, you’ve got a good thing going here. Why mess it up?

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ve got my little light on.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now. You take off your shoes and socks, and walk around the end of the partition.

You hear Tammy gasp, and in the dim glow of her night light, you see her lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and covers her panties, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you climb down from the chest, cursing your folly.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You lightly place your palms on her panty-clad buttocks, and give them a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her bottom, she twitches, and you withdraw your hands anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing with her back to you, completely naked. The water from the shower head is hitting a wide area around her shoulders, and streaming down her back, bottom, and legs. Her bottom is gorgeous, her buttocks plump and round, and so, so deliciously squeezable!

But as she starts to turn around, you panic, and let go of the shower curtain. You got away with peeking at Tammy, but you know better than to push your luck too far. Creeping carefully across the tiled floor, you quietly open the door and slip out of the room. Heaving a sigh of relief, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing naked with her full round breasts and shaven pussy completely on display. For a fraction of a second, she stares at you in horror. Then she screams.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, before bolting from the room. As you cross the hall and enter Tammy’s bedroom, you see Nick coming from the living room.

From your refuge behind the partition, you hear raised voices in the bathroom. Then the door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“It was an accident!” you jabber, coming around the end of the partition. “I tripped, you see, and...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Slipping quietly out of the bathroom, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance,” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra. “I bought you something.”

She pauses the television. “You did?”

“Yeah,” you say, sitting down heavily next to her. “An uncle is supposed to spoil his niece, right? And where have I been all your life? I’m sorry, Tammy - I wish I could make up for all the birthdays and Christmases I’ve missed. This won’t do that ... but hopefully it’s a step in the right direction.” You hand her the box from the jewellery store.

Tammy opens it up. “Oh, they’re lovely!” she says excitedly. “Thank you Uncle Lance!” She deftly removes the little stud earrings she is currently wearing, and puts the butterflies in instead. Then she turns to face you. “What do you think?”

“They suit you very well,” you say. “Pretty earrings for a pretty girl.”

She blushes, and smiles. “Thank you,” she says, and she spreads her arms out and gives you a brief hug. “I can’t wait to show these to Julian!”

“Ah yes - your boyfriend,” you say, feigning interest. “Tell me about him.”

Tammy sighs wistfully. “Oh, he’s wonderful,” she says. “He’s so cute ... and he’s good at everything. He’s on the football team, he plays piano, he knows lots of stuff about cars, and mechanical things in general ... and he’s such a gentleman! Most boys his age push their girlfriends to ... you know ... do stuff. But not Julian! His dad’s a preacher, you see ... so he has a very strong sense of morals.”

You smirk. “He sounds very nice,” you remark. “I assume he’s kissed you though, right?”

“Well of course,” says Tammy, blushing deeply. “On the cheek AND on the lips. Not ... you know ... with tongues... My friends do tease me about that, but I think it’s sweet that Julian wants to wait.”

What is he waiting for? you cannot help wondering. But you nod, and say, “That’s sensible. You want your first real kiss to be perfect. Don’t rush it, or it might be a disaster ... and for the rest of your life it’ll be a bad memory. You don’t want that, trust me.”

Tammy shudders. “No, definitely not.”

“Shall we watch your soap together?” you suggest. “I confess I’m quite getting into it.”

Tammy smiles. “Sure!” she says. She seems quite at ease in your company now.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Well that was fun,” you say.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You wake up to the sound of a car horn outside. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

Hearing her bed creak, you quietly get up, put on a clear pair of Y-fronts, and tiptoe over to the partition, then peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. Tammy passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a skirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her skirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning!” she says. “I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“I’ll see you there shortly,” you say. “I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, shuddering.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

Sandy asks politely, “Are you going to continue your job search today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm.

Sandy nods. “Well, good luck with that.”

“Thank you,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy wails. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure, you reflect ... you would love to see her out of those jeans.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“Well I can’t pay you rent,” you say. “Might as well earn my keep somehow.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “Getting a lot done, Lance, are you?” she asks pointedly.

“Taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her. “Job-hunting in this market can get a little depressing; I can only take so much before I need to unwind a bit.”

“Fair enough,” she says. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I need to get out of the apartment for a while,” you reply. “I think I’ll have a wander around town.”

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

Continue.

Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

Shaking your head, you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching her favourite soap, Troubled Waters, on her television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance,” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra.

“You want to watch this with me?” she asks you, patting the couch next to her.

You reply,

“Sure!”

“Actually I’ve got a couple of things I need to take care of.”

You settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece, gratified to see that she does not seem at all bothered by this.

As you watch the soap, you are acutely aware of her warm body sitting next to yours; your upper arm is pressed against hers. You feel a strong desire to put your arm around her ... but she seems to be getting to like you, and you are concerned it might set your relationship back if you get too bold.

After deliberating for a few moments, you decide...

it’s not worth the risk.

to go for it.

You lie down on your bed, and play on your phone for a while. But this can only hold your interest for so long when there is a gorgeous teenage girl in the same room as you. Eventually you get up from your bed, and peer around the end of the partition. Tammy is now lying on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

go and watch TV for a bit.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

She hesitates, then nods. “If you wouldn’t mind,” she says. “Thank you.”

You sit down next to her, and look at the pages in front of her. This time you can provide very little insight into her homework questions, but she seems to appreciate being able to bounce her thoughts off you. Eventually she says, “Thanks for your help, Uncle Lance.”

You smile, and lay a hand on the small of her back. “You’re welcome, Tammy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go and see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

She looks a little discomfited by the placement of your hand, but she nods. “Okay,” she says.

You smile, then you stand up and walk to the door. Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door. But it soon becomes apparent that they are talking about music, and you push the door open and enter.

“Hi Uncle Lance,” says Tammy, looking a little startled - and not especially happy - to see you. “Sorry Emma - it’s my uncle.”

You walk quickly around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy’s conversation returns to the banalities of teenage culture.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Uh - not right now, thanks,” says Tammy.

“Okay, never mind then,” you say.

Some time later, you hear Tammy’s bed creak, and you stealthily creep over to the partition to peer through the gap between the two pieces of drywall. You are just in time to see your niece walk to the door clutching a small bundle of clothing. It occurs to you that perhaps she is about to take a shower.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower! To see her soap up that curvy young body of hers... But it is a risky proposition.

Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Uh...” she says, looking uncomfortable.

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy ... if you don’t mind...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

Continue.

About twenty minutes later, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Oh,” says Tammy in a nervous voice. “You couldn’t ... wait?”

“No,” you reply, “I need to go real bad.”

“Uh ... okay,” says Tammy, sounding very anxious at the thought of being wet and naked in the same room as her uncle. “Just ... please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a half-smile. Then she puts down her phone, picks up a small bundle of clothing next to her, and stands up. “I’m just going to take a shower,” she says.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily. She stares at you anxiously, and you chuckle. “I’m just kidding!” you assure her.

She hurriedly leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! To see her soap up that curvy young body of hers... But it is a risky idea; what if you got caught? Without risk, there is no adventure ... but on the other hand, you’ve got a good thing going here. Why mess it up?

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ve got my little light on.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now. You take off your shoes and socks, and walk around the end of the partition.

You hear Tammy gasp, and in the dim glow of her night light, you see her lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and covers her panties, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you climb down from the chest, cursing your folly.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You lightly place your palms on her panty-clad buttocks, and give them a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her bottom, she twitches, and you withdraw your hands anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing with her back to you, completely naked. The water from the shower head is hitting a wide area around her shoulders, and streaming down her back, bottom, and legs. Her bottom is gorgeous, her buttocks plump and round, and so, so deliciously squeezable!

But as she starts to turn around, you panic, and let go of the shower curtain. You got away with peeking at Tammy, but you know better than to push your luck too far. Creeping carefully across the tiled floor, you quietly open the door and slip out of the room. Heaving a sigh of relief, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing naked with her full round breasts and shaven pussy completely on display. For a fraction of a second, she stares at you in horror. Then she screams.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, before bolting from the room. As you cross the hall and enter Tammy’s bedroom, you see Nick coming from the living room.

From your refuge behind the partition, you hear raised voices in the bathroom. Then the door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“It was an accident!” you jabber, coming around the end of the partition. “I tripped, you see, and...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Slipping quietly out of the bathroom, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Well that was fun,” you say.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You put your arm around Tammy, gently grasping her far shoulder. She stiffens, clearly uncomfortable with this, but says nothing, so you leave your arm in place.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Well that was fun,” you say.

Tammy nods. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, getting to her feet. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You wake up to the sound of a car horn outside. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

Hearing her bed creak, you quietly get up, put on a clear pair of Y-fronts, and tiptoe over to the partition, then peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. Tammy passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a skirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her skirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning!” she says. “I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“I’ll see you there shortly,” you say. “I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, shuddering.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

Sandy asks politely, “Are you going to continue your job search today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm.

Sandy nods. “Well, good luck with that.”

“Thank you,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy wails. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure, you reflect ... you would love to see her out of those jeans.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“Well I can’t pay you rent,” you say. “Might as well earn my keep somehow.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “Getting a lot done, Lance, are you?” she asks pointedly.

“Taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her. “Job-hunting in this market can get a little depressing; I can only take so much before I need to unwind a bit.”

“Fair enough,” she says. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I need to get out of the apartment for a while,” you reply. “I think I’ll have a wander around town.”

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

Continue.

Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

Shaking your head, you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching her favourite soap, Troubled Waters, on her television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance,” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra.

“You want to watch this with me?” she asks you, patting the couch next to her.

You reply,

“Sure!”

“Actually I’ve got a couple of things I need to take care of.”

You settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece, gratified to see that she does not seem at all bothered by this.

As you watch the soap, you are acutely aware of her warm body sitting next to yours; your upper arm is pressed against hers. You feel a strong desire to put your arm around her ... but she seems to be getting to like you, and you are concerned it might set your relationship back if you get too bold.

After deliberating for a few moments, you decide...

it’s not worth the risk.

to go for it.

You lie down on your bed, and play on your phone for a while. But this can only hold your interest for so long when there is a gorgeous teenage girl in the same room as you. Eventually you get up from your bed, and peer around the end of the partition. Tammy is now lying on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

go and watch TV for a bit.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

She hesitates, then nods. “If you wouldn’t mind,” she says. “Thank you.”

You sit down next to her, and look at the pages in front of her. This time you can provide very little insight into her homework questions, but she seems to appreciate being able to bounce her thoughts off you. Eventually she says, “Thanks for your help, Uncle Lance.”

You smile, and lay a hand on the small of her back. “You’re welcome, Tammy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go and see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

She looks a little discomfited by the placement of your hand, but she nods. “Okay,” she says.

You smile, then you stand up and walk to the door. Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door. But it soon becomes apparent that they are talking about music, and you push the door open and enter.

“Hi Uncle Lance,” says Tammy.

“Don’t mind me!” you whisper, tiptoeing past her on your way to the partition.

“Sorry Emma - it’s my uncle,” says Tammy. “Nah - he’s okay. He bought me some cute earrings...”

You walk quickly around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy’s conversation returns to the banalities of teenage culture.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Uh - sure,” says Tammy. “I’ll fetch a pack from the living room.” She gets up and leaves the room.

When she returns, she steps up on to her bed, then sits down, cross-legged. Your eyes widen as you watch the hem of her skirt, but she tucks it between her legs as she sits, giving you no chance to glimpse her panties.

“What game would you like to play?” you ask her.

“Um ... Old Maid?” Tammy suggests.

“I’m not familiar with that game,” you tell her.

“Oh, it’s quite simple,” she says. “I’ll teach you.”

She fans out the deck of cards, and removes the Queen of Spades. She then shuffles the cards thoroughly, and deals them all out.

“Now I’ve got twenty-six and you’ve got twenty-five,” you remark.

“That doesn’t matter,” she says. “Now, match up any pairs you have, and discard them from your hand. They’ve got to match value and colour.”

“Okay,” you say, and you do as she has instructed. She does the same, and afterwards, she has seventeen cards, while you have sixteen.

“Now,” says Tammy, fanning out her cards in front of her. “Pick one of my cards; any one you like. Match it up with one of yours - if you can - and discard that pair.”

You pick a card; it is the King or Diamonds. You pair it up with your own King of Hearts, and discard the two cards.

“Now you hold up yours, and I’ll pick one,” says Tammy. “You can shuffle your cards first if you want.”

“Okay;” you say, nodding. You think you have got the idea of this game now.

Play proceeds in this manner until, with four cards left in your hand, you pick the Queen of Clubs from Tammy’s. Since the Queen of Spades was taken out of the pack at the beginning, you cannot match it with anything. Now you have five cards, and Tammy has four.

She grins. “Finally!”

You shuffle your cards thoroughly, and then you fan them out and hold them up. Tammy picks a card - the four of clubs. You pick one of hers, and so it continues. Somehow Tammy manages to avoid picking the Queen of Clubs until you have just two cards left in your hand. Then she pulls it out of your hand ... and you grin. Now you just have the Two of Hearts left.

Tammy shuffles her two cards, and then holds them up. You pause with your fingers over the right-hand card, and watch her expression. You think you see a glimmer of hope in her eyes. You pick the other card, and turn it around; it is the Queen of Clubs. Tammy grins.

“Damn!” you say. You shuffle your two cards behind your back, then hold them up for Tammy. She goes for the left-hand card - the Two of Hearts - leaving you with just the Queen of Clubs.

“Yay!” she says happily.

“Well done,” you say with a chuckle. “I can see I’m going to have to be more careful about reading your expressions.”

She giggles. “Thanks for the game, Uncle Lance.”

“Want to play another?” you suggest.

“Sure!” she says.

You play three more games together; she wins two of them and you win the other. Then Tammy says, “Okay, I should go take a shower.”

“Yeah, I guess it’s getting late,” you acknowledge. “Thank you for teaching me this game, Tammy - it’s fun.”

“You’re welcome!” says Tammy with a smile. She gets up, and leaves the room - without her nightwear, you cannot help noticing.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower, but it is a risky proposition. Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Uh...” she says, looking uncomfortable.

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy ... if you don’t mind...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

Continue.

About twenty minutes later, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Oh,” says Tammy in a nervous voice. “You couldn’t ... wait?”

“No,” you reply, “I need to go real bad.”

“Uh ... okay,” says Tammy, sounding very anxious at the thought of being wet and naked in the same room as her uncle. “Just ... please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a half-smile. Then she puts down her phone, picks up a small bundle of clothing next to her, and stands up. “I’m just going to take a shower,” she says.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily. She stares at you anxiously, and you chuckle. “I’m just kidding!” you assure her.

She hurriedly leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! To see her soap up that curvy young body of hers... But it is a risky idea; what if you got caught? Without risk, there is no adventure ... but on the other hand, you’ve got a good thing going here. Why mess it up?

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ve got my little light on.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now. You take off your shoes and socks, and walk around the end of the partition.

You hear Tammy gasp, and in the dim glow of her night light, you see her lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and covers her panties, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you climb down from the chest, cursing your folly.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You lightly place your palms on her panty-clad buttocks, and give them a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her bottom, she twitches, and you withdraw your hands anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing with her back to you, completely naked. The water from the shower head is hitting a wide area around her shoulders, and streaming down her back, bottom, and legs. Her bottom is gorgeous, her buttocks plump and round, and so, so deliciously squeezable!

But as she starts to turn around, you panic, and let go of the shower curtain. You got away with peeking at Tammy, but you know better than to push your luck too far. Creeping carefully across the tiled floor, you quietly open the door and slip out of the room. Heaving a sigh of relief, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing naked with her full round breasts and shaven pussy completely on display. For a fraction of a second, she stares at you in horror. Then she screams.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, before bolting from the room. As you cross the hall and enter Tammy’s bedroom, you see Nick coming from the living room.

From your refuge behind the partition, you hear raised voices in the bathroom. Then the door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“It was an accident!” you jabber, coming around the end of the partition. “I tripped, you see, and...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Slipping quietly out of the bathroom, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Well that was fun,” you say.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You put your arm around Tammy, gently grasping her far shoulder. She stiffens, clearly uncomfortable with this, but says nothing, so you leave your arm in place.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Well that was fun,” you say.

Tammy nods. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, getting to her feet. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You wake up to the sound of a car horn outside. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

Hearing her bed creak, you quietly get up, put on a clear pair of Y-fronts, and tiptoe over to the partition, then peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. Tammy passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a skirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her skirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning Uncle Lance!” she says cheerfully. “I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“I’ll see you there shortly,” you say. “I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, looking amused.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

Sandy asks politely, “Are you going to continue your job search today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm.

Sandy nods. “Well, good luck with that.”

“Thank you,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy announces indignantly. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure; you would love to see her out of those jeans.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“Well I can’t pay you rent,” you say. “Might as well earn my keep somehow.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “Getting a lot done, Lance, are you?” she asks pointedly.

“Taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her. “Job-hunting in this market can get a little depressing; I can only take so much before I need to unwind a bit.”

“Fair enough,” she says. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I think I’ll have a wander around town,” you reply.

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

Continue.

Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

Shaking your head, you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching her favourite soap, Troubled Waters, on her television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance!” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra.

“You want to watch this with me?” she asks you, patting the couch next to her.

“Sure!” you reply.

You settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece, gratified to see that she does not seem at all bothered by this.

As you watch the soap, you are acutely aware of her warm body sitting next to yours; your upper arm is pressed against hers. You feel a strong desire to put your arm around her again,

but you decide to refrain this time.

and you decide to go for it.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Well that was fun,” you say.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You put your arm around Tammy, gently grasping her far shoulder. She tenses up a little, but says nothing, so you leave your arm in place. After a few minutes, she seems to relax.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you remark.

Tammy nods. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, getting to her feet. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

She nods. “Yes please,” she says.

You sit down next to her, and lay your hand on the small of her back. “What are you struggling with?” you ask her.

Tammy tenses up a little as she feels your hand on her back, but then she shrugs. “It’s this math problem,” she says. “I just can’t seem to figure it out.”

You read through the problem, and say, “Okay, so you know the height of the lighthouse, and the angle it subtends. This is just basic trigonometry, isn’t it?”

Tammy rolls her eyes. “That’s the problem! I suck at trigonometry.”

“Awww, you can do it,” you assure her, gently rubbing her lower back. “I don’t know if things have changed since I was at school, but we used to have a neat little word that helped us remember which function to use. Do you know the term ‘SOHCAHTOA’?”

“I’ve heard of Krakatoa,” says Tammy dubiously.

“I’ll show you,” you say. Removing your hand from her back, you proceed to draw a right-angled triangle, labelling one of the angles and all three of the sides. Then you explain the meaning of the word SOHCAHTOA. “So Sin Theta is Opposite over Hypotenuse, Cos Theta is Adjacent over Hypotenuse, and Tan Theta is Opposite over Adjacent,” you conclude. “Just remember SOHCAHTOA, and you’ll never forget which is which.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, nodding. “So in the example ... the height of the lighthouse is ... opposite?”

“Right,” you say, replacing your hand on her lower back. “And the distance to the lighthouse...?”

“Um ... Adjacent?” says Tammy.

“Yes!” you say. “So if you know Theta and Opposite, and you need to find Adjacent, which function do you use?”

Tammy looks at the word SOHCAHTOA. “Tan?” she says.

“Correct!” you say. “Which means...”

“Tan Theta equals Opposite over Adjacent,” says Tammy slowly. “So Adjacent equals ... Opposite over Tan Theta?”

“Yes!” you confirm. “You can do that, right?”

“Yes,” says Tammy, nodding. “Thanks, Uncle Lance!”

You smile, and briefly pat her bottom through her skirt. “You’re welcome, Tammy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go and see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

She looks momentarily disconcerted by the inappropriate pat, but she nods. “Okay,” she says.

You smile, then you stand up and walk to the door. Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door. But it soon becomes apparent that they are talking about music, and you push the door open and enter.

“Hi Uncle Lance,” says Tammy.

“Don’t mind me!” you whisper, tiptoeing past her on your way to the partition.

“Sorry Emma - it’s just my uncle,” says Tammy.

You walk quickly around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy’s conversation returns to the banalities of teenage culture.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Sure!” says Tammy.

She fetches the cards, then she steps up on to her bed, and sits down, cross-legged. Your eyes widen as you watch the hem of her skirt, but she tucks it between her legs as she sits, giving you no chance to glimpse her panties.

“Old Maid again?” she asks.

“Yup, that sounds fine,” you reply.

You play a few games together; Tammy wins most of them. Then she says, “Okay, I should go take a shower.”

“Okay,” you say. “Thanks for playing with me.”

“You’re welcome!” says Tammy with a smile. She gets up, and leaves the room - without her nightwear, you cannot help noticing.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower, but it is a risky proposition. Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Uh...” she says, looking uncomfortable.

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy ... if you don’t mind...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

Continue.

About twenty minutes later, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

walk around the end of the partition.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Oh,” says Tammy, sounding nervous. “Um, okay. Just please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a smile. Then she puts down her phone, and stands up. “I’m just going to take a shower,” she says.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily.

She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be silly, Uncle Lance!” she says, and you chuckle.

She leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! But it is a risky idea.

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ve got my little light on.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now. You take off your shoes and socks, and walk around the end of the partition.

You hear Tammy gasp, and in the dim glow of her night light, you see her lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and covers her panties, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you climb down from the chest, cursing your folly.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Tammy gasps as you nonchalantly walk around the end of the partition. She is wearing nothing but a pink towel, which covers her from her upper chest down to mid-thigh.

“Don’t mind me,” you say cheerfully. “I’m just going to have my shower. I hope you left me some hot water!”

“Um, yes!” says Tammy, flustered, clutching her towel. “Of course.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, but as you reach for the edge of the sheet, she stirs, and you freeze. It is too soon; she is not yet deeply asleep. Motionless, you wait ... and wait. Minutes pass, and gradually you hear Tammy’s breathing become slower, more measured. When you judge that the time is right, you cautiously pull the sheet back, uncovering her.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her side with her legs tucked up. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

grope her left breast.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You lightly place your palms on her panty-clad buttocks, and give them a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her bottom, she twitches, and you withdraw your hands anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing with her back to you, completely naked. The water from the shower head is hitting a wide area around her shoulders, and streaming down her back, bottom, and legs. Her bottom is gorgeous, her buttocks plump and round, and so, so deliciously squeezable!

But as she starts to turn around, you panic, and let go of the shower curtain. You got away with peeking at Tammy, but you know better than to push your luck too far. Creeping carefully across the tiled floor, you quietly open the door and slip out of the room. Heaving a sigh of relief, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing naked with her full round breasts and shaven pussy completely on display. For a fraction of a second, she stares at you in horror. Then she screams.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, before bolting from the room. As you cross the hall and enter Tammy’s bedroom, you see Nick coming from the living room.

From your refuge behind the partition, you hear raised voices in the bathroom. Then the door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“It was an accident!” you jabber, coming around the end of the partition. “I tripped, you see, and...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Slipping quietly out of the bathroom, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You reach your hand beneath her arm, and gently take hold of the soft orb of flesh that is Tammy’s left breast. It feels deliciously firm, yet soft and yielding, as you squeeze it through the thin material of her top. But then she twitches, and you hastily withdraw your hand.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You wake up to the sound of a car horn outside. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

Hearing her bed creak, you quietly get up, put on a clear pair of Y-fronts, and tiptoe over to the partition, then peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. Tammy passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a skirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her skirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning Uncle Lance!” she says cheerfully. “I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“I’ll see you there shortly,” you say. “I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, looking amused.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

Sandy asks politely, “Are you going to continue your job search today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm.

Sandy nods. “Well, good luck with that.”

“Thank you,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy announces indignantly. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure; you would love to see her out of those jeans.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“Well I can’t pay you rent,” you say. “Might as well earn my keep somehow.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “Getting a lot done, Lance, are you?” she asks pointedly.

“Taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her. “Job-hunting in this market can get a little depressing; I can only take so much before I need to unwind a bit.”

“Fair enough,” she says. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I think I’ll have a wander around town,” you reply.

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

Continue.

Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

Shaking your head, you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching her favourite soap, Troubled Waters, on her television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance!” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra.

“You want to watch this with me?” she asks you, patting the couch next to her.

“Sure!” you reply.

You settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece, gratified to see that she does not seem at all bothered by this.

As you watch the soap, you are acutely aware of her warm body sitting next to yours; your upper arm is pressed against hers. You feel a strong desire to put your arm around her again,

but you decide to refrain this time.

and you decide to go for it.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you say.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You put your arm around Tammy, gently grasping her far shoulder. She tenses up a little, but says nothing, so you leave your arm in place. After a few minutes, she seems to relax.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you remark.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, getting to her feet. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

She nods. “Yes please,” she says.

You sit down next to her, and lay your hand on the small of her back. “What do you need help with?” you ask her.

Tammy seems a little uncomfortable with the placement of your hand, but she does not object, and for the next few minutes, you help her to figure out her homework. This time, in actuality, your contribution is minimal, but in your role as a sounding board, you apparently help her to get her thoughts straight.

When her homework is complete, Tammy smiles. “Thanks for your help, Uncle Lance!” She no longer seems bothered by your hand on her back.

You smile, and briefly pat her bottom through her skirt. “You’re welcome, Tammy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go and see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

She looks momentarily disconcerted by the inappropriate pat, but she nods. “Okay,” she says.

You smile, then you stand up and walk to the door. Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door. But it soon becomes apparent that they are talking about music, and you push the door open and enter.

“Hi Uncle Lance,” says Tammy.

“Don’t mind me!” you whisper, tiptoeing past her on your way to the partition.

“Sorry Emma - it’s just my uncle,” says Tammy.

You walk quickly around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy’s conversation returns to the banalities of teenage culture.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Sure!” says Tammy.

She fetches the cards, then she steps up on to her bed, and sits down, cross-legged. Your eyes widen as you watch the hem of her skirt, but she tucks it between her legs as she sits, giving you no chance to glimpse her panties.

“Old Maid again?” she asks.

“Yup, that sounds fine,” you reply.

You play a few games together; Tammy wins most of them. Then she says, “Okay, I should go take a shower.”

“Okay,” you say. “Thanks for playing with me.”

“You’re welcome!” says Tammy with a smile. She gets up, and leaves the room - without her nightwear, you cannot help noticing.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower, but it is a risky proposition. Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Uh...” she says, looking uncomfortable.

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy ... if you don’t mind...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

Continue.

About twenty minutes later, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

walk around the end of the partition.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Oh,” says Tammy, sounding nervous. “Um, okay. Just please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a half-hearted smile; it occurs to you that she seems a little glum.

“Something bothering you, Tammy?” you inquire.

Tammy hesitates for a moment. Then she sighs. “Julian suggested we kiss ... properly. With tongues, you know? And ... I wanted to ... but I was afraid. I just want it to be perfect - and I’m worried that if it isn’t, he’ll want to be with a girl who’s better at kissing...”

You smile, as your cock begins to harden in your underwear. “That’s a valid concern,” you agree. “You should definitely get some practice in, before you take that plunge with Julian.”

“Practice?” says Tammy uncertainly. “How?”

“Find someone to practise on,” you say with a shrug. “Not one of your school friends - that would be a terrible idea. They might like it too much, they might want to keep doing it, they might fall for you themselves, they might brag about it to their friends, word of it might get back to Julian...”

Tammy shudders. “That would be awful!” she says. “But ... I don’t know anyone else! Unless you mean ... another girl...?”

This is an intriguing notion, but it does not really serve your purpose at the moment. “Not a bad idea,” you concede, “but still, it’s fraught with potential dangers. What if she likes it too much. What if YOU like it too much? Would it introduce weirdness into a previously wonderful friendship? Would word get out that you are a lesbian now?”

“Ugh!” Tammy says, putting her head in her hands. “Then I don’t know who else I can turn to!”

“Hmmm...” you say slowly, as if contemplating the problem. “Well ... it’s a little unorthodox ... but perhaps you should try it with me?”

Tammy’s eyes widen in disbelief. “You? But ... you’re my uncle!”

“Yes,” you acknowledge. “And that’s why I’d be a good choice. I’ve had plenty of kissing experience, but I’m not going to judge you, I’m not going to mock you if you do it wrong, I’m not going to tell anyone - who would I tell? My only interest is in helping you, giving you feedback and pointers, and preparing you for your big First Kiss with Julian. Who else could you say all that about?”

“Nobody,” Tammy admits, though she still looks uncomfortable. “I don’t know - it would just feel weird...”

“It probably will,” you concede, “at least at first. Just remember that it’s in a good cause - it’s going to help your relationship with Julian, after all. That’s worth a little bit of weirdness, isn’t it?”

“I ... I guess so,” says Tammy. She bites her lip, and her cheeks start turning pink. “So, um, what should I do...?”

“Well, start by standing up,” you tell her, “and just follow my lead.”

Tammy nervously gets to her feet, and turns to face you. Grinning, you put your arms around her waist and pull her body against yours, so abruptly that she gasps. “Now put your arms around my neck,” you instruct her, “and we’ll kiss. As the kiss begins, open your mouth a little.”

Reluctantly, Tammy raises her arms, and puts them around your neck. You bend down and press your lips against hers, then you slip your tongue between her lips, encouraging her to open her mouth. She does so, but hesitantly, and only a little. You thrust your tongue into her mouth, forcing her jaws to open up more, and you rejoice internally as you coat her tongue with your saliva, swirling it round and round, drooling so much into her mouth that she is forced to swallow. Meanwhile, you lower your hands to her bottom, and start caressing and squeezing her buttocks through her skirt.

Tammy hesitantly swirls her own tongue around, but she seems quite stiff and awkward. When you let go, after about thirty seconds, and pull away from her, her face is bright red.

“Not bad, for a beginner,” you tell her. “A little clumsy and awkward, but that’s to be expected. Don’t worry - we’ll have you kissing like a pro in no time.”

“Um, okay,” says Tammy, clearly very flustered. “Um ... why did you grab my butt though...?”

“Oh!” you say, feigning surprise. “Well you’ll have to get used to that. Julian’s hands will be all over you when the two of you kiss. Guaranteed, he’ll be grabbing your boobs or your butt - possibly both. It’s just part of the experience of making out.”

Tammy nods. “Oh ... okay,” she says. “Well ... thanks, Uncle Lance.”

“You’re welcome!” you say, smiling. “Happy to help.”

“Okay, well, I’m just going to take a shower,” she says.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily.

She rolls her eyes, smiling. “Don’t be silly, Uncle Lance!” she admonishes you, and you chuckle.

She leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! But it is a risky idea.

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ve got my little light on.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now. You take off your shoes and socks, and walk around the end of the partition.

You hear Tammy gasp, and in the dim glow of her night light, you see her lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and covers her panties, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you climb down from the chest, cursing your folly.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Tammy gasps as you nonchalantly walk around the end of the partition. She is wearing nothing but a pink towel, which covers her from her upper chest down to mid-thigh.

“Don’t mind me,” you say cheerfully. “I’m just going to have my shower. I hope you left me some hot water!”

“Um, yes!” says Tammy, flustered, clutching her towel. “Of course.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, but as you reach for the edge of the sheet, she stirs, and you freeze. It is too soon; she is not yet deeply asleep. Motionless, you wait ... and wait. Minutes pass, and gradually you hear Tammy’s breathing become slower, more measured. When you judge that the time is right, you cautiously pull the sheet back, uncovering her.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her side with her legs tucked up. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

grope her left breast.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You lightly place your palms on her panty-clad buttocks, and give them a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her bottom, she twitches, and you withdraw your hands anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing with her back to you, completely naked. The water from the shower head is hitting a wide area around her shoulders, and streaming down her back, bottom, and legs. Her bottom is gorgeous, her buttocks plump and round, and so, so deliciously squeezable!

But as she starts to turn around, you panic, and let go of the shower curtain. You got away with peeking at Tammy, but you know better than to push your luck too far. Creeping carefully across the tiled floor, you quietly open the door and slip out of the room. Heaving a sigh of relief, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing naked with her full round breasts and shaven pussy completely on display. For a fraction of a second, she stares at you in horror. Then she screams.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, before bolting from the room. As you cross the hall and enter Tammy’s bedroom, you see Nick coming from the living room.

From your refuge behind the partition, you hear raised voices in the bathroom. Then the door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“It was an accident!” you jabber, coming around the end of the partition. “I tripped, you see, and...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Slipping quietly out of the bathroom, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You reach your hand beneath her arm, and gently take hold of the soft orb of flesh that is Tammy’s left breast. It feels deliciously firm, yet soft and yielding, as you squeeze it through the thin material of her top. But then she twitches, and you hastily withdraw your hand.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You wake up to the sound of a car horn outside. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

Hearing her bed creak, you quietly get up, put on a clear pair of Y-fronts, and tiptoe over to the partition, then peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. Tammy passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a skirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her skirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning Uncle Lance!” she says cheerfully. “I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“I’ll see you there shortly,” you say. “I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, looking amused.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

Sandy asks politely, “Are you going to continue your job search today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm.

Sandy nods. “Well, good luck with that.”

“Thank you,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy announces indignantly. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure; you would love to see her out of those jeans.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“Well I can’t pay you rent,” you say. “Might as well earn my keep somehow.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “Getting a lot done, Lance, are you?” she asks pointedly.

“Taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her. “Job-hunting in this market can get a little depressing; I can only take so much before I need to unwind a bit.”

“Fair enough,” she says. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I think I’ll have a wander around town,” you reply.

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

Continue.

Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

Shaking your head, you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching her favourite soap, Troubled Waters, on her television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance!” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra.

“You want to watch this with me?” she asks you, patting the couch next to her.

“Sure!” you reply.

You settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece, gratified to see that she does not seem at all bothered by this.

As you watch the soap, you are acutely aware of her warm body sitting next to yours; your upper arm is pressed against hers. You put your arm around her, gently grasping her far shoulder. She does not seem bothered by this, so you leave your arm in place. After a few minutes, she leans her head against your shoulder. Wondering if the time has come to try something more intimate, you decide to...

play it safe and stay like this.

put your arm around her waist.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you say.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You slide your arm down her back, and curl your hand around the far side of her waist. She tenses up a little, but after a while, she relaxes.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you remark.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, getting to her feet. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

She nods. “Yes please,” she says.

You sit down next to her, and lay your hand on the small of her back. “What do you need help with?” you ask her.

Tammy seems a little uncomfortable with the placement of your hand, but she does not object, and for the next few minutes, you help her to figure out her homework. This time, in actuality, your contribution is minimal, but in your role as a sounding board, you apparently help her to get her thoughts straight.

When her homework is complete, Tammy smiles. “Thanks for your help, Uncle Lance!” She no longer seems bothered by your hand on her back.

You smile, and briefly pat her bottom through her skirt. “You’re welcome, Tammy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go and see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

She looks momentarily disconcerted by the inappropriate pat, but she nods. “Okay,” she says.

You smile, then you stand up and walk to the door. Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door. But it soon becomes apparent that they are talking about music, and you push the door open and enter.

“Hi Uncle Lance,” says Tammy.

“Don’t mind me!” you whisper, tiptoeing past her on your way to the partition.

“Sorry Emma - it’s just my uncle,” says Tammy.

You walk quickly around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy’s conversation returns to the banalities of teenage culture.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Sure!” says Tammy.

She fetches the cards, then she steps up on to her bed, and sits down, cross-legged. Your eyes widen as you watch the hem of her skirt, but she tucks it between her legs as she sits, giving you no chance to glimpse her panties.

“Old Maid again?” she asks.

“Yup, that sounds fine,” you reply.

You play a few games together; Tammy wins most of them. Then she says, “Okay, I should go take a shower.”

“Okay,” you say. “Thanks for playing with me.”

“You’re welcome!” says Tammy with a smile. She gets up, and leaves the room - without her nightwear, you cannot help noticing.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower, but it is a risky proposition. Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Uh...” she says, looking uncomfortable.

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy ... if you don’t mind...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

Continue.

About twenty minutes later, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

walk around the end of the partition.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Oh,” says Tammy, sounding nervous. “Um, okay. Just please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a smile. Then she puts down her phone, and stands up. “I’m just going to take a shower,” she says.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily.

She giggles. “Don’t be silly, Uncle Lance!” she admonishes you, and you chuckle.

She leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! But it is a risky idea.

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ve got my little light on.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now. You take off your shoes and socks, and walk around the end of the partition.

You hear Tammy gasp, and in the dim glow of her night light, you see her lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing nothing but a towel. As you watch in mounting excitement, she untucks the towel and opens it up, exposing her delicious large breasts and a beautifully smooth, shaven pussy. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and pulls her towel closed, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you climb down from the chest, cursing your folly.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Tammy gasps as you nonchalantly walk around the end of the partition. She is wearing nothing but a pink towel, which covers her from her upper chest down to mid-thigh.

“Don’t mind me,” you say cheerfully. “I’m just going to have my shower. I hope you left me some hot water!”

“Um, yes!” says Tammy, flustered, clutching her towel. “Of course.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, but as you reach for the edge of the sheet, she stirs, and you freeze. It is too soon; she is not yet deeply asleep. Motionless, you wait ... and wait. Minutes pass, and gradually you hear Tammy’s breathing become slower, more measured. When you judge that the time is right, you cautiously pull the sheet back, uncovering her.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her side with her legs tucked up. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

grope her left breast.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You lightly place your palms on her panty-clad buttocks, and give them a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her bottom, she twitches, and you withdraw your hands anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing with her back to you, completely naked. The water from the shower head is hitting a wide area around her shoulders, and streaming down her back, bottom, and legs. Her bottom is gorgeous, her buttocks plump and round, and so, so deliciously squeezable!

But as she starts to turn around, you panic, and let go of the shower curtain. You got away with peeking at Tammy, but you know better than to push your luck too far. Creeping carefully across the tiled floor, you quietly open the door and slip out of the room. Heaving a sigh of relief, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing naked with her full round breasts and shaven pussy completely on display. For a fraction of a second, she stares at you in horror. Then she screams.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, before bolting from the room. As you cross the hall and enter Tammy’s bedroom, you see Nick coming from the living room.

From your refuge behind the partition, you hear raised voices in the bathroom. Then the door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“It was an accident!” you jabber, coming around the end of the partition. “I tripped, you see, and...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Slipping quietly out of the bathroom, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You reach your hand beneath her arm, and gently take hold of the soft orb of flesh that is Tammy’s left breast. It feels deliciously firm, yet soft and yielding, as you squeeze it through the thin material of her top. But then she twitches, and you hastily withdraw your hand.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You wake up to the sound of a car horn outside. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

Hearing her bed creak, you quietly get up, put on a clear pair of Y-fronts, and tiptoe over to the partition, then peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. Tammy passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a skirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her skirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning Uncle Lance!” she says cheerfully. “I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“I’ll see you there shortly,” you say. “I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, looking amused.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

Sandy asks politely, “Are you going to continue your job search today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm.

Sandy nods. “Well, good luck with that.”

“Thank you,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy announces indignantly. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure; you would love to see her out of those jeans.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“Well I can’t pay you rent,” you say. “Might as well earn my keep somehow.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “Getting a lot done, Lance, are you?” she asks pointedly.

“Taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her. “Job-hunting in this market can get a little depressing; I can only take so much before I need to unwind a bit.”

“Fair enough,” she says. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I think I’ll have a wander around town,” you reply.

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

Continue.

Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

Shaking your head, you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching her favourite soap, Troubled Waters, on her television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance!” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra.

“You want to watch this with me?” she asks you, patting the couch next to her.

“Sure!” you reply.

You settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece, gratified to see that she does not seem at all bothered by this.

As you watch the soap, you are acutely aware of her warm body sitting next to yours; your upper arm is pressed against hers. You put your arm around her, gently grasping her far shoulder. She does not seem bothered by this, so you leave your arm in place. After a few minutes, she leans her head against your shoulder. Wondering if you should try putting your arm around her waist again, you decide to...

play it safe and stay like this.

go for it.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you say.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You slide your arm down her back, and curl your hand around the far side of her waist. She tenses up a little, but after a while, she relaxes.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you remark.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, getting to her feet. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

She nods. “Yes please,” she says.

You sit down next to her, and lay your hand on the small of her back. “What do you need help with?” you ask her.

Tammy seems a little uncomfortable with the placement of your hand, but she does not object, and for the next few minutes, you help her to figure out her homework. This time, in actuality, your contribution is minimal, but in your role as a sounding board, you apparently help her to get her thoughts straight.

When her homework is complete, Tammy smiles. “Thanks for your help, Uncle Lance!” She no longer seems bothered by your hand on her back.

You smile, and briefly pat her bottom through her skirt. “You’re welcome, Tammy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go and see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

She looks momentarily disconcerted by the inappropriate pat, but she nods. “Okay,” she says.

You smile, then you stand up and walk to the door. Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door. But it soon becomes apparent that they are talking about music, and you push the door open and enter.

“Hi Uncle Lance,” says Tammy.

“Don’t mind me!” you whisper, tiptoeing past her on your way to the partition.

“Sorry Emma - it’s just my uncle,” says Tammy.

You walk quickly around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy’s conversation returns to the banalities of teenage culture.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Sure!” says Tammy.

She fetches the cards, then she steps up on to her bed, and sits down, cross-legged. Your eyes widen as you watch the hem of her skirt, but she tucks it between her legs as she sits, giving you no chance to glimpse her panties.

“Old Maid again?” she asks.

“Yup, that sounds fine,” you reply.

You play a few games together; Tammy wins most of them. Then she says, “Okay, I should go take a shower.”

“Okay,” you say. “Thanks for playing with me.”

“You’re welcome!” says Tammy with a smile. She gets up, and leaves the room - without her nightwear, you cannot help noticing.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower, but it is a risky proposition. Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Uh...” she says, looking uncomfortable.

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy ... if you don’t mind...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

Continue.

About twenty minutes later, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

walk around the end of the partition.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Oh,” says Tammy, sounding nervous. “Um, okay. Just please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a smile. Then she puts down her phone, and stands up. “I’m just going to take a shower,” she says.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily.

She giggles. “Don’t be silly, Uncle Lance!” she admonishes you, and you chuckle.

She leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! But it is a risky idea.

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ve got my little light on.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now. You take off your shoes and socks, and walk around the end of the partition.

You hear Tammy gasp, and in the dim glow of her night light, you see her lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing nothing but a towel. As you watch in mounting excitement, she untucks the towel and opens it up, exposing her delicious large breasts and a beautifully smooth, shaven pussy. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and pulls her towel closed, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you hurriedly put on a clean pair of underwear, followed by a t-shirt.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

Click here to return to the start of the current day.

Tammy gasps as you nonchalantly walk around the end of the partition. She is wearing nothing but a pink towel, which covers her from her upper chest down to mid-thigh.

“Don’t mind me,” you say cheerfully. “I’m just going to have my shower. I hope you left me some hot water!”

“Um, yes!” says Tammy, flustered, clutching her towel. “Of course.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, but as you reach for the edge of the sheet, she stirs, and you freeze. It is too soon; she is not yet deeply asleep. Motionless, you wait ... and wait. Minutes pass, and gradually you hear Tammy’s breathing become slower, more measured. When you judge that the time is right, you cautiously pull the sheet back, uncovering her.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her side with her legs tucked up. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

grope her left breast.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You lightly place your palms on her panty-clad buttocks, and give them a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her bottom, she twitches, and you withdraw your hands anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing with her back to you, completely naked. The water from the shower head is hitting a wide area around her shoulders, and streaming down her back, bottom, and legs. Her bottom is gorgeous, her buttocks plump and round, and so, so deliciously squeezable!

But as she starts to turn around, you panic, and let go of the shower curtain. You got away with peeking at Tammy, but you know better than to push your luck too far. Creeping carefully across the tiled floor, you quietly open the door and slip out of the room. Heaving a sigh of relief, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing naked with her full round breasts and shaven pussy completely on display. For a fraction of a second, she stares at you in horror. Then she screams.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, before bolting from the room. As you cross the hall and enter Tammy’s bedroom, you see Nick coming from the living room.

From your refuge behind the partition, you hear raised voices in the bathroom. Then the door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“It was an accident!” you jabber, coming around the end of the partition. “I tripped, you see, and...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

Click here to return to the start of the current day.

Slipping quietly out of the bathroom, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You reach your hand beneath her arm, and gently take hold of the soft orb of flesh that is Tammy’s left breast. It feels deliciously firm, yet soft and yielding, as you squeeze it through the thin material of her top. But then she twitches, and you hastily withdraw your hand.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

The minutes pass slowly, and you decide you might as well get undressed. Tammy seems pretty comfortable around you these days; you are sure she can handle seeing you in your underwear. You strip down to your Y-fronts, and lie down. Thinking about her makes you horny, and you begin to massage your crotch.

After about twenty minutes, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

walk around the end of the partition.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ve got my little light on.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now, and you walk around the end of the partition.

You hear Tammy gasp, and in the dim glow of her night light, you see her lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you walk around to your side of the partition, and drop your towel on the floor. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing nothing but a towel. As you watch in mounting excitement, she untucks the towel and opens it up, exposing her delicious large breasts and a beautifully smooth, shaven pussy. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and pulls her towel closed, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you hurriedly climb down from the chest and put on a t-shirt.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

Click here to return to the start of the current day.

Tammy gasps as you nonchalantly walk around the end of the partition. She is wearing nothing but a pink towel, which covers her from her upper chest down to mid-thigh.

“Don’t mind me,” you say cheerfully. “I’m just going to have my shower. I hope you left me some hot water!”

“Um, yes!” says Tammy, flustered, clutching her towel and staring at your flabby belly, and the bulge in your Y-fronts. “Of course.”

“Something wrong?” you inquire. Then you look down at your belly. “Oh. I know what it is: it’s my body. You’re disgusted by how it looks. I don’t blame you; I’m afraid I haven’t taken very good care of it over the years...”

“No, no!” says Tammy hastily. “I’m sorry for staring - I just ... I haven’t seen you so ... naked ... before.”

You nod. “I apologise. I should have been more mindful of the fact that this is your room and not mine. I’ll go and put something on - I didn’t mean to offend you with my repulsive physique.”

“Don’t be silly!” says Tammy. “It’s your bedroom too, Uncle Lance - for the time being. And you’re not at all repulsive.”

“Thank you for saying so,” you say with a smile. “You’re very kind. In that case, I’ll go take my shower.”

“Okay,” says Tammy. “Goodnight!”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you reply.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you walk around to your side of the partition, and drop your towel on the floor. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, but as you reach for the edge of the sheet, she stirs, and you freeze. It is too soon; she is not yet deeply asleep. Motionless, you wait ... and wait. Minutes pass, and gradually you hear Tammy’s breathing become slower, more measured. When you judge that the time is right, you cautiously pull the sheet back, uncovering her.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her side with her legs tucked up. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

grope her left breast.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You awaken to the sounds of traffic outside. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

Hearing her bed creak, you quietly get up, put on a clear pair of Y-fronts, and tiptoe over to the partition, then peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. Tammy passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

get dressed.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a skirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her skirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning Uncle Lance!” she says cheerfully. “I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“I’ll see you there shortly,” you say. “I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, looking amused.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

Sandy asks politely, “Are you going to continue your job search today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm.

Sandy nods. “Well, good luck with that.”

“Thank you,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy announces indignantly. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

Click here to return to the start of the current day.

You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure; you would love to see her out of those jeans.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“Well I can’t pay you rent,” you say. “Might as well earn my keep somehow.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “Getting a lot done, Lance, are you?” she asks pointedly.

“Taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her. “Job-hunting in this market can get a little depressing; I can only take so much before I need to unwind a bit.”

“Fair enough,” she says. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I think I’ll have a wander around town,” you reply.

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

Continue.

Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

Shaking your head, you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching her favourite soap, Troubled Waters, on her television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance!” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra.

“You want to watch this with me?” she asks you, patting the couch next to her.

“Sure!” you reply.

You settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece, gratified to see that she does not seem at all bothered by this.

As you watch the soap, you are acutely aware of her warm body sitting next to yours; your upper arm is pressed against hers. You put your arm around her, gently grasping her far shoulder. She does not seem bothered by this, so you leave your arm in place. After a few minutes, she leans her head against your shoulder. Wondering if you should try putting your arm around her waist again, you decide to...

play it safe and stay like this.

go for it.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you say.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You slide your arm down her back, and curl your hand around the far side of her waist. She tenses up a little, but after a while, she relaxes.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you remark.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, getting to her feet. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

She nods. “Yes please,” she says.

You sit down next to her, and lay your hand on the small of her back. “What do you need help with?” you ask her.

Tammy seems a little uncomfortable with the placement of your hand, but she does not object, and for the next few minutes, you help her to figure out her homework. This time, in actuality, your contribution is minimal, but in your role as a sounding board, you apparently help her to get her thoughts straight.

When her homework is complete, Tammy smiles. “Thanks for your help, Uncle Lance!” She no longer seems bothered by your hand on her back.

You smile, and briefly pat her bottom through her skirt. “You’re welcome, Tammy. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go and see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

She looks momentarily disconcerted by the inappropriate pat, but she nods. “Okay,” she says.

You smile, then you stand up and walk to the door. Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door. But it soon becomes apparent that they are talking about music, and you push the door open and enter.

“Hi Uncle Lance,” says Tammy.

“Don’t mind me!” you whisper, tiptoeing past her on your way to the partition.

“Sorry Emma - it’s just my uncle,” says Tammy.

You walk quickly around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy’s conversation returns to the banalities of teenage culture.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Sure!” says Tammy.

She fetches the cards, then she steps up on to her bed, and sits down, cross-legged. Your eyes widen as you watch the hem of her skirt, but she tucks it between her legs as she sits, giving you no chance to glimpse her panties.

“Old Maid again?” she asks.

“Yup, that sounds fine,” you reply.

You play a few games together; Tammy wins most of them. Then she says, “Okay, I should go take a shower.”

“Okay,” you say. “Thanks for playing with me.”

“You’re welcome!” says Tammy with a smile. She gets up, and leaves the room - without her nightwear, you cannot help noticing.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower, but it is a risky proposition. Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Uh...” she says, looking uncomfortable.

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy ... if you don’t mind...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

Continue.

The minutes pass slowly, and you decide you might as well get undressed. You strip down to your Y-fronts, and lie down. Thinking about Tammy makes you horny, and you begin to massage your crotch.

After about twenty minutes, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

walk around the end of the partition.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Oh,” says Tammy, sounding nervous. “Um, okay. Just please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a smile. Then she puts down her phone, and stands up. “I’m just going to take a shower,” she says.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily.

She giggles. “Don’t be silly, Uncle Lance!” she admonishes you, and you chuckle.

She leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! But it is a risky idea.

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ve got my little light on.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now, and you walk around the end of the partition.

You hear Tammy gasp, and in the dim glow of her night light, you see her lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you walk around to your side of the partition, and drop your towel on the floor. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing nothing but a towel. As you watch in mounting excitement, she untucks the towel and opens it up, exposing her delicious large breasts and a beautifully smooth, shaven pussy. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and pulls her towel closed, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you hurriedly climb down from the chest and put on a t-shirt.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Tammy gasps as you nonchalantly walk around the end of the partition. She is wearing nothing but a pink towel, which covers her from her upper chest down to mid-thigh.

“Don’t mind me,” you say cheerfully. “I’m just going to have my shower. I hope you left me some hot water!”

“Um, yes!” says Tammy, flustered, clutching her towel as she glances at your flabby belly and the bulge in your Y-fronts. “Of course.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you walk around to your side of the partition, and drop your towel on the floor. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, but as you reach for the edge of the sheet, she stirs, and you freeze. It is too soon; she is not yet deeply asleep. Motionless, you wait ... and wait. Minutes pass, and gradually you hear Tammy’s breathing become slower, more measured. When you judge that the time is right, you cautiously pull the sheet back, uncovering her.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her side with her legs tucked up. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

grope her left breast.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You lightly place your palms on her panty-clad buttocks, and give them a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her bottom, she twitches, and you withdraw your hands anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing with her back to you, completely naked. The water from the shower head is hitting a wide area around her shoulders, and streaming down her back, bottom, and legs. Her bottom is gorgeous, her buttocks plump and round, and so, so deliciously squeezable!

But as she starts to turn around, you panic, and let go of the shower curtain. You got away with peeking at Tammy, but you know better than to push your luck too far. Creeping carefully across the tiled floor, you quietly open the door and slip out of the room. Heaving a sigh of relief, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing naked with her full round breasts and shaven pussy completely on display. For a fraction of a second, she stares at you in horror. Then she screams.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, before bolting from the room. As you cross the hall and enter Tammy’s bedroom, you see Nick coming from the living room.

From your refuge behind the partition, you hear raised voices in the bathroom. Then the door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“It was an accident!” you jabber, coming around the end of the partition. “I tripped, you see, and...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Slipping quietly out of the bathroom, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You reach your hand beneath her arm, and gently take hold of the soft orb of flesh that is Tammy’s left breast. It feels deliciously firm, yet soft and yielding, as you squeeze it through the thin material of her top. But then she twitches, and you hastily withdraw your hand.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You get dressed, then walk around the end of the partition. Tammy immediately freezes in shock, staring at you with wide eyes. She is wearing a t-shirt, though which you can see the faint outline of a bra, and a pair of white panties. In her hand she is carrying a skirt, with which she hastily covers her panties.

“Good morning Tammy!” you say, smiling.

“Good morning Uncle Lance!” she gasps. “I ... I haven’t finished dressing!”

You chuckle. “Oh, there’s no need to be shy, Tammy,” you say. “We’re sharing a bedroom; it’s inevitable we’ll see each other’s underwear from time to time. You’ve seen mine already. And unlike me, you don’t have to be embarrassed about your body. Yours is beautiful.”

Tammy blushes. “Thank you,” she says. “I guess you’re right - I’m still embarrassed though!”

“You’ve no need to be,” you assure her. “I mean, just look at those gorgeous legs!”

Tammy ducks her head a little, giggling nervously. “Thank you,” she says, “but I don’t think they’re that great. Dad says I’ve inherited Mom’s chunky thighs.”

Now this is an interesting, and potentially useful, piece of information! “What a mean thing to say!” you exclaim. “About you, and about your mom! And it’s not remotely ... I mean ... let me see them again. Can you move the skirt out of the way, please?”

Tammy hesitates. Then, her cheeks reddening even further, she lifts her skirt away from her panties. You stare happily at the white material as it snugly clings to the soft curve of her pussy.

“Your dad’s crazy,” you tell Tammy firmly. “Your thighs are absolutely stunning! The graceful curves, the beautiful skin, that lovely tapering down towards the knee - it’s perfection!”

Tammy‘s eyes widen a little, and she looks down at her legs. “You really think so, Uncle Lance?” she inquires in surprise.

“Absolutely!” you say. “Don’t listen to your dad, seriously. Man - I bet Julian just loves your legs! Doesn’t he tell you so?”

“Um ... he doesn’t really talk about my legs,” she admits. “But then, he hasn’t actually seen this much of them.”

“Probably just as well,” you say with a chuckle, “or he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off you! Teenage hormones being what they are.”

Tammy laughs, though she looks a little intrigued. “I’ve always been afraid to show any more leg than I do,” she says hesitantly, “because of my thighs...”

You frown. “That sucks,” you say. “I hate that your dad’s given you a complex about your legs ... completely unnecessarily! Yes, you should definitely show off those legs, Tammy. Do you have any shorter skirts...?”

“Um, a couple of old ones,” says Tammy, her cheeks almost crimson. “But I really think I should get to breakfast...” She hurriedly puts her skirt on.

“Of course,” you say, nodding. “Well, I’ll see you there shortly. I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, looking amused.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

Sandy asks politely, “Are you going to continue your job search today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm.

Sandy nods. “Well, good luck with that.”

“Thank you,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You awaken to the sounds of traffic outside. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

Hearing her bed creak, you quietly get up, put on a clear pair of Y-fronts, and tiptoe over to the partition, then peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. Tammy passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

get dressed.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a skirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her skirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning Uncle Lance!” she says cheerfully. “I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“I’ll see you there shortly,” you say. “I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, looking amused.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

Sandy asks politely, “Are you going to continue your job search today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm.

Sandy nods. “Well, good luck with that.”

“Thank you,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy announces indignantly. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure; you would love to see her out of those jeans.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“Well I can’t pay you rent,” you say. “Might as well earn my keep somehow.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “Getting a lot done, Lance, are you?” she asks pointedly.

“Taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her. “Job-hunting in this market can get a little depressing; I can only take so much before I need to unwind a bit.”

“Fair enough,” she says. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I think I’ll have a wander around town,” you reply.

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

Continue.

Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

Shaking your head, you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching her favourite soap, Troubled Waters, on her television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance!” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra.

“You want to watch this with me?” she asks you, patting the couch next to her.

“Sure!” you reply.

You settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece, gratified to see that she does not seem at all bothered by this.

As you watch the soap, you are acutely aware of her warm body sitting next to yours; your upper arm is pressed against hers. You put your arm around her, gently grasping her far shoulder. She does not seem bothered by this, so you leave your arm in place. After a few minutes, she leans her head against your shoulder. Wondering if you should try putting your arm around her waist again, you decide to...

play it safe and stay like this.

go for it.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you say.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You slide your arm down her back, and curl your hand around the far side of her waist. She tenses up a little, but after a while, she relaxes.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you remark.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, getting to her feet. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

She nods. “Yes please,” she says.

You sit down next to her, and lay your hand on the small of her back. “What do you need help with?” you ask her.

Tammy seems unconcerned with the placement of your hand as you help her to figure out her homework. This time, in actuality, your contribution is minimal, but in your role as a sounding board, you apparently help her to get her thoughts straight.

When her homework is complete, Tammy smiles. “Thanks for your help, Uncle Lance!”

You smile, and give her skirt-covered bottom a couple of affectionate pats. “You’re welcome, Tammy.” Then you pause, with your hand lightly resting on her right buttock. “How are things going with Julian?”

“Oh, fine,” says Tammy, seeming a little uncomfortable about the placement of your hand. “We still haven’t kissed properly. I did ask him if he would like to see me in shorter skirts...”

“Oh?” you say, intrigued. “And what did he say?”

Tammy chuckles. “He said ‘Totally!’”

You grin. “Then how about it? Do you have something you could try on, so that I can give you my expert opinion?”

Tammy bites her lip. “Um ... I guess so... I mean, I only have a couple of shorter skirts that still fit me...”

You lift your hand off her bottom. “Then let’s see them!”

“Um ... okay...” Tammy gets up from her bed, and she walks over to her closet. She pulls out a couple of miniskirts, then she turns to face you. “Uh ... could you, maybe ... give me some privacy...?”

You laugh good-naturedly. “Oh Tammy, don’t be silly. I’ve seen you in your panties already; it’s not like you’ll be naked.”

She blushes. “I guess not,” she says. “Sorry.” With slightly trembling hands, she unfastens her skirt, and pulls it down. Then she steps out of it, and takes one of her miniskirts off its hanger, while you eagerly and lustfully ogle the front of her white panties, enjoying the way the smooth material gently curves and disappears between her thighs.

Tammy hurriedly steps into the first miniskirt and pulls it up her legs. It is somewhat stretchy, but even so, seems to fit very tightly. It is light purple, with blue swirls, and it stops barely one third of the way down her thighs.

“Oh dear!” says Tammy nervously. “This was a lot longer when I was eleven!”

“It’s not too short now,” you assure her. “It looks amazing on you! It shows off your lovely legs beautifully. The only question is, will it get you into trouble at school...?”

“Technically it should,” Tammy admits, putting her hands down by her sides. “The rule is fingertip-length, and this isn’t quite that long. But I’ve seen other girls get away with skirts of this length or even shorter...”

“Excellent!” you say, pleased. “Now, let’s see the other one.”

The second skirt, when Tammy tries it on, is just about the same length - perhaps half an inch longer. It is dark red, pleated, and less tight than the first skirt. “This fits a little better,” Tammy remarks.

“I love it!” you say. “I love both of them actually. Are these the only two short skirts you have?”

Tammy nods. “If you really think I look good in them, I guess I could get a couple more. Ones that fit me better!”

“Good idea!” you agree. “In fact let’s get you enough so that you can wear one every day, if you want. I’ll chip in as much as I can, though my funds are rather limited...”

“If we go to Montgomery Thrift, down the road,” says Tammy, “Mom will pay me back for anything I buy there. She’s always encouraging me to shop there. And I don’t mind; you can get some good stuff there.”

“Perfect!” you say. “Why don’t we go there now?”

“Now?” says Tammy, surprised. “Um, okay, sure.”

The two of you find Sandy in the kitchen. “Mom, Lance and I are going to the thrift store,” says Tammy. “I’d like to buy some skirts.”

“Oh!” says Sandy. “Good for you! And I see you’re wearing one of your old skirts - I’m surprised it still fits! What’s prompted this?”

“Lance says I have nice legs,” says Tammy, blushing a little. “He says I shouldn’t pay any attention to dad when he says I have chunky thighs...”

Sandy gasps. “Is that why you stopped wearing miniskirts?” she asks. “Because Dad was rude about your thighs?”

Tammy nods. “He said I get them from you...”

Sandy sighs. “I do have chunky thighs...”

“Excuse me, Sandy,” you interject, “but that’s bullshit. I’ve never seen you out of pants, but your jeans don’t exactly hide the shape of your legs, and as far as I can see, they’re gorgeous. Yes, Tammy gets her legs from you ... and that’s a good thing! Perhaps Nick has a ‘type’, but it’s ridiculous, and unfair, for him to expect the two of you to conform to it. You both have beautiful legs - and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!”

Sandy looks at you in surprise. “Damn straight!” she says, and she laughs. Then she says to Tammy, “Honey, I’m so sorry that Dad’s thoughtlessness has given you body image issues. But Lance is right: you shouldn’t let your dad, or anyone, tell you that your legs aren’t beautiful.” She purses her lips. “I guess that’s a message I should take to heart myself.”

Tammy grins. “So come with us! Buy some miniskirts of your own!”

Sandy looks a little shocked. “Oh, I don’t know about that,” she says. “I think I’m too old to wear miniskirts. Anyway, I need to make the dinner...”

“I’ll stay and make dinner,” you offer. “Go on, Sandy - I think it’s a great idea. It’ll be a nice mother-daughter outing for the two of you. And don’t give me that crap about being too old to wear miniskirts! That’s not true and you know it.”

Sandy hesitates, then smiles. “All right, why not?” she says. “Thank you, Lance - you’re being very supportive, and I really appreciate it.”

“Don’t mention it!” you say.

“Uh, Tammy, if we’re going out, you should put a bra on,” says Sandy.

“Awww Mom,” says Tammy, looking pained. “It’s only the thrift store...”

“Even so,” says Sandy.

“Wait a minute,” you say. “If Tammy doesn’t want to wear a bra, why make her? There’s nothing indecent about the way she looks.”

“Well no, of course there isn’t,” says Sandy uneasily, “but you know ... she’s quite big in the chest...”

“So?” you say. “That’s not her fault, nor is it anything for her to be ashamed of.”

Sandy nods. “Right again, Lance!” she admits. “I guess I need to stop letting Nick tell Tammy and me what we should and shouldn’t wear! I used to go braless all the time, in my teens - it was just more comfortable. I guess I let people convince me it wasn’t decent ... but maybe I’ve just been perpetuating sexist attitudes...”

“My view is,” you say with a shrug, “you should wear whatever the hell you like. Whatever makes you feel good.”

“I agree!” says Sandy. “Thank you, Lance. You know, I kinda misjudged you at first, but you’re a good guy.”

“He is, isn’t he?” says Tammy, smiling.

“Well, have fun shopping,” you say. “I’ll have something ready for when you return.”

Tammy and Sandy leave the apartment, and you set about making dinner. You are not much of a cook, but you have watched Sandy often enough to have picked up a few things. An hour later, when she and Tammy return, you have a casserole in the oven.

“Wow, just look at the two of you!” you say admiringly, as they enter the kitchen. Tammy is wearing a blue-and-green plaid miniskirt, about the same length as her other two, and Sandy is wearing a denim miniskirt that is barely any longer than her daughter’s. “You both look fantastic! Sandy, I just knew you had fabulous legs under those jeans!”

Sandy blushes. “Thanks, Lance,” she says. “And thank you for making dinner! It smells great.”

“Let’s hope it tastes as good,” you reply with a chuckle.

A few minutes later, Nick arrives home. He seems a little taken aback at the sight of both Tammy and Sandy in miniskirts, but seems mollified by Sandy’s explanation: “We felt like treating ourselves to a mother-daughter shopping trip to the thrift store!”

“Well you both look very nice,” he says tactfully. “Though ... the skirts are a little ... short ... don’t you think?”

“Don’t be a prude, honey,” says Sandy, kissing him on the cheek. “How was work?”

“Oh fine, fine,” he says.

Continue.

You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door. But it soon becomes apparent that they are talking about music, and you push the door open and enter.

“Hi Uncle Lance,” says Tammy.

“Don’t mind me!” you whisper, tiptoeing past her on your way to the partition.

“Sorry Emma - it’s just my uncle,” says Tammy.

You walk quickly around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy’s conversation returns to the banalities of teenage culture.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Sure!” says Tammy.

She fetches the cards, then she steps up on to her bed, and sits down, cross-legged. Your eyes widen as you watch the hem of her skirt, but she tucks it between her legs as she sits, giving you no chance to glimpse her panties.

“Old Maid again?” she asks.

“Yup, that sounds fine,” you reply.

You play a few games together; Tammy wins most of them. Then she says, “Okay, I should go take a shower.”

“Okay,” you say. “Thanks for playing with me.”

“You’re welcome!” says Tammy with a smile. She gets up, and leaves the room - without her nightwear, you cannot help noticing.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower, but it is a risky proposition. Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Uh...” she says, looking uncomfortable.

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy ... if you don’t mind...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

Continue.

The minutes pass slowly, and you decide you might as well get undressed. You strip down to your Y-fronts, and lie down. Thinking about Tammy makes you horny, and you begin to massage your crotch.

After about twenty minutes, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

walk around the end of the partition.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Oh,” says Tammy, sounding nervous. “Um, okay. Just please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a smile. Then she puts down her phone, and stands up. “I’m just going to take a shower,” she says.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily.

She giggles. “Don’t be silly, Uncle Lance!” she admonishes you, and you chuckle.

She leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! But it is a risky idea.

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “I’ve got my little light on.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now, and you walk around the end of the partition.

You hear Tammy gasp, and in the dim glow of her night light, you see her lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you walk around to your side of the partition, and drop your towel on the floor. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing nothing but a towel. As you watch in mounting excitement, she untucks the towel and opens it up, exposing her delicious large breasts and a beautifully smooth, shaven pussy. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and pulls her towel closed, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you hurriedly climb down from the chest and put on a t-shirt.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Tammy gasps as you nonchalantly walk around the end of the partition. She is wearing nothing but a pink towel, which covers her from her upper chest down to mid-thigh.

“Don’t mind me,” you say cheerfully. “I’m just going to have my shower. I hope you left me some hot water!”

“Um, yes!” says Tammy, flustered, clutching her towel as she glances at your flabby belly and the bulge in your Y-fronts. “Of course.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you walk around to your side of the partition, and drop your towel on the floor. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, but as you reach for the edge of the sheet, she stirs, and you freeze. It is too soon; she is not yet deeply asleep. Motionless, you wait ... and wait. Minutes pass, and gradually you hear Tammy’s breathing become slower, more measured. When you judge that the time is right, you cautiously pull the sheet back, uncovering her.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her side with her legs tucked up. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

grope her left breast.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You lightly place your palms on her panty-clad buttocks, and give them a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her bottom, she twitches, and you withdraw your hands anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing with her back to you, completely naked. The water from the shower head is hitting a wide area around her shoulders, and streaming down her back, bottom, and legs. Her bottom is gorgeous, her buttocks plump and round, and so, so deliciously squeezable!

But as she starts to turn around, you panic, and let go of the shower curtain. You got away with peeking at Tammy, but you know better than to push your luck too far. Creeping carefully across the tiled floor, you quietly open the door and slip out of the room. Heaving a sigh of relief, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing naked with her full round breasts and shaven pussy completely on display. For a fraction of a second, she stares at you in horror. Then she screams.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, before bolting from the room. As you cross the hall and enter Tammy’s bedroom, you see Nick coming from the living room.

From your refuge behind the partition, you hear raised voices in the bathroom. Then the door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“It was an accident!” you jabber, coming around the end of the partition. “I tripped, you see, and...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

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Slipping quietly out of the bathroom, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You reach your hand beneath her arm, and gently take hold of the soft orb of flesh that is Tammy’s left breast. It feels deliciously firm, yet soft and yielding, as you squeeze it through the thin material of her top. But then she twitches, and you hastily withdraw your hand.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You get dressed, then walk around the end of the partition, causing Tammy to gasp in alarm. She is wearing a t-shirt, though which you can see the faint outline of a bra, and a pair of white panties. In her hand she is carrying a skirt, with which she hastily covers her panties.

“Good morning Tammy!” you say, smiling. “No need to be shy!”

“Good morning Uncle Lance!” she says, and she reluctantly lifts her skirt away from her panties. “I guess you’re right.” But she fairly quickly puts her skirt on. “Well, time for breakfast...”

“I’ll see you there shortly,” you say. “I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, looking amused.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

Sandy asks politely, “Are you going to continue your job search today...?”

“Yup,” you confirm.

Sandy nods. “Well, good luck with that.”

“Thank you,” you say.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her chest. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You awaken to the sounds of traffic outside. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

Hearing her bed creak, you quietly get up, put on a clear pair of Y-fronts, and tiptoe over to the partition, then peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. Tammy passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

get dressed.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a miniskirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her miniskirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning Uncle Lance!” she says cheerfully. “I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“I’ll see you there shortly,” you say. “I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, looking amused.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her legs as she gets up from the table; she is wearing another short skirt today. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy announces indignantly. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

Click here to return to the start of the current day.

You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop. The material of her miniskirt is loosely draped between her thighs; you cannot see her panties.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure; you would love to see her out of that skirt.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“You’re welcome,” you say, eyeing her legs with interest. “Just doing my bit.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “How’s it going, Lance?” she asks.

“Just taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her.

“Okay,” she says. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I think I’ll have a wander around town,” you reply.

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

Continue.

Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

Shaking your head, you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching her favourite soap, Troubled Waters, on her television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance!” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra.

“You want to watch this with me?” she asks you, patting the couch next to her.

“Sure!” you reply.

You settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece, gratified to see that she does not seem at all bothered by this.

As you watch the soap, you are acutely aware of her warm body sitting next to yours; your upper arm is pressed against hers. You put your arm around her, gently grasping her far shoulder. She does not seem bothered by this, so you leave your arm in place. After a few minutes, she leans her head against your shoulder. Wondering if you should try putting your arm around her waist again, you decide to...

play it safe and stay like this.

go for it.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you say.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You slide your arm down her back, and curl your hand around the far side of her waist. She responds by leaning against you a little more, and resting her hand on your large belly.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you remark.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees, sitting up straight.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, getting to her feet. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

She nods. “Yes please,” she says.

You sit down next to her, and lay your hand on her bottom. “What do you need help with?” you ask her.

Tammy tenses up, apparently uncomfortable with the placement of your hand, but she seems to relax a little as you help her to figure out her homework. This time, in actuality, your contribution is minimal, but in your role as a sounding board, you apparently help her to get her thoughts straight.

When her homework is complete, Tammy smiles. “Thanks for your help, Uncle Lance!”

You smile, and give her skirt-covered left buttock an affectionate squeeze. “You’re welcome, Tammy. Well, I should go and help your mother with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, nodding.

You smile, then you stand up and walk to the door. Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door.

It does indeed sound like Tammy is talking with her boyfriend ... but there seems to be trouble in paradise. Tammy’s voice is raised, so you can hear every word she is saying. “I don’t care who his dad is, Julian - you can’t just accept an invitation like that without talking to me first!” After a pause... “Because it was our date! We hardly ever get to spend time together outside school, and I was really looking forward to seeing a movie with you! And now you’re going to...”

You push the door open and enter. Tammy looks up, then says, “Julian, I have to go. My uncle just walked in. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? Okay, bye. Love you too.” She ends the call, and puts her phone down.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your call,” you lie.

“It’s fine,” says Tammy, with a shrug. “I just wish Julian would stop being so selfish. I know he loves me, but ... why doesn’t he want to spend time with me...?” Her tone sounds almost plaintive.

“I’m sure he does,” you assure her. “But teenage boys are pretty clueless, Tammy. Once the two of you have kissed - if it’s a really good one - you’re both going to want to spend a whole lot more time together - trust me.”

Tammy bites her lip. “I guess ... maybe ... I should practise again...? On you...?”

“I’d be happy to!” you say, grinning, as your cock stirs to life inside your underwear.

Tammy gets to her feet, and you take her into your arms. She closes her eyes as you plant your lips on hers, and slip your tongue into her mouth. As you slobber and lick your way around her tongue, you reach down with your hands and begin massaging her buttocks through her skirt. This time, you give yourself over a minute, thoroughly enjoying exploring her mouth while you squeeze and caress her bottom. Eventually you pull away.

“Good job!” you say, nodding. “Definitely better than the first time. Still got a ways to go, but we’ll get there.”

Tammy’s cheeks are bright red, and she is breathing heavily. “Okay,” she says, wiping her mouth. “Thanks Uncle Lance.”

“You’re welcome, Tammy,” you reply with a smile. “I’m sorry you’re going to miss out on your movie with Julian. I know I’d be a poor substitute, but it would be my privilege and pleasure to take you out to a movie sometime.”

Tammy smiles. “I’d like that,” she says. “But ... you don’t have any money...”

A poor substitute indeed! Her observation is accurate, but it stings nonetheless. “I’m working on getting a job,” you tell her firmly. “Once I have one, and I’m pulling in some money, I promise, I’ll take you out and show you a good time.”

Tammy’s phone starts ringing, and she frowns. “If that’s Julian again...” She picks her phone up. “Oh - it’s Emma. Do you mind if I...”

“Go ahead!” you say. “I’ll see you in a bit.” You walk around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy converses with her friend.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Sure!” says Tammy happily.

She fetches the cards, then she steps up on to her bed, and sits down, cross-legged. Your eyes widen as you catch a glimpse of her white panties beneath the hem of her skirt, before she tucks it between her legs.

“Old Maid again?” she asks.

“Yup, that sounds fine,” you reply.

You play a few games together; Tammy wins most of them. Then she says, “Okay, I should go take a shower.”

“Okay,” you say. “Thanks for playing with me.”

“You’re welcome!” says Tammy with a smile. She gets up, and leaves the room.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower, but it is a risky proposition. Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Just a documentary,” she says, smirking. “Nick might want to sit there, Lance...”

“I’m sure he would,” you concede. “This spot has the most direct view of the TV.”

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

Continue.

The minutes pass slowly, and you decide you might as well get undressed. You strip down to your Y-fronts, and lie down. Thinking about Tammy makes you horny, and you begin to massage your crotch.

After about twenty minutes, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

walk around the end of the partition.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Ugh!” says Tammy, with an exasperated sigh. “Go ahead then, Uncle Lance. Just please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a smile. Then she puts down her phone, and stands up. “I’m just going to take a shower,” she says.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily.

She giggles. “Don’t be silly, Uncle Lance!” she admonishes you, and you chuckle.

She leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! But it is a risky idea.

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “Go ahead.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now, and you walk around the end of the partition.

In the dim glow of her night light, you see Tammy lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you whisper, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you walk around to your side of the partition, and drop your towel on the floor. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing nothing but a towel. As you watch in mounting excitement, she untucks the towel and opens it up, exposing her delicious large breasts and a beautifully smooth, shaven pussy. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and pulls her towel closed, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you hurriedly climb down from the chest and put on a t-shirt.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

Click here to return to the start of the current day.

Tammy gasps as you nonchalantly walk around the end of the partition. She is wearing nothing but a pink towel, which covers her from her upper chest down to mid-thigh.

“Don’t mind me,” you say cheerfully. “I’m just going to have my shower. I hope you left me some hot water!”

“Um, yes!” says Tammy, flustered, clutching her towel as she glances at your flabby belly and the bulge in your Y-fronts. “Of course.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you walk around to your side of the partition, and drop your towel on the floor. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, but as you reach for the edge of the sheet, she stirs, and you freeze. It is too soon; she is not yet deeply asleep. Motionless, you wait ... and wait. Minutes pass, and gradually you hear Tammy’s breathing become slower, more measured. When you judge that the time is right, you cautiously pull the sheet back, uncovering her.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her side with her legs tucked up. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

grope her left breast.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You lightly place your palms on her panty-clad buttocks, and give them a gentle squeeze. Her skin is deliciously soft. But as you begin to massage her bottom, she twitches, and you withdraw your hands anxiously.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

Ogling Tammy’s gorgeous young body, you pump the shaft of your cock with your right hand, bringing yourself closer and closer to orgasm. When you reach your climax, you groan and lean over Tammy, spurting your off-white semen all over her buttocks and panties.

Panting, you grin down at her. Then you cover her up, figuring that your semen will smear and soak in as she shifts around during the night. When she wakes up tomorrow, she will have no idea that you ejaculated on her. Returning to your side of the partition, you climb into bed, and sigh happily. It is not long before you drift off to sleep.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing with her back to you, completely naked. The water from the shower head is hitting a wide area around her shoulders, and streaming down her back, bottom, and legs. Her bottom is gorgeous, her buttocks plump and round, and so, so deliciously squeezable!

But as she starts to turn around, you panic, and let go of the shower curtain. You got away with peeking at Tammy, but you know better than to push your luck too far. Creeping carefully across the tiled floor, you quietly open the door and slip out of the room. Heaving a sigh of relief, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You carefully ease back the left-hand end of the shower curtain, creating a gap through which you peer eagerly. And there - oh joy! - is Tammy, standing naked with her full round breasts and shaven pussy completely on display. For a fraction of a second, she stares at you in horror. Then she screams.

“Sorry!” you exclaim, before bolting from the room. As you cross the hall and enter Tammy’s bedroom, you see Nick coming from the living room.

From your refuge behind the partition, you hear raised voices in the bathroom. Then the door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“It was an accident!” you jabber, coming around the end of the partition. “I tripped, you see, and...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

Click here to return to the start of the current day.

Slipping quietly out of the bathroom, you enter Tammy’s bedroom, and return to your side of the partition.

Continue.

You reach your hand beneath her arm, and gently take hold of the soft orb of flesh that is Tammy’s left breast. It feels deliciously firm, yet soft and yielding, as you squeeze it through the thin material of her top. But then she twitches, and you hastily withdraw your hand.

Deciding that it would be crazy to risk getting caught doing naughty things to Tammy, you cover her up and return to your side of the partition. Climbing into bed, you masturbate to mental images of carefully stripping Tammy in her sleep, and then sliding your cock deep inside her...

You groan as you climax into a tissue. Sleep claims you soon afterwards...

Continue.

You get dressed, then walk around the end of the partition, causing Tammy to gasp. She is wearing a t-shirt, though which you can see the faint outline of a bra, and a pair of white panties. In her hand she is carrying a miniskirt, with which she awkwardly covers her panties.

“Good morning Tammy!” you say, smiling. “No need to be shy!”

“Good morning Uncle Lance!” she says, and she lifts her skirt away from her panties. “Yeah, I guess not.” She steps into her skirt, and pulls it up. “Well, time for breakfast...”

“I’ll see you there shortly,” you say. “I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, looking amused.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her legs as she gets up from the table; she is wearing another short skirt today. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You awaken to the sounds of traffic outside. Rubbing your eyes, you wonder if Tammy is up yet.

Hearing her bed creak, you quietly get up, put on a clear pair of Y-fronts, and tiptoe over to the partition, then peer through the tiny gap between the two pieces of sheetrock. Tammy passes in front of your narrow field of view, and you catch a glimpse of her tank-top and white panties. Then she comes back, and pauses directly in front of you. Your eyes widen. Is she about to take off her top? If she does, your view will be restricted if you remain here.

Having come to a quick decision, you...

remain where you are.

climb on to the chest.

get dressed.

You watch excitedly as Tammy, framed almost perfectly within your narrow field of vision, pulls her top up and over her head. Now she is wearing only her panties! Unfortunately she has her back to you, but the view is still very nice.

“Turn around ... turn around,” you mutter.

She turns, and you catch a glimpse of side-boob, but then she moves out of sight. You eagerly await her return ... but when she comes back into your field of view, she is wearing a t-shirt as well as her panties, and she has a miniskirt in her hand. She glances up at the top of the partition, perhaps to make sure you are not spying on her; you are glad you decided to remain hidden. She steps into her miniskirt, pulls it up, and fastens it.

The show being now over, you get dressed yourself. Then you walk around the end of the partition. “Good morning Tammy,” you say, smiling at her chest. You can see the outline of a bra through the material of her t-shirt.

“Good morning Uncle Lance!” she says cheerfully. “I’m just going to have some breakfast.”

“I’ll see you there shortly,” you say. “I just need to empty my bladder and bowels first.”

“Too much information, Uncle Lance!” she says, looking amused.

She leaves the room, and you chuckle to yourself. Then you head to the bathroom, and you take care of your bodily needs. After you have flushed the toilet and washed your hands, you brush your teeth, then you head to the kitchen, where you find Sandy and Tammy sitting and eating cereal.

“Good morning Lance,” says Sandy. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes thanks,” you reply. You fill a bowl with cereal and milk, and sit down at the table.

After breakfast, Tammy goes to her room and gets herself ready. Then she reappears, and hurries to the door. “Bye Mom!” she says. “Bye Uncle Lance!”

“Bye honey!” says Sandy.

“See you later Tammy,” you say, as Tammy closes the door behind her.

“I’ll be in my bedroom,” says Sandy. “Let me know if you need anything.”

You grin at her legs as she gets up from the table; she is wearing another short skirt today. “Okay,” you reply. “I’ll be in the living room.”

You go and sit on the couch with your phone, and check the internet for jobs in this area. Finding nothing that suits you, you surf for porn for a while.

Around ten-thirty, you decide to...

go and check on Sandy.

get some chores done.

watch TV.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view; she pulls her tank-top up and over her head, exposing a pair of breasts so big and so gorgeous that you have to stifle a gasp of excitement.

But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She screams and covers her breasts, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear running feet outside, then the door bursts open. “What’s going on?” you hear your brother demand.

“Uncle Lance was watching me over the partition!” Tammy announces indignantly. “As I was getting dressed!”

“I can explain,” you say, hurriedly pulling your underwear on.

Nick matches around the end of the partition. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

Click here to return to the start of the current day.

You push open the door to the master bedroom. Sandy is sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her laptop. The material of her miniskirt is loosely draped between her thighs; you cannot see her panties.

“Hi Sandy,” you say. “Working hard? Or hardly working?”

Sandy looks up, and chuckles. “Working hard,” she says. “How about you? Any luck with the job search?”

“Nothing so far,” you reply. “Fancy a break? I’m a little thirsty...”

“Sure, I’ll make some coffee,” says Sandy, closing her laptop.

You follow her through to the kitchen, and watch her make coffee. She has a fine figure; you would love to see her out of that skirt.

The two of you drink your coffee together in the kitchen, and chat about inconsequential matters. Then Sandy excuses herself, and returns to her bedroom to keep working. You go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You spend a few minutes washing the breakfast dishes, then you pull the Dyson out of the hall closet, and start vacuuming. After you have done a couple of rooms, Sandy emerges from the master bedroom.

“I could get used to this!” she says. “Thank you, Lance.”

“You’re welcome,” you say, eyeing her legs with interest. “Just doing my bit.”

She smiles, and nods, then goes back into her bedroom. Putting the vacuum cleaner away, you go back to the couch in the living room, and surf the internet for a while.

At half past twelve, Sandy enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

You switch on the television, and watch a talk show for a while. Then you hear Sandy clearing her throat behind you. “How’s it going, Lance?” she asks.

“Just taking a break,” you reply, turning around to look at her.

“Okay,” she says. “I’ll leave you to it.”

Later, at about half past twelve, Sandy re-enters the room. “Are you hungry?” she asks you. “I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

You reply,

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“How about we go out to eat? My treat.”

Sandy makes sandwiches, and the two of you sit down to eat at the kitchen table. Afterwards, Sandy says, “So, what are you going to do this afternoon?”

“I think I’ll have a wander around town,” you reply.

“Okay,” says Sandy, nodding. “I’ll see you later then.”

Putting on your shoes, you leave the apartment and take the elevator down to the ground floor. Heading outside, you set off...

in an easterly direction.

in a westerly direction.

in a northerly direction.

Sandy chuckles. “Lance, I appreciate the offer, but you’re in no position to be treating someone to lunch.”

“I guess not,” you admit. “I just wanted to show my appreciation...”

“Thank you for the thought,” says Sandy. “Shall I make us some sandwiches?”

“Sure,” you reply.

Continue.

Heading east, you walk past block after block of houses and apartment buildings, then you cross a bridge over a canal, and come at length to a business park. As you wander through it, you stop at a couple of different companies to ask about job opportunities, but nobody seems to be hiring right now.

The last building you look at bears a sign which reads “RANDY’S ROACH RELOCATION SERVICES”, which piques your curiosity (why “relocation”?), but the door is locked.

Eventually, feeling rather gloomy, you leave the industrial park, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading west, you walk for several blocks, then come to a busy crossroads. On the other side are shops and restaurants, and you scan their windows hopefully for HELP WANTED signs. But your search is fruitless. Coming to a mall, you wander around it for a while, but have no luck here either. At the end of its northern wing, you stop outside a pharmacy, and chuckle at the poster in the window. It shows a grinning man giving a thumbs-up to the camera, and a speech bubble which reads, “Tired of constipation? Try Ultra-Lax, for a happier, healthier, and more productive bathroom experience!”

Shaking your head, you leave the mall, and make your way back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Heading north, you walk through residential suburban Baltimore for a while, before coming to an industrial area. Having worked in industry for most of your adult life, you wonder if perhaps there might be some opportunities here. But these are not places you can simply walk into off the street; their security personnel will need a reason to let you in.

You make notes on your phone about a few companies to look into in greater detail. Then you turn around, and head back to Nick’s apartment.

Continue.

Back at the apartment, you enter the bedroom you share with Tammy, and find her sitting on her couch, watching her favourite soap, Troubled Waters, on her television. She looks up at you. “Hi Uncle Lance!” she says.

“Hi Tammy,” you reply with a smile, noting from the way her t-shirt clings to her chest that she seems to have removed her bra.

“You want to watch this with me?” she asks you, patting the couch next to her.

“Sure!” you reply.

You settle your large frame down on the couch next to your niece, gratified to see that she does not seem at all bothered by this.

As you watch the soap, you are acutely aware of her warm body sitting next to yours; your upper arm is pressed against hers. You put your arm around her, gently grasping her far shoulder. She does not seem bothered by this, so you leave your arm in place. After a few minutes, she leans her head against your shoulder. Wondering if you should try putting your arm around her waist again, you decide to...

play it safe and stay like this.

go for it.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you say.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, a little ruefully. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

You slide your arm down her back, and curl your hand around the far side of her waist. She responds by leaning against you a little more, and resting her hand on your large belly.

At the end of the episode, you chuckle. “Good episode,” you remark.

Tammy grins. “Yeah,” she agrees, sitting up straight.

“Want to watch something else?” you ask her.

“I have homework to do,” says Tammy, getting to her feet. “But you go ahead and watch whatever you like.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, and you switch over to ESPN.

A little later, you look over at Tammy as she lies on her bed, doing her homework. Her brow is furrowed in concentration. After watching her for a few seconds, you decide to...

ask her if you can help.

turn your attention back to the TV.

She looks up as you walk over to stand by her bed. “Need any help with your homework?” you inquire.

She nods. “Yes please,” she says.

You sit down next to her, and lay your hand on her bottom. “What do you need help with?” you ask her.

Tammy tenses up, apparently uncomfortable with the placement of your hand, but she seems to relax a little as you help her to figure out her homework. This time, in actuality, your contribution is minimal, but in your role as a sounding board, you apparently help her to get her thoughts straight.

When her homework is complete, Tammy smiles. “Thanks for your help, Uncle Lance!”

You smile, and give her skirt-covered left buttock an affectionate squeeze. “You’re welcome, Tammy. Well, I should go and help your mother with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, nodding.

You smile, then you stand up and walk to the door. Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

You watch television for a while, until the rumbling of your stomach tells you it is close to dinner time. You switch off the TV, stand up, and stretch. “I’m just going to see if your mom needs any help with dinner.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, barely listening.

Heading to the kitchen, you ask Sandy if she needs any help, and she sets you about some minor tasks while she cooks.

Continue.

The four of you eat dinner around the kitchen table. Afterwards, you wash the dishes, while Nick dries them and puts them away. Then you stroll into the living room, where Sandy is sitting on the couch, watching TV. Tammy is nowhere to be seen; presumably she is in her bedroom.

Sandy is watching a documentary; it looks quite boring,

so you head to Tammy’s bedroom.

but you sit down in the armchair.

but you sit down on the couch next to Sandy.

As you approach the door to Tammy’s room, you hear her on the phone. Wondering if she might be talking to her boyfriend, Julian, you listen for a few seconds with your ear to the door. But it soon becomes apparent that they are talking about music, and you push the door open and enter.

“Hi Uncle Lance,” says Tammy.

“Don’t mind me!” you whisper, tiptoeing past her on your way to the partition.

“Sorry Emma - it’s just my uncle,” says Tammy.

You walk quickly around the end of the partition, and occupy yourself on your phone while Tammy’s conversation returns to the banalities of teenage culture.

The evening drags on, and you find yourself getting bored. When Tammy finally ends her phone call, you are keen for some human interaction. Popping your head around the end of the partition, you say, “Hey Tammy - fancy a game of cards?”

“Sure!” says Tammy.

She fetches the cards, then she steps up on to her bed, and sits down, cross-legged. Your eyes widen as you catch a glimpse of her white panties beneath the hem of her skirt, before she tucks it between her legs.

“Old Maid again?” she asks.

“Yup, that sounds fine,” you reply.

You play a few games together; Tammy wins most of them. Then she says, “Okay, I should go take a shower.”

“Okay,” you say. “Thanks for playing with me.”

“You’re welcome!” says Tammy with a smile. She gets up, and leaves the room - without her nightwear, you cannot help noticing.

You would love to watch Tammy take a shower, but it is a risky proposition. Taking a deep breath, you...

go back to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

You plop yourself down in the armchair, and a few moments later, Nick sits down on the couch next to Sandy. The three of you watch the documentary for a while, but it soon sends you to sleep.

When you awaken with a start, the documentary has finished. Sandy has turned herself sideways and put her legs up on her husband’s lap. The two of them are now watching the local news, which is not particularly interesting either,

but you cannot be bothered to get up.

so you drag yourself to your feet.

Your hefty frame thumps down next to Sandy. “What are we watching?” you inquire.

“Just a documentary,” she says, smirking. “Nick might want to sit there, Lance...”

“I’m sure he would,” you concede. “This spot has the most direct view of the TV.”

Nick walks into the room. “Uh, Lance?” he says. “Do you mind ... maybe ... taking the armchair? Uh ... I’d kinda like to sit next to Sandy...”

He sounds almost apologetic, but there is a hard edge beneath his polite request. “Fine, fine,” you mutter, getting to your feet again. You move over to the armchair.

Continue.

The minutes pass slowly, and you decide you might as well get undressed. You strip down to your Y-fronts, and lie down. Thinking about Tammy makes you horny, and you begin to massage your crotch.

After about twenty minutes, Tammy walks back into the bedroom. You eagerly peer through the gap in the partition, hoping to see her in a towel, or just her panties, or even naked ... but she remains tantalisingly out of sight. Your frustration growing, you...

resolve to be patient.

climb on to the chest.

walk around the end of the partition.

You push open the door to the bathroom - it is not locked - and enter. You can hear the shower running, and the shower curtain is pulled across.

“Hello?” says Tammy anxiously, from behind the curtain.

“It’s just me,” you say. “I need to use the toilet.”

“Ugh!” says Tammy, with an exasperated sigh. “Go ahead then, Uncle Lance. Just please be quick.”

“As quick as I can,” you assure her, and you...

lift the seat in order to pee.

sit down in order to poop.

You drift off back to sleep. When you next awaken, it is almost eleven o’clock. Nick has already gone to bed, and Sandy is watching a chat show.

You scratch your armpit. “Guess I’ll take a shower,” you say, “then hit the sack.”

“Okay,” says Sandy. “Goodnight then.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you take your clothes around to your side of the partition, and drop them on the floor along with your towel. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

“I’m going to my room,” you say. “Goodnight, both of you.”

“Goodnight Lance,” says Sandy, and Nick adds, “Goodnight.”

You head to Tammy’s bedroom, and find her sitting on her bed, typing on her phone. She looks up, and gives you a smile. Then she puts down her phone, and stands up. “I’m just going to take a shower,” she says.

“Need any help?” you inquire cheekily.

She giggles. “Don’t be silly, Uncle Lance!” she admonishes you, and you chuckle.

She leaves the room, and you let out a sigh. You would love to watch her take a shower! But it is a risky idea.

Taking a deep breath, you...

go to your bed, and wait for Tammy to return.

head to the bathroom to see what you can see.

Finally, Tammy walks right through your field of view. She is wearing a tank-top and a pair of white panties, but you get to ogle her for less than half a second before she is out of sight again.

“I’m going to switch off the main light, Uncle Lance,” she says. “Is that okay?”

“Yup,” you reply. “Go ahead.”

“Okay,” says Tammy, and the room is abruptly plunged into semi-darkness. You hear the creak of her bed.

It is time for your own shower now, and you walk around the end of the partition.

In the dim glow of her night light, you see Tammy lift her head to look at you.

“I’m off to have a shower,” you reply. “I’ll be ... ow! Owww! What the heck...?”

Tammy switches her light on. “What happened? Are you okay?”

Sitting down on the edge of her bed, you rub your injured toes. “Yes, I’m fine,” you say through gritted teeth. “I just tripped over your school bag and stubbed my toes.”

“Oh! I’m sorry!” says Tammy, throwing back the covers and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. “Want me to look at them?”

The sight of her skimpy tank-top clinging to her breasts, and her pristine bikini-cut white panties, completely distracts you from your pain. “Thanks,” you say, “but I’ll be fine.” You get to your feet.

“Okay,” says Tammy, her eyes dropping to the bulge in your Y-fronts. “As long as you haven’t broken a toe or anything.”

“Nah, I’m good,” you assure her. But then you grin. “A goodnight kiss might take my mind off the pain though. And you could certainly use the practice.”

“Oh!” says Tammy, a little disconcerted. “Um ... sure.”

She gets to her feet, and you take her into your arms, pulling her against your large bare belly. Plunging your tongue into her mouth, you reach your hands down to grasp her panty-clad buttocks. This is so much better than groping her through her skirt! You diligently massage the firm, warm globes of flesh through the thin flimsy material of her panties, while swirling your tongue around hers. In response, she tries to match your energy, weaving her tongue around and pushing it deep into your own mouth.

After a minute or so, you pull your face away from hers. “Good job!” you say, squeezing her buttocks with your hands. “I’m impressed - you’ve really improved!”

“I have?” says Tammy eagerly, her cheeks looking very flushed. “Oh, I’m glad - I did feel like I was doing better that time.”

“Let’s make this a nightly thing, okay?” you suggest. “The practice is clearly helping you a lot - you’ll be ready for your first kiss with Julian in no time.”

“Okay!” says Tammy happily. “That would be great! Thank you so much for doing this with me, Uncle Lance.”

“You’re welcome, little Tammy,” you say affectionately. A little reluctantly, you let go of her buttocks. “All right, well I’ll go and take my shower now. I’ll be as quiet as I can when I return.”

“Okay,” she says. “Goodnight Uncle Lance.”

“Goodnight, Tammy,” you reply, and you leave the room.

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you walk around to your side of the partition, and drop your towel on the floor. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, and cautiously pull back the sheet.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her front, with her face turned to the side. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

cover her back up.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You climb on to the chest, and peer over the partition. Tammy is there, in full view, wearing nothing but a towel. As you watch in mounting excitement, she untucks the towel and opens it up, exposing her delicious large breasts and a beautifully smooth, shaven pussy. But then she looks up, and your eyes meet. She gasps and pulls her towel closed, as you curse and duck out of sight. You hear her leave the room, and you hurriedly climb down from the chest and put on a t-shirt.

The door bursts open. “Lance!” you hear your brother shout.

“I can explain,” you say, coming around the end of the partition. “There was a spider, you see...”

Nick is in no mood to hear your excuses. “Get out!” he shouts, his face red with anger. “Take your things and get out of here! I never want to see you again!”

“Nick,” you say, attempting to pacify him. “It’s just a misunderstanding...”

“Out!” he shouts. “Before I call the cops!”

“Shit,” you mutter. “All right, I’m going.”

You get dressed, gather your things, and leave the apartment under the watchful eyes of Nick and Sandy. Nick slams the door, and once again, you are homeless.

THE END

Click here to return to the start of the current day.

Tammy gasps as you nonchalantly walk around the end of the partition. She is wearing nothing but a pink towel, which covers her from her upper chest down to mid-thigh.

“Don’t mind me,” you say cheerfully. “I’m just going to have my shower. I hope you left me some hot water!”

“Um, yes!” says Tammy, flustered, clutching her towel as she glances at your flabby belly and the bulge in your Y-fronts. “Of course.”

You go to the bathroom, take a shower, and brush your teeth. Then, entering Tammy’s bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist, you pause at the sight of Tammy lying asleep in her bed. She is covered in a sheet, but it is untucked, and you feel a strong desire to lift it up and take a look beneath.

Closing the bedroom door, you walk around to your side of the partition, and drop your towel on the floor. Naked, you walk back to Tammy’s bed, but as you reach for the edge of the sheet, she stirs, and you freeze. It is too soon; she is not yet deeply asleep. Motionless, you wait ... and wait. Minutes pass, and gradually you hear Tammy’s breathing become slower, more measured. When you judge that the time is right, you cautiously pull the sheet back, uncovering her.

Bathed in the cool glow from her night light, Tammy is wearing a tank-top and white panties, and lying on her side with her legs tucked up. You stare hungrily at her panties. How you would love to pull them down, and sink your cock into her tight vagina! But that of course would bring a world of trouble upon you. What, then, can you do instead?

After a moment’s consideration, you decide to...

grope her left breast.

grope her bottom.

masturbate over her.

You aim your stream of pee at the water below, making as much noise as possible, so that Tammy cannot help but hear you even over the sound of the shower. Then you flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.

and carefully pull back the right-hand end.

but think better of it, and quietly leave the room.

You strain, and unleash a foul-smelling turd, which splashes loudly into the water below. Grunting, you start pushing out another one, but you leave this one dangling for a while, to allow its disgusting odour to permeate throughout the whole room. A few seconds later, you grin as you hear Tammy sniff the air, and then whimper unhappily.

“Sorry about the smell,” you say, struggling to contain your laughter as you spread your thighs apart and waft air from the toilet bowl across towards the bathtub.

Tammy says nothing, but you can imagine her look of horror and disgust behind the shower curtain. Eventually, you push out the rest of your turd, then you wipe, flush, and wash your hands, running the hot water so fully that Tammy squeals as her shower suddenly turns cold.

“Sorry!” you say cheerfully, suppressing a snigger. “Just needed to wash my hands.”

You dry your hands, then you open and close the bathroom door, to make it seem as if you have left the room. After waiting for a minute or so, you creep towards the shower curtain,

and carefully pull back the left-hand end.