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 Reluctant niece - a story for a friend
   (Uncle Johnny is interested when his sister brings his young niece to
stay for a while.)
   I guess I'm what you might call an old-fashioned perv.  I love looking
at girls and women - dressed, undressed, anyway I find them.  I've been
this way since my hormones began to develop when I was 11 years old.  I was
brought up in a very strict family in which we never talked about anything
'taboo' - like sex, politics, or romance.  My Dad was fixated on sport, Mum
on cooking and religion.  That left me and my sister a bit out of things.
   Eventually, when she grew old enough, my sister got 'in trouble' with a
boy and quickly left home to marry him.  She then had the most gorgeous
baby girl - they called her Steffi, after the famous tennis player.  I was
about 13 at the time.  My sister was only 16 when she got 'in the club'.  I
must admit that I thought 'good on ya, girl' and wished her all the best on
her wedding day.  Mother couldn't face it - not done to have sex before
marriage in her religion.  Dad did manage to tear himself away from his TV
sport for an hour or so, but only because there was free drink, and Cassie
had promised him a TV in the reception room, so he wouldn't miss anything.
   As it turned out, Dad got so drunk he fell off his chair and that was a
fitting end to the reception.  I went back to school and all my mates had a
good laugh about it.
   I grew up through the usual rounds of trying to look up girls' skirts,
'accidentally' bumping into some of them to catch a grab of their boobs,
and trying to peak into anywhere in which a girl might be undressing, such
as changing rooms at school and in shops.
   One day, while cycling home from school, I stopped at a road junction
and looked around.  For some incredible reason, at that moment a young girl
was changing out of her school uniform in the house on the corner.  She was
standing in the upstairs window looking out.  At the moment I looked, she
just finished undoing her blouse buttons and pulled it open.  It was the
first time I'd actually seen a girl in a bra.  I almost fell off my bike.
Funnily enough, she didn't turn away, shriek or hide.  She just waved to
me, grinned and just stood there.
   As I felt something growing vigorously in my shorts, I knew I had to
leave at that moment, or else I'd be in trouble.  However, from that moment
on, that same girl was always at her window during school weeks.  Most of
the time, she was just taking off her blouse and showing me her bra.  Then
one day, I noticed that she didn't have her skirt on - just a pair of white
panties.  After that, I saw her in just her bra and panties on many
occasions.  She'd smile, wave at me and then look down!  It was always a
sign that I needed to go home and beat off.
   Finally, I took up the challenge to go to her door and ring the bell. 
She came down, dressed in just her little bra and panties.  Her parents
weren't home and that was the start of our relationship, which proceeded to
become highly sexual and very experimental.  I learned so much with that
girl!
   One of the fun things we used to do together was go to girls fashion
shops.  She'd look around the clothes while I kept a look out for a
partially open changing room curtain where I could peek at some girl or
woman trying on some clothes.  I loved it in the Spring when all the girls
were trying on their new bikinis for the summer months.  I don't think I
ever failed to see at least one bare boob and perhaps even a naked butt,
each day.  It always drove my girl crazy and we'd have some wonderful fun
at home later.
   Of course, finding a girl like that who allowed me to indulge my
fantasies was enough for me to suggest marriage.  She said yes and we set
up house in a new town, away from my parents, who had continually got at me
to become 'just a normal boy'.
   We'd have sex everywhere we could, at discos, in bars, at parties, on
the streets, in the parks, just wherever we felt like it.  She got off on
the idea of people watching us.  She even suggested that we should go on
stage in a strip club and do it together.  I had to admit that it was a fun
idea, but I liked to perv, not have people perving at me.
   Anyway, this has wandered a bit from the idea that I would meet up with
my sister one day.  Surprisingly, she called me 'out of the blue' one
Saturday evening.
   Her hubby had left her, she still just had the one child, but she needed
someone to look after her for a couple of weeks while she travelled to a
job interview in Australia.  If she got the job, she'd settle there and
send for her stuff and her daughter to join her.
   What could I say?  Being her only relative, I simply agreed, told my
wife, whow as over the moon as we couldn't manage to get her pregnant
anyway - at least not after 3 years of trying.
   I tried to calculate how old Steffi my niece would be.  It worked out
that she was 14 - approximately.  OMG, I thought, how are we gonna cope
with a pubescent girl while we were still highly sexually active?  It
didn't worry my wife who aroused me with stories of my niece joining in and
being our sex slave.  My fantasies were on high as the day approached when
Steffi and her mum would arrive.  Cassie had asked if she could stay for a
couple of days to make sure her daughter settled in OK.
   The night before the two arrived, my wife and I had the most incredible
role-playing fantasy and I came three times hard in what she was pretending
was her 14-year-old tight schoolgirl pussy.  It was awesome and I felt
quite drained in the morning.
   Cassie was due to arrive by 11 am and I was out shopping when she
actually did arrive.  As my wife had not met Steffi at all, she seemed to
be a bit worried when I arrived.
   But she and Cassie were having a very animated conversation which seemed
to be solely about Steffi.  When Cassie went off to settle into her room,
my wife told me the story.
   And I was quite shocked!
   It seemed that Steffi was a total rebel.  She hated school, hated guys,
hated everything to do with society in general and religion in particular
(I was with her on that one!).  Clearly, we were going to have our work cut
out living with this girl for two weeks.
   I pulled Cassie aside later, just before dinner, having not seen
anything of her daughter Steffi as yet.  I queried why she couldn't have
gone to a friend's place and Cassie said no-one would have her.
   "Sorry, bro," she pleaded, "You're my last hope.  I need this job
desperately and Aussie might be a good place for Steffi to start again."
   Finally, after calling her many times to come down for dinner, Steffi
did condescend to show herself.  I gasped in amazement.  The girl was a
total goth!  Black hair, black clothes, black makeup and pink ribbons.  She
looked, in my eyes, completely awful, but I guess everyone to their own
taste.
   My wife made her very welcome, her eyes flicking to me in amazement
several times as Steffi didn't utter a word.  Throughout dinner, she kept
her eyes on her plate, didn't drink anything, or show appreciation of what,
even for my wife, and excellent cook, was a delicious meal.  Cassie showed
her appreciation and helped clear away the dishes, Steffi just sat there
until we'd all finished, then left for her room.  We didn't see her again
that night.
   In bed that night, after our usual torrid session of wonderful sex, my
wife lie beside me and grinned.
   "Did you see that girl's body?  It was incredible.  She's only 14, but
what a stunner!"
   "Really?" I said, absolutely amazed.  "I couldn't get past the get-up."
   "Yea that was amazing," my wife agreed, "But I studied her while she was
eating with us.  She really is a grown-up woman, underneath all that
stuff!"
   "I'll believe you, but I don't think we'll ever see her in her bikini
swimming lengths of our pool.  More like crawling around the house in the
dead of night making witch-type noises!"
   "You mean WOOOOOOOOOO!" called out my wife, ending with a giggle.
   We cuddled up together and went to sleep, totally satiated by our
orgasms.
   The following morning, Cassie had to go to the shops to get stuff
specially for Steffi to eat.
   "She's so fussy, you won't believe!  I was astonished that she ate some
of your delicious meal last night.  She usually refuses any 'outside'
food."
   "She'll have to fit in with us or starve," my wife warned.
   "Oh, she'll starve!" said her mother, matter-of-factly.  "Last time she
went to stay with her cousin for a month, she lost 10 kilos and almost had
to be hospitalised.  She blamed the food!"
   "Oh dear.  I wonder how we will manage," I said.
   "You'll find a way, bro.  You always do," giggled Cassie, giving me a
hug, which was her way of saying thanks.
   My wife agreed to go with Cassie to the supermarket so she could find
out where the special foods were kept.  This left me alone with Steffi, not
that I expected to even see the girl before her Mum got back.  We'd already
been told she was a very late riser and, it being school holidays, what did
she have to get up for?
   I pottered around the house, clearing up the breakfast things and taking
out the trash.
   While in the back garden, I happened to look up to the window of the
room in which Steffi was staying.  I was surprised to see her at the
window, dressed in black pyjamas, her hair all over the place.  I swear she
was staring at me, but as I soon as I looked up, she turned away and
disappeared.
   I didn't see her again until after Cassie and my wife had returned. 
Then it was only to watch her back as she walked out of the house 'to go to
the mall".  I had to admit that, from the rear and the way she walked, she
did looked extraordinarily sexy and grown up.  My wife saw me looking and
grinned.
   "Now you see what I mean!" she laughed.
   Cassie looked puzzled, but didn't say anything.
   I helped Cassie get all the things she needed for her flight to
Australia and then took her to the airport.  My wife stayed back, just in
case Steffi came home.  We'd not given her a key, as yet.
   Cassie wasn't at all tearful when leaving.  She had her mind fixed on
her job and starting a new life.  I wished her well.  We'd never been
close, and we weren't close now.
   Back at the house, Steffi had not returned.  In fact, she didn't return
for a couple of days.  We were extremely worried that she'd got in with the
'wrong' people, but it turned out, when we forced Steffi to explain where
she'd been, that she'd met an old girlfriend from primary school and they'd
had fun being together.  She'd stayed over at the girl's house, as she was
also a goth and they had so much in common.
   After that enlightening explanation, Steffi went back into her shell and
disappeared into her room.  She came down for dinner, said nothing and went
back to her room.
   I refused to let this wierd girl affect our lives too much and found
that my wife was extremely aroused that night.  We had sex until 4 am,
totally exhausting each other.  My wife was unusually noisy and even
squirted juices when she orgasmed - a first for her and me.
   In the morning, it being a weekday, we both had to go to work.  Knowing
that Steffi would not be up before we left, we left her a note and a key,
explaining when we'd be back and leaving both of our cell phone numbers
'just in case'.
   I drove my wife to her work as usual and then parked at my office.  I
was so busy that day that I completely forgot about wierd Steffi.
   I picked my wife up and we drove home, both of us musing over what we
might find there.
   When we got home, the house was empty, tidy, looked like it had been
cleaned, and there was a note from Steffi.
   "Thanks, you two.  Don't worry about me.  I'm fine.  It's fun here."
   No word about when or whether she might be back.
   Astonishing.
   We spent a fun evening playing with each other and eventually ended up
having some super sex on the lounge floor.  We especially locked the front
door, just in case Steffi decided to come back at the 'wrong' moment.  She
didn't, luckily, and we both enjoyed some wonderful orgasms.  I wasn't
sure, but it seemed that my wife had needed more sex since Steffi came to
stay!
   Late that night, when my wife was asleep, Steffi came back.  She was
very quiet but I saw her shadow pass across our bedroom door, which we
always leave partially open for air circulation.  I kept my eyes almost
shut as she peeked in, but she stayed for quite a while, just looking. 
Then, damn it, she smiled, and went to her room.  Should I have sat up and
confronted her?  Well, I didn't, but I didn't sleep very well, wondering
about that girl.
   The next morning was rubbish bin day and again I went into the back
garden to empty the trash.  It was a lovely cool morning and I felt really
great after all the sex I'd enjoyed yesterday.  I just happened to glance
up at the house and I turned to go back indoors.
   There was Steffi at her bedroom window, dressed in her black pjs again,
but with her hair pulled back.  She smiled at me and gave a sort of wave,
then turned away.
   I went inside.  What was she doing up so early?  I wondered.  I finished
getting ready for work and my niece had still not come downstairs.  My wife
and I left as usual.
   About coffee time that morning, my cell phone rang.  I didn't recognise
the female voice until she said it was Steffi.  She was just checking in as
she expected to be home for dinner tonight.  I didn't ask where she was
going or what she might be up to during the day, and she didn't offer.  She
just giggled - yes, it was a clear girly giggle as she said goodbye.
   I immediately called my wife and told her that I'd spoken to Steffi. 
She was amazed and puzzled.  So was I!
   Half-way through the afternoon, there was a buzz on my intercom.
   "A young lady to see you, Mr.  Jones," called my secretary.
   "Who is she?" I asked, being very busy with a contract I had to finish.
   "Your niece - looking very gothic!" murmured my old-fashioned secretary.
   I chuckled.
   "Please show her in," I said.
   After a knock on the door, Steffi walked in - or should I say 'swayed
in' - she seemed to be trying to walk as if she was a model.
   (being continued - going to some wierd places next!)
   [comments and suggestions to rockyhard4uc@gmail.com]
  
Reluctant niece