When I was 21 I remember feeling very guilty about the way I had behaved previously with my Uncle Roger at my sister's wedding. It had been made worse when I had visited him and my Auntie Fiona a few weeks later.
My mother had no idea what had happened and was always on at me, 'Amy, if anything happens to me, you can always go to your Auntie Fiona and Uncle Roger - they will look after you.'
I always used to shake my head and think, 'If only she knew.'
I did see my Auntie and Uncle several times that year and made it quite clear that I thought their behaviour with me was not acceptable. I knew they were ashamed and apologized profusely.
Then it happened. My mother passed away. It was only then that I realized that we had no money. I hadn't finished my education. My Auntie and Uncle were by my side immediately and offered to help saying I could live with them and they would pay for me to carry on with university.
They were wonderful but I had misgivings. I also knew I had no option. Everything went very well for a few months, although I often noticed that my Uncle Roger looked at me strangely when I used to come home in the evening with my short pleated skirt.
Auntie Fiona did tell me that he liked me in that skirt. She also emphasized that they were still ashamed of the previous naughty happenings.
I didn't want to tempt him too much and I did say to my Auntie that I was a little concerned if I showed too much. She just brushed over it assuring me, 'Don't worry Amy, if he sees your knickers it is not the end of the world. Its not just that your Uncle Roger has always liked looking up your skirt, most men would.'
I realized that she was right - men were like that.
She made me giggle a little when she added, 'Probably a lot of women would like it to look up your skirt as well.'
Auntie Fiona could be quite funny. I was generally more relaxed living with them now and as I was almost 21 they started to allow me a few glasses of wine in the evening. The three of us would sit in their cosy lounge with some cheese and biscuits and wine and they were really supporting me get over my mothers passing, I felt so grateful to them.
On these occasions I could see Auntie Fiona would be very relaxed and sometimes her knees would be well open and her panties showing. I don't know why but I liked it. She must have seen me looking and knew about my worries. It was lovely when she simply told me, 'Remember about our chat, Amy. It's not the end of the world if men can see your knickers.'
I realized she was quite right. I had a good gulp of wine and raised my glass and opened my legs wide. I knew Uncle Roger was looking straight ay my panty crutch but I laughed and said, 'Cheers Uncle Roger.'
Auntie Fiona and I laughed as Uncle Roger looked startled and almost tipped his glass over. We were all more relaxed about things over the next few months and I knew my Aunt and Uncle wanted to support me as much a possible.
In the evenings when we were all alone together Auntie Fiona did let it slip that they both liked me to wear short skirts. I was 21 now and I knew that I couldn't allow the previous naughty events to start again.
Then one day in University there was a large fee required to carry on with a certain course. I just didn't have this sort of money and I knew my Aunt and Uncle didn't have it either. When I told them about it they were devastated. A few evenings later Auntie Fiona broke the news that Uncle Roger had cashed in some large endowments and had obtained the money.
I was worried for them as I knew that they would have lost a lot of money. I reassured myself knowing that they wanted to do it as they loved me. I thought about it a lot and decided that I should show my gratitude to them.
That evening they were playing chess in the lounge and I slipped upstairs and put on a short plaid skirt, a white blouse and knee socks. I knew they liked me in my little girly clothes. I simply sat on the settee next to them and lay back. My skirt was right up and I bent my knee which meant my underclothes were all exposed.
Auntie Fiona realized straight away that I was being nice to them. She beamed a huge smile saying, 'Oh look Rog, our little girl wants to watch us play chess.'
I could see she was pleased especially when Uncle Roger gasped, 'Oh Amy, you really are our little girl.'
