I knocked on Uncle Alan's bedroom door.
OK he would get a cup of tea. But did he really expect me to wear all that stuff he had left on the bed?
I mean I'm his bloody niece for god sake!
"Come in," he answered.
His smile dropped as I walked in.
I stood at the side of his bed and put the cup down.
"I didn't like the bra, and I can't stand thong pants. As for stockings, well, I prefer tights. Not only that you are my uncle. So if you don't like the way I'm dressed now, then we can't possibly live under the same roof."
His eyes rolled up my mink coloured pantyhose encased legs. He lingered on my shave fanny for a while, and then he continued up to my naked breasts, that had written on them in lipstick, 'HAPPY XMAS UNCLE'.
"Why don't you crawl in next to me, I'd hate for you to catch a cold," he said with a grin.
I smiled back and pulled back the sheets. I curled into his chest and we kissed.
"Happy Christmas uncle," I purred.
"Oh it will be now my dear," he responded.
We kissed again, although this time it was far more passionate. God I thought I had really landed on my feet here. I lay on his bare chest and generally sucked up to him. Well for Β£500 a week wouldn't you?
I kissed his chest feeling something rise between us. He gently stroked my hair. I opened my legs a little, allowing his stiffening dick to push along the gusset of my tights. He moved a hand onto my backside and pushed his cock up against my ass. He gently rubbed it into my tights.
"Now it seems to me you didn't tell me the complete truth last night."
I looked at his face.
"Now as my niece I will have to treat you as you deserve from time to time. I expect you to do everything in your power to please me. Is that understood?"
"Of course Uncle Alan," I replied obediently.
"I know more about what happened than you might think. You behaved like a tart, and I hear you even fucked an old man."
I wasn't sure what to say for awhile.
"But he had a video of me with a...."
"That is not the point Julie; you behaved like a whore, is this true?"
I swallowed hard. He was still rubbing his dick against my pantyhose covered ass.
"Yes uncle," I said faintly.
"So you are a dirty whore who should expect to be treated as such. Am I correct young lady?"
"Yes uncle," I said finally.
"Then I think you had better give me my gift now."