This is a story of incestuous relationships between an adult male and his three adult nieces. If such stories would be offensive to you, you are strongly urged to avoid it. My appreciation to a Japanese film, "Living with my cousins," for the inspiration for this story. All of the characters are at least eighteen years old. It's a bit long but it can readily be read in three separate sections\.
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Paul's nieces were coming for a visit, a sustained visit. Paul lived in the big city. The Bodine girls (Betty Jo, Bobbie Jo, and Billie Jo) were from Pixley, West Virginia, and they had been offered a summer fellowship at the Five Star Beauticians School. The girls had just started their own salon in Pixley and were ecstatic over the opportunity to learn the latest in nail technology and laser treatment.
However, the girls couldn't really afford big city lodging. One month's rent in the city would cover the down payment on a home in Pixley! Well, perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but not by much.
The girls therefore contacted their uncle, Paul Henderson, to see if he could put them up for the month. It could be asking a lot. He hadn't seen his nieces since they were in their young teens. He had been in his young twenties when they were little girls. But ever since his last visit there had developed a significant falling out among the elders over the inheritance left by Grandpa Henderson. Papa Bodine had been left out cold, while Paul's father received quite a substantial sum, with which he done gone got yankee rich, multiplying it handsomely during the dot.com stock explosion.
The girls, however, held no animosity themselves. They didn't mind being poor country folk. Heck, they didn't even see it that way. As far as they were concerned, they were dirt rich, only dollar poor. Frankly, they much preferred the relaxed, down-home, friendly life of Pixley, West Virginia, over the hustle and bustle, the crowds, the expense and, frankly, the cold rudeness of the big city. Paul would at times agree, although he did enjoy the restaurants, the theater, the museums, the galleries, the ballparks, the bars, and everything else that the big city offered. Pixley might be a nice place to relax for the weekend, but much longer than that he would get bored.
In any case, he was happy to have the girls stay with him. But, it wasn't like he had a lot of room. He warned them that he only had one guest room. It had a king sized bed, but that could hardly hold three young ladies, could it?
The girls though didn't mind at all. They had shared the same bed in the Bodine home throughout their lives and now they at times found it bit uncomfortable and lonely living on their own, sleeping in an empty bed. It would be just like old times to once again share a bed with their sisters, and even better to finally see their dear Uncle Paul after so many years.
Paul was actually a bit nervous about the visit. Three young women in his condo? It really wasn't that big. Not only would the girls have to share their bedroom, all four of them would have to share the one bathroom. He moved a lot of his stuff out of the bathroom to provide the girls with more space. Fortunately, his bathroom did have a lot of counter space, at least so he felt, and he understood that girls needed quite a bit of room to lay out their make-up and stuff. Plus, he had a cleaning service come in to prepare for their visit. He was a rather typical bachelor and had not spent much of his time vacuuming, dusting, cleaning out the refrigerator, or washing bathtubs.
Paul was also nervous about just meeting his nieces. What would they be like? He wasn't entirely sure when was the last time he saw them. He didn't even have any photos from that period of time. He was now in his forties and it had been so long ago.
The more he thought about it the more apprehensive he became. A whole month? They were going to stay a whole month? What if it was glaringly obvious the moment they arrived that this was a big mistake! Imagine how difficult it would be to put up with their presence for thirty days.
He knew that they would probably want to do all sorts of tourist things. He wouldn't mind taking them to a museum or a gallery. He liked to do that anyway. But, he wouldn't be surprised if they had no interest in that, being from such a small rural town. Plus, he did fear that they might in fact embarrass him, being unsophisticated country girls and all. He sighed deeply at the thought of how really troubling and difficult this could be. But, he also felt a bit guilty over having such thoughts. They were, after all, family, and one shouldn't feel ashamed or embarrassed about the members of one's own family.
He also felt a bit guilty over the fact that the Bodines had been left out of the Henderson will. He was not himself privy to the reasons for the family rift, and he had enjoyed the girls when they were little. He did recall with some fondness fishing, swimming and even frog gigging with them. It had been an awful lot of fun. One of them even had a bit of a crush on him. That was rather cute, as she was the youngest of the three.
His pulsed raced as he strode toward the door to his condo, the ringing bell announcing the arrival of the girls.
He became simply speechless when he opened the door. The girls had really grown up, and grown out. Standing before him were perhaps the three most attractive young ladies he had ever seen, at least in one group, all grinning widely, so very happy to see him. "Uncle Paul!" "Hey there!" "Hey y'all!" "Great to see yuh!" They all greeted him so gaily.
He was momentarily stupefied.
"Well, you gonna' invite us in to set a spell or are we just gonna' have to mosey on back to Pixley?" Billie Jo teased.
"Oh, yes! Sorry! Sorry! Please come in, please do." He stepped aside so that the girls could march by, and it was a nice little parade indeed. They were so endearingly charming. Each one smiled with a big friendly grin as she walked by, breasts thrust out with either exceptional pride or exceptionally good posture, which was rather impressive given how laden down they were with bags and bundles. It took considerable effort on Paul's part not to let his eyes linger on their prominently jutting breasts. He did at least have a solid glance at the three displays of feminine pulchritude, although also feeling a bit guilty in doing so. After all, these were his nieces. They were family. You don't ogle the boobs of your relatives, and especially the younger ones, even if they were just nieces.
The thought entered his mind that perhaps the country life, with all that good home cooking and fresh air, contributed to the growth of such large healthy breasts. It really couldn't be true, but he did have to at least wonder. It was, of course, probably entirely genetic and, as he thought about it, Mrs. Bodine, their mother, did have rather large breasts herself.
Paul's roving eyes were noticed by Billie Jo, but she didn't mind. She rather enjoyed men enjoying the sight of her. She had always been the more flirtatious one of the three sisters. Mrs. Bodine even described her as "boy hungry." It was no coincidence that the top few buttons of her plaid country shirt were undone, revealing quite a bit of very deep and lovely cleavage.
