Sunday dawned bright and clear. Alison was woken by the light streaming through the window. She rolled over and picked up her watch from the bedside table. It showed 10:20. She threw off the covers, swung her legs out of bed, and stripped off the baggy T-shirt she wore. Hurriedly, she dressed in jeans and a sweater, scraping her hair back into a ponytail, which she had to hold in place with her hand as she franticly searched her suitcase for a band to apply. As she rummaged, she found the 'La Senza' bag, which contained the bra, briefs, stockings and suspenders set, and babydoll nightie she had bought specially for her planned night with Pete. She had hidden them in her suitcase, so her Mother wouldn't find them. She put the lingerie back into it's hiding place, secured her wayward hair and, slipping on her trainers, she made her way down to the kitchen, from which was emanating the delicious aroma of fresh coffee and bacon.
Phil and Jan were sitting at the big wooden table, chatting and eating bacon sandwiches, and sipping from large mugs of coffee.
"Morning, lazybones," Phil joked, "Help yourself to breakfast. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes thanks, Unc...I mean Phil," Alison flushed slightly as she recalled how tired she had been after her orgasm on the phone with Pete, "I had a great night."
Jan smiled at Phil across the table, a peculiarly wry smile, and Alison wondered if he had heard her last night, and told his housekeeper. She felt herself redden even more, and turned her back to them as she made her sandwich and coffee.
After they had tidied away the breakfast things, and Mrs. Trelawney had started round with the vacuum cleaner, Phil took Alison out to the garage.
"I didn't think the Landrover was suitable for you," He explained as he opened the large double doors, "So, I got you insured to drive 'Katie'."
"Oh my god," thought Alison, "He names his cars. How sad. I bet it's an old banger."
Her eyes widened, as her pulled off the cover, revealing the gleaming red shape underneath.
"Oh wow! Uncle Phil! Are you serious?" She gushed, "An MG? My friends would be so jealous. It's gorgeous! Can I really drive it?"
"Yup." He replied, handing her the keys, "There's a local guide book and map in the glove box, I have an account with the local garage in town for fuel etc. Just look after her, ok? She's part of the family. I've had her since before you were born."
Alison threw her arms round his neck and kissed him profusely.
"Oh, Phil. Thank you!"
Phil hugged her back, becoming aware that she wore no bra under the tight sweater, her young, soft breasts separated from him only by a couple of layers of material. He could feel the little nubs of her nipples pressing into him as she kissed him, and he felt his penis start to stiffen involuntarily. Guiltily, he pulled away, and spent the next ten minutes or so explaining to Alison how to lower the top, and all the controls.
"She's not fast, by today's standards. But 60 feels like 100 with the top down and the wind in your hair...not that I've got much left, now," He laughed, nervously, running a hand across his head, "Why don't you take her for a spin?"
Alison got in, and started the engine. Phil winced with pain as the gears grated when she engaged first, and kangarooed up the driveway. By the end of the road she was smoother and with a wave, she vanished off into the distance, with a muted growl from the exhaust.
Phil turned and walked back into the house, his cock still slightly stiff as he recalled her scent and the feel of her body, her lips on his face, the swell of her breasts against his chest.
"Has she gone?" Jan asked, as he returned to the kitchen, "She is lovely, and so pretty."
"Yes, she's out exploring," replied Phil, standing behind her, "And yes, she is pretty. She looks very like her mother."
Phil moved close behind Jan, placing his hands on her hips and leant in to kiss her neck.
"I missed you last night," he whispered, "I wanted you to stay, but it wouldn't have been proper, with her here."
