When I got Jezzebelle home last night she didn't stop crying, she had been completely abandoned by all family she knew she had just for pursuing her career. I used to be a lot larger in size than I am now, the workout regime I did worked wonders so I handed her a pile of clothes she could sleep in. She stripped and threw on one of my old t-shirts. I got changed into some jogging bottoms and we sat on the sofa together, well I sat on the sofa, she laid with her head in my lap and slowly she drifted off to sleep. I knew I was going to have no regrets about offering to let my new-found niece live with me, she was stunning and I knew she didn't even try.
When I woke up the next morning she was still laying on me, sound asleep she looked so innocent. Without waking her I wandered into the kitchen and poured a bowl of cereal, sitting at the table I began to eat wondering how Jezzebelle would be today. I was genuinely concerned for her, she was my favourite student and I had always cared for her too much. I soon found out when I heard her feel pad across the kitchen floor and felt her arms wrap around my neck. "Morning Sir, Jonathon, sorry. I'm still not used to the idea that you're my Uncle."
"I don't think I'll ever be used to that idea either Jezzebelle. Do you want anything to eat?"
"Only something I can't have so I'll stick with a cup of tea please." She rubbed my chest as she continued to speak; "if you tell me where the stuff is I'll make it myself." She kissed me on the cheek and moved towards the cabinets, "by the way, do you honestly mean what you said last night about me staying here?"
"Tea's in the top cupboard, cups in the bottom on the left hand side;" I said whilst watching her move. The T-shirt barely covered her and when she reached into the top cupboard it rode up just enough, I saw her lovely ass and pussy which caused my cock to twitch. "As your teacher, I am obliged to keep you safe. As your Uncle I feel as though there is that duty also. As a lover though, I just want you here to have you whenever I want." As I watched her move I became utterly transfixed by her every small movement, the way her breasts moved under my top, the way her butt jiggled too, or how I didn't care about how much stomach she had, she was mine and perfect. "So you want the day off school?"
"Hell yeah. I don't fancy the questions going on and on about why my Mum slapped you last night. If you didn't notice, everyone saw."
I called in first, "Sorry*cough*I can't stop coughing today*cough cough* I think I may be
coming down with something *cough* I don't want the *cough* students to get it. *Cough* I only have A Level students today *cough* they can just do their compositions *cough cough*" They appeared to believe it, in the end I was genuinely coughing from the amount of times I had faked it.
"Is this the sixth form department? Hello, this is Eleanor Roache, Jezzebelle won't be coming in today. She has woken up with a fever and swollen glands, I can't imagine her being in tomorrow either but I will call up and let you know. Thank you very much." Jezzebelle was sitting on the other dining room chair with her feet on my lap as she called up, "did they believe it do you think?"
"Well you did sound like a moody bitch so quite possibly. Now go find something to wear, you're moving today." I pushed her feet off of me and watched her saunter away.
**
I had nothing here, just my school bag and the clothes I was wearing the night before. I couldn't wear the same knickers two days in the row so I left them at the end of the bed folded up to wash, instead I just wore my skin tight black school trousers. I put yesterday's bra on and rummaged through Jonathon's wardrobe to find his biggest shirt which was still too tight for me, it did up around my stomach but it left my breasts completely exposed which was fine, only Jonathon would see. The door swung open and he walked in, "fuck Jezzebelle. Are you trying to kill me?"
"Honest Sir, I have no other clothes. This will have to do." He looked me up and down as I felt my breathing quicken in anticipation, walking towards him he held his hand out for me to take. Linking our fingers together I looked up at him before closing my eyes and letting his kiss consume me.
"Ok, we need to go get your stuff when your mum is out. When does she work?"
"8:30-1, then she will come home for lunch and leave from 2-6. We have a long time to get stuff out of there."
Half an hour later we were at my house, well, my old house now. Jonathon had boxes from where he recently moved and we began to pack. "Your room isn't quite how I expected it to be," he commented. It was cream with one wall packed out with posters and photos, mostly of London and times where Dad had taken me to various beaches across the country. Jonathon began to pull everything off my bookshelf and pack it in boxes before carting them outside and into his car. As he did this I packed my clothes, all my trousers in one box, tops in another, underwear in another and so on.
It was five-to-one when I said goodbye to my childhood home. I didn't leave a note or anything but merely got in the packed car with Jonathon. As we began to pull out of the driveway my Mum pulled in. "I knew you would chose him you fucking slut. You fucking fat slut. Don't ever think about coming back, go be with your sugar daddy!" We pulled away still listening to her yelling, everyone in the street much have heard her yelling a slur of profanities at us.
We spent the next few hours unpacking my belongings, my hundreds of books joined Jonathon's small collection packing the dining room out, there was no longer walls just books.
