My name is Robert and I'm a spoiled only child. My parents weren't well to do but they were upper middle class. There wasn't much I wanted that I didn't get. Birthdays, Christmas, Easter, there were gifts on all of them.
I did well in school. I didn't finish high school as valedictorian. The girl next door with a grade point average 0.009 higher than mine won that honor. That only B grade, in sophomore year German, cost me. However, it was good enough to get a full scholarship at a prestigious university. My father and mother picked up the essentials, books, food plans, parking fees, apartment, beer, condoms and other expenses.
The apartment gave me a boost up in popularity. I didn't have to live in the dorms and I had my own party place. I wasn't the best liked man on campus but I did have the most women spending time with me during my four years there.
My folks weren't religious but they did subscribe to a mostly American ethic. Christian philosophy, honesty, morality and a strong belief in the Golden Rule: "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you." I used that last principle to my advantage, rationalizing that if coeds wanted to fuck me, I should fuck them back.
I married Susan, a year after graduation. I met her at university during my senior year. She moved in with me and changed my lifestyle. I had never juggled two women at the same time. It just didn't seem moral or proper at the time. I was a considerate and serial fucker. When Susan moved in, she instantly became my one and only partner, a condition that continues to this day.
We've been married eleven years. We both have corporate jobs with large companies. I'm a project manager for an international construction corporation and Sue works in Human Resources for a well-known pharmaceutical company as a training course developer and instructor. Our combined income, as reported to the IRS in April each year, places us in the top two percent of family income, above my parents and probably Susan's.
We don't have any children. At least none that I'm aware of. We've never had the time and now, at thirty-five, Susan isn't anxious to have any. However, she does have a niece. Francie, who everyone in the family except her mother calls Gidget, a nick name given to her by her grandmother who was a fan of the 1959 movie. Gidget graduated from high school, took a year off to "find herself" and has now been admitted to the same university that Susan and I graduated from.
Gidget is the daughter of Susan's older sister, Maryanne. Maryanne is ten years older than Sue and fifteen years younger in maturity. Maryanne has always been a party girl and she married Stan, who she met during a weekend bender. Most of us believe that Gidget is a product of that weekend although Stan denies it. Both could be true but it would take a DNA test to prove it.
Gidget has a brother, ten years younger than she is. Maryanne claims that young Stan was another accident. Based on Maryanne's party lifestyle, usually without her husband, young Stan could have been an accident although his dad claims that he's actually responsible. Maryanne's memory is unclear about the details. She's an accident looking for a bed to happen.
Sue and Maryanne had a long negotiation about Gidget's impending university career. Maryanne was concerned that Francie had limited impulse control and the freedom that accompanied living in the university dorms would lead to another family accident. Obviously, a family genetic disorder. Inconceivably, and without consulting me, Sue suggested that Gidget could live with us during her college years. We were close to the university and she could attend as a commuting student and avoid the mandatory first year of residency in the dorms. Maryanne agreed that we would be a good influence on Francie and could chaperone her dates as necessary. Depriving Gidget an easy place to have sex was a bonus.
Gidget moved in two weeks before the start of the semester. Originally, I objected. My objections that the loss of privacy would impact our own sexual activity were dismissed by Sue. She promised to keep up our activity although with the bedroom door closed. When I mentioned the frequent encounters we had outside the bedroom, she committed to more and better sex in the bedroom. I didn't mention my other concern. Gidget had a body like her mother. Long hair, pouty lips, rounded hips and enormous tits. She was always flirty around me and I was worried that my resistance would be challenged if she lived with us.
My private concerns erupted the moment Gidget arrived. She arrived with her luggage and her body. It was early August and the warm summer days didn't demand much clothing. Gidget was more than happy to dress for the season. Her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail and she was wearing a tube top and low cut, extremely short, painted on denim shorts without panty lines. Daisy Duke would have been embarrassed wearing them. I rushed her off the porch and into the house before the neighbors saw her. Sue helped her settle into our guest bedroom while I hid in the den watching a baseball game. I don't remember which teams were playing. I couldn't get seeing Gidget on our doorstep out of my head.
My concerns only mounted as the day progressed. The way Gidget greeted me with a tight hug, pressing her warm, soft breasts against my chest, was a watch alert. The kiss on the lips to thank me for offering her a place to live during university elevated the watch to a warning.
By dinner time, Gidget was feeling completely at home. She changed into something she referred to as casual and comfortable. The short, summer dress barely reached to eight inches above her knees and the spaghetti strap top revealed more cleavage than usually seen on the beach. Add to that, I didn't think she was wearing underwear. The way her overlarge breasts moved under her dress confirmed the absence of a bra and the quick peeks she offered me convinced me that panties were also nonexistent.
I mentioned Gidget's outfit to Sue. I was clear that it bothered me and that I believed that Gidget had thoughts beyond just living with Uncle Rob and Aunt Sue.
"Just how does her outfit bother you?" asked Sue although I think she already knew the answer.
"I may be her uncle but I'm also a guy," I told my wife. "Seeing her dressed like that causes my mind to wander and that wandering, or fantasies if you wish, cause other parts of my body to react in socially inconvenient ways."
"You mean, she gives you an erection," stated Sue.
"I was trying to avoid that terminology but you're right, she gives me an erection," I admitted.
"I understand," said Sue. "It's natural for you, as a guy, to have that reaction. You have similar reactions about me," she said.
"The difference is, you're my wife and Gidget is my niece. We have an outlet that I don't have, and don't desire, with Gidget," I stated.
"You mean you can fuck me but you can't fuck Gidget," clarified Sue.
"Once again, you're correct," I agreed. "What can we do about it?" I asked.
"I'll speak to her," promised Sue.
"Thank you," I responded.
Sue's conversation with Gidget was moderately successful. Gidget continued to wear the short sundresses around the house but she added a bra and panties, although the bra was a push-up and the panties bright red and shone through the thin fabric of her dresses.
"How's Gidget doing?" asked Sue several days later.
"It's better but not ideal," I said
"Well, she shared with me that she dresses like that at home all the time and no one has a problem. I shared your problem with her and she agreed to moderate her dress to ease your discomfort," said Sue.
"You shared my problem?" I asked fearful of Sue's answer.
"I did," she said.
"You told her I was having erection problems?" I asked more clearly.
"How else was I to explain why she needed to dress more conservatively?" asked Sue.
"I think you may have made the problem worse, not better," I opined.
"How so?" asked Sue.
"Now that she knows she has an effect on me, she may find other ways beside how she dresses, to influence my reactions," I told her.
"Why don't we cross that bridge if it arises," said Sue.
I was correct. Gidget changed her approach. We live in a modest house without a lot of open space. The two bedrooms and home office on the second floor share a bathroom with an entry on the hallway. It seemed that Gidget and I couldn't pass each other anywhere in the house without her breast dragging along my arm. One evening, the bathroom door was ajar and I entered without thinking to relieve myself. Gidget was just getting out of the shower. She grabbed a towel to cover herself and turned around. I excused myself but, in that brief second, I saw more than I was supposed to see. I suddenly knew that Gidget shaved her pussy, had pert pink nipples and the cutest ass in the house. On second thought, I believed that Gidget intended me to see exactly what I saw.
I discussed it with Sue.
"Rob," Sue said. "We're living with a nineteen-year-old girl in the twenty-first century. Accidents are bound to happen. It wouldn't be any different if she were our own daughter."
"She's not our daughter and these things are no accident," I insisted.
"Ease up," Sue counselled me. "Put your man pants on and deal with it. Enjoy what she gives you. You don't have to fuck her," she added.
"And if it comes to that, what should I do?" I asked.
"Come and find me or lock yourself in the bathroom with a bar of soap. Either way, I'd be glad to help," offered Sue.
