This story depicts incest, non-consensual sex, and abuse of authority as part of a fantasy tale, but it does not promote or endorse these behaviours in real life. All characters are the age of consent or older.
The story is a nod to the Japanese schoolgirl and European geezer-and-teen porn genres. It is about an older uncle being sexually submissive to schoolgirls who range from innocent to brazen, as well as some female staff at the school. The sex mostly focuses on exploration, titillation, and humiliation, but a couple of light domination scenes are included in later chapters for fun.
Although the story starts realistically, it gets gonzo at a few points, starting in the next chapter. The story is written as a time-compressed, hypersexual romp. In order to focus on the sensuous details and the debauched fantasy, it is "overdescribed" and only lightly plotted. Exposition, character development, and realistic pacing have been traded off for a focus on series of sexual vignettes. Think of it being like a video clip compilation of sex scenes from a dirty movie. The story is meant to be playful, not literary.
***** THURSDAY *****
*** Arrival ***
From his upper floor apartment window, Peter Summers watched a taxi pull up and his niece jump out. Skipping around the cab, she yanked up the handle of her suitcase, which the driver had lifted out of the trunk, and then gave him a surprising hug, which knocked him off-balance.
Miori had always been a silly girl like that. No—irrepressible would be a better way to describe her. She was a handful—a consideration that caused Peter some pause before agreeing to let her come stay. He was just beginning a quiet, solo retirement, after all. But he had a special relationship with his niece, and in truth, he was excited about her living with him for her final year at St. Lascivious, a prestigious prep school in town.
Miori scampered toward the building entrance, her sandals clacking on the sidewalk, her sundress flipping up behind her, and her two short ponytails swinging back and forth in unison as she ran. As her suitcase wheels bumped up and down on the uneven sidewalk, so did her breasts—much to Peter's surprise. Those were new, or at least, new since his last visit to his sister's place a couple of years ago.
Breast development aside, Miori still seemed very young. She was 18 years old but didn't look it—or act like it, for that matter. Her Asian appearance came from her Japanese father, and her fine facial features contributed to her resembling a little girl and would probably continue to do so well into middle age.
"Pizza Oven delivery," a young voice called out over the intercom.
"I didn't order any pizza," Peter replied.
"Uncle Pete," the girl said, giggling. "It's me."
"I didn't order any nieces either."
"Uncle Peter!"
He buzzed her up. Irrepressible, he thought.
The two of them had been very close when he used to live near his sister, before moving across the country for work. Since then, he had stayed in close touch with his niece by phone and social media.
Miori's parents were strict in raising her, which might partly explain why she acted younger than her age. In any case, Peter served as her sanctuary. He used to drive her to the mall without her parents knowing and let her keep contraband, like teen magazines, at his place. Often, she would tell her parents that she wanted to study at his place, but the two of them would cuddle on the couch watching videos instead—cartoons in the early years and romance films later on. Luckily, she was a good student, so the study ruse was never uncovered.
Peter walked out into the hallway as the elevator doors opened and Miori flew out.
"Uncle Pete," she yelled, running towards him and ditching her suitcase en route. She leaped into his arms. It was a good thing she was still petite.
"I'm here," she said, panting into his ear. She hugged his shoulders and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
"So you are," he said. The feeling of her breasts mushing into his chest was a novel experience.
"I told you I could find your place."
"Well, you did have my address."
"And I'm never leaving," she said, giving him a big kiss on the cheek. Then she stared at him with a huge smile.
"Welcome kisses," she declared, repeatedly kissing him on his cheek and then working down to his neck before going back to hugging him. A ponytail flipped into his eye. She smelled faintly of baby powder and citrus.
"I think your mom is going to want you back at some point," he said. "Go grab your bag, and we'll go in."
"Un-un," she said, moving around to face him, her button nose nearly touching his. "You can never put me down."
"Never?" he said. "I don't think I can carry you around for 10 months."
"No, Uncle Pete," she said, slapping his shoulder. "Not 10 months. Forever."
"All right," he said with a smirk. "Let's go."
He waddled awkwardly down the hall with his payload straddling his hips. He tried looking past his niece's face to find the suitcase, but she kept swivelling her face in front to get in his way.
"You're being a pain," he said.
"Nope." She kissed his cheek and rested her head back on his shoulder. "You love me."
He struggled with the bag and squirming girl but got the entire production safely back inside the apartment. Sidling into the kitchen, he set her down on the counter.
"Don't put me down," she cried, slapping his back. "Don't put me down."
"Here, let go for a minute. I want to give you something."
She released him. "What are you giving me?"
"Your seat on the counter."
"Uncle Peter!" She screwed up her face, but her eyes twinkled, melting his heart.
For the first time, he really got to examine his niece up close. She was still his little girl, but she had matured. Her eyes seemed more knowing, her lips fuller. Without trying to stare, he peeked below his sightline at her bust. Soft and round, her breasts had really filled in. A bit of cleavage appeared teasingly at her neckline.
"Uncle Pete, come back here," she said, bouncing on the counter. "I have to tell you something."
"What is it?"
"Come here," she demanded, reaching with her arms. "It's a secret."
Relenting, he moved closer until she ensnared him again. "So what's the secret?"
Miori moved her mouth to his ear. Her breathing against his neck sent a shiver down his body. "Monster kisses!" she declared, assaulting him with big "smacky" kisses on his cheek, his neck, his ear, his mouth, his chin, his mouth, his other cheek, his mouth, his nose, his mouth—where she lingered.
He let her linger. Her lips were cushy, her kisses tender. He had never kissed his niece like that before. Then he snapped out of it and pushed himself back. Her eyes stared into his softly.
"Uncle Pete?" she whispered.
"Yes?" he said, coughing.
She jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist again. "Let's go in the other room and talk about school."
"Good idea," he said, waddling with her to the couch and plopping himself down with her straddling his lap. She laid her head on his shoulder.
"So I thought we could go visit the school tomorrow," he said. "Walk around. Get a lay of the land before your appointment with the dean on Saturday."
"I'm not going to school."
"Well, we don't have to go tomorrow, but we do have to buy your uniforms tomorrow."
"I'm never going to go."
"You're not?"
"No, I decided," she said, lifting her face. "We're getting married, and I'm going to live here with you."
He choked then smiled. "Are your parents okay with this?"
"We're not going to tell them."
