This is the story of how I fell in love with my beautiful young niece Jan a number of years ago. It's not something that I would recommend to everybody as it has caused both of us happiness and grief in equal measure. Gentle flirtation, long discussions together and mutual respect and understanding had led us to a particular weekend when the stars conspired to leave two desperately emotionally wounded and vulnerable people together. This is the first part, so hopefully you will read the second part when I write it.
The days leading up to her arrival here filled my mind with apprehension but also anticipation. She would be in the house from Friday night until Sunday, but the idea of her being so close both excited and alarmed me. Try though I might, concealing a crush on my 18 year old niece was something that I had to prepare to do and not allow either her or Auntie to suspect anything. When she arrived in the house, I could hardly bear the tension that I was feeling inside. Auntie had picked her up from the train station and Jan; she appeared in the front room as a vision of beauty and vitality, of light and darkness, of beauty and truth.
Still dressed in her school uniform, she had caught the train straight after school to arrive just before 9pm. She looked pleased to see me, but there was something behind her look, something troubled her. She hugged me, and I hugged her back, feeling her breasts crush against me and slyly taking the opportunity to smell her hair and to hold my hands against her hips but of course, from my lower body, acting as if it had a mind of his own He reacted, He had no morality, He felt the softness and He wanted to get his own way.
At the same time, the idea of ravishing and possessing her clashed with the notion of protecting one so vulnerable. The previous weekend, whilst staying at her house, I had rummaged around in her gym bag and after finding a pair of her dirty knickers had very quickly made my way to the bathroom. Here, holding the panties under my nose, the smell of her young pussy on the light cotton material had caused my penis to become so erect that after very few strokes I had masturbated to such a delicious orgasm. This was not my proudest moment and when I think of my foray into her sports bag in her presence, I was immediately shamefully reminded of my indiscretion. Auntie, usually so perceptive, has not noticed Jan's lack of good humour, as she was in a rush to get away for her night shift which was to start in about an hour.
After Auntie left and she had eaten, I took her maroon blazer from where she have left it on the floor and hung it in the hallway. Back in the room, she sat in front of me, a bit more relaxed, her hair falling down her shoulders. As she looked towards the fire lighting in the corner of the room, my eyes glanced up and down at her body, taking in so quickly her breasts straining against her white cotton blouse, her legs, with the skirt riding up well over her knees, and those glorious white cotton ankle socks she wore over the wedge shoes, the sight of which make Him react. How was I going to survive the whole evening alone with her?
After a few moments of chit chat, it came out, the whole story. I suppose that she trusted me because of my profession and knew that I would not be telling her parents. She was almost inconsolable. I got her to tell it from the very start. The boy, that boy ... On the school tour, he had persuaded her to walk away from the main party and in a quiet, private area he had started to feel her breasts, with her responding. He had put his hand up her skirt and after some initial protests, he had gotton partially into Jan before ejaculating too soon.
My immediate reaction was one of horror. How she could have been so stupid, I thought to myself. My anger was more directed against him. The most immediate concern was pregnancy. We talked about her cycle and date the whole sordid event to about two days after her last period, so the chances of her being pregnant were slim. This, thankfully was confirmed when we checked it out with one Auntie's kits.
"Thanks Uncle, that is such a relief! I'm finished with guys my own age ... pity you're not 20 years younger. I could have liked you so much. You seem to understand me and you treat me like an adult!"
Jan hugged me.
"It's OK ... Darling," I answered.
The word slipped out and it was out now and forever. She noticed and I saw her smile to herself.
"Uncle, can I ask you a personal question?".
"Sure, honey."
"Well, it's about the last time you stayed with us ... No, forget about it ... Can I take a bath? I feel so sticky in these clothes. I can't wait to get out of this dreadful uniform!"
