####All people featured in this story are over the age of 18###
Ever since she was a kid my niece loved me. I do not know why she did exactly. I am not anything too special. Well, I was the fun uncle, but only when compared to her mother. My sister ruled her household with an iron fist after her divorce. I tried to be understanding, and I think Alison responded well to my approach.
I sometimes thought Alison may have even had a crush on me. Young girls can be quite silly. A childish bout of infatuation with her favorite adult, nothing that would last. I did think it was cute the way she always tried to impress me with her drawings. I think my sister grew a bit jealous of my relationship with Alison.
It has been over a decade since I have seen my little Princess, in person. I could thank my sister for that inconvenience. My sister decided it was best for Alison to be raised away from the rest of the family. We were a "negative influence."
It did not stop Alison and me from keeping in touch. As soon as my sister gave Alison a cell phone, Alison got my phone number and started calling me almost daily. We kept in touch through the years.
I watched Alison evolve from wearing shoes that lit up when she took steps to trying to find the best dress to show off her figure. I had to admit it. Alison had a nice figure. Alison always looked pleased to hear that from me and blew me a kiss. I loved to way Alison and I could playfully flirt.
Alison made me proud. She was slowly turning into a smart, beautiful woman who would make some man happy one day. Alison was not too confident in herself, but what 20 year old is? I thought part of her lack of confidence could be traced back to the sheltered life my sister gave her. Her mother and I both wondered how Alison would cope being away from home for college. She did splendidly. College was a place where Alison could begin to leave her shell. She was much more confident and open to new experiences.
Now Alison was back home. Back inside her real home, our hometown. Her mother decided now was the time to return home and reunite her with the family. My sister had a decade to fill Alison's mind with whatever she wanted, there was nothing family members could do to ruin it. Alison was a perfect little lady. It was nice to know Alison was back in town even if my sister had neglected to tell me their new address.
A phone call one evening changed that. The call was from my sister.
She said,"I am going to be out of town for the next 5 days. Could you pay Alison a surprise visit once or twice while I'm gone? I need you to keep her on her toes. I'll text you the address and where to find the spare key to let yourself in. Make sure she doesn't have any boys over." My sister then rattled off a list of rules I should enforce. No sugary foods, no eating in the living room, no fun.
I, of course, said yes. I could not pass on a chance to see my favorite niece. I packed a few days worth of clothes the moment I got off the phone. Instead of playing rule police I would much rather stage an impromptu uncle and niece sleep over. It was the perfect way to make up for all the lost time.
I arrived at Alison's house around eight that night. I retrieved the spare key. The house was completely dark excluding a faint light shining through the living room windows. I walked up the steps to the door. My hand firmly grabbed the doorknob. I heard it. The sound of breathing. A gentle gasp that almost sounded like a moan. I froze. I listened closer. I heard nothing.
I thrust the key into the lock and turned it. I heard the frantic noise of fabric rustling. A fairly familiar musky odor hit me. I knew exactly what was going on in this room. My sister would die if she found out Alison had brought someone home.
Pushing my way into the living room, I saw a women lying on the sofa, alone. No other lover in sight. The woman I saw was Alison, but my brain was reluctant to accept it. Her face was flushed. Sweat clung to the big T-shirt she wore. Her hands pushed down her t-shirt in order to cover her most private areas. The shirt was stretched thin. Her pink bra shown through the stretched shirt. It drew my eyes. A sweet scent of her perfume mixed with the smell of sex and assaulted my nose. My cock came to attention. This could not be my little Princess.
Alison stared at me with wide eyes. I looked back with burning with desire behind my eyes. Alison squeezed the ball of shirt fabric in her hands harder. She squirmed underneath my gaze. Then it hit me. This was my little Princess. It was wrong to think about Alison like this. I tried my best to turn to hide my hard cock from my little Princess. She should not have this effect on me. My cock pressed against my jeans. It did not care about the taboo, but I did.
I smiled at Alison. "Guess who?" I asked. She stared at me for a few more seconds before it clicked. Alison grinned. "Uncle, what are you doing here?" She bolted towards me before hopping in my arms and wrapping her legs around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her to support her. I ignore my cock twitching at the hope of getting the release it wanted. Alison smiled and kissed my cheek.
I said,"I heard your mother was away, and I wanted to know if you were available for a sleepover."
She replied, "You know it, but you have to let me paint your fingernails."
"Someone wants me to put their hand in a bucket of warm water while they sleep."
"You wouldn't do that you love me."
"No, everyone knows my little Princess has a crush on her uncle."
"Only because you're the best."
"You know your mom doesn't think so."
"I don't care what mom thinks. You know sometimes a woman has to have fun." She looked down at something.
I put Alison down. She returned back to her seat on the couch. She patted the spot on the couch next to her. I sat next to Alison hoping she ignore the tent in my pants.
Alison laid on the living room couch. A large shirt hung off of her body. Her eyes were fixed on her phone. Alison had gentle curves my eyes could not ignore. I swallowed. Alison was not the little girl who left town anymore. She was definitely a woman, a beautiful woman.
A beautiful woman whose body assaulted my senses at that moment I walked through the door of her house. I took in a deep breath.
Alison quickly glanced up at me. She looked up at me again, longer this time. It felt like Alison could look past my face into the darker recesses of my mind. Could she see it? Did she notice her presence alone made her uncle's cock spring to attention? Alison grinned. She placed her head on my shoulders. "Hey, Princess, what's up?" I asked.
"Nothing much," she said. She threw her leg on onto my lap.
I flinched as I noticed her bare leg pressed against my crotch. Maybe it was just an innocent mistake. The movement of her legs caused the hem of her shirt to slide up her thighs. I stared at my feet. She must not have noticed I could almost see her panties.
"How's college going Alison?"
Her phone vibrated. "Great, it is nice to be around new people. You know mom homeschooled me through high school. There are so many cute guys in the world."
Alison returned to tapping on her phone. Her mouth moved but no words came out. I took a peek at her phone to see the message she was typing. It read I can't describe the way he looked at me, but he made me so wet ohmygod.
"Looks like you are becoming pretty popular Princess." Alison noticed I saw the message she sent. She blushed. She scrambled over to the other side of the sofa. She said,"Oh, I'm just texting my girlfriend."
"You're a lesbian, Princess?"
Alison burst into laughter. "Uncle, why do you look so disappointed? Macy is just my best friend."
My cheeks turned red. "I - I knew some guys your age are just aching for a chance to get inside— I mean with you."
I thought I saw Alison glance down at my crotch. I must have imagined it.
