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 ï>¿Teasing Uncle Carl byjimmyb9942Â(C)

   Carrie...

   I've always liked wearing really short dresses and skirts.  Especially
dresses.  I guess I really got started when I was a senior in high school.
I grew a lot during the summer and fall before my senior year.  I was about
5' 3" at the end of 11th grade and 5' 9" by Thanksgiving of my senior year.
It was mostly my legs that got longer.  I have to admit they are now my
best physical asset.  Anyway I'm wearing mostly the same dresses now that
I'm 5 9 that I had been fairly short on me at 5 3.  Which made them really
short on me now.

   I noticed the boys at school starting to pay more attention to me and
once I caught a friend of my dad's staring at me when I was vacuuming the
living room after school.  I was wearing one of my school dresses and
leaning over to move the coffee table.  I turned around and my dad's friend
was looking at me with a funny look on his face.  He quickly looked away
and pretended to be reading a magazine he had in his hand.

   As the school year progressed, I started intentionally wearing the
shortest dresses I could get away with and making the most out of my long
legs.  I enjoyed sitting on the school steps during lunch, crossing and
uncrossing my legs while watching the group of boys who happened to be
standing at the foot of the steps grow larger and larger.  I was never
obvious about it.  I always made it look like I was unaware that I was
having an effect on anyone and never blatantly showed anything.

   While I was growing taller, my breasts also grew considerably.  They
were not huge but larger than most and protrude nicely from my slim frame.
After gym in the locker room, Julie, my best friend, kidded me that they
were the size of grapefruits.  That's probably about right except they're
more pointed than round and my nipples seem to always be erect.  I was
filling out my t-shirts in a way that was starting to draw attention from
the boys at school.

   My mom made we stop wearing t-shirts without a bra around the house
because my nipples were too obvious.  She said it was so I wouldn't look
like a slob but it was really the nipple thing.  I couldn't get away with
wearing any form fitting tops at school without a bra so I mostly had to
wear one.  I did have one loose fitting button up blouse that I
occasionally wore without a bra.  The buttons were fairly far apart
allowing it to gape open enough to give people a glimpse inside at part of
my breasts.

   I decided to go to Cosmetology school after high school.  It was one
among a number of careers I wanted to pursue.  I'm embarrassed to say it
but it was really seeing the play, Grease, and the "Beauty School Dropout"
segment that put the cosmetology thing in first place.  The school I wanted
to go to was in New York.  My Aunt Doris and Uncle Carl, who lived with
their dog Barney near the school, agreed to let me stay with them.  As a
kid I always liked going to visit them, they were so nice.  Uncle Carl is
now semi-retired.  He's a short, portly, balding man with a kind jovial
fatherly disposition.  Aunt Doris is a kind matronly woman who always
treated me as a daughter especially since they never had any kids of their
own.  As a little girl I used to stay with them for a few weeks during the
summer.  Some of my fondest memories are of curling up on Uncle Carl's lap
in my pyjamas and watching the late movies on Friday night.

   The day I arrived, while I was unpacking, I realized that I had
forgotten to bring my nightgown.  Aunt Doris graciously offered me one of
hers but it was a long grandmotherly gown that I couldn't bring myself to
wear.  Besides she is quite skinny and it would have been uncomfortably
tight.  As an alternative she found a pile of Uncle Carl's old shirts.  I
dug a well-worn undershirt, not a t-shirt but more like a big baggy
oversized version of a tank top with big loopy arm holes.  It was extremely
loose fitting, light, soft and comfortable.  Perfect to sleep in.  It would
easily fit at least two of me.

   I put on the shirt and went down stairs to tell them goodnight.  I was
surprised to see a funny, almost shocked, look on uncle Carl's face and he
kept nervously glancing at me.  I started to panic, wondering what was
wrong.  I said my goodnights and hurried back up to my room.  In front of
my mirror, I looked at myself to determine what could have caused that
reaction in uncle Carl.  It was then that I realized the shirt didn't
really do a lot to cover me up.  A good deal of my breasts were on display,
especially from the sides where the big loose arm holes allowed easy
viewing.  The front was cut a little low and the material was so worn thin
that it was hard not to notice my nipples pressing through.  The shirt was
also pretty short, barely coming down past my butt.  It was, after all, a
shirt, not a dress or nightgown and Uncle Carl was shorter than me so his
shirt was extra short for my taller body.  There were small slits on each
side that exposed the side of my panties.  Which brings me to the fact that
I did have on panties so the most that was going to happen was Uncle Carl
would see my panties.

   I found that as long as I was standing straight, I was basically
covered. You could still see quite a bit of my breasts from the side but
the nipples remained covered, although they were fairly obvious poking
through the material but still not directly visible.  My breasts held the
front of the shirt out away from my body giving the effect that it was
suspended from my nipples and causing it to shake when movement, like
walking, made my breasts jiggle.  Also if I was standing straight, the
bottom of the shirt kept my panties out of sight except the sides.  If I
raised my arms, like I had downstairs to give Uncle Carl and Aunt Doris a
goodnight hug, the bottom of the shirt would lift up exposing my panties.
Also, if I leaned forward at all, the front of the shirt would swing away
from the front of my body and all bets were off.

   I don't remember leaning over at all downstairs but I did raise my arms
so Uncle Carl would have gotten a peek at my panties.  That combined with
the partial views of my breasts may be what had cause the shocked look on
his face.

   I found the thought of my inadvertently displaying myself to him and his
reaction to it, exciting.

   I found myself trying different ways of standing and moving while
watching in the mirror to see how it would look from Uncle Carl's
perspective.

   It was exciting pretending Uncle Carl was watching as I leaned over just
enough so my breasts were almost completely visible, all except the
nipples, and pretending to scrub the top of my dresser to make them jiggle.
I found that from the front, I could bend over quite a bit, allowing a view
quite a ways down the front of my body without my nipples being exposed. 
The more I looked in the mirror, the more I thought about what it would be
like if Uncle Carl was actually watching me.

   Monday through Thursday, I got up early and went to school.  Aunt Doris
also went to work everyday.  Uncle Carl worked some of the days but never
on Friday.  I don't have classes on Friday so Friday morning it would just
be Uncle Carl and me.  I had a weird desire to tease Uncle Carl only
because he is so fatherly and would never act on anything he might see.  I
felt safe.

   Thursday night I slept in the undershirt like usual except I didn't wear
panties.  I had a hard time falling asleep thinking about the next morning
parading around in front of Uncle Carl wearing nothing but his skimpy
undershirt.

   I woke up excited in the morning.  I really wanted to go downstairs
dressed just like I was without panties but I chickened out.  There would
be time for that later.  I put on my favorite pair of panties, white cotton
bikini style with string ties on each side, The little tied bows stuck
through the little slits at the helm of the shirt.

   I took one last look at myself in the mirror and tried to picture the
view from Uncle Carl's perspective.  No matter what angle, there was a lot
of skin visible.  I took a deep breath and headed down the stairs.

   From the living room, I could see Uncle Carl in the kitchen.  The
kitchen was across the living room from the stairs.  It's a small squarish
room with a small round kitchen table in the middle.  Uncle Carl was
sitting at the table reading the paper.  I shouted good morning and started
walking towards him.  I had practiced this walk in my room.  It was just
springy enough to make my tits bounce noticeably under the shirt.  By the
look on his face it was indeed noticeable.  He kept looking at me, then
looking away.  I knew he was dying to look at me all over but couldn't
while I was looking at him.  I walked straight into the kitchen, past the
table he was sitting at and turned my attention to the sink to give Uncle
Carl a chance to take me all in.  I glanced back at him once and he seemed
to be staring at my hip where the bow of my panties poked through the
little slit at the side.  I reached up to the top shelf to get the pancake
mix, knowing the bottom of the shirt would rise up exposing the back of my
panties.  I took a glance look to see if he was looking and he was.  I
walked past him to the refrigerator.  I open the door and leaned in knowing
the shirt would ride up again even higher this time and my panty covered
bottom was just inches from him.  Leaning over also caused the shirt to
fall away from the front of my body.  From his angle, in back of me, he
would be able to tell that the whole front of me was exposed but he would
only be able to see the side of one of my bare breasts.

   I grabbed the eggs and milk, stood up and turned around.  Uncle Carl had
a strange, slightly shocked look on his face.  As I moved around the
kitchen preparing to make pancakes, we chatted small talk.  I found him
watching me more openly, stealing glances inside my shirt at my partially
exposed breasts when I turned to the side, watching my bare legs, waiting
for the periodic glimpse of panty when I leaned over or up.  He also seemed
to be fascinated by the little bows on the sides of my panties.

   I put the bowl on the small table across from him and stirred the
pancake batter.  I leaned over just far enough to give him a partial view
of my breasts down the front of my shirt and stirred just hard enough to
make them jiggle.  I looked up from the batter long enough to see that he
was entranced with the site.  If he would have been to the side instead of
in front of me, he would have had an unobstructed view of my breasts.

   I decided to go for it.  I moved a little around the table closer to his
side and make a big reach for the eggs across in front of him.  I could
feel the shirt swinging away from the front of my body exposing my breasts
just inches in front of his face.  I pretended to have trouble getting one
of the eggs out of the carton allowing him a longer look and causing my
bare breasts to jiggle in front of him.  When the egg finally came loose, I
"accidentally" leaned closer to him so that my naked breast brushed his
face as I moved back.  I finished making breakfast, moving around the
kitchen, giving Uncle Carl all kinds of peeks as I did.  I sat down
opposite him and we talked and ate breakfast.  He kept staring at my
nipples.

   After breakfast we moved to the living room where Uncle Carl sat on the
couch.  Barney the dog came out of Uncle Carl's room and went to the front
of the couch to visit him.  I went over to pet Barney leaning over him
knowing I was giving Uncle Carl a complete view down the front of my shirt,
probably all the way to my panties.  I sat on the floor playing with
Barney. I had my legs stretched out toward him knowing he could look up my
skirt and see my panties.  As Barney and I played I changed positions,
curling one leg up in front of me.  then both legs, then sitting cross
legged.  Each position giving him different and usually better view of my
skimpy panties.

   There was a little light fixture above the couch that held 4 light
bulbs. One of them was burned out.  I took the opportunity to get a small
stool and try to replace it.  I was standing on the stool right in front of
him and reaching up which caused the shirt to rise up giving him a great
view of the front of my panties only a few inches from him as well as a
view up inside of the baggy shirt.  I'm not sure how far up he could see
but a quick glance at him told me he was definitely looking.  I was getting
more and more excited knowing he was watching.  I hopped down and went into
the kitchen to get a new light bulb.  I decided to try something.  I untied
one side of my panties and left the strings just looped over each other. 
It was enough to keep my panties up for the time being.  I went back to my
position on the stool.  Uncle Carl noticed the untied string right away and
didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off it.  As I screwed in the bulb,
I could feel my panties start to loosen up and slip.  I chickened out, got
down off the stool and retied the string with Uncle Carl watching.  A few
minutes later I went back up to my room.

   I couldn't stop thinking about the whole episode.  I kept picturing
Uncle Carl getting peeks at my breasts and panties.  I wondered if he was
thinking about it too.

   Uncle Carl...

   I was happy when I found out my brother's daughter Carrie would be
staying with us.  She had visited us a number of times both with and
without her family.  She was a good kid, always well behaved and pleasant
to be around.  I hadn't seen her in a couple years.

   When she showed up a the door, I couldn't believe my eyes.  She had
grown into a gorgeous young woman.  She was quite slim, taller than me,
with shoulder lenght dark hair and a beautiful face.  She had filled out in
all the right places.  I tried not to notice but it seemed like for such a
thin girl her breasts were fairly large.  It didn't take long talking to
her before I realized she was still the same great person I had known when
she was younger.

   The first night, she realized she had neglected to pack a nightgown and
Doris went up to help her find something to wear.  An hour or so after
Doris came back down stairs, Carrie came down dressed in one of my old
undershirts.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  As a nightgown the shirt was
extremely short.  The first thing I noticed was what looked like miles of
bare slim legs sticking out the bottom of the shirt.  I could see the sides
of her panties through the small slits at the sides of the shirt.  Then she
started walking towards us and I noticed her breasts bouncing under the
loose cloth.  As she got closer the obvious imprint of her nipples drew my
attention.  It was becoming obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra
underneath.  The shirt was so baggy that it only hung loosely on her.  In
particular it seemed to be suspended in front from her nipples.  As she
walked toward me, the material swung slightly to one side and then the
other, exposing parts of the sides of her breasts.  When she turned to the
side to talk to Doris I realized how open the sides of the shirt were.  The
sides of the oversized shirt were open more than half way down to her waist
exposing a lot of skin.  From the side the way the baggy shirt draped
itself over the tips of her breasts holding the cloth out away from the
front of her body made much of the sides of her breasts visible.  For such
a slim girl she had large beautiful breasts that stood out proudly away
from her chest.  I was entranced with the curve of the bottoms of her
breasts and tried unsuccessfully to keep from staring at them.

   Suddenly she turned and went back upstairs.  I watched her long bare
legs disappear up the stairway.

   That night and the rest of the week, I couldn't get the picture of her
in that shirt out of my mind.

   Friday morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper
after Doris had left for work.  Reacting to a sound, I looked over and say
Carrie standing at the bottom of the stairs dressed in the undershirt.  As
she walked toward me, I was stunned by the image of her bouncing breasts
beneath the loose shirt.  As he walked past me the view changed from that
of a giggling shirt to glimpses of her bare tits bouncing seen though the
open side of the shirt.

   She stepped up to the sink.  My eyes were drawn to the small slits at
the bottom sides of the shirt where I could see little bows of the strings
which held the front and back of the panties together.  I couldn't believe
she was comfortable wearing so little clothing in front of me however I
found it exciting.  I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she moved around the
kitchen.  It seemed like wherever she moved there were different parts of
her body on display.

   She reached up to the top shelf of the cupboard causing the bottom of
the shirt to rise up exposing her cute panty covered bottom.  She came over
closer to me and leaned into the refrigerator almost pushing her delightful
bottom into my face.  I could tell the front of the shirt was hanging loose
and leaving her breasts exposed.  From my angle I could only see the side
of one of her bare breasts.

   Later, she was reaching from the right across the table in front of me
trying to get eggs out of the carton on my left.  The side of the shirt
hung down exposing most of her left breast just inches from my face.  As
she struggled with the eggs the side of the shirt hung loose enough to
maddeningly expose all but the nipple of her jiggling breast.  Then as she
reached even farther her whole beautifully bare breast came into view.  Her
breasts were very pointed with her tall erect nipples perched on the ends.
No wonder her nipples were so obvious beneath her t-shirt.  They had looked
terrific through the thin shirt but the unobstructed view of them was truly
fantastic.  She worked in that position for what seemed like a blissful
eternity and I could do nothing but stare at her exposed breast and darling
nipple.  As she got the eggs free of the carton she seemed to lose her
balance falling slightly towards me causing her bare breast to press
momentarily press into my face.  The quick sensation of her bare breast
touching my face sent an electrical shock through me.

   During breakfast we made small talk and I tried unsuccessfully not to
stare at her nipples pressing through the thin fabric and the exposed parts
of her breasts.

   After we ate I went into the living room and sat on the couch.  Barney
came in and sat in front of me.  Carrie came up and started petting Barney
leaning over towards me as she did.  The loose shirt billowed away from her
body giving me an incredible view down the front.  I could see the whole
front of her naked body, both lusciously full breasts all the way to the
erect nipples as well as her flat stomach and skimpy white panties.

   After that Carrie sat on the floor in front of me petting Barney.  She
didn't seem to make any effort to keep me from seeing her panties from
nearly every angle possible including one point when she was sitting cross
legged with the crotch of her skimpy panties in full view.  Occasionally
she would lean over towards me far enough for me to see her breasts down
the front of her shirt.

   Later she noticed that one of the bulbs in the lamp above the couch was
burned out.  Leaning over me and stretching up she worked to unscrew the
bad bulb.  The front of her shirt hung far away from her body almost above
my head allowing a close up view of the front of her panties as well as a
view up inside her shirt of her beautifully slim body and the undersides of
her bare breasts.  She got the bulb out and went to the kitchen to get a
new one.  As she was walking back I notice the strings on one side of her
panties hanging loose.  The knot had come untied and only the stings looped
loosely over each other were holding her panties together on one side.  I
watched that side intently as she loomed above me screwing in the new bulb.
As she moved slightly the string seemed to loosen more and one side of her
now loosely fitting panties started to slide down.  It slid down far enough
to expose a hint of trimmed pubic hair peeking out of the top of her
panties before she finished, stepped down and retied it.  An action I found
intriguing.  She then went back upstairs.  She was fully dressed when she
came back down.



   For the rest of the day and week, I could think of nothing else.  Every
time I closed my eyes I say Carrie's long legs or bare breasts or skimpy
panties.  During the next week, when I saw her fully dressed, part of me
was picturing her in the skimpy undershirt or less.

   I kept thinking about Friday, wondering if this Friday morning would be
like last week with Carrie running around in that skimpy undershirt. 
Thursday night I couldn't sleep thinking about it.  I spent the night with
visions of Carrie's partially exposed breasts peeking out of that shirt.



   Teasing Uncle Carl Ch.  02

   Carrie...

   I woke up.  I had been sleeping in Uncle Carl's shirt and nothing else.
My plan this time was to go down stairs wearing just the shirt, no panties.
I started down the stairs, chickened out, Went back upstairs, put on
panties, started down stairs again.  In a moment of bravery and excitement,
I changed my mind again.  I slid my panties off and left them on the top
step.

   Descending the stairs, I became aware of air passing between my legs and
over my bare bottom, making me ultra aware that I wasn't wearing panties.

   When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see Uncle Carl sitting
at the kitchen table just like he had been last week.  I took a deep
breath, called to him, and started the walk across the living room into the
kitchen.  It seemed like that walk occurred in slow motion.  The shirt, was
baggy and over sized and sort of billowed around me and was held out away
from the front of my body by my breasts.  The result was that from the
waist on down, the cloth barely touched my body anywhere.  As I walked I
got the sensation that I was naked from my breasts on down since I could
feel nothing covering me except an occasional wispy brush of cloth on skin.
The feeling was both frightening and exciting.

   Uncle Carl stood up as I entered the kitchen.  I gave him a hug making
me ultra conscious of my near nakedness.  I stepped over to the counter
getting ready to make breakfast.  I could feel his eyes on me.  I've heard
people use that phrase but until now I had never really felt someone
looking at me.  I reached up for a package of cereal from the top shelf
knowing I was exposing my bare bottom to him.  I was rewarded by a quiet
gasp from Uncle Carl.  I knew now that he was positive I wasn't wearing
anything under the skimpy shirt.  The thought excited me.

   I went over to the refrigerator next to Uncle Carl.  I leaned in to get
the milk intentionally allowing the back of my shirt to ride up letting him
get a closer look at my bare bottom just a couple feet from him.  I stayed
that way much longer than I needed to.  Part of me wanted to show him
everything.

   I continued working around the kitchen always conscious of the view I
was providing for uncle Carl.

   Suddenly I had an exciting idea.  I hopped up on the end of the counter
directly in front of him.  I could feel the cold counter against my bare
bottom and realized that the back of my shirt barely reached down far
enough to meet the counter.

   I sat with my side facing Uncle Carl and ate my cereal.  Sitting as I
was at eye level and feeling the cool counter top against my bare bottom, I
felt especially exposed.  When I leaned over to put my dish in the sink I
was very aware of the front of the shirt falling away, exposing the whole
front of my body to Uncle Carl.  I glanced over and saw him apparently
spellbound at the site.  On a whim, I swung my legs around so that I was
facing my Uncle.  I'm pretty sure that during the move, the space between
my legs must have been in view.  Now with my legs together, I wasn't sure.
The shirt, after all, made a very short dress and even with my legs
together they're may not have been enough to it to keep me covered.  One
look at Carl and I knew at least my trimmed pubic triangle must be in view.

   Uncle Carl...

   Friday morning I was up early after not sleeping much.  I was sitting at
the kitchen table reading the paper like I do every morning except this
morning I couldn't concentrate on the news.  I couldn't keep my mind off
Carrie in that shirt.  I was hoping for a Friday morning like last Friday.
Would she come down and hang around half undressed like she did last week?
I was waiting impatiently.  I kept thinking I heard noises from upstairs
then nothing.

   Finally I heard movement for sure and momentarily I heard her coming
down the stairs.  Would she already be dressed or would she still be
wearing the shirt she slept in.  I saw bare feet which became bare legs
coming down the stairs.  More and more long legs and still not a sign of
clothing.  She stopped momentarily.  Still bare legs to her upper thigh. 
If she was dressed, she must be wearing something very short.

   Then she quickly finished the last few steps coming fully in view.  I
wasn't disappointed.  She was wearing the shirt.  Even from across the
room, I could see the imprint of her nipples and the side of her left
breast.  She smiled and walked towards me, her incredible breasts jiggling
under the thin material.  I stood up, she gave me a quick hug and walked
past me to the sink.  I couldn't resist peeking into the open side of her
shirt as she walked by.  What incredible breasts.

   Then something happened that I'll never forget.  She was standing with
her side facing me.  I was admiring her beautiful bare legs all the way
from her bare feet up to where they disappeared up into the shirt.  Then I
noticed, the slit at the bottom where last week I could see the bows from
the side of her panties.  Today there was nothing there but bare skin.  She
was wearing nothing but the short undershirt.  No panties, no bra. 
nothing. Last week I couldn't believe she would walk around in front of me
dressed only in the shirt and panties inadvertently giving me peeks at her
bare breasts and skimpy panties.

   Now she wasn't even wearing panties.  In my mind I replayed all the
scenes from last week where I could see her panties from almost every angle
and pictured what they would look like without the panties.  I flashed on
the image of her sitting cross legged on the floor with the thin strip of
panty all that covered her privates.  I had reviewed that image in my head
many times this week.  Now I was thinking how it would look without the
panties.

   I kept thinking to myself, "Oh my God she's not wearing panties!!  oh my
God she's not wearing panties!!  oh my God she's not wearing panties!!"

   Almost before I had time to let it all sink in, she reached for the
cereal on the top shelf.  The back of the shirt slid up exposing the most
beautiful bare bottom I'd ever seen.  I couldn't believe my eyes.  There
was her exposed bare bottom just a few feet away.  no panties!  nothing!

   I stared at her beautiful bottom for what seemed like minutes as she
wrestled the cereal box from the top shelf.  She got it down and turned
around.  For a second I thought I had been caught staring.  For the next
few minutes I just watched her move around the kitchen gathering up bowl,
spoon, napkin.  It was a beautiful thing.  The only problem I had was
deciding where to look.  Her always partially exposed breasts were
tantalizing but now occasional peeks at her bare bottom and the excitement
of what might be exposed next drew my attention.

   She leaned into the refrigerator just like she had last week but this
time it was her bare bottom that stared me in the face from a few inches
away.  From this close, I was amazed at how smooth the skin of her shapely
bottom was.

   Then she did something I didn't expect.  With her bowl of cereal in
hand, she hopped up on the end of the counter so that her left side was
facing me.  She was leaning forward just enough so that her breasts were
almost completely in view.  The bottom of the shirt came down just far
enough to rest on the counter meaning she was sitting with her bare bottom
on the counter top exposing a lot of bare hip and thigh and reminding me in
an exciting way that she was really only wearing a shirt with no bottoms. I
still couldn't get over the fact that she could be comfortable sitting
there in front of me almost naked.

   She would periodically lean farther forward to take a spoon full of
cereal.  When she did, her incredible breasts would come fully into view
and the back of her shirt would rise up off the counter exposing a
tantalizing strip of her bare bottom.

   When she had finished her cereal she stretched over to put her bowl in
the sink.  This caused the front of her shirt to billow out exposing the
whole front of her beautiful body.  It also caused the back of the shirt to
slide up nearly to her waist.  She stayed in that position for a few heart
stopping seconds, rinsing her bowl and allowing me to soak in the view of
her beautiful exposed body.  She was busy with her bowl which gave me time
to openly follow the lines of her exposed front from her neck, down past
her beautifully rounded breasts with their pointed nipples, down two her
flat tanned stomach to where it disappeared into the shirt.  I also had
time to take in the incredibly smooth skin of her bare bottom at eye level.
Then, still sitting on the end of the counter, unbelievably she turned to
face me swinging first one leg and then the other around towards me giving
me an unobstructed view between her thighs.  I couldn't believe my eyes. 
There right in plain view was her darling little slit with a little patch
of sparse light brown pubic hair above.  She finished swinging both legs
around and stopped with her legs facing me.  Even with them tight together,
I could still see a glimpse of fine public hair between her thighs below
the bottom of the shirt which laid lightly across her lap.

   As we talked, she fidgeted with her hands and at the same time clapped
her knees together and then slightly apart giving me quick views of her
cute little slit.  I couldn't believe she could be so comfortable in such a
state of undress around me.  I felt both guilty and excited.

   I was suddenly jolted back to reality when the doorbell rang.  I decided
to take my time answering the door to give my nearly naked niece time to
leave the room.  To my surprise, she just sat there with her long bare legs
stretched out in front of her on the counter and asked me if I wanted her
to get the door.  I didn't feel it was my place to tell her to leave so I
slowly walked to the door to answer.  I could see through the small window
that it was two friends from work, James and Arnie both about my age and
semi retired.

   The second they stepped through the door, their eyes were immediately
drawn to Carrie still sitting on the counter.  I must admit if I walked
into a room containing a pretty young girl dressed only in a skimpy
undershirt with a mile of bare legs and quite a bit of her breasts exposed,
I'd stare too.

   I introduced them and to my surprise, Carrie came walking over to meet
them, her breasts jiggling with every step, her nipples poking obviously
through the thin material.  I found myself seeing her through their eyes
and thinking how partially dressed and sexy she looked.  I couldn't believe
she could be comfortable walking around almost naked in front of her uncle
and two strange men.

   As I did the introductions, and she came closer, they tried
unsuccessfully not to stare at Carrie's nipples poking through the thin
material.  She asked them if they'd like anything and they each agreed to a
bowl of cereal and some coffee.  When she turned to ask me they got their
first close up look at her from the side.  I glanced over at them and
caught them staring at the open side of her shirt and the side of her
almost completely exposed bare breast.  Only the nipple of her jutting
breast was hidden pressed into the thin material of the shirt.

   With all three of our eyes glued to her, we watched her long bare legs
as she walked back across the room.  I'm sure the guys had been focused on
her partially exposed breasts when she was walking toward us.  Now that she
was walking away they had a chance to look at her long slim bare legs
exposed by the extremely short shirt that barely hung down far enough to
cover her bottom.  As she walked a hint of her bottom sometimes came into
view until she reached up into the cupboard for the cereal causing the back
of her shirt to ride up nearly to her waist.  She stayed like that for a
few seconds trying to get the cereal down and giving our house guests a
long look at her incredible bare bottom dispelling any curiosity they might
have had about whether she was wearing panties under the short shirt.

   James and Arnie always came over on Friday to play ping pong in the
basement.  After they had eaten breakfast, they reluctantly left Carrie in
the kitchen and went down to the basement to play.

   We were just finishing the second game when we saw Carrie's long bare
legs descending the stairs.  She was still wearing the skimpy undershirt.
David asked her if she wanted to play.

   The next thing I knew she was in a game with David.  Arnie and I sat on
the bench behind her watching.  She jumped a little with each shot causing
her breasts to bounce around inside the shirt and the bottom of the shirt
to ride up almost to her waist so that her beautiful bare bottom was almost
constantly in view.

   After a few minutes Arnie and I nonchalantly stepped over to where we
could watch Carrie from the side.  The view was incredible watching her
bare breasts bouncing inside her shirt.

   Arnie noticed it first.  I was still mesmerized by her breasts.  Arnie
distracted elsewhere.  When she would take a shot, the front of her shirt
would flip up and there in plain view was her darling little patch of
public hair.

   Up until now she had allowed much of her sexy body to be seen by her
uncle and two complete strangers.  Peeks at her breasts and bottom were one
thing but this seemed to take it to a whole new level.  We watched for a
while waiting for the next shot and another peek at her sexy pubic patch.

   As the game progressed, I noticed the strap on her right side starting
to slip off her shoulder.  She pushed it back up once.  Then with a rush it
slid completely off her shoulder fully exposing her right breast.  Peeking
at her breasts inside her open shirt was one thing but seeing her with her
breast fully exposed in front of a group of strange men was staggering. 
She left it that way throughout the volley before pulling the strap back up
covering up her breast.

   After the game was over she hopped up on the workbench to watch the next
game.  The workbench is about waist high.  She sat so that the hem of the
shirt lay across the top of her bare thighs not quite covering the patch of
pubic hair between her legs.  The next game was between David and Arnie
although they seemed to be pretty distracted by the sight on the workbench.

   After the game, we all went back up to the livinv room.  Carrie led the
way with David and Arnie following behind enjoying the view up the stairs.

   Like they always do after ping pong, David and Arnie plopped down on the
couch in a slouch position with their feet extened across the coffee table.
To my surprise, Carrie plopped down right between them with the hem of her
shirt about an inch above the top of her incredible pubic triangle.  There
she was on the couch nonchalantly sitting between two strange men with her
pussy fully exposed.

   They sat like that for a while talking.  The right strap of the shirt
again started sliding off her shoulder until it was down by her elbow.  Her
right breast was almost fully exposed except for a thin strip of the cloth
draped precariously from her erect nipple.  It was quite a site.



   Teasing Uncle Carl Ch.  03

   Uncle Carl:

   It was Friday night.  My wife was visiting her sister for a couple days
and Carrie had gone to bed.  Since I had to work, I had only seen Carrie
for a few minutes this morning unlike the past couple Friday mornings when
I had spent much time watching her in my old skimpy undershirt that she now
wore as a nightgown.  This morning as I left she had been vacuuming, her
incredible breasts bobbing around, only marginally constrained by the
skimpy shirt.  I so didn't want to leave for work but did anyway.

   I stepped out of the shower, put on my robe and went to the living room
to watch some TV.  I sat on the couch taking advantage of some alone time.
The first thing I came across on TV was the movie, The Goonies.  It
reminded me of the summer when Carrie had spent almost a month with us. 
She was about nine or ten and had brought with her own copy of The Goonies.
She couldn't get enough of that movie.  We had a ritual.  We'd open a bag
of potato chips and she'd sit on my lap while we watched The Goonies.  We
could recite every line along with the characters and would have the best
time talking along with the movie and laughing.  I'll bet we watched it in
that way more than twenty times.  It was a good summer for both of us.

   I heard a noise in back of me and turned around to see Carrie coming
down the stairs wearing the shirt I loved so much on her.  Her full breasts
were bouncing with each step down the stairs.  She said she was sorry to
disturb me and didn't realize I was still up.  She was getting a snack.  My
gaze went briefly to the little slits at the bottom of the shirt.  I could
tell she wasn't wearing panties.  She looked so incredibly sexy and, like
always I felt guilt,y wanting to watch her in this barely dressed state.

   Then she noticed that Goonies was playing and begged to watch it with me
just like we used to.  She went directly to the kitchen to get potato
chips. I watched the hem of the shirt rise up as she reached to the top
shelf for the potato chips exposing a good share of her incredible rounded
pear shaped bare bottom.

   Chips in hand, I watched her walk toward me and the couch, her generous
breasts jiggling slightly, barely constrained by the skimpy undershirt. 
Knowing she would be sitting on my lap dressed like that in a few seconds
was making me feel both excited and guilty.  The fact that I was fresh out
of the shower and wearing only my bathrobe intensified both those feelings.

   She leaned over, putting the bag of chips on the floor in front of the
couch and at the same time giving me a quick peek at her beautifully erect
nipples.

   She plopped on my lap sideways in the standard position we had developed
when she was ten.  She pulled my right arm in back of her like always.  My
hand found its familiar resting place hooked around her side under her arm
holding her in place.  This time my hand was lying on warm bare skin and my
finger tips could feel the beginning curvature of her breast.  The
sensation of my hand resting on her silky smooth bare skin was electric. 
She draped my left hand across her lap surprising me with the feel of her
bare thighs.

   We watched for a few minutes then realized the volume was too low and I
had left the remote on the other end of the couch.  To my surprise, she
quickly flopped over on her stomach, stretching to reach the remote.  The
action caused the shirt to ride up to her waist.  There she was stretched
out across my lap with her beautiful bare bottom exposed.  My left hand
which had been lying across her lap was now laying across the back of her
bare thighs just inches below her rounded bare bottom.

   She grabbed the remote and resumed her lap position, this time cuddled
up a little closer so that the fingers of my right hand were now lying
along the side of her bare breast.  But the most fantastic thing was when
she moved back into our normal position, the bottom of her shirt remained
at her waist.  I tried to keep from looking down at the cute tuft of hair
peeking up between her thighs.  My left hand was now back in place lying
across her lap on her bare thighs, just inches away from her darling
exposed little pussy.  The view between her thighs plus her wiggling on my
lap was causing an unwanted erection.  I unsuccessfully willed it to relax.
If she was aware of it, she didn't let on.

   And so we continued to watch the movie.  Occasionally, she would twist
to the right and lean down to get another handful of potato chips moving
more of her bare breast under my fingertips.  Often I could feel her erect
nipple sliding beneath my fingers as she reached for chips.

   One time, as she was grabbing chips, she began to slide off my lap.  She
caught herself by rotating partially around and putting one foot on the
floor.  I held her from falling essentially by cupping her breast and
grasping her closest leg.  There I was feeling her bare nipple pressed
against my right palm and my left hand curled around her left bare thigh
brushing lightly against the fine hair between her legs.  I could feel my
erection pressing against her inner thigh but again no reaction from her.

   I pulled her back onto my lap and we continued to watch the movie.  I
continued to support her with my hand tucked cozilly between her thighs. 
She reached for no more chips and ultimately started falling asleep.  At
one point, the strap of her undershirt slid off her shoulder exposing her
right breast completely.  I tried not to but found myself staring openly at
her bare breast and darling little exposed pussy.

   After a bit, I picked her up, carried her up the stairs to her room, and
tucked her into her bed.  I gave her a kiss on the forehead and then went
down the hall to bed.



   Teasing Uncle Carl Ch.  04
Carrie:

   I was looking forward to this Friday.  Uncle Carl had asked if I could
cut his hair.  I would be using some of what I was learning in beauty
school but what really excited me was another chance to tease Uncle Carl.
It's been about four weeks since I moved in.  On that first night with my
Uncle's shocked look at seeing me wearing his revealing undershirt, I've
had a hard time thinking of anything else.  I often revisit in my mind the
morning I built up the nerve to walk around in front of him innocently
wearing only the skimpy shirt with nothing underneath and the night I sat
squirming nearly naked on his lap watching The Goonies.  Sometimes,
especially after a shower, before getting dressed, I put the shirt on and
look at myself in the mirror to see myself the way Uncle Carl sees me when
wearing it.  I imagine him looking at my nipples poking through the thin
material, Looking at my breasts giggling as I walk, It's one of the
fantastic things about having sizable pointed breasts and always erect
nipples.  I imagined him looking at my exposed bottom when I raise my arms
or the full view of my breasts when I lean over.  Thinking about it excites
me in a guilty forbidden kind of way.  Uncle Carl is a portly, fatherly
man, semi retired, with balding hair.  I've known him all my life and am
completely comfortable with him which is why, I think, it's so much fun to
tease him by wearing revealing clothing and pretending I'm not aware of
what I'm exposing.  He would never take advantage or even acknowledge what
he was seeing.

   I found a robe.  In a pile of old clothes that must have belonged to
Aunt Doris, It was an old silky white robe .  Aunt Doris is a small woman,
much shorter than me, so the robe is small.  In a moment of excitement, I
stripped down to just my panties and tried it on.  The robe was short,
barely covering my bottom, and generally small so that when I pulled it
around me there was not much overlap.  I tried the sash loosely in front so
that a narrow strip of bare skin was visible from my neck to my waist
making it obvious to anyone looking that I wasn't wearing a bra.

   The material was thin enough, almost translucent, so that the imprint of
my nipples was obvious.  I found that by leaning over slightly and moving
my shoulders back a bit, the narrow strip of bare skin could easily expand
into amazing open cleavage exposing both my breasts almost to my nipples.
The small amount of robe below the sash stayed mostly closed.  I found if I
moved a little, a hint of panty could be seem and it didn't take much
movement for a bigger gap to open.  In a moment of excitement, I slipped
off my panties.  As usual, I tried to picture the view as seen by Uncle
Don. I imagined him looking at what I saw in the mirror with the partially
open robe, my mostly exposed breasts and a strip of light brown pubic hair
visible.  Thinking about it made me tingly all over and I wanted to touch
myself but decided not to.

   I decided, this is what I will wear tomorrow as I cut Uncle Carl's hair.

   I scheduled the haircut for early in the morning to give me an excuse to
still be dressed in night clothes.  I rehearsed in my mind how I would lean
in close to him nonchalantly working on his hair, seemingly unaware that my
robe was innocently hanging open with my bare breasts nearly in his face.

   It was time I should be going to sleep.  I put on my panties and Uncle
Carl's undershirt, my normal sleeping attire, and hopped into bed.  I tried
to sleep but I was too excited.  My body felt like it was tingling all
over. After a bit, when I couldn't stand it any longer, I got up and
stripped out of the undershirt leaving just my panties and got back into
bed.  The feel of the cool sheet on my bare nipples was arousing but
somehow calmed me down a little although not enough to go to sleep. 
Presently, without getting out of bed, I peeled off my panties also.  I had
never slept in the nude before and the cool sheets felt luxurious caressing
my naked body especially in my aroused state.  Finally after fantasizing
some more about tomorrow's teasing I fell asleep

   I was awakened hearing voices from downstairs.  I recognized Uncle Don's
voice and I was sure the other voice wasn't Aunt Doris since she would be
at work by now.  I stood naked in my room listening and then timidly
stepped into the hall.  I creeped part way down the stairs, excited by the
prospect of being caught naked but dying to know who we had as a guest.  On
my hands and knees on the stairway, I was able to peak into the kitchen far
enough to see Uncle Don and Howard, the elderly man from next door.  I met
him once when he stopped by to return some of Uncle Carl's tools.  It
looked like he was wearing the same red flannel shirt today that he had on
then.  He is quite a bit older than Uncle Carl, gray haired and balding but
was still pretty active.

   Howard being here was unexpected.  I trusted Uncle Don but had no idea
about Howard.  How would he react if I went downstairs nearly naked? 
Abandoning my plans, I started to get dressed.

   Sliding my panties on, I touched myself briefly which renewed my desire
to go for it.  I decided as a compromise, I would wear the robe but just
keep my panties on.  Shortly I had on the robe looking at myself in the
mirror.  The tingling was coming back.  I slipped off the panties, took a
big breath, and headed down the stairs wearing just the robe.

   Knowing what I had planned, I tried to hold back the panic as I walked
barefoot across the living room toward the two men sitting in the kitchen.
Both men stood up as I approached.  I noticed Howard with his mouth hanging
open staring openly at my chest.  I could feel my breasts jiggling as I
walked.  If the free movement of my breasts and the imprint of my nipples
wasn't enough to signal to him that I wasn't wearing a bra, the strip of
bare skin should have clinched it.  I could almost see in his face the
moment he realized there were bare breasts under my skimpy robe.

   I took a seat on one of the bar stools facing the two men.  I could feel
the cool plastic seat on my bare bottom.  I realized I was sitting with my
legs slightly apart.  I looked down to make sure I wasn't accidentally
exposing something.  The tails of the robe were split across my left leg so
one tail dipped between my thighs covering my pubic hair.

   Preparing for the haircut, I pulled out one of the dining room chairs
and asked Uncle Carl to have a seat which he did while placing a death grip
with his fingers wrapping around the ends of the chair's arms.  Looked like
it was going to be a white knuckle experience for him being my first real
haircut.  It was a white knuckle experience for me also but for a different
reason.

   I stepped around in back and draped the cloth over him, pulling it up
around his neck.  As I moved around the kitchen, I could feel the front of
the robe opening up a little.  Howard's gaze seemed to intensify.  I could
see him alternately checking out my long bare legs and then the growing
opening in the front of my robe.

   I pulled Uncle Carl's head back toward me to tighten the cloth.  As I
did, I could feel the back of his head pressing against bare skin between
my breasts where the robe gaped open.

   As I moved around toward the front, I took a quick glance down to find
the robe had opened slightly at the sash revealing a gap all the way down.
I could see a strip of my bare skin and further down, a patch of light
brown pubic hair exposed below the sash.  This didn't seem to have gone
unnoticed by Howard who was staring intently.  Again I could almost read
the realization on his face as he came to the conclusion that I was totally
naked under the skimpy robe.

   Moving around to the front, I leaned in close to start work on his hair,
realizing that the front of my robe was hanging open even more, I glanced
down to see my breasts exposed almost to my nipples.

   As I leaned farther to tighten the cloth around his neck, two amazing
things happened at once that sent a jolt of sexual electricity through my
body.  One, I realized the robe had opened even more exposing my nipples
which were surprisingly close to Uncle Carl's face.  I moved a bit closer
until my swollen nipples made contact with his cheeks sending a shock
through me and by the look on his face, Uncle Carl as well.  Secondly, the
arm of the chair with his death grip on it was pressing directly against my
pubic hair.  I stayed in that position for a long time, moving slightly,
pretending to fiddle with the cloth while trying to come across as
oblivious to my bare breasts rubbing on his face and the back of his
fingers pressing against my bare pussy.

   The feel of his fingers was electrifying as I pushed myself harder
against them pushing his fingers and the arm of the chair farther between
my thighs.  I was determined to seem unaware that anything but the haircut
was happening and kept my eyes on Uncle Carl who had a strange deer in the
headlights look on his face.

   I continued to work on his hair, ever so subtly thrusting myself against
the arm of the chair while also inadvertently dragging my bare breasts
across his face.  At one point, my left nipple found its way between Uncle
Carl's partially open lips.  I let it lay there for a few seconds and could
almost feel his lips close slightly around it but I couldn't be sure.

   By the time the haircut was done, the continuing stimulation happening
between my legs and on my nipples had me so aroused I was afraid I would
have an orgasm right there in the kitchen in front of my Uncle and his
elderly neighbor.

   In my ecstasy I had almost forgotten about Howard.  I'm not sure what he
could have seen from his vantage in back of me.  For sure, while I was
leaning over, the back of my robe would have pulled up high enough to offer
a long unobstructed view of my bare bottom.  I realized he'd been talking
to me the whole time, asking me questions about beauty school but I had
been too involved to notice.

   I straightened up and turned to face him, at the same time nonchalantly
tugging my robe closed at the bottom.  Taking quick stock of myself, I
realized that the top of the robe was wide open.  I quickly pulled it
closed enough so at least my nipples were covered although in my current
state of excitement I wanted to leave much of my breasts visible for Howard
to look at while still pretending I was unaware of what I was showing.

   While Uncle Carl went to check out his new haircut in the mirror, I
stepped closer to Howard to continue our conversation.  He spoke quietly as
though, at his age, it was a little hard for him to speak.  As we spoke,
his eyes continued to be focused on my breasts.  He seldom looked me in the
eye.  They say you can sometimes feel someone's eyes on you.  I could
almost feel my breasts getting warmer from his stare.  I almost pulled my
robe closed but didn't.

   Uncle Carl came back and suggested we take our coffee's to the living
room.  Both men headed into the living room.  I followed with a fresh cup
of coffee for Howard along with cream and sugar although I didn't know how
Howard took his coffee.  Uncle Carl took his normal seat on the couch. 
Howard sat in the easy chair across the coffee table from the couch.  I
leaned over, placing Howard's coffee on the coffee table aware that the
robe would hang open giving him a complete unobstructed view of my bare
breasts.  I could feel his eyes on my nipples as if in a trance until he
became aware I was asking him if he wanted cream or sugar.  With a catch in
his throat, he finally got out the word "yes".  Remaining bent over, I
added cream and sugar and then stirred which caused my breasts to jiggle.
For a second, from his facial expression, I thought he might be having a
heart attack.

   There was a knock on the door.  To my surprise, Uncle Carl yelled for
whoever was at the door to come in.  Panic struck me all over again as I
pulled the front of the robe partially closed.  Uncle Carl's friend Arnie
entered the room.  He had been over the day I played ping pong wearing only
Uncle Carl's skimpy undershirt.  Having seen much of my body on that day
didn't stop him from staring at me today.  There was still the strip of
bare skin visible between my breasts and nipples poking through the cloth
to attract his attention, not to mention my long bare legs and by the look
on his face, he had taken notice.

   After saying hi to Howard, he plopped down on the couch next to Uncle
Carl.

   My Uncle turned on the TV and was surprised to see our favorite movie,
Goonies, playing although it was near the end.  He yelled to me to grab the
potato chips and give it a watch.  I was a little hesitant but also excited
to be dressed in just the skimpy robe, now in front of three men who didn't
seem to be able to keep their eyes off me.  I reached up to the top shelf
grabbing the chips knowing I was giving the men a nice view of my bare
bottom and for Arnie, answering the question I know he was asking himself
as to whether I was wearing panties under the short robe.

   I knew Uncle Carl was expecting me to sit on his lap like we always did.
I Even with my best intentions, because the robe was so short, t surprised
me to feel Uncle Carl's jeans against my bare bottom.  Sitting sideways on
my Uncle's lap, I was a little uncomfortable with my bare legs stretched
out across Arnie's lap so my feet landed directly on the growing bulge in
his pants.  I checked again to make sure I was covered.  On top, I was
showing a fair amount of cleavage while down below, the right tale of my
robe was covering me while the left hung to the side exposing a wedge of
bare thigh.

   Arnie innocently tickled the bottom of my bare foot causing me to pull
my leg away at which point he attacked the other foot.  This led to a bout
of me kicking my legs in the air to avoid the tickle, only partially aware
that in the process, I was inadvertently offering spectacular close up
views between my legs to Arnie and Howard.  When the tickling stopped I was
posed with my legs spread wide with one foot on the floor and the other on
the back of the couch.  I also became aware that my robe was almost fully
open with my right breast and pubic triangle fully exposed.  I stayed in
that position a little longer than I needed to, enjoying the look on the
men's faces as they took in the sight.  It excited me to think about it. 
Here I was sitting on my Uncle's lap almost naked with two of his neighbor
men looking on.  It was like I could feel their eyes on my exposed pussy
making it warm and tingly.

   Then I quickly moved my legs back together while tugging the left side
of my robe across my body as far as it would go barely covering my right
nipple and my pubic hair.  The right side of the robe continued to hang
open down the front of the couch, the sash having come untied.  As things
settled down, I continued to watch the movie with almost the whole right
side of my body exposed.  The men seemed to have a hard time watching the
movie and I caught them spending more time looking at me more than the TV
screen.

   About the time the movie ended, Arnie's phone rang.  It was his wife
wanting him to come home for lunch.  Uncle Don flashed a look at Howard and
both men decided it was time for them to leave and stood up even though I'm
pretty sure they wanted to stay longer.  I hopped up.  straightening my
robe and we all walked to the door.  I gave Arnie a quick goodby hug
allowing the front of my robe to open as I made contact so that bare skin
pressed against him.  The feel of my bare nipples pressed against his
flannel shirt sent little chills down my spine.  Closing my robe as I
pulled away, I repeated the process with Howard.

   When both men were gone I turned to Uncle Don, giving him a hug and
wrapping my robe as far as I could around the both of us.  He responded by
wrapping his arms around me inside the robe, pulling me close and kissing
me on the forehead.  The sensation of his arms wrapped around my naked body
and my bare nipples pressed into his chest was almost more than I could
take.  We stayed like that for a long time.  Uncle Don told me he was glad
I had come to stay with them.  We both backed off, I took my time closing
my robe then excused myself to go back upstairs.

   At that point I was so excited I almost ran up the stairs.  I had an
intense need to touch my breasts.  As soon as I was high enough to be out
of site, I yanked off my robe.  Standing naked near the top of the stairs,
I began rubbing my breasts, feeling the firmness, fullness, and warm smooth
skin.  The effect was electric as I continued to massage while replaying
the scene downstairs with the men looking at my exposed bare tits and
wishing they could touch them like I was touching them now.  Then I allowed
my fingers to find my nipples which were almost painfully hard and
screaming for attention.  The intense sensation nearly buckled my knees.

   The scene in my head continued.  I could still feel their eyes like
lasers trained on the space between my thighs as I spread my legs to avoid
the tickling.  With one hand still on my breasts, I slowly moved the other
downward slipping my fingers between my legs.

   I had barely touched myself down there when a shudder ran though my body
and I had to sit down on the steps as wave after wave of pleasure washed
over me.  The orgasm seemed to go on forever.

   As if waking up from a dream I heard Uncle Carl starting to follow me up
the stairs so I hurriedly grabbed my robe and ran to my room.  Momentarily
he rapped lightly on my door asking me if I was alright.  Still completely
naked, I stepped into the hall, gave my very surprised uncle a big hug,
kissed him on the cheek, told him I was fine and ducked back into my room.



   Teasing Uncle Carl Ch.  05

   Uncle Carl:

   Carrie was laying on her stomach on the living room floor petting Barney
with her legs slightly spread.  She was wearing the loose fitting old
undershirt that she liked to wear and I loved seeing her in.  She had on no
panties and the bottom of the shirt was pulled up to her waist leaving her
glorious bare bottom on display.  For a few minutes I just stood there
taking in the beautiful sight then kneeled down beside her and tentatively
placed my hand on her thigh feeling her warm smooth skin.  Slowly I slid my
hand up her thigh to her beautifully rounded bare bottom.  My heart was
pounding as I began moving my hand back and forth.  Her skin was so smooth
and her bottom so firm as I rubbed one gorgeous mound then the other.  I
could feel an erection growing as I added my other hand and began cupping
the cheeks of her bottom and massaging them following the cleft of her
bottom down to her thighs and back up.  and then finally allowing my
fingers to slowly trace the cleft of her bottom following it down between
her thighs.  As my fingers found the moist warmth between her legs, I
thought I heard her gasp or moan.  The sound somehow morphed into a weather
report.  It was my clock radio telling me it was time to get up.  I shook
the sleep out of my head to get my bearings.  The encounter had been a
dream but my pounding heart and throbbing erection were real.  I felt an
intense sense of guilt dreaming about my niece in that way.  The excitement
and erection took a while to wear off.

   Doris and I were in the kitchen waiting for Carrie to get up so we could
all go shopping..  I was still reeling from the dream when Carrie came down
the steps in the skimpy undershirt she always wore.  As many times as I'd
seen her in it, the site of those long bare legs and incredible partly
exposed breasts jiggling behind the thin cloth always had an effect on me.
Still recovering from the dream this morning, the effect was a returning
unwanted erection while standing in the kitchen next to my wife.  Doris
told Carrie to go get dressed for the shopping trip.  We were going to a
couple furniture stores to look for a couch for our living room and a new
bed for Carrie's room.

   In a few minutes Carrie came back down looking incredibly hot in a white
sun dress with little blue flowers.  The dress was very very short,
displaying much of her long slim legs and swirling around her upper thighs
as she walked.  It was moderately low cut with spaghetti straps and small
buttons up the front, the top three of which she had left undone exposing a
tantalizing strip of skin between her breasts.  By the jiggle of her
breasts as she walked, it was apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra.  The
little blue flowers helped disguise the fact that her nipples were fairly
visible through the light cloth.

   I had a hard time taking my eyes off her.  Somehow Doris didn't seem to
notice anything unusual.  As she swung her legs into the back seat, I got a
glimpse of the strip of white panty between her thighs.

   We entered the mall through a crowded food court.  She made quite a site
walking along showing all that bare leg and jiggling breasts.  I know it's
a cliche but It seemed like every guy In the food court was following her
with their eyes.  The first furniture store was on the second floor.  I
followed she and Doris up the escalator.  From below and behind, I had a
perfect view up her short dress to her adorable panty covered bottom.  A
quick glance around told me the two guys behind were also enjoying the
view.

   When we entered the store, we were immediately greeted by a gray haired
salesman who seemed to have more interest in ogling Carrie than selling us
furniture.  He pointed out a couch.  Carrie immediately sat down leaning
forward just enough to offer the salesman an impressive view down the front
of her dress.  For a while the salesman gave his sales pitch directly to
Carrie, ignoring the two adults, all the time keeping an eye on her
cleavage.  Finally, he led us to a bed he thought we might be interested
in. Carrie immediately flopped down on the bed stretching out.  The sight
of those long bare legs stretching out of that short short dress had the
salesman captivated.  He was staring openly at Carrie as she rolled back
and forth on the bed eventually causing the hem of her dress to rise up
enough to expose a good bit of her white panties.  She continued to roll
around trying to get the feel of the bed apparently unaware of the show she
was putting on.  As expected, the salesman continued to talk to Carrie all
the time eyeing her long bare legs and the now almost completely exposed
panties.

   When Carrie finally stood up allowing the hem of her dress to fall down
covering her, the salesman seemed disappointed.  We told him we were going
to check a few other places then make a decision.

   The other furniture store was also on the second floor of the mall but
Doris and Carrie decided to first go down stairs to a clothing store.

   I found myself sitting in a chair while the women tried on what seemed
like hundreds of outfits.  Carrie tried on at least a dozen pair of jeans
and t-shirts, one blouse that was quite see-through which garnered some
attention from shoppers passing by and one dress with a low cut v-neck
which also turned a few heads.

   When they were done and had on their original outfits, I noticed that
the three unbuttoned buttons on the front of Carrie's dress had now become
six unbuttoned buttons leaving a strip of bare skin extending about six
inches below her breasts making it evident to a casual observer that she
wasn't wearing a bra.  With each step as she walked, the partially open
dress front would gape open first on one side then the other offering
partial glimpses inside at her bare breasts.  At the checkout counter as
she was paying for her clothes, the male clerk was having difficulty
keeping his eyes on the register and stammered more than once before the
transaction was complete.

   As we walked back toward the escalator, her partially open front
combined with the gentle jiggle of the breasts inside drew the attention of
many of the people we passed.  Maybe it was residual excitement from this
morning's dream but seeing her partially exposed like that in public was
thrilling.  I imagined how she must be stirring the imagination of those
that saw her and likening it to the affect she has had on me these past few
weeks.

   We started up the elevator.  From behind, I was shocked, looking up
under her extremely short dress, where earlier in the day I had admired her
white panties, now instead I saw her beautiful bare bottom.  Apparently
when getting dressed after trying on clothes, she had decided to dispense
with panties.  I quickly looked around and in back of me.  No one behind on
the escalator seemed to be aware of the incredible view available to them
except for one boy of about twelve who was staring openly with his mouth
hanging open.  The thought of it was extremely exciting.  I had to hide a
growing erection.

   The other furniture store was at the other end of the mall.  Walking
behind the women, I couldn't take my eyes off the hem of Carries dress
knowing she was wearing nothing underneath.  Occasionally a flip of the
material revealed a hint of beautiful bare bottom.  We passed an area with
an arcade down on the ground floor with lots of people, mostly teenage
boys, playing video games.  Carrie stepped over to the railing to get a
better look.  One boy looked away from his game long enough to notice
Carrie looking down from above.  He immediately abandoned his game in lieu
of the view up the front of Carrie's dress.  As Carrie leaned over to get a
better look at the gamers, more of them stopped playing and began looking
up.  At the same time the sun glasses she was wearing on top of her head
dropped off, bouncing through the railing and falling down to the the first
floor.  I volunteered to retrieve them and headed down a nearby stairway.
Reaching the bottom, I didn't see the glasses and looked up to Carrie to
point me to the right location.  The view from below was amazing as my gaze
followed her long legs up into the short dress with nothing to obscure the
view past her darling little pubic triangle all the way up the front of her
incredible body to a partial view of the underside of her bare breasts.  By
this time dozens of boys who were formerly playing games were enjoying the
same vista.

   She pointed to the glasses which I grabbed, hurried back upstairs where
Carrie and Doris had already left for the furniture store much to the
disappointment of the boys below.

   As I neared the furniture store, up ahead, I saw Carrie and Doris
standing outside the store talking.  I stopped for a second to take in the
scene.  There was Carrie with her incredibly long bare legs, wearing her
incredibly short dress without panties, in the middle of the corridor with
a constant stream of people walking by.  When she turned to look my
direction I became keenly aware how much the the front of her dress was
open when I saw that strip of bare skin and partial view of her breasts
that swayed with the movement.  During the past few weeks, I had seen her
dressed in many revealing outfits but seeing her like this here in the busy
mall was particularly arousing.  Knowing we were heading into the furniture
store and picturing Carrie trying out beds dressed that way was starting
another unwanted erection.

   Standing outside the store, I couldn't help replay the scene at the
other furniture store, Carrie rolling around on the bed, her dress riding
up to show her panties.  Now we were preparing to repeat the process,
except Carrie wasn't wearing panties.  I took a deep breath, my heart was
racing as we entered the store.

   When we walked in the door a short gray-haired portly older gentleman in
an ill-fitting suit accosted us and immediately latched on to Carrie.  It
seemed he couldn't take his eyes off the open front of her dress.  He
walked right up to her, grabbing her hand and introducing himself as
Arthur. Once he knew we were looking at beds and couches, he immediately
wrapped his arm around Carrie's bare shoulders and escorted her, with us in
tow, to the bed section.  As he talked with us it was obvious he was
inconspicuously trying to look down Carrie's top.  His prayers were soon
answered.

   Carrie walked around to the other side of the first bed and leaned over
to test the softness rubbing her hands across the mattress and causing the
front of her dress to hang open enough to bring most of her incredible
breasts into view, jiggling with the movement.  Arthur immediately moved to
our side of the bed facing Carrie, to explain the finer points of the bed
but more likely to view the finer points of Carrie's exposed bare breasts.
As he talked, his eyes were focused down the front of Carrie's dress.  He
explained that one side of the bed could be adjusted independently of the
other.  He prompted her to lean over farther to check the softness on the
other side.  As she did, even from my angle, her beautiful bare breasts
were completely in view, incredible erect nipples and all.  Arthur's view
must have been spectacular judging by the catch in his throat and his
inability to speak for a few seconds.

   To his disappointment, she came around to our side of the bed to test it
out further.  His disappointment was short lived when she leaned across the
bed, the hem of her dress sliding up to expose much of her incredible bare
bottom.  When she leaned in even farther, the back of her dress rose nearly
up to her waist making it obvious to anyone looking, including Arthur, that
she wasn't wearing panties.  It was arousing seeing her beautiful bare
bottom on display here in the middle of a crowed store.  Forcing myself to
look away, I checked around to see if anyone else had noticed.  There was a
man a couple beds over staring openly at Carrie while his wife, oblivious
to the scene, was checking the price on a bed.

   Carrie slipped off her shoes and hopped up on the bed, laying on her
back with her long bare legs stretched out looking sexy as hell.  Then she
began rolling back and forth, her dress riding up just enough to allow
everyone alternate tantalizing glimpses of her beautiful bare bottom and
her adorable little pubic triangle.

   She eventually came to rest sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed
facing us, the hem of her dress draping precariously between her open
thighs only partially obscuring the view.  Arthur moved in closer, casually
placing his hand on Carrie's bare leg as he talked his sales pitch, all the
time his eyes darting back and forth between the space between her legs and
the open front of her dress.  She leaned back briefly causing the hem of
her dress to rise in front fully exposing the open area between her thighs.

   Then in a quick movement she folded both long legs up in front of her
hugging them with her arms.  Her dress was now up to her waist and she
would have been completely exposed if not for her bare feet tucked between
her thighs.  She was seemingly unaware of the sight she was providing as a
crowd was gathering to gawk at the attractive girl sitting on the edge of a
bed naked from the waist down and showing some serious cleavage.

   She seemed to become suddenly aware she was unintentionally putting on a
show and slipped down from the bed, giving everyone a quick glimpse of her
pubic triangle before smoothing her dress down.  She appeared to be uneasy
and asked for us to leave and continue shopping another day.  At least a
dozen pair of eyes watched her as we left the store.

   Back at the car, I held the door for her.  Remembering the flash of
panty I had seen when leaving the house, here, as she swung her legs in,
with some feeling of guilt I enjoyed a delightful view of her bare pussy.