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Andrea: My Young Niece
by Aquarius (aquarius@gmail.com)

***

My 18-year-old niece is sent half way across the country 
to live with me while she attends a local state college. 
However, things turn out a bit different than my sweet 
sister-in-law planned for. (M/F-teen, underage, 1st, 
inc, rom)

***

I.

I'd been a widower/ (slash) bachelor for nearly a year 
before my life was turned upside down and darn near 
inside out. I'd retired early from my second career; my 
first was the Army then following school a few years 
working as an industrial project manager. Needless to 
say that "tanked" with everything else to include the 
economy; then, my wife of nearly thirty years passed 
away leaving me on my own: that can be rough when she 
did just about everything from keep the check book 
balanced to paying the bills. Now I had to do it all. 
I've managed to survive – my life would make a great 
reality show.

During the years I was working in industry we'd built a 
new house on the edge of town in what was still ranch 
land shortly before her passing. That was the second 
bitter pill to swallow. For the next couple years I had 
the house all to myself when out of the blue I get a 
phone call on a Saturday morning from my darling sister-
in-law Gloria. I had not heard from Gloria since the 
funeral. Gloria was just as single as I was, except she 
was a single Mom type, her so-called boyfriend/lover 
skipped the country, maybe the world when Gloria came up 
positive on the pregnancy test eighteen years ago. Her 
brothers, my brother-in-laws were looking for the fool – 
armed with deer hunting rifles no-less.

"Yoa, bro'-in-law..." she cooed using slang from the 
sixties. "whass happenin'?"

I had to think of something witty. "Well it's not the 
Broncos. What do you need?"

Dumb question.

There was a brief sigh of annoyance from the other end 
of the phone line.

"You know Andy will be going to college there this 
year..." She began. I suddenly had the feeling I was 
being set up for a come-on. She is? I sure didn't know 
that. "And the college rules say she can live off campus 
her first year as long as she is living at home or with 
a family member..."

I could see that one coming from out of state. "Okay, 
and...?"

"And what...?"

"And what am I supposed to do about this situation?" 
Another dumb question.

Again there was an audible sigh of exasperation from 
Gloria's end of the phone.

"And -- can she stay with you? She was accepted to the 
college there. The idea is, she can save on room and 
board, and you've got that place all to yourself..." 

The last I had seen Andy was at the funeral, a cute 
little fox of 16 going on 27; before that she was a shy 
little girl of nine; I was her uncle who out of both 
families was probably the most traveled outside the 
country – Germany three or four times, Korea; twice, 
Japan (layovers on my way in and out of Korea; Hawaii 
(for what that was worth; hate the place to this day); 
the Middle East twice; not counting back and forth 
across the country too many times to count. I'd spoiled 
her with stuffed toys from around the world – and back. 
I had not known it until now but I was Andrea's favorite 
uncle who she had a young girl's crush on. 

"Sure," I finally said feeling my arm being twisted via 
long distance, "what are bachelor uncles good for?"

"Oh stuff a sock in it..."

That was the last I heard from Gloria until I received 
an e-mail at the end of June with Andy's flight 
information she would be coming west just after the 
Fourth of July. Andy graduated from high school near the 
top ten percent of her class which assured her some 
benefits toward out of state tuition and other 
necessities for school. Not bad.

I got busy in the next few days with house cleaning and 
setting up Andy's room plus an another room next to hers 
with a connecting bathroom that would be her private 
study. A friend of mine who was in the Air Force base IT 
section came out to hook up a computer and a VoIP line 
for her and telephone, Fax, and printer with scanner 
system. The study looked better than my home office! 

It was just after the Fourth of July when I met Andy at 
the airport. The original plan was she was going to 
drive west near the end of June but her car took a dump 
the last day of school. Nice graduation gift – broke 
down car and she couldn't afford another one and school 
both. Anyway with all the new rules at airports I had to 
wait for her at the end of the concourse at a coffee 
shop – more expensive than Starbucks; despite being 
eighteen now Andy was still as shy at first as she was 
when I saw her at Pat's funeral.
 
As she approached me up the concourse I saw a young girl 
– more like a beautiful woman of eighteen: long tawny 
brown hair, lithe slender body, five-six or so, nicely 
shaped hips, full firm breasts that filled out her 
yellow polo shirt, heart shaped face and dark blue eyes 
surmounted by a pair of dark rimmed glasses, all 
displayed in form fitting beige jeans with white canvas 
belt and yellow pull over polo shirt, the buttons 
undone; and white Reeboks; that's my niece. 
 
I felt myself getting a nice hard-on right there in the 
terminal in front of half the city and county; nothing I 
could do about it now.

We exchanged functionary hugs, but no kisses "hi, great 
to see you again" etc. I asked her the usual questions 
about the flight adding: "Try flying on a C130 sometime; 
with jump seats no less."

"A what?" Andy looked up at me with a: "What the hell 
are you talking about?" Then, she softly commented: "Oh 
yeah, that's right, Mom said you were ex-Army."

"Former, dear," I corrected her as I moved her out of 
the stream of incoming people. "Ex is for those who ETS 
early."

"Oh." Andy was silent as we followed the crowd from her 
flight down to the baggage receive area. She arrived 
with the two suit cases, any more than that Gloria would 
had to have taken out a second mortgage on the house and 
pawn her birth right for the airline ticket. There was 
some dark humor on a recent late night talk show; the 
airlines were going to charge passengers for the air 
they breathe on the flight. Gloria was going to ship the 
rest of Andrea's things by LTL (Less-than-truck load) 
freight. 

I left Andy at the arrivals door while I hiked across 
forty acres of parking lot to the truck. I'm not sure 
what Andy was expecting but she seemed a bit uncertain 
by the sight of the oversized three-quarter ton, 4x4, 
1978 long bed Jimmy (GMC) K25 Suburban when I pulled up 
to the loading zone. I was going to do the gentlemanly 
thing and help her in the truck but by the time I got 
out and around to the other side to help her, she had 
the back door open and slung her hand bags and both suit 
cases in the back and was getting in the passenger's 
side.

"Thanks, I got it, Uncle Dave," she said closing the 
door. 
 
Couldn't say the girl wasn't independent – just like her 
mother. She looked exhausted as she as she buckled 
herself in and sat back in the seat, her head resting 
against the high seat back. Shrugged and walked back to 
my side of the truck and climbed in.I pulled out 
following the line of cabs, cars, and a tour bus to the 
exit gates. When I stopped at the gate, I handed the 
cashier a ten and the time card and got back pocket 
change.

As I pulled away from the gate I looked at the change I 
got back for the parking lot. "Well, I can probably buy 
a candy bar with this change."

"Must be cheaper here than back home," Andrea remarked 
taking in the scenes as we left the airport behind. "A 
candy bar is around a dollar now."

"Ridiculous," I muttered tossing the change in to the 
ash tray with what was already there.

We left out of the airport driving west for a couple 
miles; we were looking at a wall of sheer rock that ran 
for nearly fifty miles in either direction. Then I 
turned north on to the north expressway for another 
fifteen miles before finally heading east for another 
ten miles. I lived well outside of the city – more in 
what had been ranch country until a few years ago.

During the drive back to my place we talked mostly about 
the area, what there was to see and do. Except for the 
funeral this was the farthest Andrea had been from home 
in her life – a whole new experience. We talked -- 
mostly me about the region of the country and the area 
where we'd built the new house before Pat's passing. 

"Your Mom didn't say what your major in college is going 
to be," I started.

Andrea grinned. Looking out the window as we passed a 
ranch close to where I built, she said: "And for good 
reason." She turned to look at me gauging my reaction. 
"Journalism."

I damned near slammed on the brakes. Good thing no one 
was following. "Journalism!" 

"Yup." Andrea casually looked out the window. "She told 
me how much you despise and hate journalists."

"For good reason too." I continued on grinding my teeth 
seething with anger now.

I think Andrea was laughing to herself. I know Gloria 
had to have coached her on some of my hang ups and that 
was one of them.

I eventually calmed down, my blood pressure returned to 
somewhere close to normal.

We arrived at the house which set back from the county 
road on twenty acres of wooded land in an area that had 
become known as Oakwood Estates; a fancy name for an 
area that was supposed to inspire the impression of 
decedent luxury. Not even close. Not counting the ranch 
down the road, there were only five other new homes out 
here over the past two years. There was supposed to be a 
home owners association but that quickly fell apart – 
lack of sufficient people interested in the concept: all 
five of us. The developer went bankrupt.

As I drove up the gravel drive way Andrea suddenly came 
alive. "Oh! Uncle Dave, I this is beautiful!"

The house was dark red brick construction set in to the 
side of a wooded slope, the garage at the lower level 
and rest of the house on the upper level with about a 
one thousand-ninety-two hundred square foot open area on 
the lower level. The house was surrounded by lodge pole 
pine, a far cry from its non de plume of oak and beyond 
that open range land the two nearby ranches used for 
cattle grazing. 

I stopped in front of the garage doors behind which set 
a bronze colored `74 Chevy Nova fastback in mint 
condition and metallic royal blue `66 Pontiac GTO also 
in mint condition; the truck of course being a truck was 
left outside in the elements; it showed it too. Opposite 
the house stood a stand-alone garage where I had two 
more out of the seventies classic trucks and a John 
Deere tractor with mower, snow blower and snow plow.

We stepped in through the garage with the bags and 
Andrea's eyes immediately fastened on the cars. 

"You do own cars!" she said looking back at me as if I 
harbored some dark family secret. "Mama said you hated 
cars!"

"Sssh, don't tell her. Long story, dear," I told her and 
led her upstairs to a combination family room and living 
room. "Remind me to tell you about it sometime."

We were greeted by the resident mouse patrol team: Sonny 
an orange shade long hair tom and his mate, Goldie, a 
short hair calico. Andrea was immediately taken by the 
two felines.

"My first assignment," she told me looking around the 
room in appreciation. "Interviews."

The girl had loosened up a bit on the drive from the 
airport. I suppose she figured living with me wouldn't 
be so bad after all. 
 
"Wonderful. A dozen nieces and nephews in this family 
and I get Lois Lane."

A lot of the things I wanted to do with the passing of 
my wife never materialized. The rooms were all but 
barren of dιcor; the house bordered at best on neo-
Spartan bachelorhood. 

I led her to what was going to be her room. Needless to 
say despite the cleaning I did it was one of the rooms 
that was in sore need of decoration and a woman's touch. 
She set her carry-on bag on the bed, made a quick 
assessment of the room and decided she needed to do some 
shopping.

"Your Mother is sending the rest of your things by 
truck," I reminded her.

Andrea tilted her head to the side then said: "But 
that's little girl's stuff, Uncle Dave." She turned to 
me to say: "I'm eighteen now. I think I've outgrown some 
of that stuff. Eh?"

Bad choice of words there; I forgot, she was eighteen 
and on her own now.

Next I led her to the study. She was taken by the set 
up. She could not believe what she was seeing. "Uncle 
Dave... I... this is..."

Andy looked back at me totally astounded. 

"Yours. Enjoy."

"Uh, thank you..." She stood in the middle of the room 
looking over the set up. She turned her head to look 
back at me. I saw a tear trickling down her cheek. 

I couldn't help but allow a knowing smile. "Sure. 
Hungry?"

She nodded her head. "The high school cafeteria served 
better. And that's saying a lot. Let me get a shower 
first."

I wasn't quite sure what she wanted: "Ham and cheese on 
wheat bread?"

"Great. Thanks," she called back as I stepped out of the 
room closing the door behind me.

A short time later as I finished assembling the 
sandwiches – my way – everything on them but the kitchen 
sink; Andrea walked in to the kitchen with a towel 
wrapped around her wet hair, wearing a T-shirt and 
obviously no bra, her breasts showing proudly under the 
thin cotton material, the perfect rose pink nipples 
tenting the fabric, and shorts- shorts – that were cut 
down to near bikini size. I thought to myself: And this 
is what my sweet sister-in-law wants me to take care of 
for the next four years? Obviously lust filled my mind 
and my cock was standing at rigid attention as I took a 
quick look at her and tore my eyes away so as not to 
seem as though I was gaping at her.

Andrea allowed the shadow of a smile as she slipped on 
to the stool at the breakfast counter resting her head 
on her hands. Her eyes half closed she watched as I 
finished her sandwich.

I pushed the sandwich board with her sandwich and a 
large glass of ice tea to her: "Tired?"

"Jet lag." She lifted the top slice of bread to exam the 
contents. Then taking a bite of the sandwich she said: 
"The week of August twenty-second I have to be at the 
registration office for my class schedule."

"Not a problem," I assured her. I marked the calendar in 
the kitchen with the time and place.
 
It was nearly seven when Andrea decided she had enough 
and went to bed early. I sat up for a couple more hours 
dinking around on my computer before caving in myself. 
However I was awake at three o'clock my normal time; I 
started a pot of my lead-weight coffee and checked e-
mail. I was half expecting something from Gloria, but 
nothing. I e-mailed her that Andy made it just fine and 
was settling in to her new life; that was the long and 
short of my e-mail to her for a while after that. It was 
nearly five when I went outside to the garage, the 
stand-alone where I had a bronze and white 4x4, 1978 K5 
Blazer and dark blue 4x4 1980 Scottsdale pickup, not to 
mention the mandatory Harley-Davidson. I took along a 
hot-pot full of coffee when I worked outside in the 
morning; in the meantime a second pot was brewing. The 
first pot would be empty by six.

I was busy under the hood of the truck, a radio blasting 
in the back ground with smooth jazz as I worked. I 
didn't realize what time it was until I glanced up to 
see Andrea crossing the driveway to the garage. I stared 
at her for a very brief moment; long enough to take in 
the fact my niece was all-girl. 

Nice is probably the easiest way to describe her; now 
let your imagination go from there. The night before 
Andrea was a disheveled kid just getting used to the 
idea she was now in another time zone and tired from a 
full day of flying from one end of the mid-west to the 
other and for the first time on her own, even though she 
would be living with me.

She was wearing a pair of short-shorts that redefined 
short-shorts, a Billy Ray Cyrus concert T-shirt that 
definitely showed off her perky breasts, the nipples 
tenting the thin fabric, and sandals; her long tawny 
hair tied back with an elastic hair tie. She carried a 
glass of orange juice. I took all this in in a brief 
breath: "Whoa...!" I hissed then returned to the work. 
"Geezuz she looks good – the girl would look good in a 
burlap bag..."

"Morning, Uncle Dave," she called as she stepped in to 
the garage.

I looked back at the old clock that set on a shelf above 
the roll-away tool chest system: seven-thirty; I was 
already working on my second pot of coffee. "`Morning. I 
thought you'd want to sleep in."

"I did but once I'm awake I can't go back to sleep."

She wandered around the garage then stopped short. I was 
watching her for a moment waiting to see what her 
reaction was going to be to what I had in there. I was 
not to be disappointed.

"A motorcycle!" she called out as if she'd just found a 
hidden Christmas present with her name on it with a big 
red bow.

Straightening up I said: "Not just any motorcycle, 
honey, a Harley-Davidson—American built machine; built 
by proud Americans; my fun machine for the weekends. 
Want to go for a toot this weekend?"

"I'd love to Uh, what's a toot?!" 
 
I'd have sworn she was standing there drooling on the 
leather seat. 

"Ride. Ever been on one?"

Andrea turned to walk back to where I was working 
appearing saddened. "No."

From that I could tell there was disappointment. "Mom?" 
I ventured.

Andrea pulled up a stool close to me to watch. "Yeah."

We talked about it some more then she asked about the 
school, the university. She was enrolled for the full 
four year degree. After a moment Andrea was bubbling 
about the idea of college and her future – as I used to 
say about the college interns that flocked to Luthron 
for its summer program for those seeking degrees in the 
computer sciences and finances – all wide eyed and bushy 
tailed until the first meeting when the bitching and 
cussing would start then they'd come out of the 
conference room looking shell shocked.

"Oh my god, what'd I get myself into...?"

As Andrea talked I would glance back at her taking in 
the nice form of her breasts and flair of the hips and 
nice slender legs. Damned, I thought to myself, the kid 
is good looking. Then I wondered if maybe she had a 
boyfriend – and wondering a myriad of other dire 
thoughts.

Finally satisfied with what I'd been working on on the 
Blazer, I leaned back against the work bench. "You 
wanted to go shopping today, as I recall."

Andrea nodded her head. "I'd like to."

I checked the time again. "Let me get cleaned up first. 
The stores in the two biggest malls don't open until 
nine. We'll do the mall crawl today, alright?"

Andrea grinned at my remark about the, 'mall crawl.' She 
said: "Sure. I only brought enough things to last me 
until the rest of my stuff gets here."

It was nearly nine-thirty when we were ready to leave 
for town and a mall. Andrea was dressed in blue jeans, a 
T-shirt (I could tell by the outline that she had on a 
bra) and sandals. As we walked out through the garage 
she stopped to look at the GTO. I was going to take the 
truck as usual, but there was something in the girl's 
eye as she looked in the driver's window.

"Want to take it for a spin?" I asked watching her.

Andrea looked up at me with the look of a little girl 
who had just been given the best Christmas present ever. 

"Oh, yes...! Thank you...!"
 
I'd just made a little girl happy. I got the keys and 
tossed them to her. "Go for it."

Andrea went for it. We got in the car; Andrea adjusted 
her glasses then stuck the key in the ignition as I 
opened the garage door via the remote door opener. 
That's when she realized she was messing with a 427ci 
Hemi with a four barrel Spradley carburetor and Hemi 
four-speed on the floor with a Werner transmission and 
Spicer rear end. 

Andrea drew in a deep breath, placed her dainty size 
four on the clutch, turned the key in the ignition. 
That's when the Hemi came to life. I watched her 
closely. She let out the clutch with practiced ease and 
the car slowly rolled out of the garage. Once we were on 
the county road she went for it. I was suddenly praying 
the sheriff deputies were hanging out at the country 
store in the village – the local shopping center of four 
stores where I did most of my shopping and a gas 
station.
 
"Um, who taught you to use a four-speed?"

"Cousin Darin. Why?"

"Just wondering."

Andrea and Darin were the same age. I think they had a 
crush on each other at one time.

We made it to the mall safely with no speeding tickets 
and problems and the transmission and clutch intact. I 
don't think I breathed the whole way there.

Andrea pulled the car in to a parking space then looked 
over at me for my approval. I did what any guy who's 
proud of his girl would do: I leaned over to give her a 
big kiss. Andrea blushed.

She said: "I did all right then?"

"Perfect. At the least I think we have your 
transportation issue taken care of."

Gloria allowed Andrea a meager allowance. I don't know 
how she was expecting the kid to live – other than with 
me. I doubt if there was any thought given to 
transportation other than me. I know Andrea was going to 
want to go out some time on weekends and holidays. She 
took the lead as she spotted the familiar names of 
different stores. She did more window shopping than 
actually buying that day but what she did buy I could 
see she had the sensible things in mind. A few times she 
would look to see what my reaction to certain items was. 
I would give a slight nod or a shake of the head. A few 
times she picked out something sexy just to get a rise 
out of me then show me the price tag. A couple times I 
gagged and shook my head "No. Nice but um, no." She 
agreed and put it back. 

With our arms full of bags we finally made our way to 
the food court area and lunch. 

Andrea was silent for a moment, the bags of clothes and 
other things heaped at our feet, she finally said: 
"Uncle Dave ... you said earlier that I can use the GTO 
for school?"

"Sure," I said. "The only time I drive it is when the 
weather is perfect, no clouds, no smog or pollution... 
In other words, almost never."

She frowned. "But..."

"Enjoy, kid, it's worth all the thrills and chills... 
we'll get your state driver's license changed over next 
week."

Andrea lowered her gaze a moment then lifted her very 
blue eyes to regard me a moment. Tears trickled down her 
face now. 

"Uncle Dave, thank you."

I thought Andrea was going to cry. The kid had a rough 
life, Gloria being single Mom and always scrounging for 
money.

It was late afternoon when we got back home. I helped 
Andrea carry her bags to her room leaving her with the 
chore of putting it all away.

Later we fixed a light dinner eating out on the patio 
watching as the sun dipped toward the mountains. Neither 
of us spoke, we merely sat in silence watching the last 
hours of the day slip away as twilight set, the sun 
dipping behind the distant mountains. 

As the week passed we settled in to a routine; Andrea 
became used to my getting up early to work on various 
projects; I moved my laptop, the cordless and cell 
phones out on to the patio to work as the sun came up; 
I'd nearly have a full day's work in by the time she 
walked in to the kitchen for her morning glass of OJ and 
a couple breakfast bars; a couple days it was nearly 
eight-thirty before Andrea decided to get up. 

However, she also assumed the role of the "lady-in-
charge" of the house. Small things changed that anyone 
coming in the house would know there was the tell-tale 
imprint of a woman in charge here. It made her happy to 
do some of the small chores around the house, and she 
added her own touch to it too.

Late Saturday morning I rolled the Harley out of the 
garage to check it out. I fired it up and Andy was on 
the deck watching me. I grinned at her a moment then 
waved to her to come on. She was down stairs and beside 
me in an instant.

"Want to go for a ride?" I asked her.

"Yes!" Gloria wasn't there to say No.

She was in shorts and flip-flops. I said: "Rules of 
engagement on a motorcycle with me, long pants – jeans, 
shirt, good shoes – not those rubber things, and helmet 
is optional."

"Got it! Be right back." 

She was back in a flash ready for the ride. First stop 
was the country store and gas. I gave her some money to 
get munchies and drinks which I placed in the saddle-
bags. I know the clerks and a few regulars were 
wondering who my girlfriend was. Little did they know 
she was my niece. Tongues would wag that week.

We took off out of there on a quick ride and a quiet 
place off the main county rode to sit and enjoy the day 
by ourselves. I think that is where we really got to 
know one another and our relationship took a turn to 
more than just uncle and young niece.

In the meantime, she had begun the habit, at least until 
the weather got too cool for her, and since I lived out 
in the "sticks and sage brush" to just wear whatever she 
wore to bed and a terry cloth robe out on to the patio. 
A couple times the robe opened revealing a thin cotton 
top displaying her nice small perfectly formed breasts, 
the shadows of the little rose pink nipples poking at 
the thin fabric, the little bikini panty stretched tight 
over her pussy, the thin shadow of the nice tawny thatch 
of downy hair between her legs evident through the thin 
cotton. Without a doubt the display gave me a nice early 
morning hard-on.

"Geezuz she is nice looking..."

Andrea sat down across the table from me looking bored. 
She had already been with me most of July into August 
and we had done little except go shopping and out for 
pizza, burgers, or to Texas Roadhouse for steaks and 
fries. We took one good ride on the Harley, that was 
all. I finally had to ask:

"What do you want to do today?" 
 
Lifting my coffee cup to take a sip of the tepid liquid, 
I watched Andrea shrug.

"I dunno," she replied sitting back in the lounge chair 
her legs held together yet her young girl's pussy still 
nicely displayed.
 
For the first time in a long time I had nice fervent wet 
dreams of young girls, of taking their virginity and 
just ravishing them for my own lustful pleasure. Andrea 
had revived those illicit dreams and musings.

Touching the alt-delete-tab keys I logged off my laptop 
and shoved it aside. I asked:

"How about a toot? We never did really get to take it 
last month much beyond the village and the pizza place 
or streak house." I couldn't help but grin as the girl 
perked up.

"Yes!" Andrea came alive in nothing flat. "Yeah, we did 
once but got too involved in other things after that."

"That was you're first time as I recall?" I asked the 
answer was too obvious.

"Yeah."

"Mom as I recall?" 

"Yeah. Dangerous she claimed."

Yeah, for a girl, I mused but said nothing. I refrained 
from telling her the true story behind that. The guy 
Gloria was running around with while she was in high 
school owned a motorcycle. The short end of it was: 
That's how Gloria lost her virginity and eventually got 
knocked up. End of story.

A short time later Andrea walked in to the garage where 
I getting the Harley ready for our ride.
 
"Okay, Uncle Dave?" she asked showing herself off to 
me.Dark jeans, dark long sleeved top, good walking shoes 
(I didn't know she owned anything but rubber soled 
running shoes) and her black sun glasses. She looked as 
if she had been poured into the outfit. Every subtle 
curve, line, and part of her body was perfectly outlined 
by the jeans and top. 

I looked back at her, my gaze rapidly traveling from her 
long tawny hair down her front stopping for a brief 
glimpse of the perfect form of her breasts; her nipples 
were hard tenting the material nicely; then to the 
slacks and the slender width of her waist and nice form 
of her subtle hips. Needless to say I had a hard-on in 
nothing flat.

I coughed and said: "Mind if I whistle?"

Andrea laughed and swatted at my shoulder. "You're my 
uncle – of course you can whistle."

Okay, I thought. The girl doesn't seem to know what 
she's in for the next couple years. I whistled. Andrea 
blushed. I smiled.

Andrea laughed again as I climbed on the bike to start 
it; I started the engine with a good kick on the starter 
then she got on. The Harley I owned was not the new type 
with the full-blown stereo systems, windshield aka bug 
shield, and a ton of other non-descript stuff that adds 
cost and weight to the bike; it was all pure stripped 
down bike – sans chrome.

Andrea settled herself behind me and we were off and 
gone. Our first stop was the convenience store in the 
village for gas and snacks. I know the few people at the 
store were watching us and wondering what was going on. 
The snacks were placed in the saddle bags and we were 
off again. It didn't take Andrea long to become a 
professional back seat passenger on a motorcycle.

As we rode along the highway I would glance back in the 
side view mirrors for a glimpse of Andrea's long tawny 
hair flowing back from her head in a streamer, the girl 
laughing as she hung on to me enjoying the ride.

I stopped a few times at different places so she could 
enjoy the scenery or some sight. By the last stop, a 
wide pull off on a section of mountain road, I had my 
arms about Andrea. She leaned back against me, holding 
my hands. I lightly rested my chin on her head, that's 
how short she really was. We eventually made our way 
home. Andrea headed to her room and a good long hot 
shower. I went outside to the patio to collapse on the 
lounge chair. After a while a hand touched my shoulder. 
Jumping slightly at the touch I looked up to see Andrea 
standing beside me in just a thin robe, the patio light 
back lighting her, her young lithe body in full 
silhouette. Needless to say I had an instant hard-on.

"Want something to eat, Uncle Dave?" she asked looking 
down at me, then sat on the edge of the lounge beside 
me. "Want me to fix us something?"

I nodded my head and while she was fixing a light supper 
I went to get myself a shower.

It was two days later, nearly the middle of August that 
Andrea's stuff finally arrived by truck. It was all 
packed in a plywood shipping crate. I had to feel a bit 
sorry for the driver; he had to maneuver the semi-
trailer rig up the long gravel drive way to the house 
and main garage; turn the forty foot trailer around in a 
space big enough for me to maneuver the Suburban.

Andrea was in the house when I called to her the truck 
had finally arrived. The driver got out with the clip 
board and bill of lading. I was standing in the open 
garage door when Andrea came bouncing down the back 
stairs in to the garage. I didn't see her, I didn't have 
to. The look on the driver's face was enough. She was 
wearing a pair of cut offs that redefined the definition 
of short-shorts and a red and white Daisy Mae top with 
no bra. In the past month she had become daring in what 
she wore around the house considering we lived out in 
the middle of nowhere. The crate was unloaded and set in 
the garage. I signed for the crate, and he was gone.

I looked the crate over then took out my favorite pry 
bar to pull the lid off the crate. 

According to the bill of lading there were twelve 
individual boxes packed inside. We took each one out 
cutting the tops open to inspect the contents. 

The first box I pulled out felt like it weighed sixty 
pounds.

"What did you do, collect rocks?" I asked setting the 
box aside.

"My book collection," said Andrea with a bit of 
annoyance.

I refrained from any more witty comments. Everything she 
had as a kid until high school had been packed and 
shipped to her. We carried the first two up to her room. 
She emptied out each box, everything from clothes to 
stuffed toys were in the boxes. As she emptied them I 
gathered the empty boxes to take them down to the 
garage. At one point Andrea was sitting on the bed 
staring at the last of the boxes to be unpacked. She had 
most of her personal things put away.

The two cats had moved in to Andrea's room after she 
moved in with me taking up residence there. She was 
petting them staring at the boxes. The cats seemed to 
sense her depression and hugged up to her.

I asked quietly: "Need help?"

Andrea lifted her eyes to look at me then lowered them 
again. "Thanks. No, it's just ...well, I don't know; Mom 
sent me everything ..."

I looked over the room and where she placed certain 
things. Something told me this was how her room at home 
looked. I said:

"In other words, she emptied out your room and shipped 
it all to you here..."

Andrea merely nodded her head in reply. Something else 
told me this was not how it was supposed to be. I could 
not say anything. There was no appropriate reply for 
this situation. I backed out of the room softly closing 
the door. A few minutes later I could hear a little girl 
crying; Andrea wept.

It was close to five when Andrea entered the kitchen. I 
was preparing one of my all time stews in a pot which 
was going to be supper. I asked:

"Hungry?"

Andrea sat heavily on a counter stool her glasses 
propped on top of her head. I could see her eyes were 
red from crying. The cats were Andrea's constant 
companions; they jumped on to the counter lying down 
near her.

She nodded her head petting one of the cats. "Yeah, 
thanks."

"Stew?"

Again she nodded her head.

She seemed depressed by this overt sign of rejection by 
her mother. I couldn't help but wonder what was on 
Gloria's mind by doing that. It bothered me almost as 
much as it did Andrea. She was more a daughter to me now 
than a niece.

As I set a bowl of stew, a hard roll and ice tea in 
front of her I leaned across the counter to kiss her on 
the forehead. Andrea lifted her tear stained eyes to 
regard me.

"Thanks – Uncle Dave." 

Our eyes held each other for a moment then she dropped 
her gaze back to the bowl of stew. She was silent as we 
ate, the cats lying close to her the whole time.

However, it had the other effect that Andrea drew closer 
to me, almost as a lover in many ways, which I didn't 
mind but as she was my niece it made things a bit 
uncomfortable at times. I was doing my best to keep our 
relationship plutonic but that was becoming a losing 
affair.

Friday rolled around and it seemed Andrea was over her 
depression, or so it seemed. I was finishing up some 
yard work when Andrea found me in the second garage 
gassing up the big John Deere tractor and mower. She was 
dressed in designer jeans, blue cotton T-shirt and 
sandals, her long tawny hair hung loose. My mind 
suddenly went in to overdrive: what color were the 
panties and bra?

She stood back watching me a minute playing with the rim 
of her glasses then her hair then asked: "Uncle Dave, I 
was thinking..." I always hated it when a woman starts 
out: 'I was thinking...' the guy is usually in trouble 
by the second part of her remark. "There's nothing going 
on right now and... well, I was going to go to the mall. 
Alright?"

"Um, sure. You need me to...?"

Andy shook her head, her long tawny hair swishing back 
and forth. 

Retail therapy.

She left in the GTO that was now her car. I watched her 
leave then went back to work.

It was late afternoon when she finally returned. I was 
sitting in the kitchen trying to figure out what we 
could have for supper that would be different. I could 
hear the car being backed in to the garage. A few 
minutes later she bounded up the stairs with her arms 
loaded with several bags and packages and a couple with 
an elite women's lingerie store logo. The cats were 
sitting on the counter pawing at the cook book I was 
looking through for meal time ideas.

"Yeah, guys, I'd say Andy is over her depression. 
Shopping's great therapy for a woman."

The pair jumped down from the counter to follow their 
new mistress to her room.

I found what I was looking for; book marked the page and 
went outside. A short time later Andy stepped outside 
with a new robe on the cats following. I was standing 
beside the garage and could not help watching – staring 
would be more like what I was doing. She laid out a 
blanket she was carrying. Shrugged the robe off letting 
it slide to the ground. I darn near lost my breakfast – 
and lunch – the girl was wearing little less than a 
string bikini: Three petit triangles of cloth and 
string. It was a moment before I realized the bikini was 
a light shade of blue. 

The wind was knocked out of me now. I had an instant 
hard on that literally ached it was so hard. "Damned 
that is one fine looking girl..."

She knelt on the blanket then reached behind herself to 
unfasten the bra. She held the bra in place as she lay 
face down. She turned her head in my direction: she had 
a smile that she was enjoying what she was doing – 
tormenting the hell out of me.

I had the feeling that she was watching me watching her. 
I was right. She wagged a finger at me and I crossed the 
driveway to the back lawn. She was lying on her stomach 
watching me walk over to her like an obedient servant. 

With a sexy bed room voice she said:

"Uncle Dave, would you be a dear and rub some sun block 
on my back?" 
 
This is all it took; Andy had me on the ropes now. I 
knelt beside her, my hands shaking as if from a palsy as 
I took the bottle to squeeze some in to my hand. I 
thought: God am I going to be allowed, a mere mortal, to 
touch a goddess? Dumb thought but it was on my mind now.

I worked the lotion in to her satin smooth skin at the 
same time before I realized it I was giving her a full 
body massage. She began emanating soft moans and sighs 
as I rubbed her down. I got her to lie on her back; she 
hung on to the bra as she rolled on to her back. My gaze 
traveled from her sensuous smile to her nice small full 
firm breasts, the nipples tenting the material, her 
stomach and abs, to the nice tender V between her legs – 
and the small darker color showing that her girlhood 
juices were seeping she was aroused and excited by the 
full body rub. 

I finally leaned down to kiss her. Andy looked up at me 
with a sense of surprise that turned in to a knowing 
smile. 
 
"You like it?" she asked in a soft voice.

I dumbly nodded my head in answer. 

That night I had the most wondrous wet dream about her. 
Nothing else could compare.

This was the beginning, after this we began using 
endearments and occasionally touched each other on the 
arms or back but nothing physical beyond that, she 
enjoyed the fact that we shared these moments. This is 
what she wanted.

As I mentioned, Andy took charge of the house early on 
giving it those special touches that otherwise were 
lacking. She knew I pretty much had mentally shutdown 
after Pat's death, nothing mattered; Andy now filled 
that void within a matter of a few weeks the house 
showed a definite change. 

Yeah, guys there was a woman in the house and it had 
become her private domain.

Before we realized it, it was the twenty-second of 
August, a Thursday. From the house to the college was a 
bit of a drive. I drove her to the school having her 
write down the directions as we drove, I took the 
simplest route possible.

I suffered through the orientation with her, the 
schedules, and other mundane things college students 
have to endure, which is why I opted for the adult 
education route when I retired from the Army. Since 
Andrea was registered as an out-of-state student living 
with family – i.e. me, we didn't have to endure the 
dormitory orientation, which by that time it was three 
in the afternoon and she would be starting classes the 
next week. 


II.

Fortunately Andrea was responsible enough that even 
though I was a habitual early riser she got herself up 
and gone to school, considering how far she had to 
drive. 
 
The first semester was drawing to a close. Thanksgiving 
she invited a couple of her school friends to have 
Thanksgiving with us. They were students who lived 
either on the east coast or somewhere else that would 
prove too far and expensive for them to travel home for 
the weekend. 

Andrea took charge of the preparations. Her friends 
arrived about eleven o'clock that morning. When the two 
girls arrived and introductions made I took it as my cue 
to vacate the kitchen for the den until dinner time. 

The two girls were absolute dolls. One was dark haired, 
dark eyes, wore gold rimmed glasses, medium height, and 
gorgeous body to match all else. The other, she was the 
shy one; long auburn hair, green eyes, nice full firm 
breasts, tall freckled – both all girl.
 
I think the girls got a charge out of the relationship 
Andrea and I shared. 
 
We ate close to two o'clock then spent the remainder of 
the afternoon and evening in the living room talking. 
Andrea sat close to me on the sofa, I suppose it sent a 
signal: He's mine. Andrea plied me with questions about 
my time in the service and around the world. The girls 
enthralled with the stories of places I'd been that most 
world trotting tourists would give a month's wages just 
to see.

We avoided Black Friday. The malls and other shops would 
be packed to overflowing. We decided to slum at home 
that weekend.

Then Christmas; I thought for sure Andrea would have 
made reservations by then to fly home at least a few 
days to see her mother.

Saturday morning following Thanksgiving Andy sat at the 
lunch counter with a couple of her books attempting to 
read or study as I fixed us breakfast but I could see 
that her mind just wasn't on it.

I looked back at her for a moment then asked: "Want to 
talk about it, honey?"

Andy shook her head. I shrugged. It wasn't the first 
time she had folded in to herself. The thing that amazed 
me: Andy was doing great in her school work and made 
dean's list twice already but there was no response from 
Gloria.

It was the second weekend after Thanksgiving and Andy 
was standing in the middle of the living room. I walked 
back to the kitchen from my study to refill the air-pot 
with more coffee when she stopped me. She asked:

"Where are you going to put the Christmas tree, Uncle 
Dave?"

I stopped looked around a moment then asked stupid 
question number two: "Tree? What tree?"

As I said: "Stupid question."
 
The problem was: I was serious, she was serious; 
dangerous situation here.

Andy leveled her now familiar look of: Oh give me a 
break! over the top of her glasses at me.

At this point I was hooked. Good thing we had a long 
weekend. I found all the old Christmas decorations which 
included the lights for the windows and so forth. When 
she found the door wreaths she hung one on the front 
door and the others, she braved the cold and snow to 
hang the others on the drive way access posts and lamps.

Later I sucked up my ego and we used the pickup truck to 
drive through the snow out to the back of the property 
to find a suitable tree. We walked around through the 
snow looking at pines of various sizes, shapes, height 
and greenery. As we walked hand in hand the tone-poem of 
Ottorino Respighi, The Pines of Rome came to mind. After 
about twenty minutes of walking through knee deep snow 
we finally found one both of us were satisfied with. I 
cut it down with the chain saw and hauled it back to the 
truck. 
 
By supper time we had the tree trimmed and setup near 
the patio doors. As we were unpacking the ornaments the 
cats discovered the tree. Andrea laughed until she was 
chocking as I tried to get the two feisty felines out of 
the tree. We had the house nearly decorated by the time 
we sat down to eat in front of the fire place with a 
crackling log fire.

One thing I could say, she was now happy – happy in her 
own way and happy that she had someone to spend 
Christmas with. I leaned over to give her a long 
passionate kiss which she returned with a passion of her 
own. That moment marked the next phase of our 
relationship. 

We parted long enough for air and Andrea to say: "Thank 
you, darling."


III.

The following weekend we did the "mall crawl" with the 
thousands of other Christmas shoppers who were expected 
to make Christmas bright and happy for the store owners.
 
We had cell phones so we could plan a rendezvous point 
with all our "loot."

I wasn't sure what to get Andy for Christmas – I knew 
what I'd have liked to get her and I'd have probably 
overdrawn my credit cards and bank accounts in every 
women's store in town. I sneaked a peek at a dress size, 
skirt, blouse and other things during the week while she 
was at school. Got a few gift cards from other stores – 
spent a small fortune – but then who else did I have to 
spoil?

It was obvious Andy was enjoying herself now, the closer 
the days advanced toward Christmas weekend. This was 
going to be an especially long weekend since Christmas 
fell on a Thursday; skip Friday, don't expect to find 
anyone at work until Monday. However, Andy being a 
college student had it good – the first Monday after New 
Year's she would be starting her second semester.

The little bit of mail Andy was now receiving I laid on 
a table near the hall way. It was late in the week just 
before when a Christmas card arrived for Andy. I checked 
the cancelation stamp and return address: Gloria.

"Well, damned, she did remember her daughter. Now I know 
it'll snow this weekend..."

That weekend I decided a good preventive measure was to 
teach Andy self-recovery methods with the cars and 
trucks. Girl's a fast learner. I wasn't going to have my 
niece being no damsel in distress on the road. Because 
of the road conditions, especially where we live I had 
her drive the "Beast Junior", the K5 Blazer to school 
most of December just to be safe.

Starting the Sunday before Christmas the presents 
started appearing under the tree. We'd sneak them out to 
the living room place the gift under the tree among the 
others and duck back to the kitchen or basement. Before 
Wednesday there was a small hill lock of presents under 
the tree. The following week it would be time for the 
students to take a break.

That week we got hit with the snow storm from hell – and 
hell is supposed to be super-hot? Who says? Andy was 
late getting home. I was nervous to say the least. I 
finally called her on her cell just to make sure she was 
alright. 

I finally got her on the third ring. When she answered 
all I could make out with the wind blasting in the cell 
phone was: "...I'm all right, Uncle Dave. I'm still at 
school ...pulling a couple friends of mine outta the 
snow banks..."

Then I heard her giving somebody instructions on how to 
hook up the tow-chains on their vehicle. "No, no... here 
let me show you." There was a rattling of chains and 
some cursing. 

"Well I thought that was how it was hooked on..." A 
frustrated male voice.

"Combat cross draw..." Andrea's voice insisted.

"What the hell is a combat cross draw?" The frustrated 
male voice.

My girl. God I was so proud of her.

"Here hold my phone, Uncle Dave's on the phone..."

A short pause then: "Um, hi Uncle Dave..." came the same 
male voice.

"Um, hi."

Andy was playing recovery service for her class mates 
with the Blazer. When she finally did arrive home an 
hour and a half later, I was waiting for her in the 
garage. The cats were sitting on the work bench 
wondering what was going on. The door opened with a 
blast of frigid wind and snow blew in to the open 
garage. She backed the truck in to the garage where the 
GTO sat, the GTO was now across the yard in the other 
garage. The door rolled shut Andy climbed out of the 
snow covered truck.
 
I went up to kiss her, I got a big hug and passionate 
kiss then she waved over one hundred and fifty dollars 
under my nose. "Ta, da!"

My girl. God, I was in love with her...

 The last classes of the semester were over for Andy; 
together we literally sweated out her first exams. 
Christmas Eve afternoon Andy arrived home from school 
just moments ahead of another snow storm. 
	
I decided to make Christmas Eve evening a special formal 
affair.
 
Gritting my teeth I turned on the in house audio system 
to Christmas music just before she got home so it would 
set the mood for the evening. She stopped at the top of 
the stairs to pet the cats whom were waiting for her 
return; then she took a deep breath.

"Pork roast?" she asked with a smile. "Oooh, yes..."

I was thinking about the traditional Christmas goose but 
the price set me back on my heels: so it was pork roast.

We both agreed that turkey was out; that was more a 
Thanksgiving tradition.

"Yup," I said opening the oven enough to show her the 
roast.

The heady aroma of the spices surprised her. "Oh I can't 
wait..."

Andy took a look at me seeing me in white shirt, dark 
tie, dark slacks and my best western boots. She smiled 
again and said:"Formal?"

"A special evening for just us and no place to go for a 
few days. Besides, I ain't goin' anywhere that's 
important in that mess out there." I hooked a thumb 
toward the patio windows and the snow piled up on the 
patio deck.

A half hour later, almost to the minute that everything 
was ready Andy came in to the dining room sans her 
glasses which was rare. The dining room was all set up 
and ready for us to include a bottle of white wine on 
ice to go with the pork roast.
 
I had candles set on the table and the lights turned low 
for the romantic and seasonal setting.

Andy was dressed in a dark green nylon and satin dress 
with sheer nylon sleeves and low cut front that nicely 
showed off her nice small full firm breasts; black hose 
and strappy high heels and black faux pearl necklace. 
Her long tawny hair was done up in a loose pony tail 
that hung over her right shoulder. I darn near dropped 
the bowl of salad. Andy was enjoying herself now. She 
executed a 360 twirl the dress flaring out nearly to her 
hips showing off what she had on underneath: shear black 
panty.

I was just as cooked mentally as the roast when she did 
that. 

"Like?" She asked stopping to face me. It was obvious 
she could see that my reaction was my answer.

However I nearly chocked: "Yes."

 I quickly set the salad down to seat her. As she sat 
down I was able to peer down the front of the dress to 
see she was wearing a small black lace bra. My cock was 
stiff as a two by four now. 

I thought: God she is so fine looking... damn.

We started with salad and then to a light appetizer and 
finally the pork and side dishes.

We small talked about school; a few of her new friends, 
I briefly told her about a couple new projects I was 
working on that she had become interested in.

By the dessert, cherry jubilee fondue the, until now 
unmentionable subject came up – the maturing intimacy of 
our relationship. 

Andy sat with her head down for a minute. Then she asked 
in a soft tone: "Uncle Dave – is it wrong for me to love 
you this way? I mean even before I moved here – I–I... 
have had a crush on you – and, and love you."

She managed to choke out that she had fallen in love 
with me – as much as I had fallen in love with her, but 
neither of us wanting to say anything or be the first to 
admit to our love for fear of ruining a good thing.

Lifting her eyes to meet mine for a second gauging my 
reaction, she lowered her gaze back to her plate waiting 
for my answer.

I was quite frank in my answer: "No, honey it's not 
wrong. There's nothing wrong with how we feel about each 
other." I reached across the table to take her hand in 
mine. "I suppose we've just been too afraid to admit our 
love for each; afraid we'd mess up a good thing. And to 
be quite frank it's nobody's business that we love each 
other as we do. You're eighteen going on nineteen and 
you can decide what is right and wrong for yourself. In 
my opinion our relationship has gone beyond the plutonic 
stage."

I knew that is what she wanted to hear.

Andy lifted her eyes to meet mine allowing a soft child-
like smile.

I lifted my wine glass: "To us and to us forever."

We finished up and put the dishes and silverware in the 
dishwasher. Andy turned pushing me back against the 
counter then gave me a kiss sliding her tongue in to my 
mouth that gave me an even harder hard-on than I already 
had. 

In a soft sensuous whisper she said: "Be back..."

I watched her walk out of the kitchen with the now 
familiar sway of her hips and luscious butt. I am not 
really much of a "butt" guy; I am more in to the girl or 
woman's breasts, especially those like Andy's: nice 
small full firm mounds that give a girl or woman an 
appearance of innocence and purity. Most guys would say: 
Riii – gght!

Sorry, I disagree.

I went in to the living room to wait for Andrea to 
return. I am not exactly a living room mushroom. 
Television has never been at the top of my list for 
cheap entertainment. That's another grip along with the 
news media; I turned the end table lamps on low, just 
enough light to see by, the Christmas tree lights 
provided the rest of the light. I then decided to sit on 
the sofa knowing Andy would want to sit beside me.

The cats settled in to a chair together to sleep.

A short time later Andrea was standing in the entrance 
to the hallway back lighted by the hall light. Andy was 
wearing a sheer dark colored baby doll and a matching 
floor length sheer nylon peignoir that was open, the 
light from the hallway back lighted her exquisite young 
figure. Crossing the room to the sofa in slow easy 
strides, the long gown swishing as she walked, Andrea 
reached the sofa sitting to my right tucking her left 
leg up under her.

My eyes traveled down her front pausing at her nice 
small beautiful breasts, the rose pink nipples erect and 
hard. My gaze continued down to the narrow width of her 
waist and the flair of her delightful hips and finally 
the sensuously tender V between her legs the downy 
thatch of dark hair and her pussy that I could make out 
in the subdued light of the room. 

"Our first Christmas," I said remarking on the obvious 
as I slipped an arm about her drawing her close to kiss 
her. She parted her lips allowing me to slide my tongue 
to touch and caress the inside of her mouth. 

Andrea drew back for just a moment and said in a near 
whisper: "I want this to be a special time for us, 
Dave."

"Always," I replied drawing her back to me.

We kissed long and passionately until Andrea pulled 
away. She said softly: "I have something for you."

We took our time exchanging each gift, savoring the 
moment with the mandatory pictures; thank god for 
digital cameras. Some of the shots would have landed me 
in court for pornography. During our exchanging gifts we 
ended up on the floor like a couple kids. There were 
squeals of delight, Ooo's and Aaaah's and a lot of 
kisses exchanged. Andrea blushed a pretty scarlet as she 
opened the ones I had gotten from the same elite women's 
lingerie shop at the mall. 
 
We sat there for a moment gazing at the fire then on 
impulse we leaned toward each other to kiss once more 
but this time it lasted longer and was more passion 
filled. As we kissed, our tongues playing tag then I 
slid mine in to her mouth drawing it back across the 
roof of her mouth sending a thrill and shiver through 
her. Andrea lightly moaned as I did this she wrapping 
her arms about my neck. Andrea finally lay back on the 
floor drawing me down on to her, she was like a 
Christmas present, the best saved for last. H

er long tawny hair spread out about her head like a fan; 
the feel of the silk baby doll and gown almost made me 
lose my load of male-cream. Our passion became more 
intimate as I slid a hand up her side to cup and gently 
fondle the full firm form of her breast. Andrea clung 
tightly to me as I felt her up, her soft moans of 
delight and ecstasy filled the room.

The satin smoothness of her skin, the shape of her hips 
and legs gave me the feeling I was starting all over 
again in life with a girlfriend and seducing her for the 
first time. Almost for the moment de ja vu of my first 
time when I seduced Pat. It was nearly a setting like 
this but in an apartment when I laid her on the floor 
like this and took her virginity.

Sliding my hand along Andrea's side I kissed her neck 
and face gently, fondling the small full firm form of 
her breast through the nylon; the nipples were hard and 
erect with her arousal. I lightly caressed the small 
rose bud pink nipple swelled with her arousal as I 
pulled the top aside from her breast to kiss and suck on 
the small firm mound bringing another soft moan from 
her.

"Be gentle, Dave," she pleaded as I drew the little 
nipple in to my mouth, "Ooooo... yes. It's all right, 
darling, I–I'm... on the pill..."

That bit of revelation made me stop for a moment to 
realize what she was saying. It was a moment before I 
kissed her even more as I slid my hand down her front to 
her waist and hips. I wanted to feel and taste that 
tender place between her legs, to know it was mine 
tonight. I moved back up the length of her body to her 
breasts.

"God, so beautiful," I softly told her. "Beautiful..."

My cock ached now it was so hard.

Andrea looked up at me as I lifted my mouth from her 
breasts, peering in to her dark eyes that showed her 
fear and wonder at letting me have my way with her that 
night. She said her voice tinged with the fears of her 
first time:

"I–I've never gone this far before..."

In our talks I had the idea that Andrea was still 
virgin, even though she had a couple boy friends back 
home, she didn't let them go beyond the occasional feel 
and fondling; she wanted to stay virgin until she was 
sure of the boy – or man who'd be her "first." 
 
I quietly shushed her and said: "Relax sweet heart. 
Relax and you'll enjoy it more..."

Andrea shivered as I drew my hand back up to her breasts 
gathering the silken material with it then slid my hand 
down her side to her slender waist and the dangerous 
flair of her hips to the milky satin smoothness of her 
thighs. I continued kissing her down her chest gathering 
the sheer nightie up to kiss her body. 

I kissed her down her left side and thighs then back up 
the other to her hips and the tender area between her 
legs. I slowly drew my hand up between her legs and 
across her throbbing wet pussy: Andrea gasped then 
moaned as I began to gently but firmly caressing her 
pussy and swollen clit.

I stroked the firm moistness of her young pussy pressing 
the silk panty in to her virginity rubbing my fingers up 
to her pulsing virgin clit and then pressing the silk 
panty in to the wetness of her pussy until she finally 
cam with a cry of delight the creamy feminine juices 
wetting my fingers.
 
As I nuzzled her breasts and neck I slipped my hand 
under the waistband of her panty pushing it down to the 
moistness of the downy soft thatch of hair between her 
legs to molest the sensitive little clit. Andrea rolled 
her head back and forth with her heavy breathing and 
moans of pleasure and delight.

All I could think of at this moment in my dark haze of 
lust and desire was what it was going to feel like 
taking the girl's virginity and fucking her.

I slipped my hand under the waist band of the panty to 
the downy soft thatch of hair between her legs and to 
the stiff little nub of her clit. I touched it sliding 
my finger over it, Andy gasped and moved as I began to 
caress the tender little bit of flesh that made a woman 
– or girl want to have an instant orgasm: Andy moaned 
with the pleasure I was giving her now as I gently 
fingered her clit, then slid my finger in to her pulsing 
young pussy probing her for the time.

Andrea moaned and shivered as she was on the verge of 
her second orgasm. She wrapped her arms about my neck 
drawing her legs up squeezing my hand between her them.

"Ahhhh, Dave I've never felt like this before..."

"My Little Miss Nice and Tight," I murmured as I slid my 
finger in and out of her in even strokes molesting her 
pulsing clit with my thumb. "You like what I am doing to 
you?"

"Oooo Dave ...darling. Yes, yes..."	

As I sucked on her breasts and the tender little nipples 
she bucked her hips then cried as she finally came, her 
juices flowing on to my fingers again. 

I lifted myself up and made her spread her legs then 
pulled her panty down. I decided it was time to show her 
what a night of unbridled sex was like. Pat and I had 
more than our share of nights like this. When we were 
younger, in our early twenties we'd spend half of Friday 
night or nearly a whole Saturday just fucking the hell 
out of each other.

I pulled the little wisp of silk off tossing it aside 
and made her spread her legs again. I know she must have 
thought I was about to pop her cherry and fuck the hell 
out of her. Except much to her surprise I went down 
between her legs. God, I nearly forgot, and how can you 
forget something as beautiful and sensuous as a young 
girl's pussy, especially virgin pussy?

Andrea flinched as I touched her pussy lips with my 
tongue drawing it up the length of the nice and tight 
slit to her swollen young clit. She cried as I molested 
her clit with my tongue. She bucked her hips in rhythm 
to the slow methodical laps of my tongue; she grasped my 
head holding me not letting me away from her pussy 
throbbing with her ecstasy. As would be expected I 
increased the tempo of the strokes with my tongue until 
she cried again with a third more heated orgasm.
 	
"Oh, god, Dave... Dave... yes, I've never done this..."

My groin and hard cock ached so bad I was nearly 
groaning with the pain of holding back. I boosted myself 
up quickly loosening my slacks and pushing them and the 
briefs down as I moved up between her legs until the 
head of my cock was touching her throbbing young pussy. 
I moved my hips to positioning my cock to penetrate her. 

"Be... be gentle Uncle Dave... please... I'm virgin 
tight..."

Thrusting forward I pushed my cock in to her; Andrea 
gasped and moaned with the feeling of being penetrated 
for the first time. I pushed in deeper; Andrea moaned 
with the feeling of being filled now by a male cock. I 
didn't say anything, I didn't ask her how it felt or 
anything, I shoved again stopping at the resistance of 
her maidenhood. I couldn't help but smile to myself that 
this confirmed her virginity.

Andrea cried out as my cock touched her virgin cherry 
maidenhood. I suddenly had a sense of de ja vu as I 
pushed against her virgin cherry, that gossamer thin 
membrane that had kept her virgin until that moment. 
Another time, long ago in my youth when I was in high 
school, a young girl who said she had a crush on me gave 
herself to me on a summer afternoon in the back woods 
behind her house. Tamara was her name – Tamara Wilson. 
We fucked several more times that summer – damned what a 
summer that was for a kid of sixteen. After that she was 
hardly the last either.

Pulling back just enough I thrust forward in to Andrea 
making her cry out as I broke her maidenhood forcing my 
cock deep in to her pussy. God it felt good. Good could 
hardly even describe how it felt penetrating a young 
girl's virgin pussy and taking her like this. I looked 
down at her face her eyes were closed as she endured the 
fate of all young girls when they lose their virginity, 
the pain when their lover breeches their maidenhood 
claiming her as his own. I did my best to take her 
slowly as I began to thrust in and out of her, fucking 
her making it last.

I thrust in and out of Andrea's young throbbing pussy, 
she pulled her legs up making me go in further; she 
moaned with the erotic sensation of her first time. Her 
head lolled back and forth as she thrust her hips in 
rhythm with me: She was in pure ecstasy as I thrust in 
and out of her pussy – she would not be able to claim 
she was still virgin the next morning, but I doubt now 
that bothered her. I had not made a half dozen thrusts 
in to her before she came in multiple orgasms; she cried 
out with the first as it racked her body and then she 
came again, crying just as loud as I felt the warm surge 
of her girlhood juices being forced out past my hard 
thick cock.

Finally a sharp pain lanced through my balls, I thrust 
in deeper bringing another cry from Andrea, then a 
searing wave of heat surged from my cock, I shot rope 
after rope of my creamy male juices in to the girl. My 
stream of cum seemed to last for several minutes filling 
the girl's pussy.
 
We collapsed together exhausted from our first love 
making. 

After a moment we got our breath back I boosted myself 
to a kneeling position pulling my briefs and pants back 
up I picked Andrea from the floor and carried her to the 
master bedroom and the shower. Despite her being out of 
breath and sore, she giggled with delight as I set her 
down and started the water.

We showered and dried, I massaged her down and she 
massaged me down and before we knew it, I had her on her 
back again, legs spread and I took her a second time 
that night.

It was spring break, the week before Easter when Gloria 
showed up at the end of the driveway. No call, no "hi 
I'll be down your way next week" just, "Hi, guess 
who...?" Andrea and I damn near had strokes. Since 
Christmas Andrea and I had become serious lovers. Andrea 
literally moved in to my room and bed on Christmas Day. 
But, Gloria had some guy with her. It turned out it was 
her new lover. Andrea had only met him a couple times:

"Vince something... a distant cousin – I think." Andrea 
told me as the two got out of a brand new Ford F-150. 
"Supposedly a cousin by marriage."

Later that evening Gloria and I went to the study to 
talk; she finally let me in on a few facts:

"I suppose you're a bit upset by all this. That's why I 
decided to come down here to see you two in person: I 
was aware the past couple years before Pat's passing 
that Andy had a crush on you." Gloria related. "Always 
her favorite uncle and the only one in the family to 
spoil her like you did with gifts from around the 
world..."

"I figured that out a few days after she got here," I 
told her. "Once she had settled in she pretty much took 
over on most of the household duties."

"Well, that's why she wanted so bad and worked so hard 
to be accepted to the university here. And when Pat 
passed, that's when she knew she could live with you."

To say the least, I was relieved to hear that there was 
some prior planning to all this, and Gloria was not too 
upset that Andy and I had become lovers.
 
"Keep it in the family," she told me as she and her own 
lover, a cousin left the next day. "She'll take good 
care of you, Dave. She loves you."

And that was the last I saw of Gloria, and Andy never 
heard from her Mother again. 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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