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Eighteen-year-old Lynn Hood sat on the couch with her long legs drawn up under her, watching television. The show was boring, and her uncle was being very insistent. She sighed deeply, her exceptionally large but beautifully formed breasts heaving upward and outward as she pulled her shoulders back, stretching hard, then lowering as she relaxed and hunched forward. She got her legs out from under her and stood up.

"Oh, all right. But just for a few minutes, okay?"

"Sure, Lynn. Listen, I'm going downstairs and set up the lights. Change into a skirt and blouse, will you?"

Lynn snapped her hands against her slim hips and cocked her head to one side, pursing her full lips in annoyance. A wide, thin curtain of long blonde hair fell across her face. She let it stay there, and held her pose.

"Now just a minute," she said. "Why can't you photograph me in this?"

Wes, the teenager's uncle, shook his head and eyed the girl slowly from toe to chest. Lynn was wearing a pullover sweater with the words NOT FOR SALE printed in red on the front and the single word YET! printed in a demonic green on the back, and a pair of well-worn jeans with a large red rose embroidered on the ass. The stem of the rose passed downward, directly along the seam between her tight buttocks, then upward in front to disappear under her belt buckle.

"It's a bit… ostentatious, isn't it?"

Lynn shifted her weight, finally tossed the cloud of hair over her shoulder with a shake of her head.

"What?"

"Lynn," Wes said in his most reasonable voice, though his heart was pounding with anticipation and his cock was already half hardened, "I would like to take some pictures of you, not of your clothes. All of this… artwork. It detracts from my photographs, and frankly, Lynn, it detracts from your beauty." He paused to lift his eyes from her enormous chest to her eyes. He stared firmly and unblinking into her beautiful dark eyes, took a deep breath for sincerity's sake, and said, "And you are very, very beautiful.' "Oh, bull," she said. She was used to this kind of talk from her uncle, and It didn't impress her at all. She was not quite as stupid as he must think. If he wanted to test his new lens, he could just as easily take pictures of fruit, or almost anything else. He didn't need her. Not for testing anything. at least. But Lynn had her suspicions about some of those poses he made her assume. And she was almost certain about the time he'd tied her up.

"Come on, Lynn. Please. It won't take very long."

"Ha. The last time I went down there with you it took two hours. And it's cold down there, Wes. Her last words came out as a little whine. Wes felt his cock harden a bit more. Once Lynn began whining in that quiet little voice of hers, he knew he had it made. Damn! if only he could have her made!

"I know it's cold, honey," he said "I promise I'll work just as fast as I possibly can." He had stifle a sudden laugh when he heard himself say that.

Lynn stood unmoving before him, her chest heaving slowly. Wes could almost feel the material of her huge bra rubbing ever so softly and quietly against the thick fluffy inside of her sweater. Oh, to be that bra and hug those big jugs!

Even though she didn't really want to do it, Lynn nodded slowly. She turned, still nodding, and walked down the long hallway to her bedroom, thinking what the hell, I might as well. As she started to close her bedroom door, she heard her uncle call after her.

"Oh, Lynn. Put on some dark stockings, too, will you?"

She shook her head in disgust, but strangely enough she found herself grinning. A hot flush rushed over her cheeks. She pressed the door firmly closed and locked it. Turning toward her bed, she sighed. The men in her life were all so damned predictable.

Lynn Hood was a senior in-high school. She was fairly tall among the girls of her class, standing five feet six inches in her bare feet. Like most tall girls of her young age, Lynn was embarrassed by her height, the more so because of her huge breasts. She was at the stage in her mental development where she could not decide whether big breasts were really that much of an asset, or whether the stares she got from her teachers, both men and women, were from lust or pity. She knew exactly what the stares of her fellow classmates meant. Girls: envy. Boys: desire.

Sometimes she was proud and somewhat snobbish about her boobs, strutting around the school hallways with her shoulders pulled way back and her head held high. On days she felt like that she would wear high heel shoes to make her even taller. And dressed in those heels, with a pair of black stockings and a short skirt, strutting as only a tall and magnificently endowed young woman who is still a virgin can strut, Lynn was a truly wondrous vision, stunning and remote. passing through the crowded churning halls like a living statue of some forgotten goddess of lust.

But just as often as she was proud of her tits, the teen was ashamed of them, frightened by the size of the things, distressed by the weight and cumbersome mass of those two huge half-globes of flesh that threatened to never stop growing, expanding, ballooning! At night she held them in her hands and wept. They felt like foreign sacks of foam rubber, with a bowling ball buried in the center of each one. Strange and terrifying growths that must belong to some other poor unfortunate girl, not her!

And when she felt ashamed of her tits she combed her long thick blonde hair down over the front of her blouse or baggy sweater. She walked hunched over badly, until it actually began to hurt her back and bring tears to her eyes. She clutched her books over her chest. And all along the hallway she felt and tried desperately to ignore the quick hard slaps on her unprotected ass.

She had given up complaining to the smiling teachers, the nodding counselors, the grinning girlfriends, and simply took it, wincing at the hardness of the slaps and walking on, waiting for the next one, until she made it to her seat in her next class.

Breasts or bottom, she knew, they would get her somewhere.

Yet for all her confusion, for all her embarrassed height-which, after all, was not very tall-and for all her huge knockers, when proud or ashamed, Lynn was a truly beautiful girl. She could easily have found work as a model. Since her tits had blown out, she had been approached by every photographer in the city-or so it seemed-and even one tiny, grizzled old man with a dirty broken Polaroid camera in a paper sack. Can I take your picture, cute thing, little girl, sweety, cunt?

She talked these many offers over with her best girlfriend, Cindy, who was also eighteen. Cindy had very small breasts, but deliciously formed and sharply pointed. She was a maddening sight in her thin white pullover blouse, especially when she left her bra off. And that was most of the time, now that the college boys had begun noticing her. Cindy was extremely popular at high school, and found herself to be the confidante of many a sordid secret. She knew how to keep her mouth shut, too.

When Lynn got together with Cindy, the conversation turned immediately to the latest encounter.

"Another guy wanted to take my picture today," Lynn said breathlessly, crossing her long legs and leaning back on her elbows on Cindy's bed.

"Nude?" Cindy asked, her bright eyes wide and laughing.

"No," Lynn said. "He was an artist!" Her voice was mocking, and both girls fell into fits of giggling. They knew what men wanted from girls their age, and it wasn't art.

Cindy pulled the chair out from her desk and sat down, resting her arms over the back.

"Are you going to let him?" she asked.

Lynn cocked her head and closed one eye, considering. Then she shook her head wildly, throwing her long, long hair back and forth across her face.

"Why not?" Cindy whispered urgently. She shifted her chair closer to the bed, and kept her voice low.

"Listen, Lynn, why not? Let him take some nudes of you. You've got the best body in the whole school. You ought to make some money off it."

"Cindy!" Lynn squealed in delight. The prospect of posing naked in front of a man was exciting. She loved talking about it, thinking about it, even practicing some poses in front of her friend's full length mirror.

"Sure!" Cindy whispered loudly back. She pushed the chair away and stood up, held her hand out to Lynn. After a moment, knowing full well what was about to happen, Lynn slowly reached out and took that soft warm fragile little hand, and let herself be drawn up off the bed and toward the mirror.

Cindy positioned herself behind Lynn, turned her to face the mirror.

"God! Look at yourself!" Cindy stared openly and with obvious envy at the taller girl's magnificent knockers. She took a firm grip on Lynn's upper arms and pulled them behind her back, trying to force the girl's elbows together. Lynn let her do it, even helped out a bit by arching her back. Both teens stared in awe at the two tremendous swellings of Lynn's gigantic tits.

"Wonderful!" Cindy sighed. She slowly rested her cheek along Lynn's arms. Almost involuntarily Lynn's fingers searched out the soft deep depression of the other girl's cunt. With her arms drawn back and held tightly, her hands were in exactly the right position. And Cindy, feeling the familiar probing, lifted her body up a little higher, spread her legs apart, and thrust her hips forward until Lynn's fingers could curl gently and firmly against her cunt. Lynn rubbed very gently over the material of Cindy's skirt. She could feel the silken friction between the skirt and the tight panties underneath.

Cindy moaned and pressed her body closer to the moving hands, the loving hands, of her girlfriend.

"Oh, yes. That's so nice," Cindy whispered and cooed. Her thrusting was slowly becoming stronger and more urgent.

Lynn closed her eyes and let her feelings flow.

She probed delicately, pressing firmly into the crease between the lips of Cindy's cunt. She could feel the cushion of pubic hair, the tight little curls of pale brown hair that she had seen and touched so many times over the past six months.

Cindy suddenly released Lynn's arms, and the two young girls twisted and turned and clutched at each other until they were hugging tightly, and slowly Lynn lowered her sweet full wet tips to Cindy's waiting mouth.

Oh, how Lynn loved kissing this tiny girl!

Cindy's thin lips parted slightly under the pressuring of Lynn's hot wet tongue. Lynn licked gently, delicately, slipping the tip of her tongue underneath Cindy's upper lip, stroking along her teeth, her straight immaculately clean white teeth.

Both girls moaned as Lynn sucked the soft puffy flesh of Cindy's lip between her teeth and gave her girlfriend a very tender love bite.

Lynn felt Cindy inhale sharply, and as a little experiment, she bit down harder on the flesh between her teeth.

Cindy winced and cried out, deep in her throat, but did not pull away or protest. Lynn gave the flesh another quick sharp bite, then began sucking it deeper into her mouth, until she felt Cindy's tongue probing against her own. Lynn allowed the girl to thrust her tongue fully into her mouth, and sucked it hard, pulling her head back at the same time, until Cindy clutched Lynn's arm in pain.

Lynn released the girl's tongue, and kissed her cheek.

"Oh, Cindy."

Cindy rested her cheek against Lynn's chest, and let the girl stroke the back of her neck beneath her long hair. Lynn stroked her palm downward over her friend's beautiful hair, easily the dark rival of her own thick blonde mass, and kept stroking lower and lower until she was rubbing her hand in soft little circles in the small of Cindy's back.

Lynn felt the other girls hand touch her leg just below the hem of her skirt. It was a tentative touch, asking permission. Lynn sighed, and then nodded.

She felt Cindy's tiny hand slide firmly upward along the outside of Lynn's stockinged thigh. It reached the top of the stocking and probed under the nylon material, then stroked the bare flesh just above the nylon. Finally, she reached the edge of Lynn's panties.

Lynn always wore panties a size or two too small for her. She loved the tightness against her cunt. Cindy boldly ran her fingertips upward along the crease of Lynn's thigh, and quickly down again, delighting in the wiggle this tickling caused in her friend.

"Silly," Lynn whispered into her girlfriend's warm hair.

Cindy smiled, let her fingers trail across the front of Lynn's panties, just above the vague hairline of her cunt. She had often seen Lynn's beautiful naked cunt, and had always been delighted by the hairless appearance it presented. Lynn was embarrassed by her lack of an abundant muff of cunt hair, thinking it made her look like a little girl.

Lynn's heart was pounding madly. She spread her long legs apart, to give Cindy free access to her pussy, but Cindy was in a teasing mood.

"Wouldn't you love to have some bear of a guy do this to you?" Cindy said, quickly slipping her free hand up Lynn's back and grabbing a thick handful of her hair. She yanked backward, pulled downward hard until Lynn's head was pulled far backward, her face twisted up toward the ceiling, a single tear of pain slipping from her eye. And at the same instant Cindy opened her other hand wide and grabbed Lynn's pussy and clutched and pulled and twisted hard the soft flesh, the pouting puffy lips, crushing Lynn's cunt in her first.

Lynn opened her mouth to cry out, but kept silent and let her girlfriend hurt her.

"This is all men want from you, Lynn! They want to hurt you! They want to crush your flesh and make you scream in agony!"

And Cindy twisted Lynn around, with an amazing show of strength, and pushed her back onto the bed, her head still pulled backward. A whoosh of air burst from the poor girl's lungs as Cindy fell hard on top of her, tearing and twisting her underpants to shreds, urgently stripping them down Lynn's long lovely legs to bare that beautiful wet cunt.

And Lynn kept silent, letting it all happen. Letting it all happen again.

Cindy was breathing wildly, raggedly, clawing with her free hand at Lynn's naked cunt, digging into the sweet lips with her sharp fingernails, scratching and pinching and pulling and twisting until Lynn thought she would go crazy from the pain.

Lynn slowly found Cindy's face with her hands, and gently cupped it, tenderly turned it toward her cunt, and firmly directed it down, down to her pulsing burning virgin cunt.

"Oh, Cindy. Kiss me. Kiss me."

Lynn felt the pressure on her long hair relax as the girl on top of her slipped into position between her thighs. Cindy took several deep breaths, blowing them out slowly through pursed lips, to calm herself. Then she bobbed her head down between Lynn's wide spread thighs and began nuzzling her tongue along the tender moist crease.

Lynn twitched.

"Oh, God!" she whispered.

Her hands released Cindy's head as the girl poked her tongue down between the lips of Lynn's cunt and found her throbbing clit.

Lynn threw her arms high over her head and thrust her hips high into Cindy's face. Cindy took advantage of the thrust to get her own hands under her friend's buttocks, and clutch the narrow balls of flesh and muscle.

Her tongue sliced along Lynn's crease like a hot knife through soft butter, burning and tickling deeper and deeper, probing directly into Lynn's virgin channel. She withdrew a little, slide her lips upward and found the girl's nubbin of clit-flesh, sucked it deeply into her mouth. Then she settled herself, locked herself into position, and began in earnest to bring her best friend off.

Cindy sucked and sucked, tongued the throbbing swollen clit, licked it and kissed it and bit it and sucked again, sucked and slurped, until her chin and lips and cheeks were fully smeared with Lynn's lubrication.

She loved it!

Lynn loved it!

Both young girls were writhing and moaning, gasping for breath, bobbing and thrusting against each other, Cindy's sweet face buried deeply between Lynn's sweet thighs.

Lynn felt the tension rise, the warmth flood her veins, and knew she was very close to the edge, very close now, very, very close…

"My God!" she cried, and the girl cum flooded out of her! Flooded out of her and into Cindy's sucking mouth. Cindy gulped and sucked and licked.

She nuzzled and pressed her face as tightly as she could against her friend's flowing juices, lapped them up as fast as they squirted and gushed out!

"Oh! Oh!"

Lynn gave one last final heave of her hips, then fell back to the bed. As Cindy continued her sucking and probing, Lynn twitched a few more times. Finally, she was still.

Cindy lifted her face from between those lovely narrow thighs, wet with her saliva and Lynn's come, and smiled.

Lynn glanced down at Cindy, then closed her eyes, let her head fall back, and nodded very slowly.

Lynn sat down on the edge of her bed. She unzipped her Jeans, lifted her hips to push them down to her knees. I hate being photographed, she thought. She cleared her throat. Don‘t I? Then why do I let him do it?

She bent over and shoved the jeans down to her ankles. She sat bent way over like this for a moment, trying to think the thing out. If I hate being photographed so much, why do I let that crazy old man take pictures of me in those odd positions, in those awkward, awful poses?

She straightened back up on the bed.

Somehow she knew, in her fluttering young heart, that her uncle, a man as old as her own father, was going to ask her to let him tie her wrists and ankles together. And she knew she'd let him do it, too.

She stood up and stepped out of the jeans. Then she bent down and picked them up off the floor, feeling the heavy weight of her breasts.

She tossed the pants onto the chair beside her bed as she sat back down. Slowly, she slid her hands beneath her boobies and raised them slightly. The full weight of her big tits rested in her palms. She rubbed the underside of her breasts through the soft fluffy material of her sweater and brassiere.

She shifted her shoulders.

Today she felt exceptionally proud of her large boobs. A wickedly virgin smile curved her full moist lips as she dropped her hands to the bottom of the sweater and began twisting out of the bulky, figure-concealing mass of material. The sweater landed on top of the jeans.

Lynn combed her thick hair away from her face with her fingers. Her nipples hardened as she thought about the prospect of teasing her uncle with a really stunning outfit. She remembered the outfits Cindy had worn when the two of them had wandered around the college campus, taunting the big boys. What a trip!

Yes! That would be fun!

Something sexy and blatant and extremely revealing!

Lynn was beginning to get really excited now. Her heart throbbed wildly in her tight chest. Yes, she was going to let old Wes take some real pictures of her!

Ha-ha!

She started humming. She pushed her panties down to her knees. Oh! She loved wearing her panties down around her knees. Nightly, Lynn would strip completely, except for her panties. And these she pushed down to her knees. She loved the restriction of movement it provided. Forced to move slowly, to take small steps, made her feel somehow warm and sexy, submissive and strangely secure. And very, very excited. Suppose her parents came into her room while she was standing there like that? She'd just die of embarrassment, that's all.

And to add to her excitement, she sometimes opened her bedroom door and crossed the hallway to the bathroom, moving slowly and awkwardly in the restricting garment.

Her panties had become a sort of minor center around which her fantasy life revolved. Panties. Even the word held some excitement for her, the hint of naughtiness and secrecy. She bought her panties two sizes too small for her narrow, tight little ass, and kept them pulled up very, very tightly against her cunt lips all day long.

And then there was her most secret vice. Something she had never confessed to anyone, not even to Cindy. She would insert some uncomfortable object down into the crotch of her tight panties before she drew them up firmly against the soft puffy lips of her virgin hole!

It had begun several months ago, when she'd come across the neighbor boy's wooden blocks in the sandbox. The idea had hit her at once, and the thrill of it had hardened her nipples instantly.

She reached down and picked up the block, and didn't even brush off the sandy grit. She just casually carried it into the bathroom off the kitchen, pulled up the front of her skirt, hooked her thumb in the waistband of her panties, pulled it away from her taut firm tummy, and dropped the wooden block down inside. A few shifts of the cube of scratchy old wood and one corner rested solidly against the nubbin of her clitoris!

Oh, how nice! She smiled into the mirror as she dropped the front of her skirt. She went out into the kitchen and sat down on the chair at the table, wincing at the real pain it caused her, but loving the sensation of secret perversion it gave her.

And since then, she'd worn her special outfit almost daily to school. She had to be very careful when she sat down to prevent any real damage to herself, but the discomfort was lovely, excruciating, wonderful, and let her climax in her panties at least once a day, and usually more often.

She wore it at night, too, snug in her bed. But in her room, she alternated the tight panties and the wooden block with wearing the panties at half-mast.

It was a quite satisfying arrangement, she thought.

Then it had come to her to put something inside her bra cups! Something that would press her nipples back into her huge jugs, or maybe irritate the excessively sensitive nipple flesh until she just couldn't stand it any longer, but had to! I-lad to, because she was sitting on a hard block of wood in the middle of a classroom full of kids, and there was still a half hour to go!

Oh, how she loved it!

And wadded up, large-grained sandpaper had been the answer! It was easy to obtain, and wadded up into a large enough ball, the stiff paper had a lot of nice sharp edges and corners that poked and pressed deeply into her tender young nipples!

She kept a whole package of sandpaper in her underwear drawer!

God! She was excited!

Lynn pushed her panties down to her ankles, stepped out of them, caught the open leg hole with her toe and lifted them toward the chair.

Bet old Wes would love to have a picture of me like this, the youngster thought with a quick snort.

She reached high up behind her and unhooked the wide band of her brassiere. When the hook came loose, the silken material of the cups sagged away from her full, firm, gigantic boobies. Her nipples were swollen as large as thumbs!

She threw the flaccid bra onto the chair and stepped totally naked to her closet. There, she rummaged around deep inside, looking for just the right clothing. She pulled out a white blouse, almost transparent, that was obviously much too small for her now. She slipped her long arms into the shear sleeves, buttoned the cuffs around her thin wrists. A little tight! She could feel the circulation struggling through her wrists. And she could hardly button the thing closed over her breasts.

She took a slow, deep breath, testing the breaking point of the buttons. They held, but only barely. The blouse threatened almost vocally to burst wide open.

Lynn grinned broadly.

If that dirty old man wants to take pictures of me, she thought, I'll damn well give him something worth photographing!

She had deliberately left her bra off. She grabbed up the hand mirror on her dresser, and checked her handiwork.

God!

Unbelievable!

Her nipples were dark and huge! They really did stick straight out, just like fat smooth thumbs! She pulled her shoulders back a little.

If I time it just right, I sure could give Wes-one hell of a good shot!

She put the mirror back on the dresser and returned to the closet, this time to find an appropriate skirt. She picked the one against the wall, a pretty little white thing, pleated, long out of style for public appearances, but perfect for what she was developing in her mind.

Gleefully, she pulled it off the hanger and laid it on her bed.

She whirled toward the dresser.

Stockings!

She dug down to the bottom of the drawer for a pair of smoky grey ones, and dragged out a plain white garter belt with it.

Terrific!

She was really getting into it, now, her heart beating hard, her chest constricted with tension and excitement. She began humming to herself again as she bounced and danced around her room, wrapping the garter belt tightly around her slim waist, pulling on first one filmy stocking, then the other, unrolling them up the length of her long, slender legs, hooking them to the garter belt. She smoothed them, pulled at the belt to straighten everything. Satisfied, she stepped into the short white skirt and lifted it into place. The elastic around her waist was very tight. The skirt was even shorter than she had expected, coming not quite down to the top of the stockings!

Oh, brother, girl!

She whirled around, watching the skirt fly outward, upward.

And no underpants!

She leaped forward onto her hands and knees on the bed. It squeaked loudly. She rocked her body back and forth, blushing and grinning at the sound the bed made.

Then she rolled over onto her back, intending to give her swollen nipples a few seconds to calm down to a trifle less obvious size, but she rolled too hard and too far, and fell of f the bed, landed with a loud thud on the hard wood floor.

"My gosh," she said to the leg of the chair, "I'd better get downstairs before I kill myself!"

Quickly, she got up off the floor, steadied herself, made final adjustments of her clothing, and ran her palms very, very lightly over the front of her taut thin blouse. Those beautiful, huge, suckable nipples of hers, those mouth-filling, mouth-watering nipples, responded instantly!

God! Lynn thought, I muse be ready for something, all right!

She stepped to her bedroom door and opened it. She took a deep breath, stepped out into the hallway, pulled the door closed behind her.

She felt very hot. Sweaty. Yet her skin, her lovely, unblemished skin, was dry and cool.

She started down the hall.

She felt invisible strings of pleasure tightening around her protruding pulsing nipples, and they seemed to be pulling her bodily toward the cellar door.

She opened it and stepped down.

Now she was becoming aware, it seemed to her, of every single atom that made up her body.

Downward she stepped, down through that long dark tunnel of the stairwell. Her breath was coming now in ragged gasps, and she was sure she was drenched with sweat. She touched her forehead. She was slightly moist, slightly frightened by the enormity of what she was about to do.

On the last step she paused and sighed one last deep sigh, closed her lovely dark blue eyes. A last moment of hesitation. Young and virgin, a fleeting blush of terror swept over her body. She tensed, shivered. But the shiver found its focus in the very tips of her burning nipples, and the invisible strings gave a final yank and pulled her off the step.

She turned the corner into the blinding light of her uncle's bank of floodlights.

Her eyes flooded with tears. She turned away from the glare and the intense heat.

It took her a few seconds to got used to the brightness. She was thankful for the heat of the lamps, because now her sweating would seem normal to her uncle.

She thought she heard a muffled "My God!" but she wasn't sure. Her eyes had adjusted to the light, and she turned to face them.

"Okay, Uncle Wes," Lynn said calmly. "How's this?"

The lack of quivering in her voice surprised her. She felt weak and totally out of control of her own body.

She heard something else from Wes, but it was cut off. She moved a few steps into the center of the large, mostly empty room, where the tights were focused, and flung her arms wide, straight out from her shoulders, and turned slowly for her uncle's approval.

He gasped as he saw clearly the bare flesh between the bottom of her skirt and the top of her stockings.

"Well? How is this?"

"It's… it's just… fine he stammered finally. Lynn was happy to find that her uncle seemed to be a little out of control himself!

She dropped her arms to her side.

Inside, she was trembling violently, almost shuddering with excitement. Outside, she appeared very cool and collected, almost casual in her brazen outfit and her suggestive posing.

She suddenly realized her hips were thrust forward.

She straightened herself, became a bit more properly feminine.

"Well, let's get this over with, huh?"

She mashed her fists into her hips, taking the same pose now that she had taken when her uncle had first suggested this photo session to her.

Wes stepped from behind the bright lights. He was trying to look busy and unconcerned with his camera, but the bulge in his crotch wasn't a light meter, of that Lynn was sure!

"How do you want me?" she asked innocently.

On your back and spread! Wes screamed in his mind, but to his young niece he said quietly, "Oh, why don't you just stand there nice and tall and I'll snap a few of you just like that?"

Lynn shrugged. "Okay."

She pulled her shoulders back a little, keeping her eyes on Wes. She was pleased with his response.

"Something wrong, Wes?" she asked, her eyes wide, a look of pure innocence upon her lovely face.

He fiddled with the settings on the camera.

"No, Lynn. Not yet, anyway." He lifted his eyes to the bulging front of her blouse.

"I see you're not wearing a bra," he said.

Lynn looked down at her chest.

"Oh? Do you want me to run up and put one on?"

"Uh, no," Wes said quickly, "no, no, that's all right."

Lynn cocked her pretty head and stroked a single strand of hair behind her ear. She smiled at Wes.

"Damn, Lynn, you're… "

She let him fumble with it for a second.

"I'm what, Uncle Wes?"

He wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead.

"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life."

She was startled, yet knew she shouldn't have been. Wes was an old hand at flattery. Lynn had heard him use it to good effect on most of the ladies in the neighborhood, including nasty Mrs. Piggot, across the street. He could sweet talk any living female. But Lynn had never heard him say anything so direct in such simple words.

Did he mean it?

Was she the prettiest girl he'd ever seen?

The thought was pleasant, and coupled with her desires and confusions and youth, it made Lynn very happy, and even more willing to let her uncle have his way, if only in how he took the pictures.

But the light was becoming unbearably bright for her eyes, and the heat was causing them both to begin sweating a little.

"Let's try one of those famous detective magazine covers again, shall we, Lynn, honey?"

He turned away from her, stepped back behind the bank of floodlights.

Lynn stood alone, squinting into the brightness.

She sucked on her lips for a moment.

"Wes?"

"Yes, honey?"

"You mean like we did last time?"

"That's right, sweetheart."

She raised her hand to cover her eyes.

"Tied up?"

"Yes."

She held her pose, then slowly lowered her hand. She saw the darker shape of her uncle behind the lights. She couldn't make out what he was doing.

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