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Copyright 2000, Jack Spratt, ALL Rights Reserved
Special Thanks to my Proof Reader George Davis
It has been a very trying year.
Work in this industry has put undue pressure on all of the employees and any time off is welcomed. The thought of starting three well-deserved weeks of vacation is God sent considering the staff has been working twelve hour days for the last six months, six days a week, to get the project off the ground. My plan is to enjoy the three weeks at the family hideaway in the mountains. At least is was the family hideaway when I was a teenager but now only my sister and I remain and she lives on the other side of the country; I am the only one enjoying the endless quiet at this very private retreat.
Making an extensive list of my requirements; the plan is to have three uninterrupted weeks of beautiful relaxation with lots of good food and the occasional drinky poo. All has been done except purchase the groceries. I am just leaving to complete that task when the telephone rings and for some reason there is a prickly feeling running up and down my spine, an omen?
"Hello."
"Don, it is Barbara."
Barbara is my sister.
That is cause of the prickly feeling; I feel a low sinking sensation in my stomach. Barbara never calls unless she wants something. I just hope it is only money. But I couldn't be that lucky.
"I have a favour to ask you, I need someone to look after Shalyn, as I have to look after my mother-in-law who is in the last stages of cancer. I don't want Shalyn to witness her Grandmother passing away."
The last time I saw Shalyn was at a distant cousins wedding several years ago, and all I can remember is to be thankful she lived on the other side of the country. She was a real pain in the ass, a snotty spoilt little bitch. I can see my relaxing trip slowly disappearing down the toilet. What can I say?
"How long do you need a babysitter? I am off for three weeks of R and R at the cottage. The firm just went through months of living hell; three weeks at the cottage will be a welcome rest."
"Well, you really don't have to baby-sit, Shalyn just turned thirteen and really, she can look after herself. I just don't want her to see her Grandmother in the last stages of cancer. They are very close, and I want to remember her granny as she was."
"When will she be here? Does she like camping?"
"I have a standby reservation for the plane this afternoon; she will be there at six this afternoon. I really don't know about the camping, we haven't had an opportunity to actually enjoy the outdoors in recent years."
"Ok, I will meet her at the airport; make sure she has her bathing suit and clothing for the cottage. We'll leave from the airport for the cottage."
"Thank you, Don, I know we don't talk very often, thank you for helping out."
"You will let me know when she can return home, you have the cottage phone number; it was reconnected this week."
"Ok, I will call when I return, thanks again Don."
Barbara gives me the flight number and the gate Shalyn will be debarking at. Shit what else can happen, a plague, hurricane, prickly heat?
It is a hellva a way to start what is supposed to be a restful vacation, taking care of a spoilt brat; the vision of her wedding antics is still very vivid in my mind. I can still hear her constant whining and carrying on throughout the wedding and reception; for whatever reason she stuck to me like glue. A picture of her comes to mind, she was all legs with shapeless tomboy lanky body.
Checking with the airport, the flight hasn't been cancelled, too bad, wishful thinking on my part. It gives me time to do the grocery shopping; now I am shopping for two. Picking up most of the basics locally and the rest I will get at the small town of Abbotsville, about 30 minutes from the cottage. Two hours later, the van is packed. Next is the airport.
This is going to be a shitty day. Driving around the airport for twenty minutes is fun; I finally locate a parking space. It did not bode well and wouldn't you know it, my parking space is at the wrong end of the airport. What else will go wrong? Finally, I arrive at the correct gate then check with the clerk; the flight is on time and should be landing in ten minutes.
Sitting on one of those uncomfortable benches I wait. The time is put to good use, running the trip through my mind, checking everything at least twice. All seems to be in order except this little detour. The big question now is Shalyn. Then the babble comes over the speaker system, the flight has landed, and the passengers are debarking. Walking over to the correct gate, passengers start to flow through the turnstile. Watching the passengers the thought hits me, I really don't know what Shalyn looks like; it has been years since the wedding. I watch carefully trying hard to pick out Shalyn looking for a young girl with my sister's features.
"Uncle Don?"
Turning my mouth must have dropped; a beautiful young lady is beaming at me.
"Hi, I am Shalyn."
Gone are the braces, the long gangly legs are now toned and muscled at least what is exposed. Standing before me is a beautiful young woman. Shalyn's face is bright, her smile, now showing beautiful white teeth, is contagious. Her long brunette hair shines and the lines of her body remind me of a very sexy movie star, especially her obvious breasts. My mouth has to be still hanging open, recovering then blathering my greeting.
"Hello Shalyn, did you have a good trip?"
"Actually it was nice; it is the reason for it that makes me sad."
"Yes, I was sorry to hear about your Grandmother. Do you have your baggage checks?"
She hands them to me, and we are off to retrieve them. Hell, Shalyn is a very attractive young lady; it is hard to believe she is only thirteen. She carries her body with grace, moving like a cat on the prowl. She has confidence in herself exhibiting a maturity beyond what her age dictates.
With her bags in the van, we hit the highway heading out to the cottage.
"I hope you like the wilderness; we are ten miles from our nearest neighbor."
"Yes, mom told me about the cottage, I can remember the last time there, but I don't remember much about the trip."
"Well, I hope you like it, the swimming is good, there is boating and the last season the fishing wasn't too bad. It is a good thing you recognized me because if it was up to me, we would still be at the airport with me looking for you. You have changed a bit since I last saw you."
"Oh that was at the wedding, I was seven or eight. I can remember a bit about it. For some reason I latched myself to you, a real pain in the ass."
Now that does surprise me.
"Oh, I don't remember, but it could not have been that bad."
Shalyn looks at me; the sly smile on my face tells her differently.
"Yes, I bet you don't remember. As I recall I followed you around, whined about everything. I didn't want to be there."
Concentrating on the drive, a closed mouth gathers no foot; the trip usually takes three hours with regular traffic. It gives me an opportunity to study Shalyn. She certainly is not hard on the eyes; her hair is full and frames her beautiful face, with full very kissable lips, those she got from my sister. The rest of her body is very pleasing to the eyes. Shalyn breasts are full. Her stomach is flat and her legs are tanned and very well toned. What a pleasant change from our last meeting. My mind drifts wondering if she wears a bikini. Now that will be worth the trip to the airport just to see.
Shalyn's eyes are closed and she appears to have dozed off. The balance of the trip is uneventful and we arrive at the cottage at four. Shalyn helps with unloading of the van. It's a pleasant view to see her leaning over; she has a shapely bottom, love those bum cheeks. If she wasn't my niece I would entertain making a pass at her, she looks a hellva lot older than thirteen.
"If you like you can go for a swim; I will put the things away, and start dinner. By the way the loft bed is yours; I will sleep on the main floor to protect you from the bears."
With that comment she looked up at me, startled.
"Just kidding, the most dangerous thing around here is the squirrels, they are so bold; they will come on the table to steal food."
"Oh, thanks, the last thing I would need is to worry about bears."
She grabs her bag and climbs up the stairs to the loft. My gaze never leaves her bottom. What a change. Her movements have me imagining her undressing but that wasn't the case, she is just organizing her things and placing them in the built-in drawers and small closet.
The first thing to do is fill the water tanks for the shower. The tanks are painted black; that color attracts the warmth of the sun and usually the water is ready for evening showers, but without the warmth of the sun, the showers are cool and very quick.
In the kitchen, first starting the refrigerator, it is a very important function, then filling the ice cube trays for my evening drinks. I have brought two bottles of Canadian Club and four bottles of wine. Now all is in order.
"What would you like for lunch?"
"Anything will be fine I eat just about anything."
A nervous smile crosses my face, wondering just what 'anything' meant; as I feel a tingle where there shouldn't be any considering Shalyn is my niece.
This is easy, laying out some cold cuts, fresh buns, and all the garnishes, laying out plates for a serve yourself type meal.
"Come and get it."
As Shalyn bounds down the stairs, the noise causes me to look up. I certainly hope she isn't looking at me at that moment; my expression has to be one of total shock. She is wearing short shorts which appear two sizes too small, the obvious camel toe has my knees going limp, and my lower organ the opposite. Her narrow tube top leaving nothing to the imagination, that young lady has nipples that have to be the envy of mature women. The sight has me drooling like an idiot.
All her features are fully visible. Those shorts are like a second skin showing off her flat tummy and the outline of her luv lips. The view has me licking my lips. Her bum is a dream, well proportioned and the material is buried deep in her crack. My dolly is still saluting. Hell, she is only thirteen.
"Oh Uncle Don, that looks good, and I am hungry."
So am I, but not for food.
The late lunch goes well; I manage to keep my cool and lower feelings concealed. Shalyn eats like she is enjoying the last supper.
"When was the last time you ate?"
"Well with grandmother on my mind, I haven't been eating well but this mountain air must have gotten my appetite working, everything tastes so good."
"Since you have your appetite back maybe we should run into town and get some steaks for supper. Would you like to come with me?"
"No, you can do the shopping. I will clean up the mess from lunch."
"Ok, do you need anything from town? I usually go in every three or four days for fresh supplies."
"No, not right now but needless to say, as you disappear from sight I will think of something."
Leaving the cottage, I cannot get Shalyn off my mind. She may be only thirteen but she is a child/woman. The changes since the last time I saw her, unbelievable. It didn't take me long to get the supplies then back to the cottage.
"Shalyn, I am back."
There is no answer.
Then hearing a splash, she must be swimming at the dock. Putting the steaks in the refrigerator then quickly changing into my bathing suit I head to the dock. Shalyn is swimming, noticing me she waves.
"The water is great, you will enjoy it."
Her assessment is correct enjoying the feeling of freedom that swimming always gives me. I swim out about 100 feet from shore and turn around. Shalyn didn't follow me but is heading back to the dock. Watching as she climbs out of the water she appears totally nude. But further observation notes she is wearing a string bikini. There are three very small patches of material that offer the minimum of coverage.
"Does your mother know you about that suit?"
Knowing the prude my sister is there is no way on earth she would ever approve of such an outfit.
"You're kidding, you know mom; she is so old fashioned. Don't you like it?"
"Well there isn't too much to like, but you look wonderful in it."
"Thank you, mom certainly would never approve, I bought it about three months ago at one of those shops that specialize in sexy clothing. I bought a bra and matching panties as well which she has never seen."
Just watching in awe she approached the diving board. Shalyn moves with the grace of a cat ready to pounce on her prey then elegantly dives breaking the water without as much as a ripple. Oh how I desire her and not as an Uncle. My dolly shows his appreciation of the view, causing an embarrassing tent in my suit. My hope is it will go down prior to leaving the water.
After the dive, Shalyn swims a bit more; then climbs out of the water, giving me another opportunity to ogle her body. Then she stretches out on a large white towel on her tummy to dry and to feel the warmth of the sun. The rise of her beautiful bottom appears naked with the exception of a very thin string buried deep in the folds of soft pink skin. All my senses have me wondering how wonderful it would be to kiss that puckered opening residing between those luscious globes.
Since there is no way to avoid the obvious, departing the lake, I am sporting a very noticeable bulge in the front of my bathing suit; she notices giving me a knowing smile.
"Did I cause that?"
My embarrassment doesn't help as it seems to protrude more knowing she is staring at me.
"I would be lying if I said no, you are a very appealing young lady, and you must drive the boys crazy."
"Why thank you Uncle Don, it is good to know I am appreciated. And I really don't like boys."
She really accents the 'don't like boys'.
"Maybe you can drop the Uncle tag; it is starting to make me feel old."
"Oh, Don, you don't look that old, especially the way you are reacting."
Her eyes are glued at my untactful spike that continues to stretch the material to its limits; all the negative thoughts do nothing to alleviate her attention to my embarrassment. Shalyn has a sly smile, her eyes seem to shine then to make matters worse; she licks her lips.
"Well, I am going to get changed before this get us into trouble."
"Oh Don, what kind of trouble are you suggesting?"
Walking to the cottage, my imagination has me doing things that are not supposed to happen between an uncle and his young beautiful niece.
Inside away from temptation my mind is on dinner, keeping my wits busy making a salad to go with the steaks. Shalyn followed me in but is in the loft looking for clothes hopefully changing into something a lot less provocative, wishful thinking on my part.
"Can I help Don?"
"Well, you can get the steaks ready for the barbecue; we can have an early supper, and then a nice relaxing evening. I haven't had one of them for quite a while; I have been working brutal hours."
"What do you do Don?"
Explaining to her what the firm does; relating to the horrible hours that were necessary to keep the resent project on track. These three weeks are a blessing, allowing me to recharge my batteries. The remoteness of the cottage is a perfect place. The only person that knows the telephone number is my sister, the only reason it is connected is for my peace of mind. I use my mothers maiden name when connecting, nobody but my sister would know the connection.
Mentioning to Shalyn that if she needs a shower she needs to do it right after dinner, as it will still be light and the water from the tanks will be perfect directing her to the soaps and shampoos in the event she neglected to bring her own, but that is very doubtful considering the numerous pieces of luggage she brought, it can't be all clothes.
Dinner, of course, is excellent; after cleaning up, Shalyn heads for the shower. My dirty mind congers up all kinds of views of her lithe body; moist as the water flows over her torso and cascades off her ample nipples. What a vision. Not too long after she returns with her lush body wrapped in a robe, her damp hair shining in the light. She looks angelic. Even without makeup, Shalyn looks delicious, young and fresh and so appealing, there it is again that tingle; down boy. I have to keep reminding myself, she is my young niece and my thoughts are a no, no!
After cleaning up kitchen, it is my turn for a shower; Shalyn did bring her own toilet products, the scent has my head spinning not to mention the growth it seems to inspire on my tool, now standing proud from my body, the large purple head peaking out from my foreskin.
Her panties and bra are neatly stacked on the chair next to the shower. The temptation to feel them and smell her scent is going to have me do something stupid. I closed my eyes wondering what she would taste like. Hell, my mind is forcing me into uncharted waters once more. It feels good to shower in natural soft water; the shampoo and soap manufacture oodles of suds. Finally drying, my eyes stray back to that naughty pile of Shalyn's clothes. My conscience tells me to behave myself; the temptation is just to much, looking around with a very guilty look on my face as if there is someone else in the shower with me, my fingers glide over the cups of her bra, so soft and silky feeling. That is enough Don you have proven you are a kid at heart with no willpower. Again I look around, grabbing her bra and taking a deep breath inhaling her body odors, it is heaven, and the scent is of her skin, her body wash or perfume. The problem of course is now her panties are laying there needing to be rescued, rescued from what, actually me. The crotch has to be coated with her feminine scent, dare I? So much for will power, they are at my nose and the scent goes right to my already rigid cock, now extending its full seven and a half inches, what an aphrodisiac, now my mind is to try to devise a scheme as to how to make them disappear so I can enjoy the scent all night. Finally with a feeling of guilt for wanting my niece for other things than brotherly love I return to the living room sprawling out on the sofa in the enclosed veranda. The night is so quiet, and so tranquil, just the occasional call of some night bird.
There is a soft noise, and it is Shalyn still in her robe.
"Don, I want to show you something."
With that she opens her robe, exposing what has to be her new bra and panties and the rest is all sexy Shalyn. She sits down beside me. The enticing scent of her body and perfume engulfs me heading right to an area where things should not be aroused.
"What are you doing Shalyn?"
"Cuddling up with my Uncle, are you okay with that?"
Her hand is gently caressing my face, the heat of the situation rushes through my body. With her this close there is no way to control my natural instincts, my hardon is obvious and pushes against my robe into her ribcage, any slight movement and it will be where all can see.
"Shalyn, I am your uncle, and this is not right."
It does seem to bother her as her hand is moving down my body finally caressing then grabbing my aching erection, that action isn't helping me put on an uncle like persona. There is involuntary moan and it is coming from me, Shalyn takes that as an approval to rub it harder, then I feel my robe opening and slipping off as her warm hand explores the length of my shaft and is now exploring my ball sack.
"Don, this is because of me right; I want to do something to make it better."
Shalyn lowers her face her warm moist mouth engulfing me. The feeling is a total shock to say the least but oh it does feel wonderful. While sucking she is stroking my shaft at the same time, this is not good. Where does an innocent thirteen year old learn things like this? Then I realize there is something warm in my hand. Her breast is so soft and the nipple is hard like a ruby. Somewhere along the way, she lost her bra.
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