Bra Shopping With Uncle

Bra Shopping With Uncle

by Lubrican

Chrissy was happy to be spending the summer with her Uncle Bob. He was her favorite Uncle because he was always so happy to see her. He was nice, and funny and handsome too.

Whenever he looked at her and gave her his special hugs, she always felt so special. When her mother had decided to go to Europe with her father to set up the new branch of his company, Chrissy had begged to be allowed to stay in the United States. Her father had estimated that it would take a year to get the new branch off the ground and making a profit. Chrissy didn’t want to go to a strange school in a foreign land. But they wouldn’t let her stay at home alone in the big old house. And, since Uncle Bob lived across town, She could keep an eye on the house and stay with him while he kept an eye on her. It was the perfect arrangement, assuming Uncle Bob would consent to being “babysitter” for a teenage girl.

When his sister asked him, Bob had acted like it was a bummer, but had agreed to take his niece in. Secretly Bob was ecstatic. Chrissy was his favorite niece. She was beautiful, a good hugger, and intelligent too. Bob didn’t want to admit it to anyone, but he’d had several excellent beat off sessions with her in mind after seeing her in a thin T shirt, or that little blue bikini she wore in the back yard to suntan in.

So it was that Chrissy arrived at Bob’s house with two suitcases in tow, and a worn Teddy bear under her arm. Fran, her mother, told Bob that if she needed more clothes, they were in the house, and gave him a key. Then, with a quick kiss goodbye, and an admonishment to Bob to take good care of her baby, she was off.

Bob had married his high school sweetheart right after school, and had lost her a year later in a terrible accident. He’d been too devastated to re-enter the dating game and, other than his frequent beat off sessions, he’d just done without sex in the ten years since then. Their original bedroom had been left just as it was and he’d moved into a downstairs bedroom. There was another one down the hall, and he gave that one to Chrissy.

It was summer, so there was no school. Bob conducted most of his business on the internet, so he didn’t have to go anywhere to work most days. He spent hours in front of the computer, while Chrissy spent hours working on her tan.

Chrissy, after tasting bachelor food, taught her Uncle to cook. It was during one of these sessions that things started to cook. Pun intended.

Chrissy was dressed in her customary gym shorts and tank top. As she showed Bob how to read and interpret a recipe he leaned over and got a good look down the loose tank top. He sucked in his breath. Chrissy wasn’t wearing a bra. Her modest breasts were perfectly white where her bikini covered them, but the surrounding flesh was dark, almost brown. In the middle of each white area was a circle of pink, with a nice perky nipple perched on each one. Bob felt his cock begin to stiffen. He knew what his beat off fantasy would be tonight. He managed to get through the recipe, but had to excuse himself to go to the bathroom, where he pounded his meat and shot off in the stool so he could get his cock to go down.

Then they ate what they’d prepared. It was delicious, he decided, just like his cute niece. Later that night, while he was watching TV, Chrissy was taking a shower. When she got out she wrapped a towel around her long blond hair, and another around her torso. It covered her from chest to thigh and she thought nothing of walking into the living room to ask her Uncle where the body lotion was. He stared at her and didn’t answer.

“Uncle Bob?” she said. “Are you OK?”

Bob was staring at the bottom of the towel, imagining that it was only about two inches from a juicy teenaged and probably virgin pussy. He finally snapped out of it. “Huh? Oh. Uh yeah. I’m fine. What was it you wanted?”

“Body lotion” she said again.

“Um, gosh. You know, I don’t even know if I have any. Would massage oil be the same thing? There’s some of that up on Mary’s dressing table.”

Silence. Mary was his dead wife.

Chrissy looked uncomfortable. He shook his head. “Oh. Here. I’ll go with you.” He stood up and immediately turned around. His dick was stiff again, and it was making an obvious tent in his silk pajama bottoms. Quickly he snatched an afghan off the back of the couch, muttering “Let me just straighten this up.” and held it in front of him as he led the way to what he now called “Mary’s room.”

When they got there the hinges squeaked as he opened the door. “Hmmm. I need to oil those” he said. “I don’t come in here much any more.” Chrissy was staring around at fashions and decorating that was ten years out of date. Bob walked over to the vanity and picked up a dusty bottle. He looked at the label. “Mad Jack’s Scented and Edible Massage Oil” he read out loud.

Then he blushed as his niece turned. “What a funny name. Who would want to eat massage oil?” She came and took it from his hands, turning over to read the contents. “This will do just fine” she said and rising on her tip toes, she hugged her Uncle.

Several things went wrong. His stiffened penis probed directly between her legs, just under the edge of the towel.

His arms went automatically around her and his hand brushed where she’d tucked the towel in to keep it secure. That end popped out and the towel fell to the floor… or would have, except that it caught on the tent in his PJs where it pressed into her.

There, in plain sight, were her magnificent milky white breasts with their luscious strawberry nipples. The towel covered her silken pubes.

“Oops” yelped Chrissy.

“Oh Shit!” yelped Bob.

Chrissy stepped back, grabbing at the towel and lifted it to drape across her front. That exposed the now huge lump in the front of Bob’s PJs. Chrissy stared at the lump while Bob stared at Chrissy. Both pinked up in the face.

Again, Bob said “Oh Shit!” and his hands jerked to cover his erection. “Um … sorry” he said and he turned and fled downstairs to his bedroom. That night, when it came time for his cum to arc out onto the towel he’d spread on his bed beside him, Bob had to get up. He’d shot past the towel, and his spooge was all over the floor.

The next morning, as they ate breakfast, neither of them could look at the other. They managed to get through breakfast and Bob went to the computer. He had a new email, inviting him to a party at the yacht club. He was invited to bring a date. He sat and tried to think of a woman he could invite, but he really didn’t know any he would like to take except some married women, and that wouldn’t go over.

Then he thought of Chrissy.

He found her on the lawn, beside the swimming pool. She was in that tiny bikini he liked so much, the one that was responsible for the super white skin around her pink nipples. He couldn’t look at her now without getting a boner, he thought in panic. “Chrissy, I’ve been invited to a party … a fancy party … and I need a date. I don’t suppose you might be willing to go?”

She bounded up off the ground, her bikini-covered breasts bouncing delightfully. “I’d LOVE to, Uncle Bob. That would be just too cool. What should I wear?”

“Well,” he said “most of the women will be wearing designer gowns. Fancy stuff. Do you have anything like that?”

“The only thing I have is my prom dress. But my mom made it and … I don’t think it would do.”

They thought.

Bob remembered a particular dress his wife had worn one time, a dress that had taken his breath away. It would still be on a hanger in her closet. He looked at Chrissy critically. She was about the same size. “Come with me” he said.

Again, they found themselves in Mary’s room. He rummaged through the closet, looking for a deep blue long dress. There. In the back. He brought it out and held it up.

“Uncle Bob!” sighed Chrissy “It’s beautiful”

“Not nearly as beautiful as it will be when you’re in it.” he said.

“Let me try it on” she said, and she pulled it on over her bathing suit. It fit her like a glove, but the straps of her bikini showed. “Turn around” she said, and he did. The vanity mirror was right in front of him and he could see her clearly in it. She dropped the dress to her waist and undid her bikini top, dropping it to the floor. There again were her luscious tasty looking breasts. She pulled the dress back up. “OK, you can turn around now.” she said.

It still fit her well, but something was missing. She noticed too. She faced the mirror and finally she put her hands on each side of her breasts and pushed them together, and up. Instantly she had cleavage and the dress looked much better.

“My boobs aren’t big enough” she moaned.

Bob’s hands were itching to take the place of hers. “Nonsense” he said. “You just need one of those Wonder Bras or something.”

“But my bikini strap lines show too” she complained. This was true. Where the spaghetti strap that went around her neck was there was a thin white line.

“Well, you’ll just have to suntan without that strap on.