My Naughty Niece

Hannah is my niece, being the daughter of my wife’s brother’s. She just graduated from high school and she’ll be moving to my town to attend college. Before moving into residence this coming September, she decides to stay with us for a month so that she can adjust to life in town. She seems to be enjoying the experience. Hannah’s parents are quite strict so she never got to have anything resembling a party lifestyle so I’m sure it’s nice for her to finally be freed of having two crazy people over her shoulder every time. Plus, our house has a big pool that is perfect for those hot summer nights.

Hannah is quite tall for most girls her age, standing at 5’10”. Even at 6 feet, my forehead barely stands higher than her. She has long brunette hair that she tends to keep in a ponytail which accentuates her long face. She has a point noise, big eyes and luscious lips that she highlights with a shadow tone of lipstick to contrast her milky cream colored skin. She is quite fit and despite never dressing provocatively, I can tell that she is blessed in the upper region. Ever since she’s started to mature, I’ve always fantasized about what she would look like naked and whether she is a freak in bed. I’m not sure if she’s even lost her virginity yet. She comes off as a sweet young girl but I always wonder if there is a hidden sexual beast inside of her waiting to be unleashed. With her staying in our house for a month, those thoughts materialize more and more in my head.

One Thursday night, my wife is out of town for a corporate retreat and won’t return until tomorrow night. I come home from work, dreading the idea of making dinner. I hop into the shower to freshen up before prepping the kitchen. As I put some spaghetti into the pot, the door opens and Hannah comes in after a day of shopping with her friends. She’s wearing a thin but form fitting long sleeve black shirt. It’s neck line is all the way up by her neck, showing no cleavage but the way it’s snug and tight on her shows off her curves. It’s too bad Hannah dresses so conservatively as I would love to see her bust line.

“Hi, Uncle Rick,” she calls out. “What are you making?”
“Hi, Hannah. I’m making some pasta. Did you eat? I have extra.”
“Sounds lovely. I’m just going to go upstairs and change.”

As we’re having dinner, I ask her if she has a boyfriend or whether she’s met anyone since she came to town. She’s pretty shy about these things and the conversation got awkward when she told me about how she broke up with her previous boyfriend after the prom. But she did confide in me that she hasn’t lost her virginity yet. It was actually one of the reasons why she broke up with her ex. He wanted to do it the night of their prom but she didn’t.
“Was it him or did you just not want to do it?”
“A bit of both, I guess,” she says. “I knew that I won’t be with him once I move here to go to college and I didn’t want to lose my virginity to someone that won’t be significant in my life from now on.”
“That makes sense,” I say to her. “Not to mention your parents will freak and call you the deviant sinner if they found out.”
“My parents are a bit strict but I don’t blame them,” she says. “All my friends have done it with jocks who are boneheads. I want my first time to be at least with someone that is a bit sophisticated.”
“You like older guys?” I ask her, hoping the answer is yes.
“Not necessarily,” she replies. “Just more…mature.”

After dinner, I clean up the plates and ask Hannah if she wants to catch the late night movie on cable. It wasn’t a porn but this particular film has a lot of nudity and sex scenes in it. I notice Hannah staring at the screen, unsure if she’s freaked out by what she sees or whether she’s fascinated.

The night is getting pretty hot and I decide to take a swim in our pool in the backyard.
“Would you like to join me for a swim?” I ask her.
“I can’t swim,” she admits. I’m a bit surprised by that answer.
“Well, we can just dip around in the shallow end,” I suggest. “It is getting kind of stuffy from the crazy humidity.”
“I don’t have a suit though,” she says.
“Just jump in with your underwear on,” I tell her.