** Prologue **
Bob felt a bit melancholy when his niece Kristi, who had resided with him this last year, had been accepted as a transfer coed to the Total Woman Academy and departed from his loving care into her promising future. But then, he hit upon a brilliant scheme to replace her absence with her little sister Missy.
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"Yes, that's what I said. The scholarship was already funded for two years. They said Missy can use the second half since her grades support the scholarship transfer and her admission. And Missy can stay here with me in her sister's old room."
"Are you sure it won't be a bother?"
Bob didn't have to think twice this time.
"Nah, she is more than welcome to take over her sister's place and continue the family tradition. I'm sure it will make everyone happy."
'Especially me' he thought.
"Oh Bob, you're so good to us. Missy adores Kristi. They gossip with each other constantly and Missy always tries so hard to do everything her older sister does."
Bob muttered smugly 'I sure hope so.'
His cock twitched at the thought of Missy, the spitting image blonde copy of her brunette older sister, trying hard to do everything that Kristi did. His plans for her coming year of residence in his home were jelling fast and he could hardly wait for her arrival. The sooner, the better.
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** Fall **
Missy's flight arrived as scheduled at Uncle Bobby's sleepy college town airport and he was there on time to meet her. He had been told that she was a blonde near-twin of her brunette sister Kristi, and he recognized her on sight: same size, same skin tone, and same athletic buxom physique. She likewise recognized him and they fell into a cheerful family dialog. Her bags were loaded in the trunk of his sports car and a short drive later, they arrived at Uncle Bobby's house. He gave her the nickel tour and she adored the pink and white motif of her hand-me-down bedroom. She unpacked her things.
Over dinner, they talked about house rules and Uncle Bobby gave her the 'no-boys' lecture dictated by her mother. She let him run through his soliloquy, nodding and maintaining a solemn expression but when he was done, her face cracked up and she burst out laughing. He retorted at her impudence.
"No, really. I'm serious. It's very important to your mother."
She cradled her chin on her arched arms, staring with those bright blue eyes at her protective uncle, and nodded slyly, batting her eyes seductively his way.
"Okay, okay. No boys. But what about men? What about you and Uncle Mike?"
Bob was shocked by her response. What did she know? Kristi had sworn to keep their sexual escapades secret in order to protect them from her mother's inevitable tirades. He feigned ignorance.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, come on. We're sisters. Sisters gossip but they pinky swear to keep each other's secrets. I know all the intimate details. And if I'm here as Kristi's successor, I expect all the perks of the role."
Missy gazed directly at Uncle Bobby, daring him to deny the truth as she knew it. His face was flushed with embarrassment. She saw his distress and walked around the table to sit sideways on his lap. She pressed her boobs to him, nuzzled his neck, and cooed in his ear.
"Don't worry. Not everyone heeds their mother's warnings. I like to play with the boys and, oh boy, do the boys like to play with me. I'm not a virgin. So there's no need to worry about that little problem. I've been fucking 'boys' for years but now I'm looking forward to being handled by a real man, or real men, if that's a possibility."
Bob took a moment to compose himself. Her breasts were squished to his side and they felt wonderful. This was not the chain of events he had expected but it was a welcome turn of fortune. He had been lonely since Kristi's departure but intended to wait until Missy seemed interested. It turned out she was already interested and the waiting was over.
Uncle Bobby scooped up his niece Missy in an arm cradle and marched her to the stairs and upwards to her new pink-toned bedroom. Her bags were empty and the dresser drawers and closets were full.
He stood her up and she automatically fingered open his shirt buttons down to his waist and continued with his belt and zipper, pressing the fabrics off his body. He stood in boxer shorts with his cock tip already peeking through the fly, as if it were a third eye, acting like a curious voyeur checking out its next playmate.
Bob was a boob man and restless for a first view of her bare tits.
"Let me see 'em."
Missy obliged his wishes and doffed her shirt, unclasped her bra, and drew it off her chest.
The rumors were true; she really was a near twin of her older sister. Her tits were just as magnificent: same size, same skin tones, and same athletic buxom physique. His hands instinctively cupped and rolled the masses.
"Want to see more?"
Missy was already peeling down her skinny jeans, bending over with her boobs cushioned by his buoying palms. She rocked her hips to aid in the pant leg glide down her toned legs. Her tits wobbled in his hands. Kicking off her shoes only added to the mammary motion and Bob was thoroughly smitten. She had finished her pre-coupling preparations and was raring to go.
Bob pushed her back to the mattress and she fell prone on the bed, her knees molding to the edge. Bob picked up her calves and she hooked them behind his waist. She reached down and took a thumb and index finger catch on his knob and touched the tip to her blossoming wet cunt lips.
Uncle Bobby punched in with a lust-sodden urgency. Missy moaned as her vaginal tube was distended by his size.
"Boys, schmoys. God, I've missed cock! This is how I like it! Being fucked wide and deep by a real man. Wow, Uncle Bobby, that feels great!"
Bob agreed with her opinion. Her tight pussy compressed his erection on every stroke. It felt great. She was juicy and her slipperiness aided the speed and length of his thrusts. His hands gripped her hips, a hold that let him plunge all the way in with each drive.
He pumped and pumped, eager to jet a copious spew that would drain his balls and relieve his many weeks of sexual drought. Missy was rocking her hips, effectively caressing her G spot as she burnished his corona vee.
He was jackhammering her cunt when he felt his churning spunk racing up his urethra. His pearly ropes shot into her womb. She careened off when the warm flood filled her insides, only barely noticing that Uncle Bobby had tilted back his head and was calling out his own shrill cry of bliss towards the ceiling.
Bob recovered enough consciousness to fall forward on Missy's sweat sheened chest meat. He was gulping for air, as was she. They intuitively rubbed cheeks and murmured their first impression praises of the other's talents. Gaining some semblance of order, the detached pair scrambled up on the mattress and drew a cover over their cooling bodies.
Missy hugged her uncle's neck and, despite her recent ecstasy, was already looking forward to more. Kristi's tales about her uncles had been very informative.
"I hope Uncle Mike doesn't come by too soon. I want a lot more of you before trying out another manly stud."
"Me too, sweetie. Oh... me too."
And they slept together that first night, actual slumber, in Kristi's old bed, now baptized anew by Missy for her personal benefit thereafter.
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Ned reviewed his drafted report for the Escorting Coach Tutor Evaluation Assessment of Kristi's baseline sexuality. As he read the text, the story unfolded in his mind. He remembered more details of the recent sequence of events, scratching in notations for final edits. Even without the memorandum, he would remember his sessions with the brunette as some of his best ever.
* The First Day's Journey *
Bob and Mike were waiting in the den when the doorbell rang. Ned had arrived to collect Kristi for her journey to TWA.
The men greeted the Escorting Coach Tutor jovially, Mike being vaguely familiar with the tall dark distinguished-looking man. They were burning time, waiting for Kristi to join them when they heard her footsteps approaching. She made her perfect appearance towing a piece of luggage and carrying the giant Teddy Bear in one arm.
Ned was mildly impressed that she was even better in person than her depictions and descriptions suggested. However, he frowned briefly in disapproval. Bob and Mike hadn't understood when he instructed that she be dressed as a schoolgirl.
Kristi sported prim and proper preppy low saddle shoes, a pleated plaid skirt brushing her knees, and a button-up size too large tailored white blouse, closed at the collar with a flared lady's bowtie. Her torso filled the blouse loosely, but her chest, waist, and hips evident under the loose clothing still suggested a well-formed body.
Ned had shown brief disapproval because he expected stripper style high heels, a skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks and that flashed her white thong panties, and a size too small button straining blouse that hugged her big round boobs.
He sighed inside, knowing he would have to adjust her outfit later in the backseat of the town car. Depending on her attitude, that task could be a big chore or a lot of fun.
