Her name is "Annie."
I tell everyone that she is "my niece," which, of course, she clearly isn't. Everyone who knows me knows that I have no siblings and have never been married.
In actuality, Annie is more of an adopted waif. She came into my home and my life a year ago, almost eighteen years old, when her parents were splitting up. She was going through some hard times of her own: Boyfriends, school and then her parents' breakdown were causing her no small amount of stress. So when she showed up on my doorstep one day, carrying three stuffed suitcases, I wasn't all THAT surprised. I invited her in, gave her a nice warm meal, showed her the guest bedroom and said goodnight.
She's been living under my roof ever since.
The problem (if you can even call it a "problem") started shortly after Annie turned eighteen.
Now I had promised her Mom (who was my age, by the way) that I would watch out for her daughter. And since Annie's mother had had a reputation for being "hot-to-trot," I'd hoped the apple would fall far from THAT tree. *HAH!* Fat chance!! Annie was, by far, even WORSE than her mom, in that regard!!!
It began innocently enough.
Annie is 5'5" tall, most of her is legs, with a really sexy 34" bust and C cup breasts, that are the softest things this side of marshmallow fluff!!! She always listens to this damn techno-industrial-music crap that drives me nuts! Sometimes, tho', she likes to listen to George Harrison tunes. I love it when she cranks up "While My Guitar Gently Weeps." An all-time fave of mine! I will forever be into jazz, however, so we fight over what music gets played on the stereo!
Annie's always been a pretty inhibited young woman. She doesn't like to be nude herself but she doesn't mind seeing me completely nude. She does wear a loose-fitting robe around the house, however, and when she bends over (which she does often, but only when she's sure that I'm watching) her robe opens up, giving me a perfect view of her lovely breasts and, more often than not, her shaved-bald pussy glistens from underneath that robe as well (then she calls ME a perv for looking!) Her shoulder length, dark brown hair and her dark brown eyes, that belie all the shit she's endured in her short lifetime, complete the package just perfectly.
In short-- she's hot-stuff and she knows it...
But she's not as worldly as she thinks she is.
She THINKS she knows what men want. With SOME men she may be right. She's never been able to read me, though, and this drives her crazy! I do so love to watch her frustrate herself trying to second guess my desires.
Our first experience together, had started rather inauspiciously, while fixing dinner one night. We were standing in the kitchen, preparing sushi (our favorite Friday night delicacy,) when she asked me if I had a date that night. When I answered with a negative, she said something to the affect that she didn't like the woman that I had been going out with for the last few months. I told her it was none of her business WHOM I dated and with a towel from the counter I snapped it, playfully, at her rear end!
This elicited a loud squeal from my young charge's throat. Then she dared me to do it again. I, being the adult, said that I didn't want to hurt her. She defiantly called me a chicken and started to make "clucking" sounds. I told her to just carry the sushi tray to the table and wash up for dinner. As she turned her back to me I rolled the towel up tighter than before and let her have it... With a resounding **CRACK!** I hit her square on her left, jeans-clad buttock! This caused her to scream with laughter and say, "You are SO gonna get it, Mister!" "Ooooo," was all I said, as we sat down to feast on some delicious California Roll sushi!
Later, that night, after we'd done the dishes and I'd helped her with her homework, I went to bed. An hour later, I was roused from a sound sleep by a gentle wrapping at my bedroom door. "I hope it's not the raven," I cried out.
"Nevermore," Annie said through the closed door.
This was our little way of saying goodnight. I had read Edgar Allan Poe to her that first night, all those months ago.
Then, before I knew what was happening, she burst through the door and started to hit me with her own pillow!
"A pillow fight, is it!?!" I said, thru' clenched teeth, as she hit me on the head.
