The COVID-19 virus had spread very quickly from Asia to Europe to the United States. I live in Palo Alto and work as a software engineer. My stepsister Mary and her husband Bob live in Los Angeles and are older than me. They had their daughter Emily at an older age than many parents and they doted on her but did not spoil her. She is a real great kid and had just turned 18. She was waiting to hear what colleges would accept her but her first choice was Stanford, to become a software engineer like me. Mary and Bob wanted to get an apartment for her, as they were very protective of her and didn't want her in a dorm with roommates that could lead her astray. If she got into Stanford, they asked me if I would watch out for her to not get into trouble and I agreed.
Mary became very strict with Emily when she reached her teens. She enrolled her in an all-girls school, which had the typical plaid skirts and white blouses that made middle aged men who like teen girls drool. Emily is a tiny little thing, only five feet tall and 100 pounds soaking wet. She is a cheerleader and is on the track team running long distance, which keeps her very thin, with small breasts and a tiny ass.
Mary and Bob both have health issues that makes it very dangerous to catch the COVID virus. One day they called me in a panic and said that Emily had been exposed to someone who had the virus and needed to go into quarantine for 14 days. Her school was already doing online classes, so she asked if Emily could stay with me, since I had a large home and could isolate her, while they had recently downsized to a small apartment since Emily was starting college in the Fall.
Coincidentally, I had just found out I had also come into contact with a COVID carrier, and I was also going to quarantine myself, and I was already working from home.
"Mary, I would be happy to have Emily come stay with me, since I am going to be quarantining any way, but are you comfortable having her stay with a 38 year old bachelor? How would it look to our friends and family?"
"Oh, don't be silly Mike, she looks at you like a mentor and she trusts you, and of course so do we. We are asking you to take her in, you didn't suggest it." Emily looks so much younger than her age and is like a niece to me, so I never looked at her sexually. I had been so busy that my stepsister had been coming to Palo Alto to visit me, and I had not been to her home for the last year, although I did video chats with Emily often.
"Mike, so can you pick her up after school, so she can take her math test? I will meet you at the front door with suitcases with her clothes."
"That would be fine Mary, I'll leave right now." When I pulled up to Emily's school at the end of the school day and she came out of the door, I was shocked to see how much she had grown up since I only saw her face on the computer over the last year. She had long straight blonde hair, pulled back in ponytails, but she looked like such a grown woman. She wasn't even wearing makeup but looked like a model. She was wearing glasses, which made her look intellectual. She was still my little Emily in my mind, so I didn't look at her in a pervy way, even though she was wearing a plaid skirt and white blouse, with knee socks and black shoes.
She got in the car and said, "Hi Uncle Mike, I missed seeing you in person so much since the last time you came to see us. I hope your bratty niece won't inconvenience you or interfere with your dating life."
"Emily, you know you are always welcome in my home and I just broke up with my girlfriend. Even if I hadn't I wouldn't be able to spend time with her for the next two weeks any way." We pulled up to her house and Mary had left two suitcases on the front steps and waved goodbye to us through the door.
"Thank you so much Mike, I don't know how we can ever repay you."
"It's no problem, it will be nice to able to re-connect with Emily and not be lonely over the next two weeks. I'll be working online, and she will be taking her classes online too, so we won't get on each other's nerves being together all the time."
The drive north went quickly, as Emily and I talked excitedly about old times and all the fun everyone had at our family events. She told me all about her school, her friends, her excitement about starting college next year and plans for the future. She didn't mention a boyfriend, which I found odd because she is so knock out gorgeous. I innocently said, "you've really grown up Emily; you must have to beat off the boys with a stick."
She sheepishly looked down and her face turned red and replied "I don't think boys like me. They think I am too nerdy and not adventurous enough. Mom is very strict with me and her advice about boys is to stay away from them. A couple of boys asked me out on a date, and they kissed me, which was okay. They wanted to go further, but I was afraid of that and also of what Mom would think. They got mad and never called me again. I am going out with a boy and he says he loves me and wants to marry me. I went on the pill without telling Mom because I am thinking of giving him my virginity after prom."
"Emily, I don't want to sound like a prude, but you have to be careful that boys will say anything to get in a girl's pants, even if they have to lie. I know you might be trying to rebel against your Mom and feel grown up like the other girls who are having sex, but you have to be careful about getting hurt." I was shocked that she would tell me something so private, but we always had a comfortable open relationship and I would always try to give her advice, even if it was different than Mary's point of view.
We pulled up to my house and Emily quickly got out of the car and walked into my house. I had just bought the house last year after making a lot of money on stock trades and she had not yet seen it. "Wow, Uncle Mike this place is so huge and beautifully decorated. This is going to be great to stay here." When I gave her a tour and she saw the pool, the hot tub, the sauna, the gym and the movie theater, she was speechless.
I brought her suitcases to one of the bedrooms, which was bigger than her parent's entire apartment and had a desk where she could do her schoolwork at. She smiled, took off her shoes, got on the bed and jumped up and down on the bed, laughing like she did when she was a little girl. As she jumped, I saw a flash of her panties, which she didn't realize, and my face turned beet red, as I felt uncomfortable and tried to put any bad thoughts out of mind. This was my dear little Emily, not some girl I would ever try to come on to.
"Uncle Mike why is your face so red?" she asked innocently.
"I need to turn on the air conditioning," I lied. I realized this might be a long painful 14 days and I might be doing a lot of jerking off at my computer.
We got into a routine the next couple of days with her doing her schoolwork and me working on new software projects. We made meals together and watched movies in the theater. The third day she wanted to go swimming in the pool, so we changed into our swimsuits. When she came out to the pool, I nearly fainted. She looked like a magazine cover girl with her thong bikini. "Emily, does your mother know you have a bathing suit like that?"
"No, I bought it with my friend, do you think it doesn't fit right on me, or is it too revealing?" This girl was either naïve or teasing me.
"Emily, it fits great, but I am your uncle, I don't know if this is appropriate for you to wear something so revealing in front of me."
"Oh, Uncle Mike, I know you are a gentleman and my friends all wear bikinis like this." As we swam in the pool, I started getting an involuntary erection and panicked.
"Why don't we go in the hot tub where it is warmer," I said. I hoped the hot water would make my erection subside. While we were in the tub, she innocently put her arm around me, hugged me and told me what a great time she was having. I became rock hard.
