My nephew was sent by his firm to the city where I live to attend a two week course on something that was of no interest to me whatsoever. Seeing he was so far from home he was entitled to a per diem to cover his accommodation and board. The per diem was a flat amount and if he spent more or less or none at all the firm did not care, as they'd carried out their legal obligations. As long as he fronted up at the course ready, willing, and able to do the work they didn't give a stuff.
Not being one to spend his money if there was a way to get what he wanted without spending it his first option was to call me, asking if he could stay the fortnight. I had a spare room and no objections so we agreed that I'd have a guest for a while. I was ready to swallow a couple of weeks of slightly higher utilities costs but I made it a point that I wasn't feeding him. If he wanted to eat he could find his own food. This was pure self-defence. I'd seen that kid in action with a knife and fork and I was prepared to swear that his cutlery moved so fast they heated to a red glow from the friction.
They arrived late Sunday evening. 'They', not 'he'. He had a sweet young thing with him, somewhat to my surprise as no mention had been made of any extras. Somewhat to my irritation, as well. With a young lady in the house I wouldn't be able to wander around in my jocks if I wanted to.
"Uncle George," said Gerry, giving me a wave. "Um, this is my girlfriend, Bianca. She's just lost her job and is about to start looking for another. She was also a little upset that I'd be away for two weeks and so I suggested that as she wasn't working maybe she'd like to come with me while I'm on the course. No problem, is it?"
"No problem that I can see," I admitted. "I've got plenty of room available. One room or two?"
Better to be sure, in my opinion, than to guess and get it wrong.
"One will suffice," Gerry said, while Bianca blushed delicately.
When I'd made up a room for Gerry I'd made allowances for his size and given him a room with a double bed. Fortunate as it meant I wouldn't have to do any extra work. I pointed him at the relevant room and left then to settle in.
After they'd settled in we had some coffee and a chat, with Gerry bringing me up to date with everything my sister had been doing. I also got a little better acquainted with Bianca. Eighteen, and a bit of a minx, in my opinion, but quite a lovely one.
Gerry was up early the next morning, off to start his course. I didn't get up quite as early as I tended to work a lot from home, only going in to the office for some face to face meetings with clients. Once I did get up I had breakfast and then relaxed at the table, catching up on the news while I lingered over a cup of coffee.
That's when Bianca came drifting into the kitchen.
"Morning, Bianca," I said, looking her over with a touch of irritation.
It was rather obvious that I was going to have to lay down some house rules right from the get-go. Seeing that I wasn't going to be wandering around in a pair of jocks it seemed only fair and reasonable that Bianca return the complement by not wandering around in a scanty nightie that was barely long enough to cover her tush.
The nightie had ample material but I suspected that this meant that if she bent forward the neckline would gape open giving an excellent view. Unless I was behind her, in which case I had no doubt that her nightie would offer a different, but equally excellent, view.
It wasn't that I objected to viewing her cleavage or tush -- just that it was a little unfair seeing I couldn't grab them.
"House rule, Bianca," I said with a smile. "You're not to wander around the house unless you're a little more dressed than you currently are."
"What's wrong with this?" she demanded, blushing slightly. "It's a perfectly respectable nightie."
"It's a perfect invitation to rape, is what it is," I told her, "and you know it. In future, if I catch you wandering around the house in that outfit I'll probably accept the invitation. Really, if you take a deep breath that damn thing is going to ride up and flash your panties at me."
At that her blush became a couple of shades redder and I looked at her with some suspicion. Surely she wasn't going commando. I considered the situation for a couple of moments. While talking to her I'd turned my chair so I was facing her. She was standing within reach - at least, within reach of my foot.
I reached out with one foot and my toe lifted the edge of the nightie. She made a startled little sound, stepping back and brushing the nightie back into place, but it was way too late. I'd already seen what she wasn't wearing.
"No, don't go yet," I said when it looked like Bianca was about to beat a sudden retreat.
She hesitated, but stayed where she was.
"I want to go and get dressed," she said. "House rule, you know."
"Rule number two," I replied. "If you're caught going commando you have to finish stripping upon request."
"You're kidding."
"No," I said with a big smile. "I caught you and now I'm requesting. You don't want to insult your host by deliberately breaking a house rule, do you?"
"Yes," came the quick reply, but she stayed where she was, waiting.
We just looked at each other for a few moments. Finally I said, "Waiting."
"And what happens if I do take my nightie off?" she asked. "Apart from you getting your perverted kicks, that is."
