This was probably not a good idea. No, this is definitely a BAD idea. Once again, thinking with my dick, I knew the law of averages was decidedly against me this time. There's no way I could ever get away with this one, without it coming back to haunt me. Weighing the outcome, I made my decision. I will just tell her there was too much at stake. She'll understand. Then, maybe she can help ME understand!
Our discreet, forbidden relationship started a month ago, but actually the story began some 14 years past. My wife and I had been married 10 years, when her sister's family came to visit us. Her sister's two girls, Sherry and Teri also came along. Both girls were cute, but with her naturally platinum hair and facial features, Teri was already in a league of her own. At sweet sixteen Teri displayed all the signs of blossoming into a beautiful woman. The family visit was uneventful, and we didn't see them for another two years.
It was on our trip to visit them that I realized what a difference two years can make! Teri must have grown a foot, standing eye-to-eye with me, at 5'9". That was not the only anatomical change. Her perfectly toned body had lost all the baby fat. In its place, was a trim, statuesque blonde with what seemed to be an incredible set of tits. Her girlish facial features had also matured into the face of a stunning model. Her natural, carefree air and grace reflected a less than virginal sense of sexuality, but she was void of any knowledge of how to flaunt it. Her lack of ability to flaunt and flirt was largely do to her mother's overwhelming influence. Several years later this detrimental relationship worsened with her parents divorced.
The following twelve years were nearly unbearable to watch. Teri's relationships with men were all short-lived. Her boyfriends (now men), could never quite live up to her mother's expectations. Thus, they couldn't measure up to Teri's impossible demands. Her exquisite figure and features only made for other problems. Every available, healthy male was attracted to her body and surface personality, but soon found that there was no sexuality to go along with it. Her mother's puritan assumption: "If you’ve got it - DON'T DARE flaunt it", didn’t help the situation. Teri’s lack of self-awareness led her to develop a total lack of self-confidence. She hadn't learned to exhibit or accept human frailty. Instead of looking for Mr. Mostly Compatible, she was still hopelessly lost, waiting for Mr. Impossibly Perfect. She was learning, the hard way, that playing a 30-year-old Snow Queen was not a role she relished.
WEEK ONE
Last month the planets must have properly aligned. One weird coincidence fell into place, that otherwise would have never happened. Once a month we (my wife and I) could expect a visit from her niece. As was the custom, Teri stopped by our house, on her way home from work one evening. That particular night, my wife had to work overtime and called to say she would be tied up for hours. When Teri arrived, I gave her the news. At first she acted a bit perturbed.
"Well Donny, If you don't mind, I just have to crash a bit?" She said, flopping into a chair.
Clearly, she was exhausted and I offered her a drink to unwind. She was still dressed in her corporate garb, a subtle jacket with matching skirt. We nursed our drinks and she started to unload. Feeling like her whole life was closing in around her, she described how everybody made inconsiderate demands on her.
"If I'm not trying to please corporate, then it's my mom. I'm not doing anything to please myself, and I seem to alienate any man who tries to hit on me. I'm so absorbed with care-taking, I don't take time to care for myself!"
She went on to cite supporting examples to show the degree of her desperation. Before long, she was in tears. I poured my beautiful, troubled niece another drink and tried my best to console her. I came to her, stood and bent over to wrap my arm around her slumping shoulders. I rubbed her arm and shoulder, as her breast heaved with each sob.
"I'm actually kind of glad that Barb ISN’T here. She always gives me advice. I know she means well, but sometimes it's nice just to have someone to lean on, you know?"
Crouching down in front of her, I wiped away a tear or two.
"You can always feel safe with me, Teri. I'm sure not one to ever give advice," I said, with a laugh.
"If I could just get over being so inhibited around men. I just can't relax and be myself (whoever that is) with them."
I continued to soothe her, with soft strokes on her arms, shoulders and neck.
"Teri, with your body, men are naturally going to be attracted to you. I don't think of that as being a big problem," I stated.
"Keeping them attracted to me is the problem! I can't flirt worth a shit, and my body language skills are non-existent. I feel sensual, but I can't express it. God, why am I telling my uncle this stuff? I'm sorry, Donny."
"Hey, I'm still a guy, like all the rest. Just because I'm your uncle doesn't mean I don't have a sex drive. There's still plenty that turns this old geezer on."
She laughed and apologized.
"If only I could find some single guy out there like you, Donny."
"Hey girl, there's plenty out there better than me!" I said.
"Well I haven't found one yet."
"You probably have met him, and just don't know it."
"What?"
"Perhaps that certain someone didn't recognize the REAL you -whoever that is?"
"That's for sure! Maybe you should show me how to keep them interested?" She asked.
"...and, in the process, we might discover who the REAL you is," I added.
"Yeah, that's sounds great! When can we get started?" She begged.
I told her we could start right now, but there were some things she was going to have to trust me about. I explained that some of the exercises were rather personal and she might even consider them obscene. She was at the end of her rope, and agreed that she would at least try everything I suggested.
The first exercise would be for her to gain total self-relaxation and self-appreciation. I told her to assume any position that she thought would totally relax her. She opted to stretch out on our front room couch. After a minute, she felt bound up in her dress clothes. I offered her a robe and told her to just take off whatever she felt comfortable with. Being the total gentleman, I left the room, while she stripped.
"OK Donny, I think I can relax now," she said, loudly enough for me to hear.
When I came back into the room, I noticed the discarded suit, blouse, shoes and hose. She lay on the couch, with her eyes closed.
"I feel much better now!"
"Nothing binding you? Nothing to stop you from feeling relaxed?" I asked.
She laid deeper into the couch, uncrossed her long legs and took a deep breath. Letting it out slowly, she opened her eyes.
"There is one more thing, but that might not be proper," she wondered.
"I told you that you would have to trust me. Now, what is it?" I asked.
"My, my bra. It's really tight."
"So, take it off. I won't look."
