The following story is a complete work of fiction, the characters are not real and neither is the situation. If you are offended by erotic literature, especially involving incest, please hit back on your browser now. If you enjoy such things, I hope you like the story.
She knew he was looking at her but she really didn't care. She wasn't even bothered by the fact it was her uncle that was checking her out, if he was going to live here he'd just have to get used to seeing her in her panties. Neither Mom nor Dad had ever made a big deal out of it so she saw no reason Uncle Frank should. She didn't like to wear much around the house and that's just the way it was.
Her name was Amanda, she was 19 at the time of this story, she's blonde with blue eyes, has a personality that just draws people to her, and has a body to die for. She wore panties and just a bra or just a tee around the house a lot and she saw no reason she should stop just because Frank was going to move in for awhile. She likes to be comfortable and it made her feel sexy, he was just going to have to deal with it as far as she was concerned.
Frank liked the view alright; it was just the fact that it was his niece that he was looking at that bothered him. He had just moved into his sisters home for awhile so he could get back on his feet after a nasty divorce. At the time of this story he was 40 years old, two years younger than his sister Denise, slender in build, most ladies would consider him a real looker ad he has a certain charm that seems to work on them every time.
Frank was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper when Amanda had promenaded in with just a short top and a pair of sexy pink panties on. With a killer body like hers he couldn't help but look. Any normal red-blooded man would. She was standing at the kitchen counter fixing herself some breakfast and her panty clad ass looked just perfect to him.
Amanda looked over her shoulder at him and caught him looking. She just smiled at him and turned back to what she was doing. "Can I get you some more coffee before I sit down Uncle Frank?" she politely asked.
"Thanks, yeah sure." He replied. The sound of her voice had made him realize he was staring. He tried to stare at the paper while she filled his cup but found his eyes wandering to the outline of her breasts through her short top and then down to the front of her panties.
As Amanda finished pouring the coffee she placed a hand on Frank's shoulder and said, "Drink your coffee before it gets cold Uncle Frank, maybe it'll take your mind off of my panties."
"Oh I'm so sorry Amanda; I didn't mean to stare at you like that!" Franked stammered. He really did feel bad for checking her out the way he had, but he couldn't help it. "I honestly don't mean to stare at you like that Amanda, you just aren't wearing much, and to be honest, you're a very pretty girl, look just like your Mom at the same age. Couldn't help but stare at her when she ran around in her panties either."
"Mom used to run around her panties too?" Amanda responded in surprise. "Prim and proper Mom?" she questioned him.
"Well she wasn't always so prim and proper." Frank replied. "Before she got together with your Dad she was a lot more fun, used to drive me crazy all the time, running around in just her bra and panties." And with that Frank realized he'd already said enough. "Maybe I'll just go into the living room and finish reading the paper." He quickly added and hurried out of the kitchen.
Amanda wasn't through talking with him yet though. She just followed him on into the living room bringing her cereal and cup of coffee with her. He plopped onto one end of the long l-shaped couch and she nestled onto the other end. "Come on Uncle Frank, that's not fair, you started telling me so you have to finish, so Mom wasn't always such a prude?
"Your Mom isn't a prude." He replied, adding "She just married a man who is very straight laced and she changed her style to match his, that's all."
Frank hoped the conversation would just end with that point but Amanda had other ideas. He tried to ignore her but she was just plain persistent. "I'm waiting Uncle Frank, tell me how Mom drove you crazy." She said.
Frank wasn't thrilled but he could tell Amanda wasn't taking no for an answer. "Look Amanda, we were teenagers, teenagers' think like, well teenagers; all hormones and no brains. I never should have mentioned it. You're Mother looked every bit as good in skimpy little panties as you do. I admit it. I liked the view, I like the view of you too, let's just leave it at that, ok?"
"No let's not just leave it at that." She replied, "You said she drove you crazy and I want to know about it."
Frank was getting very uncomfortable. Memories that he'd never shared with anyone were flooding back into his mind. Memories he thought he could never share with a single soul. Now his own niece was demanding to hear all about it, and wasn't going to give up until she did.
He decided he might as well tell her at least a little or she wasn't going to let it go. "Alright miss nosy, I'll tell you, but you cannot tell your Mom I told you this or she'll kill me." Frank said.
"I won't say a word, I promise." Swore Amanda; "I'm just really curious because Mom just turns beet red at the slightest mention of anything sexual and here you are telling me how she used to wear skimpy clothes and drive you wild."
Frank pondered his thoughts for a moment and decided to just be as vague as he could. "All I can say is that at your age she was very sexy and she knew it. Used to walk around just like you, wearing practically nothing." Then he went on, "I was a normal teenage boy, and it turned me on. I'd keep telling her she should put more clothes on and she'd get a kick out of it. She knew she drove me crazy and she liked." And then he added, "Your grandparents were no help either, just like your Mom and Dad are with you, they could never tell her no, If she wanted to parade around like that, they weren't going to stop her."
Frank thought that maybe that'd be enough to make Amanda happy but he was dead wrong. Her curiosity was far from satisfied. She continued to grill him for more information. "So you are saying she knew she had an effect on you and she just kept doing it anyhow?"
