I had just turned eighteen when it started. My uncle moved to town. He wasn't my uncle per se, I just called him that. He was my dad's friend. I had always known him. Four years ago, he shifted to Florida for a project and now he came back. I'd always liked him. He brought me gifts, and he never spoke down to me. In fact, I loved it when he called me his "little princess."
I was a straight A student and a good girl. I never went through a rebel stage. I'd always come back home before dark, never had a cigarette, never got any piercings nor dyed my hair. Perhaps I took delight in being called a good girl, so much so, that I would be proud when someone called me good. All of my friends' mothers admired me and I was quite popular in their circle. The pressure was tremendous.
This changed when my uncle visited us in our home. He dropped in to surprise us. My father was really happy and they spent the entire day reliving their childhood. My mother was less happy. Ever since uncle and his wife got a divorce because she caught him cheating on him, (she happened to be my mom's best friend) she couldn't stand him. When I came back from school, I found him on the sofa sipping a beer with my dad.
"Amanda, look at you!" He gave me a big hug. "You're all grown up."
"You're back!" I laughed. "I missed you so much."
He handed me a small bag. "Couldn't come empty handed to meet my little princess."
I blushed and he asked me to join them, but my mom intervened and asked me to go and freshen up. I went to my room and opened his gift the first chance. It was a bracelet, a golden one, and it was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. Must have been really expensive, but he always gave me expensive stuff. I slipped it on my arm.
When I went down, my mom was in the kitchen and my dad had stepped outside to attend to a phone call. I popped down on the sofa with Uncle Jack. He used to be my favourite person when I was a kid.
"Thanks for my gift Uncle Jack. It's stunning!" I said.
"No problem darling. Here have a beer." He handed me a pint.
"Oh, I don't drink."
"I thought you turned eighteen!"
"I did. I just don't drink."
He looked at me as if I were a puzzle he was trying to solve. I felt stupid. Perhaps, I could've taken a sip. But his lips curled up into a smile. "Still a good girl, aren't you?"
I blushed and looked down. My father came back and we slipped into back into conversation. Uncle Jack spoke about his business and he told us how life has been for him in the last four years. Sometimes I would see him glancing at me. At first, I thought he was trying to make eye contact, but later I realised that it wasn't an innocent glance. His eyes were on my cleavage.
I thought I'd been imagining it. But then I saw his eyes travelling down my body. It was weird. I felt slightly uncomfortable, but I wasn't disgusted, and I didn't move. He excused himself to the washroom, and asked me to show where it was. I agreed, seeing no other options.
When we went out of the living room, he led me to the guest room. "I know where the washroom is. I've been here before you know."
"Then why did you ask me?" I asked.
"I needed sometime alone with my princess." Now his eyes roamed over by body freely. "You've turned so gorgeous Amanda. Look at you!"
I blushed deeply. Uncle Jack had been a handsome man. I always considered him to be the most handsome guy I've met so a compliment from him meant a huge deal to me. To be honest, I didn't consider myself to be beautiful, but I knew I had huge breasts which drive men crazy so I tried my best to cover them with baggy clothes.
"Thank you."
"You've an amazing body. If only you wore something with a deeper neckline, guys would go crazy. Or a boyfriend, if you have one."
"I don't have a boyfriend."
"Huh, then the guys you know are stupid. If I were a guy your age, I would snatch you up the first chance I got." He said in a way that made me shiver. His voice got low and his smile disappeared.
Then he gently cupped my ass and walked back into the living room. I stood there thinking what the hell happened.
******
Over the next few days, he would visit our house frequently and every time he did, he would bring me gifts, a bag, a dress, a necklace and once even an iPhone. My parents protested when he got me an iPhone, but he said it was a gift for getting admission into one of the top colleges. He said he was proud of me, and my dad finally allowed me to keep the iPhone. My mom wasn't happy.
I think I got a little over my head with the gifts but something in me changed. My dresses began to get a little tighter and I wore tops with a deeper neckline. I would eagerly wait for his visits. When my parents wouldn't be in the room, I would sit closer to him, and flirt a little. His arm would go around my shoulder or his hand would rest on my thigh. We also started texting and we would flirt shamelessly over text.
He sent me a picture of a gorgeous pair of diamond earrings and sent me a text "Want this?"
I sent a reply, "they are stunning."
"Then you've to do something for me."
"What?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow."
Next day he came over and handed me a small bag. "Don't let your parents see." I hid that under my blazer and went to my room to see what it was. It was a bag from Victoria's Secret and I could imagine what it was. My uncle gifted me lingerie. I stuffed that into the back of my cupboard and went back downstairs as if nothing had happened.
Later that night he texted me. "I wanna see how my princess looks wearing that."
My heart started thumping. I went to the cupboard and pulled out the bag. I realised I hadn't even looked what was inside. There was a black lacy bra which left nothing to the imagination and a black thong which would hardly cover my pussy. I slid off my nightgown and wore the bra and the thong, and I looked at myself in the mirror.
I was curvy, no doubt but this lingerie brought out my curves in a way I hadn't expected. I could see every slope of my body, the curve of my breasts, the waist and the hips. Gosh, I was sexy! I never knew I could be sexy. My fingers traced the outline of my own breasts and I pulled my hair tie out and tousled my hair just a bit. Applying a deep shade of red lipstick I looked at myself. I looked like a true slut. I was so turned on!
I set up my camera and gave a few normal poses. Then I tried to do some sexy ones, pushed my boobs together and leaned down just a bit, sat down, spread my legs and pushed my chest out as I looked up and finally, dropped one strap of the bra just to tease him a bit. Then I proceeded to send all the pictures to my uncle Jack. I couldn't wait to see his reaction.
But nothing came. He left the messages at seen.
I was so disappointed. Was I not sexy enough? Did I do something wrong? I waited for a long time and finally when I he went offline, I cried myself to sleep.
***
Uncle Jack went MIA for quite a few days. I later learnt from my dad he went to the suburbs for some work. For the first two days, I vowed not to speak to him but by the third day I was distraught. I constantly sent him messages and even a few shot on myself in some lingerie. He replied that night with just a link.
