Mary Jane was a good catholic schoolgirl in her last year of school. She worked hard and got decent grades. Time had come for her to choose a college and her parents were concerned about letting her go away on her own. As she researched which schools offered the subjects that interested her it became apparent that she couldn't attend a college near home, but she would have to go to the other end of the country to get her degree.
As luck would have it, there was a catholic university in the town where her Uncle Mick lived and her parents agreed to let her fly out to see Uncle Mick to see for herself if it suited her needs. Mary Jane hadn't seen Uncle Mick for three years since he was transferred to a new office. She just knew that his marriage hadn't survived the move and her cousins had moved back with their mom so he lived alone in a big house. Her parents thought it would be wonderful for Mary Jane to stay with Mick since her father's twin brother would be the next best thing to staying at home.
It was the first time in her 18 years that she went away on her own and she was terribly excited. She was going to stay with Uncle Mick for a whole week and she had several appointments with guidance counsellors and tutors at the college. Uncle Mick had even told her dad that he had a spare car that Mary Jane could drive. As she scanned the crowd of people who were at the airport to meet friends and family, she nearly didn't see Uncle Mick. The last time she'd seen him he'd looked a lot like her dad, greying hair, beer belly and no fashion sense at all. The man in front of her was trim, his hair was dark and his clothes were the latest fashion. She knew that he was 52 like her dad, but he didn't look a day over 40.
"Is that really you Mary Jane?" he smiled at her.
"Yes, it's me!"
"I hardly recognised you. The last time I saw you you were a child, but now you're a woman."
Mary Jane blushed at the comment. She'd been a late bloomer, but now she had a round ass and full and firm breasts that complemented her 5'6" frame very well. Her C-cups embarrassed her, but with the tight fitting tops all the girls were wearing these days there was no way of hiding her size. She could see that Uncle Mick had noticed her assets as well, but he soon focused his attention on her suitcase and guided her out of the airport.
As she watched him walk, she felt an unfamiliar surge in her stomach. Uncle Mick was such a handsome man. He was easily the best-looking man here in the airport building and she was proud to be walking next to him. They got into the car and drove to his house.
"Would you like to have a shower and freshen up a little before we go out for dinner?" Uncle Mick asked her.
"We're going out?" she asked surprised.
"I thought we should celebrate that you've come to visit me," he smiled at her. "And then we'll have to make plans for what to do tomorrow since it's Sunday and you don't have any meetings to go to until Monday. Do you want me to drive you to the campus so that you can familiarise yourself with it tomorrow?"
Mary Jane hadn't thought that far ahead.
"Let's see tomorrow," she said and headed off towards the bathroom. The bathroom was big and had mirrors on all walls. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. At home they only had a tiny eye-level mirror in each bathroom so she never saw herself naked. Here she couldn't avoid it. She stripped and looked at the young woman in the reflection. Was that really her? Her long brown hair fell to her breasts that stood proudly from her chest, each with a dark nipple as its crowning glory. She inspected her thin waist, her flat stomach and the dark triangle that hid her most private parts. Her thighs were soft and round and her ass completed the feminine picture. She wondered what Uncle Mick would say if he saw her like this.
Where had that thought come from? He was more than twice her age. But for the first time in her life Mary Jane was experiencing feelings of desire. Her hand moved towards the burning feeling between her thighs and as her finger slipped in she was surprised to notice that she was dripping wet. Was this what all her girlfriends had been talking about? Was this what they meant when they said that they were wet for a boy?
She showered and returned to her bedroom. Her best friend had told her to pack a nice party dress in case she was invited to an evening do at the college. She'd borrowed a little black number from her friend because she didn't possess any revealing outfits of her own. She put on a black bra and the g-strings that the same friend had leant her. The dress didn't hide anything and had she been at home she would've pulled it off again, but she wanted Uncle Mick to see her in this.
Mick was having a beer in the kitchen as he waited for his niece to come downstairs. She had turned into such a beautiful young thing. He could see that she was taking after her mother. Since his divorce he'd shaped up and started dating women that were considerably younger than him and more liberated in bed than his wife had been, but he'd never been with a woman as young as Mary Jane and it disturbed him a bit that he found her so fascinating. Never mind, he thought, she'd be wearing demure schoolgirl outfits all week so it shouldn't be too difficult to keep his cock in his pants. He heard a sound at the door and turned around. WOW! Who was that vixen in the black dress? Was that the shy little girl that his brother had brought up? Her cleavage left nothing to the imagination, apart from how those young tits would feel in his hands and mouth, and the ass on that girl… He was lost for words. He took a deep breath and put on his uncle-face.
"Ready to go, sweetheart?" he asked and sounded much more relaxed than he felt.
He took her to a wonderful restaurant. Mary Jane was utterly excited by everything, and for the first time in her life she experienced what it was like to have every man in the room looking at her and wanting her. Every man except Uncle Mick. He looked so handsome in his suit and tie and she wanted him to notice her so badly, but he hardly looked at her. He looked at every woman in the restaurant except Mary Jane. She was so frustrated. Her sexual awakening was coming late, but it had hit her at full force and the object of her attraction was ignoring her.
When they came home Mary Jane was close to tears.
"Uncle Mick?" she asked tentatively.
"Yes, honey."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, I don't at the moment."
"But you do like girls, right?"
"Yes, sweetheart. I'm not gay."
"Why don't you like me?"
Mick was flabbergasted. Where had that come from? "I do like you. I love you! You're my favourite niece."
"I don't mean as your niece. I mean as a woman."
He looked at her, trying to figure out what she was talking about.
"Well, every man in that restaurant looked at me."
He knew. He'd wanted to kill every one of them.
"But you looked at every single woman except me," Mary Jane continued. "What's wrong with me? Is this dress too revealing?"
"Sweetheart. There's nothing wrong with you. Quite the opposite. You're perfect in every way. That's why I had to look away. I'm young uncle. I'm much older than you. I shouldn't have these thoughts about you."
"What thoughts, Uncle Mick?" Mary Jane pressed him.
"Thoughts that I should only have for a woman that I'm intending to take to bed."
"Don't you want to take me to bed?"
"I do. That's the problem."
"I don't think it's a problem." Mary Jane may have been inexperienced, but she knew enough about sex and men from her romance novels to know that they could be seduced. She acted on instinct and slowly slipped her black dress of her body, her uncle's eyes following every move as she revealed the black lace and pale skin underneath.
"Mary Jane," Uncle Mick's breathing was laboured. "Please. You should go to your bedroom now."
"Will you come with me?"
"No, I can't. It's wrong."
"What's wrong? I love you. You love me. Please show me how to love. I've never wanted this until today, but now my whole body is aching for you."
"Are you a virgin?"
"Yes."
"That's another problem. Not only am I your uncle, you're a virgin. You should save yourself for someone who's more suitable."