Samantha had grown up so much since I'd seen her five years ago. The lanky, 5'2, farm girl with bright blue eyes, and short blonde hair looked like a completely different person that from who I met for the first time when she was only in middle school. But, going through highschool and puberty will change a girl, especially today. My niece was now filled out, 5'9, and had her hair grown past her ass. She had just graduated in May and had been her small school's star female track athlete. She wasn't a curvy bombshell, but she had grown into having 38c cup tits and a cute, round and very toned ass. She was lean and built for long, hard sprints that had gotten her a full ride for college. And the university just happened to be 15 minutes from my place.
My niece and sister both told me they'd compensate me for her stay during the four years, but I told them as long as she didn't get into trouble that I didn't need anything from anyone. She was a very nice, respectable young lady who spoke softly and with a slight, southern twang she tried to hide. It was pretty cute and fit her well, but I think she didn't want to stick out as a corn cob at her college.
"Well, I'll let you get setup. I left the wifi password on your nightstand. If you need anything, I'm heading to the store in a bit," I said as I placed her bags on her bed.
"I should be okay, Uncle Hank. I'm going to go over some of my professor's pre-course instructions and probably take a shower." Time seemed to stop for a moment as the sun came in through the window just right, illuminating every feature of her face and setting the sapphires in her eyes ablaze with radiance. Her long, flowing blonde hair came around over her shoulder and accentuated the delicate contours of her profile. It must've been my relative unfamiliarity with my niece that made her a beautiful specimen in this moment. In my mind, I knew she was my niece, but my body registered her as the perfect candidate to sink my cock into and empty a humongous load of genetic material. Genetic sexual attraction, I think they called it. I could've sworn I heard about it on an episode of Dr. Phil. It was in this moment that a deep, crude downward spiral would begin. I had never been the kind of guy who got hooked on things like gambling or drinking, but there were occasionally certain women I encountered that managed to fit themselves into some sort of algorithm my mind constantly kept running. And now, the algorithm was filtering out everything that didn't involve her.
The next few weeks were sparsely consequential, with her dedicating most of her time to schoolwork and reading young adult fiction that I would try to use to get closer to her. I paid just enough attention to make myself come across as sincerely attentive, but in actuality, I was only ever a few degrees away from imagining myself plowing my niece for all she was worth. I think at some point my mind began reading into every little detail of the interactions we'd have, searching for some sign of attraction or coyness on her part, but I couldn't find anything. And with her being my niece, I could not do anything to arouse any amount of suspicion.
My needs, however, got the best of me one night while I was in my room having a few beers. I was casually browsing the web when I got the idea to search for miniature spy cameras. I added four of them to my cart and anxiously waited the six days for them to arrive. When they came, I waited for Samantha to leave for class one afternoon when I was off before getting to work. I placed one inside the shower head, one inside the electrical outlet in the bathroom, a small one in the smoke detector in her bedroom and the last in an electrical outlet that faced the foot of her bed. I had them all online and set to record within the hour and suffered as I awaited for Samantha to come home.
Samantha was extremely routine oriented, and always took a shower after she got home. I was finishing eating dinner as she arrived home and almost sprinted to my fridge to grab a beer to drink as I sat in my bed upstairs, practically feet away from where her nude body would be. I locked my bedroom door and got onto my laptop, opening the feed across the four cameras. I observed as Samantha walked into her bedroom and sat her bookbag down. She was wearing a crop top and shorts that hung below her ass cheeks by only an inch or so. I could feel my cock springing to life in my pants as she took the scrunchy out of her hair, letting it fall. She went into her dresser and retrieved her night clothes, which was just a soft, plain white top and short bottoms that tried their best to appear modest on a woman whose ass was adorably toned and heart-shaped. She left her bedroom and made her way to the shower, locking the door behind her. At this point, I quickly removed my jeans and threw them across the room as my eyes gouged the screen, fervently waiting for my niece to disrobe. She started with her shirt, lifting it above her head which revealed a perfectly toned abdomen and delightfully supple breasts that yet still sought cover under her black bra.
