Niece Visits And Takes Control

It's not easy explaining to your wife that you've just licked our niece to a climax in the garden. Luckily Izzy made sure I didn't have to. But then my wife was in no position to complain by that point either.

Izzy had messaged the week before. She has been offered a job at a marketing firm in the city but hadn't been able to find a fiat to rent. Could she come and stay with us for a while?

I didn't think twice. She was the same age as my daughter, just out of college, and it's hard getting a start in life. My daughter had always been close to her cousin and they often visited eachother for weekends over the holidays. Izzy had stayed with us many times before but never since she was an adult or without Ava being there.

"Yes of course. You are always welcome here. Stay as long as you need." I messaged back.

"You are the best Unc. Thank you. See you Saturday, around lunchtime ok?" Izzy responded in double quick time. How do these youngsters type so quickly!

I told my wife, Jen. Not that she would mind. We were both fond of Izzy and anyone our Ava is close too is always welcome at ours.

Jen and I had been married for 25 years, when she was 8 months pregnant with Ava (not planned!). I won't pretend every one of those 25 years was truly a happy marriage but we survived, hook or by crook. Mainly, if I'm honest, because although the flame may have gone, the lingering familiarity, affection and need to cohabit for financial reasons were the biggest factors in its "success". We rarely have sex and when we do it's rarely memorable, more often fractious and tetchy. But when visitors came it gave us both light relief and a distraction from the empty nest and the bickering that comes from knowing eachother inside out, especially the flaws. So we both looked forward to Izzy's brief visit.

Jen met her at the station on the Saturday and brought her home, while I prepared lunch. Izzy is a vegetarian, or at least was the last time she visited, so I prepared an avocado salad and a tomato soup. It was a lovely warm spring day so I set the table in the garden, and pushing the boat out for a lunchtime, put a bottle of Chenin Blanc in the fridge to toast Izzy's new job. I really wanted to make her feel welcome and at home.

When she walked into the house I was not prepared for the sight before me. Izzy, the slightly shy and spotty teenager I had known just a couple of years before had blossomed into a confident, elegant and, dare I say this about my own niece but, seriously fit young woman! She was the perfect embodiment of Spring. A short summer dress hugged her body to perfection, ending just a couple of inches south of her bum, leaving her long, tanned and athletic legs to take one's breath away. And that was all before you saw her strawberry blond hair loosely tied up on her head, with a smile on her face that was sunlight itself. Fuck Izzy had grown into one hell of a young woman I thought. As she opened her arms to give her Unc a hug I inhaled the wondrous scent of a wild flower meadow.

"Hello Uncle Jay. How are is my favourite Unc? You're looking well." Izzy said as she embraced me tight.

Feeling a little uncomfortable in the embrace I motioned to separate and held her hands so I could take a good look at the vision before me.

"And you Izzy have turned into an amazing young woman. It is so good to see you." I smiled, mirroring her dazzling and warm smile the best I could.

"Come on. Let me show you your room. You can freshen up from your train journey while I'm finishing lunch. We are eating in the garden in about 20 minutes if that's ok?"

"Are you saying I need to freshen up? Do I smell bad?"

I knew she was just teasing me, but nonetheless the retort threw me off centre and I struggled to find a suitable response. Instead I stammered, "no, no, of of course not. You smell wonderful. I just meant.."

Luckily Izzy smiled at me and said "you're too easy! I can still mess with your head even after all these years! Ha ha and I forgotten how you blush so much too!"

It was true. The slightest embarrassment and my cheeks would redden like a naughty child. I was becoming smitten with my niece and think she knew it.

"How long are you staying exactly?" I teased back.

"You know you could never turn your favourite niece away, let's not pretend!" She squashed me with her reply once more, this time not waiting to watch my cheek colour deepen even more.

As she turned and went into her room my eyes followed her closely, noticing the back of her legs, the small, tight bum that moved so delightfully as she walked away, her tanned back, with the shoestring straps, revealing no tan lines to be seen. As my mind wandered more about that, realised Izzy had caught me out once more, seeing my reflection in the mirror ahead of her. Holding my gaze for a second she then turned slowly and, held my gaze once more, and with a very demure smile, closed the door in front of me.

Shit! What was I thinking? I wasn't thinking. I was just lusting.

Heading back to kitchen I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. It was my sister, Izzy's mum. A WhatsApp message.

"Is she there ok? Can you tell her to message me please?"

"Yes she's fine. Just getting settled in her room before lunch" I replied.

"You will watch out for her won't you? She's been making some very bad life choices recently. I worry about her."

"Of course sis. Don't worry. She seems like a very grown up and confident young woman. She'll be fine."

"I know. But still. She can be very wilful and not think through the consequences. Believe me!"

"Ha ha I will look out for her. I got this. Tell me more when you visit next week though. I'm intrigued!"

At that my sister signed off. She was always a bit of a meddler but she loved her kids.

But what to do with a problem called Izzy I pondered. This stay could prove very tricky. Then things just got trickier.

"Shit, Jay. Work just called and they need me to come in tonight to cover for Sarah. She's sick again apparently. Fucking hell! That Sarah is a waste of space I'm telling you." Jen was furious.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, more vociferously than I might usually. The one thing I could trust is that I wouldn't overstep the line with my niece while my wife was around. And now she was going to be out for the rest of the day and evening.

"So when will you be back? Do you need me to pick you up?" I enquired, trying to be helpful, but mostly hoping my time alone with Izzy would be minimal.

"It's ok. Alan will drop me home after, he aways does when I'm going to be travelling in the dark." Jen couldn't drive which is odd for someone who works in a traffic control room I guess.

"Ah ok. What should I do with Izzy? Not sure how to keep a youngster entertained in a new city. Any ideas?" I was hoping for some good ideas that might distract from my lusting!

"She will almost certainly just want to settle in. Just let her rest, it's a lovely sunny day. By the look of her legs she's not averse to lounging in the sun to top up her tan." Jen quipped with a kind natured intent.

"I just feel a bit of spare part and awkward. But I guess. I can get on with a bit gardening I suppose while she sunbathes." I was already seeing the danger in this scenario but like a moth to the flame my course was set.

I decided however that keeping busy was by far the best option. Starting with lunch. I had it served on the garden patio in less than 10 minutes. I wanted to make sure Jen could join us before she had to head out to work.

Izzy arrived at the table having already had a change of clothes. She was barefoot, in a white loose crop top and a serong. Bold greens, blacks and blues of the cotton serong print design were eye-catching, and drew my attention to her clearly visible navel, pierced with a silver bar, and her tanned, toned, but still slightly soft, tummy. What a dream of a tummy I thought, imaging all the delights I would happily lick from her midriff.

This train of thought didn't bode well at all. Did Izzy know what she was doing to me? She may be young but surely she knew the effect she had on men, no matter their age. Is this what my sister meant by "bad choices"?

I realised that this couldn't be an inadvertent messing with my brain. She knew she was making me uncomfortable and she loved it. The smile and look she just gave me while supposedly listening intently to my wife explain her job, in detail, setting signs and signals on the motorway, told me that in no uncertain terms. No woman had smiled at me like this since that time I ended up having a one night affair with an ex-girlfriend about 10 years ago. I was wise to the warning signs this time, and knew from the heartache this caused last time, what the repercussions of another act of treachery would mean for my marriage.

But, being frank with both myself and you, my biggest worry right now wasn't my marriage. It was a worry more driven by the lust inside my pants, in tension with the repercussions of judging this wrong and being exposed as an old pervert who tried it on with his niece. That revelation being made public would break me and any ties I had left to my family. So I needed to be sure. Was Izzy just enjoying fucking with my mind, enjoying watching me squirm with desire for her. Or was she actually giving me the come-on for real? I know, from bitter experiences, both embarrassing rebuttals and missed opportunities alike, that I was no good at this. Please, I begged any God that was willing to listen to the lustings of a middle aged man, please give me a sign!

And some God answered fairly quickly.

As Jen rose from her seat and apologised once more to Izzy for having to leave her in my hands for the rest of the day, Izzy made her intentions clear.

"No problem Auntie. But you should probably worry more about Uncle being left in my hands!" She laughed robustly to emphasise the joke and my wife joined in, not suspecting the truth that lay behind the comment. Because as she laughed her leg had stretched under the table and her toes were reaching out to tease my cock!

Flustered, I quickly stood up, clearly blushing and followed Jen as she walked back into the house. Izzy laughed at the effect her handiwork had had on me. "I'll just say goodbye to my wife." I said over-loudly, hoping to remind Izzy and maybe myself, of my situation.

"Please. I can't spend a day with Izzy. What will we talk about? I'm no good at this. Maybe you should advise her to go out for the day?" I whispered urgently to Jen.

"You are a worrier! You'll be fine. She's young, not an alien. Same age as your daughter. You can talk to her can't you?"

"She doesn't stroke my cock under the garden table!" I wanted to reply, but obviously couldn't.

"I know. Sorry. I'll just keep busy and ignore her."

"Ignore her? She's your niece! Jeez, Jay. Don't be ridiculous. Just talk to her, she starts a new job tomorrow. She's probably stressed and nervous about that. Help her out, help her relax. Give her the wisdom of your experience. Just don't be a dick and ignore her." Jen scolded me.

"Ok ok I'll talk to her." I sounded like a chastened teenager now. And felt like a horny and frustrated one.

My biggest worry was what to do next. As my wife left for work I was lost in a no man's land, I daren't go back to the garden because what would I say? And I daren't not go back because how would that look?

Catch 22. I momentarily tried to remember how that story resolved itself before shaking my head as I realised I was chasing red herrings. "Get a grip Jay" I implored to myself out loud, trying to muster up courage.

"Get a grip of what Uncle?" Izzy enquired suggestively, having crept up on me in the kitchen and surprising me.

"Oh err, just get grip generally. The dishes. I need to do them." I was flustered once again, my cheeks glowing bright red, and stammering like a thief caught red handed.

"Sorry Uncle. Did I take you be surprise back there? I didn't mean to unsettle you, I was just having fun."

Fuck what kind of ambiguous verbal trap was this! Damn she could fuck with my mind so easily and she knew it.

"That wasn't appropriate Izzy. You know that. That must not happen again." I tried to sound authoritative, to be the responsible adult. I looked directly at her, holding her gaze.

"Sorry Uncle Jay. I didn't think it would do any harm. I just wanted to relax before my new job on Monday. Thought it would be fun. Didn't you like it?"

"It isn't a matter of whether I liked it. It was wrong. You are my niece. I have promised your mum to look out for you."

"You didn't say you didn't like it." She replied with a lingering look.

"Izzy!" I was close to raising my voice in frustration now.

"Yea ok Uncle. I get it. Fun isn't allowed."

"Thank you. Now let's not say anything else about it please!"

"But I would just say that I am a grown up. I'm 21. I can make choices for myself and I don't need mum or you making decisions for me."

Izzy sounded generally hurt now. I had spoken to her like she was still a teenager and that was unfair. I felt guilty now. I had upset her and that's the last thing I wanted.

"Look Izzy, sorry you're right. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. But please understand my situation. You are a very attractive young woman, and I think you know that. But you are also my sister's daughter. I am also married. It is all kinds of wrong for you to touch me in this way. You must see that."

"I know. But I wasn't suggesting we get married and have kids. Just to mess around a little. I'm not about to tell anyone. It could be just our secret."

"Izzy please. You know if the world were different, but it isn't."

Fuck. As soon as I said it I realised my error. In my effort to make her feel better I had admitted that I was attracted to her. Ok we both knew that anyway, but saying out loud definitely changed things. And Izzy knew it too.

"Uncle. You're attracted to me. That's ok. That's not wrong. And I'm attracted to you too. I've always had a soft spot for you. Can't we just have a bit of fun. No one else need know. Just between us?"

Izzy started to edge towards me now, her green eyes staring into mine as she closed in.

"No Izzy. Please don't. Stop."

I was begging now. This was another admission that Izzy didn't fail to see and grasp.

"I can't stop. And I know you don't really want me too either."

"Izzy you are testing my patience. I'm off into the garden, I have work to do. I'm repairing the shed, trying to sort out the leaks and stop it falling down. Feel free to make yourself at home, relax. But please stop this talk of us messing around. It can't happen and it isn't going to happen."

And on that note take myself to the shed and start work. For the next couple of hours Izzy almost goes out of my head. I'm focused on the repairs and the heat of such a sunny day. It is only when I climb up on to the shed roof to start repairing the felting that I can see over the hydrangea bush and notice Izzy laid out on the sun lounger, her serong spread open to expose her legs fully to the sun, revealing her white cotton briefs. Luckily she was facei g away from me so I could enjoy the view without a risk of being caught. My gaze lingered for too long, but my dick wasn't disappointed, growing hard in double quick time. Was I a peeping Tom now?

I snap out of my voyeurism and get back to the shed roof. Before too long I was finished, packed away my tools and headed upstairs to shower and change clothes. As I passed Izzy's room however I noticed the door was half open and I could see that she had left her summer dress in a heap the floor. I stopped and was about to launch on an internal monologue about the slovenly ways of young people when I also noticed a pair of pink cotton panties on the top of the dress cast onto the floor. I couldn't, could I?

Before you judge me, what man would pass up the opportunity to take a smell of a pair of panties recently worn by a hot 21 year old if the opportunity presented itself. Even a saint would be tempted, and I was no saint.

So creeping quickly into the room I picked up the panties and brought them straight up to my nose. I inhaled deeply, and the gems of scent that spread to my nostrils of nice ignited a flame in my shorts. I wanted to see Izzy sunbathe as I sniffed her panties so headed to her bedroom window only to see that the lounger was now empty! Shit where was she? I dropped the panties back down on the dress and dashed out of the room in the nick of time. A second later and Izzy, on her way upstairs now, would have seen me coming out of her room.

"Oh Uncle. Great you're here. I need some suncream on my back please, would you mind?"

"Err, of course." Of course, how could I say even if the dangers were obvious.

"I'm just going to put on my bikini. It's getting so hot out there. You should join me. Wait there, I'll be one minute tops." And at that she skips into her room to change. I stand outside her door feeling a little bemused and unsure what I'm doing. I contemplate getting on with my shower but just as I'm decided her door opens And out Izzy comes in a black bikini that leaves very little to the imagination. She holds her hand out to me to offer me the suncream but it takes a while for me respond as I'm transfixed by the sight of this body in front of me.

"I thought spreading the suncream with your hands not you eyes might be the best way uncle." Izzy teased with delight at the effect her bikini was having on me.

"Shit sorry. Lost in thought." I replied trying to skip over my inappropriate day dream. "Turn around then."

Izzy does so, and I take a generous dab of suncream in my hand and rub it to warm it up a little before applying it liberally to her back. I start at the shoulders and neck, taking in the backs of her upper arms, her upper back and the concave lower back right down to where the bikini bottoms made a pretence of hiding her divine round ass. I was sorely tempted to carry on lower to the bum cheeks, much of which would be exposed to the sun too but managed to hold myself back. My application of the suncream had more or less turned into an impromptu back massage as it was, such was my enthusiasm for ensuring I didn't miss a single spot on her back and rubbed in all the cream diligently. I couldn't risk going any lower though.

"Thank you uncle. I didn't think you were going to stop at my back for a second then!" Izzy teased me once more, recognising my desire to rub cream into her ass cheeks. "Sure you won't join me?"

"No I'm going to take a shower and get changed."

"Oh one sec." She skips back into her room and returns with a small pile of laundry. "Can you put these in the laundry basket for me? I don't want to disturb you in the shower." I take the clothes from her and my hand can feel the warmth that is still radiating from the pair of white cottons briefs she removed just a minute ago. Oh my god I thought. Fresh from the source! My dick twisted no time in signalling its approval either.

"Err ok. Yes of course." I was stammering a little again, it always happens when I'm flustered.

"Thank you. But I do have an idea though. Why don't you have fun with those panties thinking of me while I'm soaking up the sunshine outside? If I knew you were touching yourself thinking about me I might start doing the same thinking about you." She said this stepping closer to me, erasing the personal space between us, and bringing her body up close, but not quite touching mine, her face directly in front of mine. I was sweating now and didn't know where to look. I wanted to grab her now and kiss her, take her passionately. But I couldn't.

"Izzy please don't. That's still wrong. And I'm not interested. You're too young for me. I'm too old for you. And you're my niece."

It was then that Izzy made her strongest play yet. Grabbing my rock hard cock through my shorts she "That is not what all of you thinks!" And at this point she kisses my cheek and walks downstairs, knowing my eyes were glued to her backside as did.