I had been waiting nervously for her for about an hour, with my heart pounding in my chest and my mouth dust dry. I wondered when it came to the crunch whether I would be able to get the words out that I had longed to say to her for so long. Rachel was my step-niece and to her I had always been 'Uncle'. I had known her since she was small and had always had a special affection for her. She had always been a gorgeous creature, fine boned and slim with a naturally smooth skin and a lovely mane of soft auburn hair, which she had always kept long. And now, unbelievably, she had reached the age of eighteen and was on the threshold of a university career.
Rachel had decided to spend a few days with us before going off to university. I was utterly thrilled to have a chance to be close to her for this precious time and now, with my wife away for the day visiting a friend, I was about to seize a golden opportunity to tell Rachel just how much she really meant to me. The truth I finally came to admit to myself was that I was utterly, hopelessly in love with her.
My feelings had started to change on a recent family holiday. We were sharing a holiday cottage and my wife and I and Rachel's family moved around the house quite casually dressed at times. One particular morning Rachel appeared dressed only in a short cotton nightie and was rummaging in the open kitchen area for some cereal for breakfast. I was dressed only in pyjama trousers and suddenly felt awkward in her presence. She looked adorable, with slightly tousled hair and her firm breasts pushed against the fabric of her nightie. I realised with horror that I had suddenly developed an immense hard-on and so, mumbling an excuse, I retreated to the bathroom, dived in to the shower cubicle and wanked myself to an explosive climax.
That was it -- I was totally hooked on this lovely girl and I could never see her in any way other than being totally desirable. I knew at the time that it was wrong -- but then I reasoned that I wasn't actually a blood relative. After this I took photos of her whenever I could, without arousing suspicion, and I became more and more sick with desire for her. Her photos in fact became a constant source of stimulation as, time after time, I brought myself off looking at her image. I became obsessed with her soft, lovely hair and ached for glimpses of her underwear -- she often displayed a tantalising glimpse of her black bra strap and I wondered just how much that choice of colour revealed her own sexual awakenings.
And now was to come the test. Would I dare reveal to Rachel how I felt about her? Suddenly there was a sound in the corridor and then the door to the sitting room opened. The tall, slim figure of Rachel was framed in the doorway.
'Hi, Uncle,', she chimed, 'I changed in to my green summer dress as you asked. Sorry I took so long, but you know what girls are like. I wanted to make sure my hair and make-up were OK.' She smiled, and I nearly melted. 'God, you are so beautiful', I thought to myself.
Not quite knowing how she would react, I had asked her earlier if she happened to have the dress with her that she had worn earlier in the year to a family wedding. This was the sweet little green floral dress that had so badly concealed her black bra straps and I had masturbated innumerable times to photos of her in this dress. My excuse for asking was that I would love to see her again 'dressed up' before she reverted to her preferred student jeans and t-shirt.
I noticed that she was holding a grey satin dress and with a little flutter of recognition realised that this was the dress she had worn for her school leaving 'prom'.
'I brought this dress down too, Uncle', she said, 'I thought you might like to see me in this.'
'Please don't call me Uncle any more,' my voice cracked as I spoke, 'please think of me as John.'
