"I guess you know why I called you to my office, Tara."
Standing in front of Dean Wilson's desk your fingers play with the hem of your much too short school uniform skirt. Your blouse so tight against your obviously bra less tits, that every breath causes them to jiggle.
"No sir, Dean Wilson. What have I done wrong?"
He drops his hands to his desk and says "look at the way you're dressed Tara. Do you really think it is appropriate for school? Look in the mirror behind you."
You turn to look in the mirror fast enough so that your skirt twirls around you exposing the very tops of your thighs, just below your panties.
"What's wrong with the way I'm dressed? I think I look hot."
"Tara! School is not the place to look hot. You're here to learn young lady. You're distracting my students, and that needs to stop."
"What do you mean distracting your students? I'm not doing anything wrong."
Looking at Dean Wilson behind his desk you know he's been watching you. Deciding to tease him some more you put your index finger in your mouth and close your lips around it. Sliding it in and out, between your full lips.
His eyes are fixated on your finger, imagining that it's his cock and not your finger you're sucking on.
"Tara, I decided to call your parents to come down to the office, but since they are out of town I got in touch with your Uncle Tom, and he should be here any minute, so just have a seat in that chair until he arrives."
"Oh goody!! I like Uncle Tom."
You sit in the chair opposite his desk, making sure to cross your legs in a way that gives him a very nice view of your legs, and if he wanted to look and even nicer view of those sexy boy shorts panties you're wearing.
After about five minutes of him trying not to look where he kept looking anyway, there is a knock on the door. Dean Wilson just looks at the door for a minute, like he can't get up, but you know why he can't get up right away. He's got a hard on from your teasing.
Thinking that if he moves fast enough you want notice the tent in his pants he jumps up and almost runs to the door letting me in.
Without even shaking my hand he turns away as I enter the office and almost trips trying to get behind his desk.
"UNCLE Tom!! I have missed you so much."
You throw your arms around me pressing your tits into my chest. Hugging you closer my hand slides over your ass as my hands run up and down you.
"It's great to see you too Tara. I have looking forward to you're staying with me this weekend. Now what did you do to get in trouble young girl?"
"Nothing Uncle Tom. I swear. Dean Wilson does not like the way I dress for school."
Standing back I look at you, dragging my eyes from your shiny black shoes, to your knee high socks, up those sexy legs, pausing at the hem of your skirt, before continuing along to your large tits behind that very thin white top, before finding my way to those full dick sucking lips of yours.
"What seems to be the problem with the way Tara's dressed, Dean Wilson? I think she looks very hot myself."
"Sir!! Your niece is not supposed to look hot at school. She is here to learn."
I sit down in the chair you were sitting in earlier across from his desk.
"OK Mr. Wilson, let's see if we can work out what the problem is here."
You look at the chair on the other side of me and decide my lap would be a better seat. Moving in front of me you straddle my legs and sit back on my lap facing Dean Wilson.
"I think I know the real problem Uncle Tom. Dean Wilson can't deal with the fact that he gets a hard on when he looks at me. He even has one right now. That's why he can't stand up."
"Is that true Dean Wilson? Does my 18 year old niece give you a hard on?"
"Oh yeah Uncle Tom. When he went to let you in the door he almost tripped trying to run behind his desk before you could see the tent in his pants."
You smile at him as you sit in my lap. Your ass wiggling around on me, trying to make sure my hard on is hitting you in the right spot.
"Mr. Wilson! Do you think that being turned on by 18 year old girls is an appropriate response for someone in your position?"
Sliding my hands up your side to cup your tits through your blouse, I squeeze them and let my hands play with them while looking straight at Dean Wilson. Slowly I reach up and undo the buttons exposing more and more of those beautiful tits.
"Are you telling me that you're turned on by my nieces big tits? That you see them and wish you could play with them like I am right now? That you are dying to know if they feel as good as they look?"
"Sir, you have to stop this right now! Tara is your niece."
"That's OK Dean Wilson, I like when Uncle Tom plays with my tits. It feels so good when he starts to pull on my nipples. It's even better when he's fucking me in the ass and they are jumping around."
You pull your skirt up and show him your panties, and how wet they are. Your fingers pulling them aside and giving him a great view of your shaved pussy. Your finger sliding between your pussy lips, before you bring your finger to your mouth and suck your juices off.
"MMMMM. Tell me you don't want any of this Dean Wilson. I see how you look at me, and I'm offering what you have only dreamed about, until now."
"Tara, this is wrong." He croaks.
