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Please note that these stories, are fantasy only and are not intended to urge any activity in the real world resembling what goes on in these pages. The story starts a bit slow, but I want to keep the various elements separate before getting in to the complicated scenes. Here goes:
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My name is Bob, but my niece calls me Unca B, and so does her friend Pru across the street. That's all I have been called by them for eight years. It started when my niece Gwen came to live with me at age 12 after her parents died in a car wreck, and she met Pru from across the street almost right away.
Pru visited often, and Gwen needed a friendly soul when she arrived still grieving from her loss. They looked like an odd pair from the start, because Gwen is a sort of short blond cheerleader type with a fairly well developed figure. Chestnut haired Pru was always taller, angular, awkward, and thin. She also dressed in sort of Mother Hubbard shapeless dresses, wore glasses and had seemingly never cut her wavy hair.
Saturday mornings, Pru would go out with her mother to distribute religious tracts at street corners, while Gwen would go to the mall to hang with other friends. Somehow at the end of day the two girls, now young women would arrive in my yard, to sit in the double swing under the big tree and talk with me.
My work as a movie set designer often had me there, thinking about various problems in the peace and quiet of my leafy back yard. I also welcomed the visits from the two because it almost always gave me the chance to ogle Gwen and Pru as they came down the garden path to the swing. The swing being on the eastern edge of the property, gave the setting sun a chance to outline their bodies as they approached.
They were an interesting pair to watch, Gwen with her preference for being on the leading edge of modern, usually had a midriff baring top that was a bit short of hiding her well developed breasts. Her breasts, though not huge, were low on her chest and moved around charmingly when she walked downhill to the swing. I knew her bra size from reading it in the laundry room (35-C) and I knew what her pussy smelt like from occasionally smelling her soiled panties.
I would often inspect them, and knew that she had longish more straight than curly light blond pubic hair but noticed recently there seemed to be very few panties to wash and I wondered if she was going around wearing none in the heat of the summer. Today she had on a slightly below knee length brownish skirt. It went well with her loose, short, natural colored linen top. The skirt was low on her hips and showed the lower curve of her taut belly right at her hip bones.
When I asked her to pick up the files I had put on the floor of the swing, and put them up on the seat beside me I saw down the back of her skirt and became sure she had nothing covering her pussy. I gathered all the files, and moved them to one side so I could sit opposite Gwen and her intriguing skirt, while waving Pru on to the swing.
Backlit, Pru showed nothing like Gwen's figure through her thin yellow summer dress. She was long and lean with tiny little bumps for breasts and very long skinny legs. In fact I was pretty certain she was now over 6 feet tall, because she came to above my nose when we stood face to face. Her legs were set wide on her hips with a substantial gap showing at the top for the sun to shine through. Her panties were Industrial Size Large, white, and her bra was almost a belt. Today she wore sandals and her feet were long and bony, with straight, well formed, unpainted toes.
I kept my sunglasses on, aiming my head to the space between them where I could look at either without being detected as staring.
"What's up girls?"
My usual type of opening statement.
Gwen said, "Unca B, we need something really really bad. At least Pru does. And I want you to promise to say yes before we ask."
Pru was blushing and looking down and away across the lawn.
I took off my sunglasses, and replaced them with my regular ones while looking back and forth between them.
"This sounds pretty Life or Death, Gwen."
"Please, Unca B. And we gotta know before 6:PM."
"How many little problems does Pru have?"
They exchanged glances, and Gwen counted up on her fingers, obviously concentrating on various combinations.
"Three."
"It doesn't sound like something I would want to bind myself to, unless you were to give a similar binding promise, like -- if I say yes for Pru's three problem, you will say yes for my three problems with you?"
After 8 years of watching her develop and hiding my attraction to her sexy body, I thought it time for me to be a lot more open to expressing my attraction to what was there. I let my eyes slide down from her face to rest on her chest, roaming around the hills and vales of the loosely bound breasts. I noticed the bumps of her nipples start to rise, crisping as her face went a bit pink. But she met my gaze when it came back up.
"Unca B, it is sorta like this little thing we just, um, did now, but it's much worse for Pru at home. At least you are trustworthy and safe."
I thought for a bit, and looked at Pru.
"When was it that your parents decided to take you from school to do home schooling?"
"I was twelve."
