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Lucy, My Niece

The bedroom door creaked open. Lucy, my 16 year-old niece, stood there in her school uniform. Her white cotton blouse, normally fastened primly to the neck, was now open showing the uplift of her pert breasts which had grown nicely since I'd last seen her to a nice tight stretch across her chest. Her short grey skirt was cut well above her knee showing a nice expanse of long teenage leg. 'I thought you'd like some coffee Steve.' she said smiling and showing me the tray she carried. She often used my first name. 'Well thanks Lucy. That's very thoughtful of you. Put it down here.' I said indicating the bedside table. She bent down to lower the tray showing more of her creamy white breasts. I tried not to look, honestly I did. But I didn't try too hard as she sat on the bed beside me. She has been growing exceptionally well of late and is turning into a little stunner. 'Mum said you'd probably sl**p in. Your flight was late wasn't it?' 'Yes it was. I could stay in bed all day. Aren't you supposed to be at school?' 'Revision day. I'm meant to be studying for my exams next month. And anyway I wanted to see you this morning.' 'Supposed to be studying?' I queried. 'Its boring. I thought you might like to help me if you don't mind?' 'Of course I'll help you.' Before I could say anything more she jumped up. Her skirt bounced as she skipped out of the door showing a brief flash of her bottom cheeks clad in white cotton knickers. I suppressed a groan. She certainly was a lovely, lively ...

... teenager and I couldn't help my body reacting to her youthful beauty. 'I'll get my books and bring them here then you won't have to get out of bed!' she called. I sipped my coffee while contemplating the pleasure the day would bring. I had nothing planned after long trip abroad and now I was to spend the time relaxing in the company of a beautiful, intelligent young girl. OK, so Lucy is my niece, but that didn't cause me a problem. You can look at the menu can't you? A few minutes later she came back with a small pile of text books and a note pad. She sat down on the bed, her two slim legs pressed together. She smiled her big-eyed smile and I thought again how many men would be putty in her hands when she was just a little older. 'OK, so what are we studying?' I asked pulling myself up in the bed. I was glad I wore shorts in bed when I was at my s****rs house. 'Oh well I've got a few things to do: some English, but that's an essay. I'm doing French this evening with Mum. Maths is easy and I've already done History. 'Well what do you think is your weakest subject?' I asked. 'Oh, Science definitely. I hate Science and the teacher is a real perv. Even Mum says he is!' 'Oh really. Why do you call him a perv? And where is your mum by the way?' 'She's out at one of her meetings. They're organising some show or other down at the village hall. She'll be gone ages. They drink tea and talk and talk like anything. And he's a perv because he looks up my skirt!' She giggled and went a bit ...