Unca B Teaches Ch. 01

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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."

"What was the reason, then?"

"The kids were making fun of me for being tall and skinny and ugly, and they were always calling me Prude, when it is really Prudence. And my parents did not want me to do Gym class, it was immodest according to them."

"Girls at that age can be cruel."

"Unca B, girls are cruel at all ages against people who stand out from the crowd."

"I suppose so, Gwen."

So I took a chance, thinking I knew all about what might be happening across the road: "All right girls, I will promise to say yes, as long as I don't have to do something illegal. And -- of course, if Gwen comes through on her side of the bargain."

Gwen said, "Yea! I told you he would. Go get your bag while I fill Unca B in."

As Pru hurried up the path, Gwen said to me, "You just agreed that Pru can move in and stay with us for a while."

"And you Gwen have just agreed to my rule number one. Whenever we are alone you will immediately give me a good look at what is covering your pussy, and if it is nothing, you open it so I can see it all. Now sit up straight, put your feet up on your seat at least six inches apart and hug your knees."

Gwen looked at me a long time as her face began to redden, then slowly drew her knees together and raised them towards her chest. I looked at her pink face as her heels reached the seat edge and she spread them a little on the seat. Then I lowered my eyes. At the bottom, between her slim thighs, peeked a furry patch of blond hair.

"Spread those feet wider, Gwen. And slide your bum to the edge of the seat."

As Gwen slid her thighs more open, I went to my knee before her gap.

"Now reach around and open up. Pull by those lovely blond hairs of yours."

I bent even more forward and began to sniff her crotch, smelling the aroma of aroused woman. I knew she wanted to show off her body.

"Gwen, we don't have much time here -- but do you want me to taste you?"

I could see the slick pink surfaces of her inner lips as they stood proud, and the rising bump of her clit, so I knew the truth even if she denied it.

"Y Yes," she moaned after a short delay.

I placed my tongue flat and wet on the taut skin below the base of her vulva and dragged it slowly all the way to the top, pausing to suck at the nub of her clit. Grasping both ankles I spread them really wide as I slid my tongue back down to the bottom.

I closed her legs and helped her to her feet Hugging her to me I said, "I have wanted to do that ever since you began to really develop. But I always wanted you to feel secure in your own person. I have known you are going around without underwear for quite a while too, you know."

"Have you been peeking under my skirt?"

"No, but I have been doing your laundry for the last six years, and I notice changes in how many pairs of panties I wash a week."

"Oh."

"Later I will teach you all the ways to reveal yourself to me."

Gwen giggled. "Something I have wanted to do for the last two years, but never dared to ask."

"Let's go inside and help Pru."

As we went back up the path, I carried my batch of file folders under one arm, and used the other hand to caress the fine firm rump of Gwen as it waggled up the path, just ahead of me. She paused once and bent to pick a tiny flower, and presented her rump for my hand to delve deep between the cheeks. She pressed back to the pressure.

"I think we are going to have a whole new relationship here, Gwen."

"I'm counting on it Unca B."

We came around the front side of the house just as Pru came across the street lugging a large old fashioned suitcase without wheels. I grabbed it from her and took it up the steps, and in to the front room.

We sat in the room and discussed which room would be best for Pru. She wanted a bedroom that did not have a window facing the street. The choice got pretty simple then. There were two bedrooms facing the street, one where Gwen slept now, and another bedroom beside mine facing the garden. Those two shared a large bathroom, and the front ones had their own ensuite shower based units.

I told Pru that we each just had to remember to knock before entering our common bathroom and it would be cool. As I lugged the suitcase up the stairs, I called back to Gwen to order us all a large pizza for supper, and told Pru she could take her time unpacking and freshening up because around here the pizza guy took a good three quarters of an hour to arrive. I paused briefly in the bathroom before coming back down to Gwen.

I entered the living room to see Gwen sitting in the middle of the couch. As I approached, she leaned back and spread her heels wide to the corners of the seat and lifted her skirt to her lap.

"Is this the way?"

"Almost. If you have a blouse like that, loose in front, and there is enough time, you lift the bra and drop your breasts, raising the blouse so I can see them, then perk up your nipples.

She raised her blouse and revealed her front hooking bra, snapping it off and beginning to pull and tug on her nipples. They were dark, brown and in large pink aureolas.

"I like to see them move, pick them up by the nipples and drop them."

As she worked them over, twisting and pulling on them, the nipples elongated and stiffened.

She groaned quietly to herself.

"Stay doing that." I said, and went to the bar to scoop some crushed ice from the fridge in to a wide glass, and I looted the bits drawer for a glass cocktail swizzle stick. The swizzle stick had a small bulb on the end. I popped the bulb end in to the ice and approached Gwen who was watching me apprehensively, and curiously..

"You didn't put any booze in to your drink."

I placed the glass on the floor near her crotch and sat beside it.

"It's not a drink.

"But you are doing good presentation, Gwen."

I pointed down to the floor, "That stuff is going to help me explore. You may need a small gag, so wad this up and put it in your mouth, and bite on it if you think you are going to make a sound."

I handed her my cotton shorts that I had just removed, still warm from my body.

Her fingers trembled a little as she took the wad from me and she whimpered a little, smelling it, rubbing it over her cheeks and neck before stuffing it in to the mouth.

"What are you going to do?" She mumbled through the cotton.

"Give me your hands Gwen, I lowered them to her furry patch and told her to spread her outer lips wide as I was going to trace her inner lips."

I got up again and brought over a couple of small bar towels before making myself comfortable at her wide open crotch. One I folded and slid under her right under her wide open vulva.

"Just in case you drool, my dear."

I leaned in and kissed her, hearing a little gasp, and a tiny moan as I dragged my tongue up her slit, gently mashing the inner lips. Then I took the swizzle stick and said, "Brace yourself."

Using the bulbous icy cold glass rod, I began to gently trace the inner fold between the outer lips and the thin coral colored inner ones. Her hips jerked with the first contact, and her crotch gyrated and squirmed as I traced the tender inner lips. Backing off, I watched as more and more liquid gathered in the open hollows of her cunt, and the inner lips became stiff, erect, brighter pink as I stroked with the cool rod.

I dipped in my tongue and tasted. Tangy, fruity, salty, delicious and slick. Going back to the swizzle stick I said, "Ready again?"

This time I traced only the top of the red ridges as the other hand slid a finger deep up and down the center groove, and softly softly over the shaft of her clitoris. I avoided her hood end, and the bulb of her clit, then back down to the entry to her vagina. Just the tip of my finger entered as I swirled it around, stretching her more open.

Her legs spread wider as she eagerly offered her open cunt to my caresses, when I swizzled the stick one last time in the ice and used it to outline the little head of her clit. She thrashed around and I took the whole area in to my wide open mouth and used my tongue to even out the temperatures. Her hands groped for my head and pulled me hard up in to her groove.

I reached up and grabbed her tight nipples, and twisted them strongly as she rode my face.

I tasted her as she got really wet, then began to tremble and close her legs on my ears. I squeezed her nipples hard. Her body bucked and shook one last time before letting go of my head.

When I stood, I her scent was heady and filled the room. I opened the front door to begin airing it out, and suggested she go up and shower before supper, we only had about 15 minutes, and I needed to wash up a bit too.