Chapter 4

“Would you? It’s not too much of an imposition?”

His sister, Jessica, looked at him, worried and hopeful at the same time. She had come to him for advice as she needed to go on an unexpected business trip in just a matter of days. As she would be out of town for at least a week, Jessica wasn’t thrilled about leaving her daughter at home on her own. At 16, Sophie had gotten a rebellious streak, experimenting with alcohol among other things. Recently, Jessica had even caught her in bed with a boy from school. And while John thought that particular event wasn’t very abnormal for a healthy teenager, he supposed it was different when the healthy teenager was your daughter. So when Jessica had come to him for advice, he had readily suggested Sophie could stay at his place during her business trip. He didn’t tell her that her business trip was unexpected partly because he had only recently finished his story about Sophie staying at his place.

“Of course not. What is family for, if not to help each other in times of need?” John assured her.

And so, three days later, John witnessed the goodbye scene between an unhappy teen girl and her impatient mother right at his door.

“Mooooom, please! I promise I can behave if you let me stay at home,” Sophie implored her mother in a last-ditch attempt to change her mind.

“Sophie, cut it! We’ve gone over this. You need to prove I can trust you first. Show me you can behave from now on, and next time I’ll consider it. Besides, if you’re going to behave anyway, I’m sure it doesn’t make much difference if you’re staying with Uncle John or at home.”

Then, after Sophie had stomped into the house, Jessica thanked her brother once more. “Thanks again, John. I’m afraid she’ll be moping around for a while. I just hope she’ll turn around when I’m gone and it’s just the two of you.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it will be fine,” John gave her a comforting smile, knowing it would indeed be fine. At least for Sophie and himself. If Jessica knew what was to happen in the coming week, she’d cancel her trip in a heartbeat.

“Have a safe trip.”

They hugged, and John waved as Jessica drove off. When she had disappeared around the corner, he went inside to look for Sophie. She hadn’t gone far, sitting curled up on the couch, all her attention ostensibly focused on her phone. The way her eyes flicked up when he entered the room, however, betrayed that she was aware of his presence.

“Look, I get that you’re upset, so I’ll stay out of your hair for now. You already know where everything is, so I’m sure you’ll manage just fine. If you need me, I’ll be outside. It is a lovely day after all, no point in letting it go to waste.”

He waited for a response, but as expected, his niece just ignored him. After a few seconds, he got up and left her alone in the living room. John went upstairs to change into his swimming trunks and then headed out to the pool. He wanted to check on Sophie once he came down again, but thought better of it. Sulking and pouting is a lot less fun when nobody is there to see you do it.

Taking out two recliners, John installed himself in one of them and spent some time daydreaming. He mused about how flawless his story was playing out so far and replied in his mind the things he knew were still to come. After a while, he felt the need to cool down, so he got into the pool for a few laps.

Just as he had envisioned, Sophie came outside while he was swimming and sat down on the edge of the pool. She looked amazing, a testament to how easy it can be for a teen to look great. Her long, slender legs hanging down in the water, a rather modest but form-fitting bathing suit covering her pert little ass, and a pair of perky breasts that weren’t little at all, and long black hair framing her pensive face. She probably had plenty of insecurities about herself, but to John, she looked simply beautiful. Apart from glancing over a few times, John decided to ignore her and continued swimming.

“Uncle John?” Sophie called out from the poolside, her voice tinged with hesitation.

John paused to look at her. Sophie let herself slide into the pool and swam the short distance towards him. When she had covered all but three feet of the distance, she stood up, the water level drawing attention to her breasts. “Focus!” John scolded himself internally. If she caught him leering at her body before his story called for it, everything might be ruined.

“I’m ... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I know it wasn’t your decision to have me stay here.”

“Don’t worry about it. I get that you’d prefer to stay on your own, but let’s try to make the best of this, shall we?”

Sophie closed the distance and hugged him. “Thanks, Uncle John.”

Wrapping his arms around her in return, John added, “Just take it easy on your mom, okay? She really does have your best interests at heart.”

“I know,” was the soft reply.

All the while, John was keenly aware of Sophie’s breasts pressing against his chest with only her bathing suit between them. He longed to touch them, but he knew he couldn’t. Not yet.

After Sophie let go, they played around in the pool for a while before settling in on the recliners next to the pool. They talked about her school, her life outside of school. John listened to her complaints about her mother, trying to be understanding without throwing his sister under the bus. The moping girl from before had been replaced by the happy Sophie he was used to.

After dinner, Sophie wanted to get comfortable and went to change into her pajamas while John loaded the dishwasher. As she re-entered the kitchen to ask if they could make some popcorn, she looked even more adorable than earlier. A loose spaghetti strap tank top emphasized her cleavage, and a pair of small shorts revealed her long legs again. Walking into the kitchen, her breasts bounced gently under her top with every step, drawing John’s attention. He had a hard time keeping from staring. Luckily, Sophie didn’t seem to notice, or at least she didn’t say anything, and went about making the popcorn. John continued cleaning up the kitchen, making sure it took as long as she needed to prepare for a movie night. He didn’t want to get caught staring, but he sure wanted to look as much as possible at her cleavage and the soft bouncing of her breasts.

Finally, everything was ready, and they settled in the living room in front of the TV. John selected the movie of her choice, and Sophie nestled up against him, her head on his shoulder. The bowl of popcorn was in John’s lap, and every time she reached for it, John was very aware of her breast pressing into his side. Despite the crappy movie, he had a great time talking with her about it and delighting in the proximity of her body or the occasional peek down her cleavage.

It was a conflicting experience. He blessed himself for writing this story, including the long buildup of peeks and teases, for it allowed him to enjoy moments like this. At the same time, he cursed himself as it was already hard to refrain from acting on the temptation she was providing. That restraint would surely be more difficult to uphold as the days went on, with more alluring peeks and glimpses to come.

The next day, Sophie slept in. Not wanting to give cause for any renewed grumpiness, John let her. Besides, she was a teenager with the natural biorhythm that goes with that age, and she had a vacation. After a light breakfast to make sure he could wait her resurrection, John started preparations for a brunch they could enjoy together.

Finally, only a few minutes before noon, Sophie showed up downstairs, still dressed in her night outfit and her hair still disheveled. John thought it actually made her look even hotter. Still rubbing the last remnants of sleep from her eyes, Sophie sat down at the kitchen table, putting her elbows on the table to support her head. Without words, John filled a mug with coffee and put it in front of her.

“Thanks,” she acknowledged him in a soft voice, before taking the mug in both hands to take a sip.

John almost had to bite his tongue not to reply that the pleasure was all his. With him standing in front of her as he put her mug on the table and the way her top was hanging from her shoulders when she sat like this, her cleavage opened up into an almost-full view of her breasts and the valley between them. Basically, only her nipples remained hidden. Then she took the mug in her hands, ending the view John had enjoyed so much, however briefly it was. The forbidden nature of her body only added to the allure of the extensive peek she had unwittingly granted him.

Again, he reminded himself he needed to be patient. He turned around again and began cooking their meal. As Sophie watched him, she slowly drank her coffee. They didn’t talk, but the silence felt comfortable. There was no unease between them, just a teen girl slowly coming back to life and John letting her be, giving her the time she needed. While their food was cooking, John started setting the table. Bringing everything they needed in as many different trips as he could pull off without her catching on. Every time he was putting something on the table, John made sure to take another peek at her deep cleavage. When everything was ready, and John couldn’t find any more reasons to stall, he sat down opposite her, and they started eating.

“So, any plans for today?” John finally asked her.

Sophie shrugged. “Not really. I’m going to take a shower and then maybe hang out with Emma and Zoey.”

“Well, let me know if you need a ride.”

They continued talking about nothing in particular while they finished their meal. Her plate emptied, Sophie took it to the sink and then went upstairs for her shower. John started cleaning the kitchen, regretting that he didn’t include Sophie volunteering for a few chores in his story. But right now, he knew he had to hurry up. The next event of her stay that he had written about was something he definitely didn’t want to miss.

Even though it wasn’t a surprise anymore, when he silently went upstairs a few minutes later, John was still happy as a kid on Christmas to see the door to the guestroom open. Casually walking past it, he looked inside and found his niece looking at the wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear. She was standing with her back to the door, in only a pair of flowery panties. With all her attention focused on her clothes, she hadn’t noticed him in the doorway, watching her.

John admired the sexy view of her back and her firm little butt cheeks peeking out of her underwear. Knowing that she’d remain undecided about her outfit for the day for a while and that she wouldn’t turn around, John was happy to take the time to enjoy the sight. Then, as she reached out to a particular top, her position changed slightly, allowing John a glimpse of the side of her breast. It wasn’t much, but it was the first time he got a look at the full slope of her bare breast. It was such a tantalizing view that his cock got hard in record time. A few more times she shifted her weight or her position, providing him with more glimpses of her breast. Then the part happened that John had anticipated even more. Dropping the top she had been checking, Sophie bent over. It didn’t just expose her small butt to John in all its glory, but also a complete sideview of her breast hanging down as she picked up the top. He now had his first quick look at one of her cute little nipples.

When Sophie got up again, John knew that was his cue. Tearing himself from the sexy view with difficulty, he left her doorway and went on to his room, making sure to move silently in order not to alarm her to his presence. His cock was still straining his pants, but he knew he couldn’t do anything about it at the moment. Sophie would come looking for him any minute now. And true to form, shortly after, she appeared at his door.

“Uhm, Uncle John?” Sophie’s voice betrayed a slight hesitation.

He turned around, not making any effort to hide the bulge in his pants.

“Yes?”

“Could ... could you give me that ride now?”

And there it was, it was very subtle, John only noticed it because he knew to expect it. Very briefly Sophie glanced at his crotch and he saw her eyes widen just a little when she took in his bulge. It was over in a second, before he had even answered her question.

“Of course, gather what you need, and I’ll be down in a minute,” he replied, trying to keep a straight face. Sophie nodded, smiling a bit sheepishly before she left his room. The rest of the day was uneventful. John dropped her off at the mall and picked her up again a few hours later. In between, he managed to get some work done for the office.

After dinner, Sophie went upstairs to change into her pajamas, just like she had done the day before. When she reappeared in the kitchen, John once more enjoyed the view of her legs and her bouncing boobs under her top. Sophie stopped at the counter and kind of leaned over it, watching John clean up and discussing which movie to pick. He froze momentarily as her posture allowed him a perfect view down her cleavage, showing the soft inner curves of her breasts all the way down to her stomach. At that moment, she appeared innocent and incredibly hot at the same time. It was a view that had John longing to reach out and touch, to cup her breasts in his hands and verify if they were as soft and delicate as they appeared.

Instead, he offered to make them popcorn, wanting to keep her there in that position as long as possible, giving him plenty more opportunities to steal glances at her lovely chest. Time and again, he peeked at her. Each time, he appreciated another glimpse of her breasts. At one point, Sophie clearly noticed the downward shift of his eyes. She didn’t change her position, however. She just gave him a playful smile and crossed her arms under her breasts. Pushing her breasts together, she did reduce the depth of his line of sight down her top, but also emphasized their roundness.

Basically, having received her permission to gaze, John didn’t hide his staring anymore. Noticing two indentations in her top, he realized her nipples were hard. He had written in his story that catching her uncle look at her body made her feel sexy, and clearly she was. All too soon, the popcorn was ready, however, and neither of them had an excuse to stay in the kitchen anymore. With a final lingering glance down her top, John handed her the bowl of popcorn and followed her into the living room.

Sophie sat down next to him on the couch, her head once again ending up on his shoulder. John was happy to be so close again, and he even liked the movie. At least, more than the day before. Then, at some point during the movie, Sophie changed her position, cuddling up even more against John. Now her breast was positively pressed against his side. Another thing he noticed was her hand when she grabbed some kernels of popcorn from the bowl in his lap. She seemed to add some pressure to the bowl every time she reached in. He guessed it was part of her attempt to tease him. But that was as far as it went for the rest of the evening. At the end of the movie, Sophie gave him a chaste goodnight kiss on his cheek and headed upstairs. John watched her go, marveling at the way her little ass swayed as she walked up the stairs. Shortly after, he went to bed himself, masturbating to relieve all the pent-up tension before falling asleep.