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My sister and I were always close. When we were kids, we looked out for each other. As adults, we have not lived near one another, but we remain close. Our childhood was one of few material goods and much turmoil. After our father abandoned us to run off with a young girl, mother had a constant stream of lowlife sharing her life. So it was up to my sister Ann and I to take care of one another.

Now, 20 years later, I found myself staying at my sister's place over the holidays. Her husband had recently died as a result of injuries received in the gulf war, and she and her 16-year-old daughter Karen were having a hard time. Ann was working as a waitress and was having a hard time paying the bills. I went to visit a few days before Christmas and planned to stay about three weeks.

Seeing how tight their living conditions were, I went all out buying them Christmas gifts. I got Karen a CD player and a bunch of music CDs, and a lot of other things girls her age must have. I got Ann a new microwave, coffee maker, and a 32-inch flat screen TV for the living room. And clothes, clothes for both of them. It looked like neither one of them had had any new clothes in three years. Ann went with me and did all the selecting and I did the paying. It felt so good to be able to take care of my dear sister, and her daughter.

Karen was a very sweet young teen, but a bit on the slow side. She wasn't retarded, her IQ was just under 100, but she would never excel in academics. She was quiet and did not participate in a lot of activities with her peers, tending to be on the shy side and lacking self-confidence. She was very kind, soft spoken, and well mannered, something some of her peers could have picked up a bit from her.

Ann's apartment was a small one-bedroom place. Karen slept in the bedroom, and Ann slept on the sofa bed in the living room. While I was visiting, Ann shared Karen's bed and I had the sofa bed. So it was that I found myself on the morning of New Years Eve, on the sofa bed in the living room. Ann had explained that she would be working a double shift, doing the usual dinner hour, and then working a New Years Eve party. She said that she would make a full weeks pay by working the double shift, but she needed to do some grocery shopping before going to work.

I was still under the covers on the sofa bed, and Karen was sitting in the easy chair at the other side of the room. I reached for my pants, pulled my wallet from the pocket, and extracted three $100 bills, which I gave to my sister for her shopping. "Stock up on whatever you need" I told her.

Ann smiled and said "Thanks" and was soon on her way to the store. It was still early and I was tired from being awake late chatting with Ann, so I rolled over and slept for another hour.

When I awoke, I opened my eyes without moving my body much, just getting accustomed to my surroundings. Karen was still sitting in the easy chair, just looking down at her chest, not looking at me at all. I watched her and she was doing what seemed to me to be the strangest thing. She was wearing one of the new bras we had got her, a nice black pushup variety. And she sat there, lifting the bra above her breasts and then pulling it back over covering herself. She was fascinated with the pushup bra and how it changed the shape and appearance of her chest. It did give her cleavage a nice appearance. I had trouble deciding which I liked more, the nice cleavage, or the bare tits. Nah, not really, bras are nice but bare tits win.

I watched Karen play this way for five minutes, and had a raging erection. Deciding it was time to stop, I faked a sneeze and wound up with my face facing away from Karen. I slowly turned around to look at her, and she had just finished covering herself. She smiled at me and said "would you like anything Uncle Mike?"

I replied that some coffee would be nice and she jumped right up to get it for me. When she brought it over to me, I could see that she was wearing a matching black pair of panties under her PJ bottoms. Karen handed me the coffee, and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and said "Thank you for all my new clothes. I love you, Uncle Mike."

Well, just that was enough to make it all worthwhile. And I know that Ann was just as pleased, if not more so. "Karen, is there anything that you would like to do for New Year's Eve? Do you want to go out?" I asked.

"Oh, no thank you, Uncle Mike." she replied. "I like to stay home on New Year's Eve."

"OK, that's fine with me. I'm not big on going out then either. What with the crowds and all, I would just as soon stay home and relax" I replied.

A while later Ann had returned from shopping, and both Karen and I had managed to get dressed before she got home. She had spent almost all the money I had given her, and it took awhile to put everything away. Then Ann asked Karen to go clean up the bedroom and make the bed. I knew from this that my sister wanted to talk to me without Karen being around.

"Mike, I don't know how to thank you for everything that you have done for us." she said. "We just weren't making it, and you're help here the past few days has made a huge difference. I just want you to know that if there is anything you want, anything at all, feel free. Karen and I will be more than happy to do whatever we can for you to show out appreciation." and with that she reached over and gave me a big hug. She held me in her arms for like a half-minute.

I know that she missed her husband, and likely she just wanted to be held by a man that she knew loved her, and I was the only one left in her life. If was sad, but I hoped that she would find someone else in the future. She was still fairly young and attractive.

As Ann was leaving for work, she said to Karen, "Now you be sure to take good care of Uncle Mike. Anything he wants, you give it to him, anything at all. And I got the ingredients for that meal that you cook that is so good too, so you fix dinner for the two of you. I won't be home until after midnight. OK hun? Love you." and with that she left for work.

I found an old movie in Ann's collection of VCR cassettes and watched that and Karen listened to her new music CD's for most of the afternoon. Then Karen went to the kitchen and started cooking. Before long Karen had served up a delightful stir-fry of fresh vegetables and shrimp and clams. After dinner, Karen cleaned up and I decided it was time to stop looking like a bum all day and went in to shower and shave.

When I was done making myself clean and human looking again, I put on a heavy terry cloth robe and went back to the living room. To my surprise, Karen was sitting in the easy chair wearing just her black panties and a yellow bra. She said to me, "Uncle Mike, can I give you a little fashion show? I'd like to model all my new clothes for you."

"Sure, Karen. I'd like that." I replied.

Karen had a nice figure for someone her age, and I always enjoy eyeing teenage girls. Having my niece give me a private fashion show seemed like a great way to kill some time. And the fact that it would obviously include some underwear displays was fine with me. I've been a dirty old man since I was 12.

Karen asked me if I wanted anything, and I replied that I was fine. It was less than an hour since we finished eating, and I wasn't the least bit hungry. So Karen started her little show for her Uncle Mike. She strutted up and down and back and forth, imitating what she has seen on television of fashion models.

First she wore a Cami, a light blue quite sexy nighty. Then a gray sports bra and stretch shorts that hugged her girlish figure, while showing her Uncle her butt and the outline of her pussy lips beneath the stretch fabric. She paused right in front of me, first with her rear end toward me to ogle her butt, then she did an about face, and I was staring at her pussy and could see her mound and slit. My cock was stirring beneath my robe. Thankfully the robe was heavy enough to hide my excitement.

Then Karen modeled some of her jeans and tops. No matter what she wore, she looked great. A pair of shorts and a stretch pullover top showed off her body nicely. Next was a white bra and panties, very functional, not overly sexy. But by now most anything made this sweet young girl look like a sexpot. The panties were low rise seamless and yelled at me to rip them off her body. When Karen left the room to change, I had to adjust myself. I had a full erection and had to relieve the pressure built up by allowing it to assume its natural direction.

Karen returned wearing the black pushup bra and black panties. She slowly walked over to me, and leaned forward, almost shoving her cleavage in my face. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, allowing me to stare at her tits from inches away. "Can I get you anything, Uncle Mike?"

"Ah, yeah, I think I could use something to drink." I replied.

"Sure, what will it be?"

"Anything cold will be fine, Karen.

"OK." and she slipped into the kitchen. A minute later she returned with a clear glass filled with a pink liquid. "Here you go, party time." she grinned.

I took a sip and it was Lancers, chilled. "Thank you very much Karen."

"Is there anything else I can give you, Uncle Mike? Anything at all?" she asked.

I was beginning to wonder if she could tell that I would dearly love to have her stick one of her tits in my mouth and rub her pussy on my erect cock. "This is fine, thank you." I replied. She leaned over again and gave me another kiss, showing off her cleavage. She really liked that push up bra. As she straightened up, she managed to rub her tits across my face, pushing the side of the bra against my cheek and up to my forehead. And then she was gone again.

Karen returned, this time wearing a matching pink bra and panty set. But the bra, other than the straps and edges, was a see through material. I could easily see her nipples, and they were just lovely. The bra had a couple of inches of the edging material connecting the two cups and separating her tits and showing them off just perfect. The panties were a large pink triangle of material, with a band that went from the top corners of the fabric triangle around her waist, there was no material on the side.

Karen stood in front of me and asked, "Do you like?"

"Ah, well yeah, I like very much Karen, but don't you think that you are showing off a bit too much to your Uncle?"

"Can I ask you a question, Uncle Mike? Well, it's more than a question, but can I ask you something?" she asked shyly.

"Why sure, Karen, you can ask me anything. What is it?"

"Will you be my boyfriend, Uncle Mike? I've never had a boyfriend, and I sure would like to have one, just like you."

I was surprised at her question. Surely I would love to relieve my sexual tension and I wouldn't mind teaching Karen a few things about lovemaking, but I'm her Uncle so that's not right. And she wasn't asking me to be her lover, just her boyfriend. "Why, I would think that a pretty young girl like you would have lots of boyfriends." I replied.

"But I don't." she said softly, with a painful look on her face. "The boys all think I'm dumb. The only one who doesn't is one boy in the special section for really slow kids, and I was told I had to stay away from him." she almost sobbed. "So will you be my boyfriend, at least while you are visiting, please?"

"I'll be happy to be your boyfriend, Karen, for as long as you like. You know I love you very much and that you are a very special person in my life." I replied.

A huge smile came on her face and she threw her arms around me and hugged me. "Oh, thank you. I love you so much too," she said as she hugged the stuffing out of me. Then she planted a kiss on my lips and held it for several seconds. I could tell that she had never kissed anyone in a passionate way, and that a lesson was called for.

I broke the kiss, and looked into Karen's face. I could see the love there, and the excitement of having her first boyfriend. "Karen, honey, as your new boyfriend, I need to show you a little thing about kissing your boyfriend, OK? Now, just wet your lips with your tongue, and when we kiss, keep your lips open just a little."

I wet my lips, and watched Karen do the same. I leaned over and kissed her, and let the wetness of our lips make it far more passionate then the first. I opened my mouth more, and sucked on her lips. Then I ran my tongue across her lips and touching her teeth.

"Wow." was all she could say.

I smiled, and said, "This time, open your mouth just a bit more", and I leaned in and kissed her again. This time I let my tongue go further into her mouth and withdrew it, leaving my mouth open. Sure enough, a tentative tongue entered my mouth and quickly retreated. I responded with a full tongue thrust into my niece and our mouths and tongues danced their first dance. That kiss must have lasted close to a minute. I pulled back and smiled and said, "That's it. You like?"

"I like!" she smiled and attacked me for more. We kissed for most of the next ten minutes or so, saying very little. Karen may not be bright at schoolwork, but she was a quick and eager learner in the kissing department.

We paused to catch our breath. I looked at Karen's body. Her nipples were poking at the transparent bra and a glance at her panties showed a large damp spot. I looked at my own crotch and it was apparent that I had a huge erection. I watched Karen's face as she eyed the bulge under my robe. Not knowing what else to do, I leaned and kissed her again. As our tongues played tag, I took my hand and for the first time caressed her tit through her bra. She sighed into my mouth as my hand explored her bra and its contents.

I pulled back and looked at her. "Ummm." seeped from her smiling mouth.

"I'm sorry, Karen. I should not have done that."

"Why not? It felt grand." she replied.

"Well, I am your Uncle. And Uncles should not be feeling up their niece." I replied.

"But you're my boyfriend, not my Uncle. Besides, I loved it. I want more."

"Karen, I have to ask you. Do you know about sex?" I said.

"Yes, Mom has told me all about it. I've never done it, but I know about it." she smiled. "Is there anything you would like?" she said.