I was sitting at my desk working through some papers. The door burst open and what seemed like whirling dervish came through, plonked a bag on the floor, and threw herself on the sofa.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh uncle, it’s so stressful, I am going to fail, I just know it.\u201d The whirling dervish was my niece. In her final year of school, wanting to study at university, and facing all the stresses of exams, study and university entrance.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake it easy now, just relax and unwind for a minute. I will get you a drink. Hot or cold?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I have cold followed by hot? I need to cool down, and then a cup of chai would be perfect.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stretched out on the sofa, her legs stretched out in front of her, her arms lay listlessly at her side. She was in her school uniform, blue tartan skirt, white shirt and a tie that hung loosely around her neck.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere, some iced water first, then chai.\u201d
\n\u201cOh thank you, uncle, I don\u2019t know what I\u2019d do without you. You are a lifesaver.\u201d<\/p>\n
I returned to the kitchen and made the chai. \u201cAnd how about you uncle, how are you?\u201d she called from the lounge. I carried the chai to the small table between the sofa and the chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, good here. I have been working on the itinerary for the visiting group from Malaysia. Now relax and tell me how my niece is going to fail her exams and end up sweeping the railway stations at night for a living.\u201d<\/p> \n\n
She proceeded to give me a rundown on all her studies, exams, the stresses and her worries about not being good enough to get into university. Even as she spoke I could feel the stress drain out of her. Her face became much more animated, her eyes started to light up, and she was much more relaxed.<\/p>\n
She called in on me every Wednesday after school for a drink and a debrief. I looked forward very much to her company, even if it always started off with her woes about her studies.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then it\u2019s the boys, uncle. The boys in my class are so immature.\u201d
\n\u201cYes, it\u2019s a well-known fact that females mature much earlier than males, that\u2019s ok. It’s not as if you are going to marry any of them!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2018Yuck uncle, that\u2019s a horrible thought! But even the older ones, when I go out with friends, the boys we see from university or working, they are so immature. They boast about themselves, try and make themselves popular to impress us. OMG, if they only know how much I despise them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, there\u2019s plenty of time for boys, for now, concentrate on your studies.\u201d
\n\u201cYeah, my friend from school, Anaya. She has a boyfriend now and she is falling behind. I would never let that happen to me!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, your mother, my sister, she was 27 when she had you and she had her degree and a job in the research hospital.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what I want, to do Biomed and work in research. Ooh but the maths and chemistry, I will never get there.\u201d<\/p>\n
She held a cushion over her face and moaned into it. I sat beside her and put my arm around her. She nestled her head into my shoulder and moaned again.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust take each day as it comes. Deal with what you have in front of you and the rest will take care of itself.\u201d<\/p>\n
She relaxed against me for a few minutes. I felt her breathing becoming steady. The softness of her body against mine was thrilling. I felt my stomach churning.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you uncle, you\u2019re always so good to me. I always feel better when I come here. I must go now, Mommy will be waiting and wondering.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kissed her cheek and she kissed mine, she hugged me, then turned to collect her things. I have to admit I was aroused, the cuddle with her, the kisses exchanged, the sight of her young body in her uniform was exciting.<\/p>\n
By the time she waved goodbye from the path, I was half hard in my trousers. A week later the entrance was not so dramatic. She was still in her PE uniform of shorts and a polo shirt, and track shoes on her feet, and she sat gingerly on the sofa.<\/p>\n
\u201cOohhh my legs, I am so stiff Uncle, I had to run 3 k.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not so far, at your age it should be easy!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHa! That\u2019s easy for you to say, you didn\u2019t have to do it!\u201d
\n\u201cJust relax, I will get you a drink, cold one I presume?\u201d
\n\u201cYeah thanks, uncle, with ice if that\u2019s ok.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gulped the drink down, then wiped her mouth and looked at me. \u201cUncle, can I use your shower please, I am all sweaty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, you know where it is. I will get you some towels.\u201d<\/p>\n
I heard her singing from the shower, tunelessly but that didn\u2019t seem to bother her. She returned to the lounge with a towel wrapped around her, and another she was using to dry her hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s so much better, thank you so much.\u201d<\/p>\n
With her head down and the towel was over her face as she dried. I was able to take in her figure in the towel that came down halfway between her thigh and knee. She wasn\u2019t svelte, but she certainly didn\u2019t carry too much weight.<\/p>\n
Her legs were strong and shapely, her breasts full and curved, her tummy flat but she wasn\u2019t thin. \u00a0Her figure appealed to me, a certain girlishness about her, but the curves of a woman too. She sat on the sofa with the second towel around her head. I passed her the chai.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, how has the week been?\u201d
\n\u201cOh well, the usual stress, but I had a trial exam in maths last Friday, and I passed really well.\u201d<\/p>\n
She sat with her back to the end of the sofa, and her bare feet resting against my thigh. I patted her foot. \u201cSee, I keep telling you, take each day as it comes. It will all fall into place for you if you keep up with your studies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, I have worked hard this week, up till after 11 on Sunday and Monday.\u201d<\/p>\n
We sipped our chai in silence, she sighed a few times. I sensed her tension. \u201cUncle, could you do me a favor, could you massage my feet please? I hurt my ankle on the run.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, of course.\u201d She rested her feet on my thigh, and I gently massaged her feet. \u201cWait, I\u2019ll be back.\u201d<\/p>\n
I lifted her feet off me, and went to the bathroom, returning with some moisturizer, holding it up for her to see. \u201cOh lovely, thank you, how kind uncle.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat and her feet rested again on my thigh. When I rubbed the first dollop of moisturizer she giggled. \u201cIt tickles! It’s cold!.\u201d Her feet and my fingers warmed it up very quickly. I rubbed her feet, her heels, the soles of her feet, her ankles.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich ankle is the sore one?\u201d
\nShe waved her toes at me. \u201cThis one.\u201d<\/p>\n
I paid special attention to this ankle, continuing to rub and massage. I rubbed moisturizer up her calves and to her knees. Her limbs were smooth and soft. I caressed with my fingers and palms from her ankles to her knees. She had her head on a cushion and her eyes closed.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t keep my eyes off her thighs and the towel over them. The towel had been pulled up a few inches as she settled on the sofa, and with her legs slightly parted I could see the dark triangle underneath the towel. But her secret parts remained hidden.<\/p>\n
\u201cOohhhh uncle, that\u2019s so good, thank you so much.\u201d
\n\u201cWelcome honey, it’s my pleasure.\u201d I rested one hand on her foot, the other on her knee.<\/p>\n
\u201cOhhhh I better get up and get going.\u201d She swung her feet to the floor, rummaged in her bag for clothes and disappeared down to the bedroom.
\nAs she left we hugged and I went to kiss her cheek.<\/p>\n
She turned her face to me and kissed me on the lips, soft kiss, lasting a couple of seconds. \u201cThank you uncle, you are good to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She kissed me again on the lips, this time for longer and her lips parted as we kissed. I tasted the sweet moisture between her lips. I watched her as she went down the path to the gate, her skirt swinging.<\/p>\n
For the next three weeks, the routine was the same. She would arrive. We would have something to drink. We would talk. She would be stressed. I would talk her through the stresses, and after an hour or so she would leave.<\/p>\n
She gave me a hug and a kiss when she left. But now we always kissed on the lips, softly, and even one afternoon her kiss was lingering. I felt the soft flick of her tongue. To be truthful, she was driving me crazy.<\/p>\n
Just sitting with her was enough to make me hard. After she had gone I often sat on the sofa and stroked my hardness. She was in my thoughts when I went to sleep. And again whenever I woke up in the night or morning, most often with a hard cock and restless dreams.<\/p>\n
I had just cleaned up after breakfast the next Wednesday, and about to get my work papers sorted on my desk when I heard the door open and her greeting. \u201cUncle, uncle, are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, what are you doing here at this time? Isn\u2019t it school today?\u201d
\n\u201cWe have a study today to prepare for trials next week. It was going to be busy and noisy at home so I didn\u2019t tell mama, I just thought I would come here and study for a few hours. Is that ok?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, the second bedroom has a desk in it, just make yourself comfortable, let me know if you need anything.\u201d
\n\u201cThanks so much, uncle, I really appreciate this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Outside I was calm and cool but inside I was churning. I tried to concentrate on my work, it was hard with my beautiful niece who had stirred me up in the house with me. In about half an hour I took a quick peek in the bedroom.<\/p>\n
She was sitting at the desk, books and her laptop open, studying hard. She didn\u2019t notice me she was so involved. In about an hour I checked in to see if she wanted anything, and the desk was empty. I saw her shoes on the floor, her uniform across the back of the chair.<\/p>\n
She was asleep in the bed, on her side, the sheet off her shoulder exposing her bra strap. I left her there in peace, who knows the best way to study, perhaps a complete rest was how she had worked out a method to keep her concentration.<\/p>\n
Half an hour later, still at my desk, I was aware of muffled sounds coming from the bedroom. I peeked through the door, she was sobbing quietly into the pillow. I sat next to her on the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAradhya, what is it? Why are you crying?\u201d
\n\u201cIt doesn\u2019t matter uncle, there\u2019s nothing you can do.\u201d
\n\u201cAre you sure, at least tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I rested my hand on her bare shoulder and rubbed lightly. \u201cIts ok, its just the stress, sometimes I look at my chemistry work and I don\u2019t remember a single thing. I am so afraid, I know I will fail.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned to me, tears on her cheeks, sniffling as she breathed. \u201cCome now, you know you know all your chemistry, you are just having a bad morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know I am, what if I have a bad morning on the day of the exam?\u201d Fresh tears formed in her eyes, and she sat up a little, turning towards me and put her arms around my waist.<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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