Uncle Teaches His Neice

James Wellington

Chapter 1

part 1

Kristy awoke in the middle of the night with a gently throbbing headache.

She glanced at the clock beside her bed and saw it was just past midnight. For a moment the fifteen-year-old teenage girl lay in bed and listened to the wind blowing hard outside the apartment complex as she debated whether to get up or not. Finally, she decided it might be a good idea to go out to the kitchen and take a couple of aspirins so she could get back to sleep.

As she slipped out of her bed, Kristy heard her thirteen-year-old brother, Eric, snoring quietly across the room. After sharing a room with him for so many years, she'd gotten used to his night noises and hardly even noticed them any more. The two kids had also gotten used to seeing each other in various stages of undress. It was no big deal for her to see the thirteen-year-old boy in his white underwear briefs or for Eric to see her walking around the bedroom dressed only in her bra and panties.

While they were growing up together the whole thing seemed so natural, so normal. Lately, though, she'd noticed her little brother secretly watching her a little more intently whenever he was in the room and she wasn't wearing much. She also notice the long, hard lump that seemed to be constantly sticking up and pushing out the front of the young boy's white underwear briefs, and he seemed to enjoy wearing nothing but his underwear around the house lately. Some nights, when just the two kids were home, he'd even sit in the living room and watch TV in just his underwear. Their mother didn't say anything about it, and Kristy wasn't quite sure what to make of the whole thing.

The teenage girl quietly slipped out the door of the bedroom, being sure to be extra quiet so she wouldn't wake Uncle Ted who was sleeping on the fold-out couch in the living room. An unmarried traveling salesman, he stopped by their apartment every couple of months to stay for a few days while he conducted his business in the area. He was a tall, dark, good-looking man with a deep, resonant voice, and a slim, tightly-muscled body.

Creeping slowly along carpeted floor of the hallway, she noiselessly entered the living room, glanced at the couch and paused, a little puzzled. The fold-out bed was pulled out and made up, but it was empty.

Maybe he'd gone out for a late night walk, or something, she thought to herself.

In the kitchen Kristy poured a drink of water and took two aspirin. The young girl lingered a few moments to gaze out the window above the sink at the parking lot behind the apartment building two stories below.