I tell everyone that she is "my niece," which, of course, she clearly isnt. Everyone who knows me knows that I have no siblings and have never been married.
In actuality, Annie is more of an adopted waif. She came into my home and my life a year ago, almost eighteen years old, when her parents were splitting up. She was going through some hard times of her own: Boyfriends, school and then her parents breakdown were causing her no small amount of stress. So when she showed up on my doorstep one day, carrying three stuffed suitcases, I wasnt all THAT surprised. I invited her in, gave her a nice warm meal, showed her the guest bedroom and said goodnight.
Shes been living under my roof ever since.
The problem (if you can even call it a "problem") started shortly after Annie turned eighteen.
Now I had promised her Mom (who was my age, by the way) that I would watch out for her daughter. And since Annies mother had had a reputation for being "hot-to-trot," Id hoped the apple would fall far from THAT tree. *HAH!* Fat chance!! Annie was, by far, even WORSE than her mom, in that regard!!!
It began innocently enough.
Annie is 55" tall, most of her is legs, with a really sexy 34" bust and C cup breasts, that are the softest things this side of marshmallow fluff!!! She always listens to this damn techno-industrial-music crap that drives me nuts! Sometimes, tho, she likes to listen to George Harrison tunes. I love it when she cranks up "While My Guitar Gently Weeps." An all-time fave of mine! I will forever be into jazz, however, so we fight over what music gets played on the stereo!
Annies always been a pretty inhibited young woman. She doesnt like to be nude herself but she doesnt mind seeing me completely nude. She does wear a loose-fitting robe around the house, however, and when she bends over (which she does often, but only when shes sure that Im watching) her robe opens up, giving me a perfect view of her lovely breasts and, mo... Läs hela novellen
