When Harry picked me up the following Saturday afternoon, he seemed downright jolly, and even more animated than usual. He told me he was excited to have his niece Rachel for the weekend, after not seeing her for two years.
I interrupted him at that point to tell him I had permission to sleep over night at a friend’s house, so he could have me until Sunday night if he wanted. This seemed to please him, and he smiled widely, nodded his head, and winked at me.
Harry went on to explain that Rachel had lived with him for over a year, when she was 11. Rachel’s dad died when she was 2, and her mother (Harry’s sister) became gravely ill when Rachel was 10. Rachel had come to live with Uncle Harry while her mother recovered and convalesced.
He began taking photographs of her almost every day. Even at 11 years old, she had a magical quality about her that had beautifully blossomed since then. Harry spoke of her almost reverently, like he was in the presence of a Goddess. Rachel became very comfortable in front of Uncle Harry’s camera, and she looked forward to their now almost daily photo shoots after supper each night.
Rachel was open to just about any suggestions that her beloved Uncle Harry could come up with, and Harry was very creative, as usual. She was so open minded and trusting, that she quickly became enmeshed in Uncle Harry’s fantasy world. Besides her being introduced to an entire world of deviant sex, she actually became quite a poised model. In fact, he said, they just finished up a photo session right before he came to pick me up. He told me she was still in her make-up and dress from the shoot, and she was looking better than he had ever remembered.
As we entered Harry’s apartment, he introduced me to Rachel, and I uttered a weak hello in her direction, as I busied myself with taking off my winter coat. As Harry walked our coats to the closet, I turned toward Rachel, and my jaw dropped down to my chest. She was sitting on the couch with her legs folded sideways in front of her body. Her slinky black dress had ridden up her bare thigh and up over her more than ample ass cheek, revealing her smooth pink pussy peeking out behind her legs.
I was immediately and literally dumbstruck. My eyes were as big as saucers. Then, it got worse. Once I was able to pry my eyes away from her exposed girl parts, I took in the view of her face and head. She had the most angelic face. Her big blue eyes were set apart slightly, her nose was perfect, and she was smiling at me brightly with her full lips and her flawless teeth. I could tell her features were accented with makeup, but it was subtle and understated.
Her hair was light brown, long, and flowing over her shoulders. To add insult to injury, as they say, she wore a gold ribbon in her hair. It kind of symbolized her standing as Miss Queen Beautiful.
As my stunned eyes surveyed the rest of her body, I just shook my head in awe. She was tall and slender, with medium sized breasts, and a skinny little waist that gave way to full hips, and a tight, round ass. Her thin, smooth legs went on forever, culminating in a pair of black spiked heels.
I was confused, though. I had a hard time reconciling the fact that, from the neck up she looked like a ten year old cherub, but from the neck down, she could easily pass for twenty. I envisioned myself kneeling in front of her, bowing down, and humbly taking her delicate feet in my hands and kissing them, first one then the other. I might have actually done it, if only I could have moved from my chair. So, now I was not only speechless, but catatonic as well. What a great first impression.
I was temporarily saved from further awkwardness when Harry came into the living room with a bottle of champagne and three glasses. He bent over and kissed Rachel on the lips, and sat down on the couch beside her. As he went about opening the bottle, he proudly bragged on his niece, and called her his little treasure. Rachel expressed how good it was to be there, after not seeing Uncle Harry for so long. She paused, looked up at the ceiling, and smiled broadly as she recalled some past memories, and quietly mumbled something about “those parties”. I could see that she was beginning to blush.
I sat back in my chair, sipping champagne, and I listened to Harry and Rachel reminisce about their times together. It was obvious there was real love and affection, mutually felt. I had a thousand thoughts racing through my head. When Rachel muttered about “those parties”, was she referring to the type of party I attended last weekend? It boggled my already fragile senses.
I also had a strange feeling that I had seen her somewhere before. Obviously, I had never met her in real life, because I’m positive I would have remembered her. I watched Rachel as she swung her legs down off the sofa, and slumped back into the cushions. She hooked her spiked heels on the edge of the coffee table, and she shimmied her body down towards her feet until she was comfortable. At least that made one of us. I felt like I should grab my eyeballs and put them back in their sockets before they popped out completely and dropped on the floor. Her sheer black mini dress was now almost up to her waist, concealing nothing. Even though her legs were closed, I now had a full view up and down the total length of her legs, and there was that little pink pussy winking at me from underneath her legs. I gulped down the last of my champagne, and held my glass out for Harry to refill it. As I settled back down to listen to more stories, I could feel my pulse rate slow somewhat, and I began to feel a little more functional. The feeling didn’t last long. I felt both sets of their eyes on me at once. Uncle Harry nodded towards me and told Rachel that I was the young man he was telling her about. She smiled approvingly, and agreed that I was as cute as Uncle Harry said I was.
I could feel my face redden when I felt the spotlight on me. I smiled sheepishly. Rachel asked me what I did with my time when I wasn’t in school, and I managed to squeak out something about working at the supermarket in the evenings. Emboldened, I returned her gesture at small talk by asking her where she was for the two years she didn’t see Harry. As Harry beamed and stuck out his chest, Rachel told me that she had been all around the world. Doing what? I blurted out. Oh, modeling, of course, she replied nonchalantly.
Harry couldn’t hold back at that point, and took over the story from there. It seemed that, when Rachel lived with him, Harry put together a pretty decent portfolio of his best photographs of her and sent them out to several modeling agencies. Within weeks, he was getting calls about her, and soon they were off to New York City. Rachel wowed the agency people, and she breezed through her auditions. She had bookings lined up by the dozens, and off she went. Harry couldn’t leave his work, so he hired a matronly woman recommended by the agency to be Rachel’s temporary guardian and tutor.
Rachel modeled fashions in L.A., Paris, London, you name it. She made it onto the covers of Seventeen, Elle, and appeared on last month’s edition of Glamour. Then it hit me. I remembered my eyes catching sight of a magnificent, chaste, innocent face on one of the magazine covers on the rack by the checkout line at the supermarket where I worked. I was busy at the time, and had just caught a glimpse of her face. I had made a mental note to go back and check her out later, which I never did. I recalled the bold orange lettering above her head that read GLAMOUR. Needless to say, I was dumbstruck all over again.
Here I was sitting in the same room with a half naked cover girl model, and I was paralyzed. I had never even tried to talk with any of the cute girls at my school, much less dated anyone yet. I was in awe of beautiful young girls, and now I was close enough to one that I could have reached out and touched her, if I could have moved. Luckily, Harry came to my rescue once again.
He explained that his daily photo shoots with her started to get kind of stale, and they thought of ways to spice things up a little. Rachel was completely uninhibited around her uncle, and it seemed natural that she would suggest she take her clothes off for his camera. Uncle Harry went with it, naturally, and soon they took all the nude shots they could think of, in all the poses possible, with all the props imaginable. That’s where the toys came in. Once he introduced Rachel to all the multitudes of sex toys available, they took their photo sessions to a whole new level. Rachel took to the sex toys like they were Barbie dolls. She was anxious to try them all, and Uncle Harry generously obliged.
When they finally tired of each other, Uncle Harry suggested it might be fun if he invited some of his photography buddies over, and they could have a group photo session. It would give her some idea of what it would be like if she was a glamour model. Rachel enthusiastically agreed, and thus began the first of Harry’s famous parties.
So, my nastiest thoughts had been confirmed. Rachel not only attended the same type of Harry’s parties that I did, but she also starred in the very first one. The realization completely boggled my mind. An infinite number of possibilities competed for space in my overwhelmed brain, and finally I just shook my head quickly in an attempt to clear my head. It was a nice idea, but what happened next just blew my gray matter to smithereens.
I heard Harry ask Rachel if she wanted to show me some of her goodness that made her famous. She giggled as she stood up facing me. Harry turned her around, then, he dragged the coffee table away, and he told me to pull my chair up closer to the sofa. As I maneuvered my chair closer, Rachel bent over and put her hands on the seat of the sofa. I slumped hard into my chair like a rag doll, as I watched Harry slip her dress up to her waist, and start rubbing her wiggling ass with both hands. Rachel threw her hair back and let out a low moan. I was a complete puddle, and I felt a rush of electricity go up my spine and appear to streak out the top of my head.
Rachel had the most beautiful round ass I had ever seen in all the naked porn pictures in my life. Her pussy lips jutted out from under her legs, and it was as pink and pure as the day she was born. The only hair anywhere on her whole body was her eyebrows, and the hair on the top of her head. I gasped as I watched Harry coax her legs farther apart, and immediately stick two of his meaty fingers right up inside her eager pussy. Rachel moaned again, and pressed her undulating ass cheeks against his hand. As Harry massaged the inner walls of her glistening pussy, I could feel myself getting light-headed, and my breathing grew heavy.
Harry turned toward me, and asked me if I’d like to feel Rachel’s tight little ass. Of course I did, I thought to myself, and I would surely do so, if I hadn’t passed out and fell sideways off my chair and onto the floor in a pitiful heap.