Summer with Unkie

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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When my stepmother accepted a job in Europe just after my graduation from high school, I was sent to live with her brother, my step-uncle. This wasn't a bad thing. A new city meant a new start. And I could use a fresh beginning. I was never popular at all. I hadn't had a real friend since elementary school. No real significant-other to speak of. Just a few different men around town who enjoyed the occasional company of a younger gay boy with a feminine streak. I suppose I would miss those men to some degree.

My stepmother dropped me off at his home on her way to the airport. He was dressed like he always dressed, khaki's, a polo shirt and dress shoes. He stood close to a foot taller than I did, had crystal blue eyes, a full head of dark brown hair and a surprisingly fit body considering he worked a desk job. I was wearing snug fitting denim shorts that covered me to my knees, a looser fitting white t-shirt, white ankle socks, and fairly new white trainers.

It had been a few years since I'd seen him and to my surprise, my uncle looked me up and down the whole time he greeted me, barely making eye contact at all. Being familiar with that sort of look, I couldn't resist pressing my body against his while we embraced. And clung to him longer than a customary uncle-nephew hug. Even after inviting me into his home and following me to the guest room where I'd be living, I caught him checking out my butt whenever I looked back over my shoulder. That encouraged me to put an extra wiggle in my walk.

That whole first day, I don't think he made eye contact for more than a second or two. His eyes were everywhere else on my body, except where they should have been. It was obvious my step-uncle, who I affectionately began calling 'unkie', appreciated how I'd grown. No longer was I just a little boy, I'd grown into a delicate young man with almost shoulder length blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. The fragile type of boy who attracted the attention of a certain type of man. And apparently, Unkie was that sort of man. It made me giggle just to think about the summer we had ahead of us.

He took me out to dinner that first evening together and we got to know each other better. The conversation came easy and by the time the meal was over, I'm sure we both knew we'd get along really well while living together. When we returned to his home, I excused myself to unpack my things. When finished, I changed into a snug fitting pair of cotton shorts and a t-shirt that left my midriff exposed.

I made my way to the living room and found Unkie watching a movie. Before he realized I was in the room, I pulled my shorts up until they slipped between my cheeks and rolled the hem down to reveal even more of my midriff. The outline of my little penis and pouch of marbles was unmistakable. I tiptoed across the room until I stood between him and the television.

After allowing his eyes time to slowly wander up my body, I grinned and said, "I want you to know that I'm really grateful you're letting me stay with you for the summer."

His eyes wandered up and down my body once more before he told me it wasn't a problem and he was looking forward to having some company. My hips squirmed from side to side while I grinned and agreed it was going to be nice not to be alone and I was excited to get to know him better.

Before I moved to take a seat on the couch, I bit my lower lip and said, "This is your home, so if I do anything that's irritating or if you'd like me to do anything differently, please tell me." I moved my hands behind my back and laced my fingers together. While rolling my hips from side to side, I asked in my most timid and submissive voice, "Unkie, do you have any rules I need to follow?"

He groaned softly while his eyes remained focused on my squirming hips, "I can't think of anything at the moment."

With my chin lowered, I looked up at him and whispered, "If you think of anything, anything at all, just tell me okay?" I then giggled, spun around, wiggled my bottom and sat down on the couch. Positioning myself with my head furthest away from him and my legs parted. He handed me the remote and asked me to choose a movie. I browsed through the selection until I found a romantic drama that I knew was filled with brief flashes of nudity and sexual situations.

Throughout the movie, I caught Unkie checking me out. The combination of his eyes on my body and the graphic nature of the movie was more than enough to make my little penis stiff. After letting him watch my penis throb under my cotton shorts for half the movie, I covered my petite bulge with one hand and stood up. I bit my lower lip and told him I needed to go to bed. With my hips squirming around, I walked close to him, bent at the hips and kissed him on the lips. Before he could react, I whispered, "Goodnight!" And rushed down the hall to my room.

He would have to pass by my door on the way to his room. And I made sure to leave it wide open. I slept naked that night covered only by a thin sheet. And I'd intentionally left the clothes I'd worn on the floor just inside the door. I wanted him to know I was naked. I tried to stay awake. I wanted to pretend I was asleep when he walked by my door. But the travels of the day got to me and I soon fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up still covered by the sheet. Looking around the room, I saw the shorts and t-shirt I'd worn the night before had been folded and set on the foot of my bed. He did come in and check on me! I couldn't help but fantasize about him sneaking a peek of my naked body. It was so deliciously naughty.

Slipping back into those shorts, I made sure to pull them up between my cheeks and roll the hem down so my hip bones were exposed. I went without a shirt so he could see my hairless chest, the outline of my ribs, my collar bones, and my little pink nipples.

I made my way toward the smell of coffee and found him dressed for work and setting his cup in the sink. I stood in the archway between the kitchen and living room and made a show of stretching my arms above my head. When he turned and saw me, his mouth fell open and I saw his bulge jump.

I giggled and said, "Good morning Unkie." And then bounced across the room, threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the lips. It was an innocent, bunny kiss. But it was enough to make him gasp softly. It took him a few seconds, but he eventually wrapped his arms around my bare waist. With my arms still around his neck and his still around my waist, I asked him how he slept. He told me he'd slept well and before he could ask, I told him I slept really well too!

While telling me he had to go to work, I felt his hands slowly sliding down my back. His fingertips were technically on the tops of my butt cheeks when he told me he'd be home around five o'clock and I should make myself to home. I told him I'd probably be lazy for most of the day, but that I'd take a bath and be ready for him when he got home. He squeezed me against his body and told me he'd get some take-out on his way home from work.

I giggled and rose up on my tip-toes and kissed him again. He glanced at the clock on the wall and realized he was running late. He excused himself from my embrace and quickly left me all alone in my home for the summer.

My first thought had been to lay out by his swimming pool, but I decided to snoop around my new home first. I steered clear of his bedroom, I didn't want to invade his privacy that blatantly. His kitchen, living room and the bedroom I stayed in held no surprises other than a small collection of softcore porn DVD's hidden amongst his movie collection. The third bedroom is what captured my attention.

A few years before he had been engaged to a woman half his age. Not long after he had proposed, he came home to find her in bed with another man. My uncle threw them both out of the house and never allowed her to return to pick up her belongings. That third bedroom was filled with all that remained of that relationship. It was neatly arranged and looked like a typical guest room at first glance. But opening the drawers of the dresser I found a huge selection of lingerie, swimsuits, cute tee's, little shorts, skinny jeans, and skirts. The closet was filled with dresses, pantsuits, jumpers, and a few formal gowns.

There were several boxes on the closet floor. Two of them were overflowing with shoes and another was filled with feminine bathroom supplies, shampoo, conditioner, bath bombs, brushes, curling irons, blow dryer, etc. There was also a rather large case that was her collection of make-up, she had it all. And now it was mine to play with! It was a sissy boy's paradise! I spent the majority of that day playing dress-up, trying on nearly every piece of clothing in the dresser and closet. A few pieces were too small, but most of the clothes fit me surprisingly well.

After I'd had a late lunch, I moved the box of bathroom supplies from the closet to the bathroom. While the tub was filling, I added a giant lavender bath-bomb from the box. The room quickly filled with a distinctly floral scent that I loved. I'd shaved off my body hair the day before, but I was glad to learn the box contained all the shaving supplies I would need. I slipped off my shorts and settled into the tub. My little penis was stiff and throbbing with excitement, but I forced myself to wash it and not play with it.

While I soaked, I considered all the ways I could tease Unkie. I could begin bathing while he was at home and leave the door halfway open. I could continue to walk around in hardly any clothes. I would greet him with kisses and hugs. Several years before, he had bought me a journal for my birthday and I began writing down naughty fantasies and desires in that book. It was terribly personal and private, but I could leave it out in the open for him to see. My mind ran wild with all the things I could do to turn Unkie on!

When the bath began to cool off, I rose up and dried myself with a fresh towel. I rubbed my body down with the feminine lotion from the box and then brought the manicure kit to the living room. I sat naked on the couch and addressed my finger and toenails. I debated with myself about applying a clear polish and eventually gave in to my desires.

Moments after I'd closed the bottle of polish, my phone rang. I popped up off the couch and made my way to my room while being careful with the wet polish on my toe and fingernails. I couldn't help but smile when I learned it was Unkie calling. I used the pad of my first finger to connect the call on my cell. I then put it on speakerphone.

After a bit of small talk, he asked what I was up too. I giggled, looking down at my naked, smooth body with my stiff little penis and said, "I just got out of the bath and was giving myself a manicure and pedicure."

He responded with, "Aren't you the cutest thing."

After giggling, I dropped my voice to a whisper and said, "Unkie, I need to tell you something. I did some snooping in your spare bedroom. I'm sorry."

His voice sounded raspy when he replied, "It's okay. There is nothing to apologize for."

Still whispering I said, "Your ex-fiance has some really cute things. She has some really sexy things too. Um, would you mind if I wore some of them?"

He sounded a little confused when he began to say, "Honey, those are girl's clothes."

I giggled again, "I know they are girl's clothes!" I then got serious and whispered, "I need to tell you something else Unkie. This morning, while you were at work, I already tried on some of her things."

He tried to stifle a moan and I knew he was turned on thinking about me in girl's clothes.

In my serious voice, "I'm sorry Unkie. I should have asked your permission first. But I couldn't resist playing dress-up."

He groaned before saying, "It's okay Honey. You don't need to apologize. You can wear anything you like in that room. I had planned on throwing all those things away. But now I'm glad I held onto them."

I giggled and thanked him for being so understanding. Unkie then told me he needed to get back to work. I hesitated for a moment while considering what I was about to say. I felt my entire body flush when I said, "I should get dressed. I've been naked this whole time we've been talking!"

He groaned into the phone, "I am going to love every minute we spend together this summer."

I made a kissy sound into the phone and told him to get back to work.

After hanging up, I had a strong desire to masturbate. I somehow denied that desire and after putting away the manicure kit and polish, I went back to the spare room to choose what I'd wear. Browsing through the entire wardrobe, I decided on a tiny, white satin bikini panty and a floral-patterned, silk jumper. The jumper had short sleeves and very short-shorts. The leg openings of the jumper were big enough that I could lift them up and completely expose my sides and pantied penis. There were buttons all the way up the front and the cut of the jumper nipped in at my waist.

I waited until I was completely dressed before looking at myself in the mirror. When I first saw my reflection, a shiver of sissy-shame shot through my body. I looked like the sissy boy I'd always dreamed of being. With my soft and gentle facial features, my collar-length hair and my petite build, I was sure anyone who saw me, would need to question whether I was a girl or a boy.

Until that afternoon, I'd only had access to a few pair of panties. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I'd have an entire wardrobe to play with! And I couldn't have hoped for a better person than Unkie to wear them for. Until that moment in front of the mirror, I'd only planned on teasing him. I knew he would never make the first move, it wasn't in his nature. But allowing me to wear his ex-fiance's clothes and truly be myself that summer made me want to thank him properly. Maybe, if the opportunity arose, Unkie would get lucky before the summer was over.

With those terribly naughty thoughts dancing in my mind, I returned to the bathroom and began to explore my new make-up kit. Having never had the opportunity to really use make-up, I experimented with foundation, mascara, blush, lipstick and so many other beauty items. I spent a few hours watching videos online to learn the proper way to apply some of the things in the case. I applied and washed off my face a dozen times and knew immediately that I'd have a great time making myself up all summer long.

In the end, I kept it simple with a pink-hued lip-gloss, eyeliner and several spritzes of floral scented perfume. I played with my hair and was tempted to experiment with the curling iron, but decided to hold off until I learned more about it. I really didn't want to burn my hair. I brushed it out and teased it so it fluffed up a little. By that point, I had butterflies in my stomach and my little penis was feeling extremely neglected.

I tiptoed back to my room and took a look at my whole appearance in the mirror on the back of my door. I felt extremely sexy and feminine. The silk jumper and satin panty were so light and airy, it felt like I wasn't wearing anything at all. But the jumper looked really cute on my thin body. The way it nipped my waist gave me the figure I'd always dreamed of having. And my legs looked really long with the help of the tiny shorts.

After admiring myself for far too long, I glanced at the clock and learned Unkie would be home soon. The butterflies in my stomach began to riot and I got very nervous about him seeing me dressed as I was. I didn't know how he'd react. I doubt he was expecting me to appear so feminine. After debating about it with myself for a few minutes, I picked up my phone and returned to my place in front of the mirror before calling him.

It rang only once before he picked up, "Hello there Honey!"

I giggled, "Hello Unkie! Are you on your way home?"

"Yep, I just stopped and picked up Chinese for dinner. I'll be home in about 15 minutes."

I shivered and my voice squeaked, "That sounds great. I love Chinese food." My voice cracked again when I uttered, "Um, Unkie, remember earlier today when you said I could wear anything from the spare room that I wanted?"

That raspy sound returned to his voice when he said, "Yes I do."

My little penis was throbbing and my entire body was tingling as I whispered, "Well, I don't want you to be surprised when you see me..."

I thought I heard him moan before saying, "Sweetheart, I love surprises. Did you get carried away?"

I whimpered softly, "Maybe a little bit."

His voice sounded so sexy, "Ever since our talk this morning, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you wearing a dress. Are you wearing a dress?"

The moan that left my mouth was easily loud enough for him to hear, "No, not a dress. But it's close. Do you want me to change into a dress?"

"No, don't change. Stay just as you are. I'm sure you look perfectly adorable. I'll be home soon."

My voice sounded husky, "I'll be here waiting for you. Please hurry."

The next 10 minutes took a lifetime to pass. My heart was pounding in my chest. My penis was throbbing wildly and ran to the bathroom to lower my panties and dab the moisture away with a tissue. I didn't want Unkie to see me with a moist spot on my jumper!

When I heard his car pull into the driveway, I felt faint for a brief moment, but somehow managed to keep from passing out from nerves and arousal. I listened to his car turn off and the door open and close. I gave him a few seconds to approach the front door before I opened it to welcome him home. I stood in the doorway in my cute silk jumper, teased-up hair, subtle make-up and smelling faintly of perfume. I posed for him while he stood just beyond the threshold and let his eyes wander over every inch of my body. He was holding a plastic sack of take-out boxes in one hand, and a tray with two drinks on the other hand.

After several seconds, he groaned, "I was right. You are absolutely adorable."

I giggled and spun around on my toes, "Do you really think so?"

He nodded his head and didn't say a word. The look on his face was proof enough that he really, really liked the way I looked. I eventually stepped out of the way and let him enter his home. After closing the door behind him and before he set our food and drinks down, I approached him on my tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips and then a hug. I was careful not to grind my little penis against him in fear of squirting in my panties. He couldn't return the hug with his hands so full, but I loved pressing my silk covered body against him.

While I was still clinging to his body, he became erect and I could feel his hard cock against my stomach. In that raspy, deep voice, he whispered in my ear, "This is the perfect way to be welcomed home."

I rose up higher on my tiptoes and let my lips brush against his neck while whispering, "I'm glad to hear that. I'll be sure to welcome you home like this, every day, all summer long."

His cock throbbed against me from under his pants. And I had to force myself to end the embrace. As I stepped back away from him, I broke the erotic tension by taking the tray of drinks from his hand. Spinning around, I wiggled my butt as I led the way to the kitchen. I didn't need to look back to see if he was checking me out, I could feel his eyes on me.

I asked him to sit at the table while I got things situated. After setting the tray of drinks on the table, I went to the cupboard to get plates and silverware. While I ran around, I asked how his day was.

His eyes continued to wander over my body while he spoke, "It was the best day I've had in a long time. And it's all thanks to our conversation this morning. All day long, I've been thinking about seeing you dressed just like you are."