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She's my niece - my sister's daughter - and I've known her all her life, so I know her like my own daughter. In some ways I'm her father figure, seeing as how her own father decided to jump out of a perfectly good airplane while wearing a parachute that left much to be desired. That was when Lori was eight. That set them up financially for the rest of their lives, but a girl needs a Daddy, and I was the closest thing she had to one.

I couldn't put my finger on it. I watched her sixteen year old hips sway gently as she walked across the parking lot. This whole thing had started when she told me there was this guy she was interested in. He wasn't paying the kind of attention to her that she wanted, and, since he played golf, she wanted me to teach her how to play so she could suggest they had something in common. Then they could go out and play and things would progress Being the good father figure I was, I had agreed.

She was dressed as I had told her to, in a short tennis skirt that wouldn't interfere with her legs, and a tank top that didn't have any material to bind across her shoulders. She had tied back her shoulder length blond hair in a ponytail, so the wind couldn't blow it in her face to distract her. The whole outfit was white and the sun made her stand out. Of course she would stand out anyway.

She had that indescribable natural beauty that didn't rely on or even need cosmetics. Her skirt swished as she walked, her arms swinging confidently. She saw me and grinned, baring brilliantly white teeth, and speeding up enough to make her breasts jiggle under the tank top. I couldn't figure out what it was though. I knew what would be next. When she was thirteen she developed the habit of stalking up to me and yelling, "I'm gonna jump your decrepit old bones!

But for her, back then, it meant running at me, leaping in the air and wrapping her arms and legs around me while I caught her. Then she gave me big smoochy kisses on the cheek as she squealed, "Uncle Bob!

For whatever reason though, she wanted to keep that part of our greeting ritual. These days she simply waited until she was hugging me and then said it in my ear so other people wouldn't hear it. Nowadays I just got a nice close hug. And the kiss on the cheek, of course.

She was still twenty feet away when she squealed "Uncle Bob! She kept coming and hit me hard enough that I staggered back a step as those delightful bouncing breasts slammed into my chest. I felt her wet kiss on my cheek and waited to hear her tell me she was going to jump my bones. I had gotten quite fond of hearing that. Instead she pushed back roughly. That just isn't the sort of thing an uncle says to his lovely niece. Clouds gathered in her gaze, and tears welled up in her brilliant green eyes.

But I can't get him to notice me as a woman! Had we entered a new phase in our relationship or WHAT!? We'd always been able to talk about things, but this was WAY more intimate than we'd ever been before. She was crying big crocodile tears now. I pulled her to me again. What can I say. Yes, I love you and yes, I'll teach you how to play golf so you can have that in common with this boy. Come on, stop crying now. Her back was smooth and I liked rubbing it.

This boy had better be worth it I ought to go find him and The proverbial ton of bricks hit me square on the head. I knew what was different.

As my cute niece sniffled in my chest I realized I was looking at her as a potential sexual partner instead of as my niece. She was in the flush of puberty, nubile, well proportioned and just ripe to have babies, and part of me wanted to be the first man to give her one. Well, not bad, exactly, but I knew I shouldn't feel that way. I should concentrate on being a good uncle. And I told you I'd teach you to play golf, and you're here, so what do you say we dry your beautiful eyes and get started?

She wiped her eyes. I started out explaining that there was a right way and a whole lot of wrong ways to hit the ball, but that if she wanted to learn it right, she should concentrate on using the exact same swing every time she hit the ball, regardless of what club she was holding. She'd been around me enough to have seen me hit a lot of balls, so she was prepared in terms of knowing what to do with the tee.

I, however, was not prepared when she bent over straight-legged and pressed the tee into the ground. Her tennis skirt rode up and I was presented with a prick stiffening view of a pair of well packed, baby blue panties, cradling the nicest, tightest buns I had seen in a long long time. One of her legs left the ground as she over-balanced, and she spread her legs.

I wanted to grab my chest and fall to the ground. The front of my slacks tented out and I looked around hastily to see who else was watching this amazing show. No one, thank goodness. Completely oblivious, Lori stood up and prepared to hit the ball. She took a stance that wasn't bad for a beginner, but all I could think of was, that if I was the ball, I could look up and get a prime view of that sweet teen pussy in those clinging blue panties. I missed her swing completely.

She heeled the ball and it shot off at an oblique angle to her left. She stomped a foot angrily and turned around. Rob will never want to take me out if I do that. That's what I'm here for.

She bent over, same as before and I took the opportunity to adjust my cock so it was straight up and down, against my abdomen. I wasn't paying attention, though, and I knew if I was going to help her I needed to.

I love 'em, but they distract me when you bend over. She stood back up slowly and turned around, smoothing her skirt down over her hips. I knew my mouth was open, and that my face had to be beet red.

I was trying to think of something to say, but I expected her to be pissed, but instead there was this look on her face like, "OK, little boy, we've had fun playing, but we have to pick up our toys now and put them away. It's important that you be able to swivel your hips and twist your thighs She let her eyes slide, ever lower, like she was checking me out. Then she raised them and said, "My swing? I went toward her and she turned around to address the ball again.

I did exactly the same thing I do with everybody else. First I walked around her in a circle, telling her to bend her knees further, or straighten an elbow, or move one foot forward or backward.

Then I got behind her, put my arms around her and gripped her hands. Of course, this put my iron hard prick right in the crack of her ass. I was trying to talk to her about her grip, and moving her fingers with my own, by feel.

I looked over her shoulder and saw that the heel of the club was two inches outside the ball. I pointed that out. What she did was press back against my prick with her ass. I moved my feet and pulled her back, and, of course, that just slammed her ass into my cock again. She wiggled it from side to side. Her ass I mean.

Well, come to think of it, she probably wiggled my prick from side to side too. My left hand, of course, couldn't stay on her left hand. Instead I supported her wrist, then her forearm, and then her elbow as they rose. She did what a lot of inexperienced golfers do and started to straighten up. My left hand slipped off her elbow and landed right on her right breast. That would be her braless, soft, teenage breast. I knew my hand shouldn't be there, so I moved it.

To her LEFT, braless, soft, teenage breast. This was turning into something you'd expect to see in a poorly written porn video. Then I put that hand on her left hip and told her to swing the club without moving her legs.

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She's my niece - my sister's daughter - and I've known her all her life, so I know her like my own daughter. In some ways I'm her father figure, seeing as how her own father decided to jump out of a perfectly good airplane while wearing a parachute that left much to be desired. That was when Lori was eight. That set them up financially for the rest of their lives, but a girl needs a Daddy, and I was the closest thing she had to one.

I couldn't put my finger on it. I watched her sixteen year old hips sway gently as she walked across the parking lot. This whole thing had started when she told me there was this guy she was interested in. He wasn't paying the kind of attention to her that she wanted, and, since he played golf, she wanted me to teach her how to play so she could suggest they had something in common.

Then they could go out and play and things would progress Being the good father figure I was, I had agreed. She was dressed as I had told her to, in a short tennis skirt that wouldn't interfere with her legs, and a tank top that didn't have any material to bind across her shoulders.

She had tied back her shoulder length blond hair in a ponytail, so the wind couldn't blow it in her face to distract her. The whole outfit was white and the sun made her stand out. Of course she would stand out anyway. She had that indescribable natural beauty that didn't rely on or even need cosmetics. Her skirt swished as she walked, her arms swinging confidently. She saw me and grinned, baring brilliantly white teeth, and speeding up enough to make her breasts jiggle under the tank top.

I couldn't figure out what it was though. I knew what would be next. When she was thirteen she developed the habit of stalking up to me and yelling, "I'm gonna jump your decrepit old bones! But for her, back then, it meant running at me, leaping in the air and wrapping her arms and legs around me while I caught her. Then she gave me big smoochy kisses on the cheek as she squealed, "Uncle Bob!

For whatever reason though, she wanted to keep that part of our greeting ritual. These days she simply waited until she was hugging me and then said it in my ear so other people wouldn't hear it. Nowadays I just got a nice close hug. And the kiss on the cheek, of course. She was still twenty feet away when she squealed "Uncle Bob! She kept coming and hit me hard enough that I staggered back a step as those delightful bouncing breasts slammed into my chest.

I felt her wet kiss on my cheek and waited to hear her tell me she was going to jump my bones. I had gotten quite fond of hearing that. Instead she pushed back roughly. That just isn't the sort of thing an uncle says to his lovely niece. Clouds gathered in her gaze, and tears welled up in her brilliant green eyes.

But I can't get him to notice me as a woman! Had we entered a new phase in our relationship or WHAT!? We'd always been able to talk about things, but this was WAY more intimate than we'd ever been before. She was crying big crocodile tears now. I pulled her to me again. What can I say.

Yes, I love you and yes, I'll teach you how to play golf so you can have that in common with this boy. Come on, stop crying now. Her back was smooth and I liked rubbing it.

This boy had better be worth it I ought to go find him and The proverbial ton of bricks hit me square on the head. I knew what was different. As my cute niece sniffled in my chest I realized I was looking at her as a potential sexual partner instead of as my niece.

She was in the flush of puberty, nubile, well proportioned and just ripe to have babies, and part of me wanted to be the first man to give her one.

Well, not bad, exactly, but I knew I shouldn't feel that way. I should concentrate on being a good uncle. And I told you I'd teach you to play golf, and you're here, so what do you say we dry your beautiful eyes and get started?

She wiped her eyes. I started out explaining that there was a right way and a whole lot of wrong ways to hit the ball, but that if she wanted to learn it right, she should concentrate on using the exact same swing every time she hit the ball, regardless of what club she was holding.

She'd been around me enough to have seen me hit a lot of balls, so she was prepared in terms of knowing what to do with the tee. I, however, was not prepared when she bent over straight-legged and pressed the tee into the ground.

Her tennis skirt rode up and I was presented with a prick stiffening view of a pair of well packed, baby blue panties, cradling the nicest, tightest buns I had seen in a long long time. One of her legs left the ground as she over-balanced, and she spread her legs. I wanted to grab my chest and fall to the ground. The front of my slacks tented out and I looked around hastily to see who else was watching this amazing show. No one, thank goodness.

Completely oblivious, Lori stood up and prepared to hit the ball. She took a stance that wasn't bad for a beginner, but all I could think of was, that if I was the ball, I could look up and get a prime view of that sweet teen pussy in those clinging blue panties. I missed her swing completely. She heeled the ball and it shot off at an oblique angle to her left.

She stomped a foot angrily and turned around. Rob will never want to take me out if I do that. That's what I'm here for. She bent over, same as before and I took the opportunity to adjust my cock so it was straight up and down, against my abdomen.

I wasn't paying attention, though, and I knew if I was going to help her I needed to. I love 'em, but they distract me when you bend over. She stood back up slowly and turned around, smoothing her skirt down over her hips. I knew my mouth was open, and that my face had to be beet red. I was trying to think of something to say, but I expected her to be pissed, but instead there was this look on her face like, "OK, little boy, we've had fun playing, but we have to pick up our toys now and put them away.

It's important that you be able to swivel your hips and twist your thighs She let her eyes slide, ever lower, like she was checking me out. Then she raised them and said, "My swing? I went toward her and she turned around to address the ball again. I did exactly the same thing I do with everybody else.

First I walked around her in a circle, telling her to bend her knees further, or straighten an elbow, or move one foot forward or backward. Then I got behind her, put my arms around her and gripped her hands.

Of course, this put my iron hard prick right in the crack of her ass. I was trying to talk to her about her grip, and moving her fingers with my own, by feel. I looked over her shoulder and saw that the heel of the club was two inches outside the ball. I pointed that out. What she did was press back against my prick with her ass.

I moved my feet and pulled her back, and, of course, that just slammed her ass into my cock again. She wiggled it from side to side. Her ass I mean. Well, come to think of it, she probably wiggled my prick from side to side too.

My left hand, of course, couldn't stay on her left hand. Instead I supported her wrist, then her forearm, and then her elbow as they rose. She did what a lot of inexperienced golfers do and started to straighten up. My left hand slipped off her elbow and landed right on her right breast.

That would be her braless, soft, teenage breast. I knew my hand shouldn't be there, so I moved it. To her LEFT, braless, soft, teenage breast.

This was turning into something you'd expect to see in a poorly written porn video. Then I put that hand on her left hip and told her to swing the club without moving her legs.

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  1. I knew my hand shouldn't be there, so I moved it. If you fight it, your stance is off, your swing is off, and your game is off.

  2. I watched her sixteen year old hips sway gently as she walked across the parking lot. I reached up and covered them with my hands.

  3. Well, not bad, exactly, but I knew I shouldn't feel that way. I was having fun watching those panties each time she bent over to tee up another ball. I didn't get it yet.

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