Chapter I - "The Visit" Uncle Bill had just come home from a busy work day at the office and was waiting for his date, Marina to show up at the door. Mr. French, the butler had been preparing dinner for them when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it, Sir," Mr. French said in his thick, British accent. When the door opened, there stood, not Marina, but Uncle Bill's half-sister, Mary. Uncle Bill came into the foyer to see what was going on, half expecting to see sexy Marina, but instead saw Mary who stood aside to show that she had brought the twins along with her. The twins, Jody and Buffy were the products of another sister who had been killed in an auto accident several years earlier along with her husband. The twins, though orphaned, had been left in the charge of Mary's family and Uncle Bill jointly. The arrangement had been for Mary to have taken care of them, while Uncle Bill provided most of their support. Mary said, "I'm sorry, Bill, but the time has come when you are going to have to take them in for a while." Uncle Bill was shocked, "But, but, our arrangement... I can't... You..." Mary put up her hand and said, "I know, Bill, but something has come up. My husband has been called to the African coast to head up an office there. We don't know how long we will be there or whether the conditions would be right for the twins. After all, you did promise that some day you would take charge of them for a while." "Yes, yes, but not now! After all, my job... the city... I just don't have the time or the room..." Just then Marina appeared at the door. "Ohhh! Bill, I didn't know you were married... with kids, too!" Marina said, half joking. Mary was looking Marina up and down... While Mary was on the short side of five-foot-two and broomstick thin, Marina was almost as tall as Bill and had curves where most women didn't even have places. One of her better features, as far as Bill was concerned was a set of knockers that would have set most knickerbockers on their ear. They weren't merely bosoms, or hooters... calling them "breasts" would have been doing them a great injustice. The term "rack" simply didn't apply, while a "rack" sits up in front of a woman's chest, these were the entire chest... and then some! If you didn't know better you would think that she had been carrying two loads of laundry around in large sacks in front of her! Some times she would pretend to do just that to avoid uncomfortable confrontations. Tonight, however, she was wearing a low-cut sparkly purple velvet top that showed them off. Bill had planned an evening at home for the two of them... French was going to serve the dinner, then, when the time was appropriate, quietly slip away to a movie and not come back till dawn. The fact that Marina was wearing a very expensive silky satin skirt to a "home dinner" meant that she was intending for this to be a memorable night! Mary, quite wrongly, had quickly assumed that Marina was fake from head to toe. Uncle Bill, inwardly knew that she wasn't and was very happy about it. Mary says to Bill, "I see what has been keeping you so busy!" Marina, feeling uncomfortable, says, "I'm sorry, Bill, I didn't mean to intrude on a Family Affair!" She turns and leaves, Bill calls after her, "Sorry, Marina, I'll call you later." Hoping that Marina will return his calls after this. Uncle Bill felt something go very limp in his shorts... He had planned quite an evening, Marina had been very impressed with Bill, until now. She liked his wealth, the fact that he was just old enough to be distinguished, but young enough to be quite active. The active part was what Bill had been counting on for this evening. There was a warm bed in the main bedroom just big enough for two... or four, if you counted Marina's biggest assets. Bill had been waiting for this evening for a long time... While there were plenty of young women who would have been happy to have been Bill's date for the evening, he had never run into any that were as gorgeous as Marina, or as friendly... "Well, she's a good sport," he thought, "There will be another time." Still... he thought of her twitchy little rump as she walked away... her circus balloon-sized natural breasts that he could still see the sides of, even though she was walking away from him, her nylon covered thighs that you couldn't see, but Bill had seen them before when she had worn a very short skirt... and her muscular, though very feminine calves that he knew she got from the years she had spent dancing with the Rockettes, and sighed, shuddered and cried inside... and he thought of the empty bed in the other room... Mary snapped him back to reality, "Bill! That's it! There's no argument! You're just going to have to take them!" By this time there was little fight left in him and when he even had thought of an argument she had dropped off the twins luggage and made a hasty retreat. Mr. French had already gone several degrees into heavy apoplexy! He was a "Gentleman's Gentleman," a butler of the Old School... used to being in the service of a well-to-do bachelor. He knew that there would come a time when his employer might get married, and even have children of his own. But, the way that Uncle Bill carried on with his lady-friends, and the way that he seemed to enjoy it... French figured on a long bachelor life before that happened. These kids, as nice as they were, were bound to cause him some trouble. He didn't have much experience with children, and when they started running around, getting into everything, his Irish was bound to come out! And... French didn't think he had any Irish in him! So... French and Uncle Bill were going to have to have a deep discussion that evening, after putting the two inquisitive little devils to bed. Bill was quite surprised at the twins. For six-year-old kids they were quite advanced, physically, that is. Jody had a considerable whang on him, Bill noticed as he helped them into their PJ's. "I wasn't hung that well when I was eighteen," he thought, "and little Buffy... My god! She had a cantaloupe-sized pair of breasts on her, but almost no hips, yet! Mary had to buy her a different size pajama top just to fit her. These kids are really going to be something when they get old enough to understand what it means!" He remembered that their mother was very busty too, but he didn't know about their fathers dong... judging from Jody, though, he must have been a horse! As he was struggling to put Buffy's top on her she said, "That's nothing, Uncle Bill, you should see Sissy!" Bill remembered Sissy, the twins older sister. She had gone off to college on the west coast some time ago, was still there when her parents were killed, and soon after had gone off and joined some commune, somewhere among the Indian pueblos in the desert. He didn't remember too much about her, except that she had a very independent spirit. That night, the two of them made some tentative decisions. Mr. French suggesting that the twins be shipped off to some kind of boarding school, Bill retorting that his sister had made that mistake before and it wasn't good for the kids. It was finally decided to wait for awhile and see... Accommodations were made, the kids would take French's room, temporary quarters were set up for French in the den and everything was just fine... The next day, Bill got a call at work from Mr. French. Apparently the kids, innocently enough, had started a small fire. It was quickly put out, but when the smoke had cleared the twins were nowhere to be found. A search was mounted by Bill and French, but to no avail... They looked all over the apartment, asked about the apartment complex, looked and asked all around the neighborhood, with no results. At the end of the afternoon, when they were just deciding to call in the authorities, there came a knock at the door. They had a perfectly good bell, why would anybody knock? Bill was closest to the door, so he answered it. When the door opened, there on the stoop was a pair of blimps, floating there, apparently attached to a young, freckle-faced girl with a backpack. "Uncle Bill!" she screamed, jumping on him, wrapping her legs around him and pushing the floating blimps up into his face! He felt the blimps, realized just what they were, and that they were real, and came to the conclusion that this must be... "Sissy!" he said, "Where did you... wha... ?" "Oh, I heard from Mary that she was bringing the twins here and decided that you might need some help!" she said, still holding him tight. Uncle Bill peered out above her ballooning bosoms and squeaked, "We do!" She finally got down and gave Bill a chance to get a good look at her... "My God," he thought, "she's a miniature version of Marina. I mean... put some pancake makeup on her, a city-style hair-do, some heels and... a nice, sexy dress and... and..." He mentally slapped himself, trying to remind himself that this was his niece... a very nice niece... but a niece! "Well, what have they done, now?" she said, unhitching her backpack in a way that made her boobs bounce ever so, and completely entranced both Bill and French. She caught them looking and walked up toward Bill, walking in such a way that made her boobs slide left and right under her shirt! You could just tell that she was not wearing any undergarment! Then she turned and walked up to French, pushed her breasts into his chest and cooed, "Did you get into some kind of trouble, do you want me to help you... out?" Bill could see that French's knees were wobbling, so he got her attention away from him by explaining what happened with the twins. "Oh, they do that all the time!" she said, matter-of-factly. "They're around here somewhere... let's see..." She first went to the kitchen, saw where the fire had been, nodded her head, sniffed around in the living room a bit, then headed straight for the main bedroom. She pointed to the closet with the sliding-door. French opened it, Bill said that they had already looked in there. She held her finger to her nose and pointed to the large portmanteau that was kept for long trips. It was wiggling a little, and there were giggling sounds coming from it. French unzipped it and two naked little angels tumbled out. The two twins were huddled together very closely. Buffy had her considerable breasts up in Jody's face, and Jody had a prodigious hard-on which was partly up Buffy's little fuzzy cooze! When they finally got them separated, Uncle Bill said, "Where are your jammies?" The two of them said, almost together, "Oh, Uncle Bill, we can get closer and hide better without them." "Well, why were you hiding?" asked Bill. They looked down and Buffy finally said, "Well... we... we... did... something bad and were afraid... We always hide when we're afraid." French said, "Sir, did you see what they were... doing?" Sissy broke in, "Oh, they always get a little frisky when they're hiding. Don't worry, it's not like they actually understand it... not like us adults..." giving Uncle Bill a look that could have melted his zipper. "Anyway, that's what I'm here for... to be a babysitter... and to help take care of them... and to see you, Uncle Bill!" finally melting Uncle Bill's zipper! "Sissy!" the twins shouted, rushing up to hug her. As they hugged and said their hello's, Bill wondered if Sissy ever nursed them when she was younger. She could nurse an army, now! Uncle Bill sighed and resigned himself to having to take on the whole brood. Out of the corner of his eye he could see French's eyes rolling up. Mr. French never did like children, this was going to be hard on him... and teenagers... French was a confirmed bachelor, he probably was a virgin, and didn't have a clue what to do with a randy teenage girl! Sissy noticed a photograph on the nightstand by Bill's bed and asked him who it was. He told her it was Marina, a girlfriend of his who had been a dancer, had recently started modeling lingerie, and would probably never speak to him again. Sissy looked the picture over very carefully and finally said, "Nice... is that all her ?" pointing to the boobs, even though Marina had her back to the camera when the fashion photog had taken the picture, they were very obvious. "Yes... she's quite... well... quite..." "She sure is!" Sissy said, sticking her chest out and comparing her own very obvious boobs with Marina's, and finding herself quite comparable! "I can see why you like her! Are you a 'Tit man' Uncle Bill?" Sissy said, moving slowly and seductively up to him, unbuttoning several top buttons on her already straining shirt, and letting him have a better look. Uncle Bill was already sweating... he loosened his tie, backed away from Sissy like she was on fire and said, "She... has... other qualities..." "I'll bet she does!" Sissy said, giving him an all-knowing look. "We're going to have to make some accommodations." Bill said, trying to change the subject, "I could put the twins in with French, but he is very uncomfortable with kids. He even suggested that I put them up with a boarding school. I was almost convinced after the fire, but it would not be good for them..." "Oh, no!" Sissy retorted, "That would be a terrible thing! I tell you what... why don't you put me in with Mr. French. It would give me a chance to get to know him better, maybe I can convince him to reconsider." "But, that wouldn't be proper!" Bill was a little shocked at her suggestion. "Believe me," Sissy went on, "I've been in places that were a lot less proper! Besides, he's such a nice old gentleman. I've got a sleeping bag... it would only be until you could make other arrangements..?" Sissy had a way of being very persuasive, she'd bat her eyes, wiggle her nubile body... she could probably talk an emperor out of his kingdom! Bill relented, "Ok, ok... but go easy on him, please? He's... well..." "Kinda Milquetoastish?... a little shy... a pansy?" Sissy teased. "Perhaps all of the above... just be careful... I need him, he's the best of an old breed." Bill felt the need to defend his old retainer. Perhaps it was just Bill's imagination, but at the word "breed" Sissy seemed to wriggle just a little more seductively than usual, which was quite a lot. Well, Sissy didn't need to unpack her sleeping bag. It just happened that there was another foldable cot, like the one that French was using, so Sissy had a comfortable place to sleep. The real problem came when they were trying to decide what she should sleep in. She had no PJ's and told Bill that she normally slept "sky-clad" as she put it. It took a little translating before they figured out that she meant in the altogether, "nude," as it were! Well, one look at French told him that it wouldn't work, even with sheets and blankets! Buffy came to the rescue when she showed them that Mary had packed some larger sized garments that just might fit Sissy. Apparently she had been preparing for a very long stay for the twins! Well, Sissy went into the bathroom and tried on the largest PJ bottoms and tops that Buffy had in her hope chest. While the bottoms fit well enough, the top was another matter. While Mary had planned ahead for Buffy's young growing spurts, she had not considered that any of the things would be worn by an unbelievably busty teenager. Sissy stood there in front of the bedroom mirror with the top not even able to be buttoned and the edges of the seam just covering her nipples. Every time she moved a little bit one of her breasts would pop out and if she took a breath, a vast cavern of cleavage would open up and both bosoms would burst into full view. Buffy said, "See, I told you." Jody was showing signs of a huge erection which was poking its way out of his PJ's unbuttoned fly. The twins joked with each other and ran off to bed. Bill was getting quite uncomfortable in his Jockey's himself and reminded himself again that he was going to have to start wearing boxers. "It was a good thing French was down in the kitchen," Bill thought, "who knows what kind of reaction he would have! "Well, young lady, it seems we are going to have to go shopping tomorrow!" Bill said, trying to hide the fact that he was turned on like crazy. Sissy definitely noticed the huge bulge in his pants and said, "Well, Uncle Bill, if you think that I might disturb Mr. French, I could always slide under the covers with you." and was pleased by the reaction she saw in his eyes and his pants. "No, young lady, you can just put on a sweater over the top and we can find you something more suitable tomorrow." Bill said, turning away to find a sweater that might fit her and to keep her from seeing his giant boner! He was able to find a very bulky pull-over that he thought would be too big even for her. He was amazed to see that it barely covered even the top of her bosoms, and was stretched to the limit. When she took a deep breath it started to rip at the seams. Well, he was never going to wear that one again! It was good enough, however, with the top part of her chest covered with sweater, and the bottom half barely covered with Pajama tops, it would do. So she retired to the den and was under the covers when French finally finished in the kitchen and went to bed... However, she woke when he came in and covertly watched him undress for a while. When he was finally in bed, she spoke up, "Mr. French?" He didn't know whether he should say anything or not, but he was trained to be polite, "Y... yes...?" Sissy continued, "I'd like to talk to you about something, if you don't mind..." Next Up - Chapter II - "On the Town"