Sexy niece enjoys summer job in uncle’s photography studio. (This story contains incest/taboo sex)
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“And finally, young lady, you’ll not be going to Europe with us this summer,” Emily’s dad said, his face was flushed after the 10-minute telling off he’d just given his daughter. “You’re going to your Uncle Mike’s house where you’ll be staying when we’re in Europe and every day you’ll go to work with him in order to earn back some of the money that we just had to pay for the damage you and your friends caused. Have I made myself clear?”
“Yes, sir,” Emily looked down and bit her lip.
“Then go to your room. I don’t want to see you again tonight. You will have your dinner in your room tonight.”
Emily went to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. Damn, damn, damn!!!!! How could it have gone so wrong? And now she wasn’t going to Europe! She’d been looking forward to this trip all year. It was going to be her graduation gift. It had been planned all around her and now her pesky little sisters Sarah and Jennifer were going to get to experience all the things she’d dreamt of for so long while she was stuck working for Uncle Mike all summer.
It was only supposed to be a small prank. Every year the seniors at Preston High decorated the school with colourful flowers a week before graduation. This year Kellie Parker had been in charge and Emily and her friends hated Kellie Parker. She’d bossed them around for 12 years so they decided to send her off with a parting gift worth remembering. To make a long story short, their plan had backfired, the paint they’d got didn’t just wash off with water, and their beautiful white stucco school building now looked like the scene of a frenzied mass stabbing.
They’d all been suspended from their own graduation and it was only because the principal didn’t want any more bad publicity that he hadn’t reported them to the police or notified the colleges they were going to. If they agreed to leave quietly and pay for the damage, their transcripts wouldn’t show any sign of what had happened. To top it all off, Kellie Parker was the big hero of the moment since her quick actions had stopped the plot in time so that the front of the school hadn’t been damaged.
A week later Emily stood in the doorway of her uncle’s photographic studio and glared as her parents’ car drove off to the airport. She’d begged with them all week. She’d been convinced that they would end up letting her off with a less severe punishment like they always did. But this time they hadn’t relented. She kicked the door frame. Damn it! She was 18 years old now. Her dad had reminded her that she wouldn’t be an adult in his eyes until she starting paying her own way, and with 4 years of college ahead of her, that seemed a long way off.
“Come on, Em,” her uncle called. “Life sucks, so get over it. We’ve got some serious food to photograph today.”
Uncle Mike was so lame. He was a photographer, but not one of the cool photographers who did fashion shoots with famous designers and cool magazines. His business consisted of food for cookbooks, nuts and bolts for catalogues, plants for brochures, boring shit like that. Emily had seen his work at grandma’s house (where a nut and bolt photo was displayed on the wall, along with photos of all the grandkids) and she knew that this was going to be the most boring summer ever. She wasn’t wrong. She spent the day painting olive oil on cold food to make it look more appealing.
There wasn’t anything to do during the long breaks either. The photography studio was a huge warehouse in the middle of an industrial estate and there wasn’t a soul to speak to when she went outside. When they were done with the food photos and the cookbook people had left for the day, Uncle Mike was busy with Photoshop. There was a knock on the door and Emily took delivery of the props needed for the next day’s photo shoot. Her heart sank when she saw the plethora of power tools being carried in. Tomorrow was going to be even more boring than today.
Emily’s heart sank further when Uncle Mike drove her home. Not only had her phone been confiscated for the summer, she hadn’t been allowed to bring her car. She was in effect grounded at Uncle Mike’s house that was located four miles from the rest of civilisation. Sarah and Jennifer had going to the library for her and they’d taken out as many books as they could, but Emily knew that they wouldn’t last long this summer.
The next morning was hot, and remembering the temperatures in the warehouse the previous day Emily decided to wear a tank top and cut-offs. She knew that her 34C chest and skinny waist looked great in that outfit and it felt so wasted on her current job. She wished that Ben or Sam would be able to come and pick her up for a quickie to pass the time. Neither was her boyfriend, but she’d fucked both that spring. But they were also suffering from the wrath of their parents after the prank that went wrong. Sam had been sent off to some cousins for the summer and Ben was working in his parents’ store.
When they got to the photography studio, Uncle Mike asked Emily to start building a workshop for the power tool shoot. After a while she heard voices and soon Uncle Mike showed up with a short man and three gorgeous women.
“Em, this is Barry from the power tool company. And these are three of the models we’re using today, Tricia, Lizzie and Jana.”
Emily greeted them and wondered why they’d need such beautiful models for the stupid power tools.
“So yeah,” Barry started talking as he inspected the scene that Emily had created. “This is good. We’re aiming for 3 photos of each girl, with a different tool each time. Annette will be around later for her photos so let’s get started with these three. Don’t worry about the months now, I’ll decide on that when I get the photos. I only know that I want Annette for December, you did say that you’ve got a Santa hat and tinsel for that photo, didn’t you?”
“Yeah,” Uncle Mike replied. “Em, can you go to the store room and find the boxes marked Christmas and find those things?”
Emily did as she was told. It took quite a while because Uncle Mike had hundreds of boxes of props. When she finally found them she returned to the warehouse and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. The models had all changed into miniscule cut-off jeans. Tricia and Lizzie were wearing t-shirts and sitting on the couch looking bored and leafing through magazines. Jana, on the other hand, was posing topless for Uncle Mike with an electric drill in her hand and her red lips wrapped seductively around the drill bit.
Emily couldn’t believe her eyes. She’d thought it was going to be a boring catalogue photo shoot, but this was nothing short of porn. She’d never known that Uncle Mike did this sort of thing, but then again it wasn’t exactly something that grandma would necessarily know, and definitely not brag about. If she was honest, she didn’t think her dad knew either. For the next two hours she watched how the three models licked, sucked and straddled the power tools in various suggestive poses. The whole experience made her feel really horny.
By the time the three models left, Annette still hadn’t showed up and Barry was getting annoyed. The deadline for his calendar was that week and Uncle Mike was busy the rest of the week so they didn’t have time to reschedule. When Barry finally got hold of Annette it turned out that she’d been offered something that paid better so she wasn’t coming. With the other three already gone, Barry was in a flat spin. He couldn’t find anyone else at such short notice.
“What about her?” Barry asked Uncle Mike and pointed at Emily. “Her legs are awesome and her tits look nice and big.”
Emily couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She looked over at her uncle who shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s up to you, Em.”
“Really? What about my dad?”
“I’m not stupid, Em. As far as he’s concerned you’re only being my assistant. You can keep the money. I’m sure it’ll come in handy when you go off to college?”
“The money?” Emily hadn’t thought about that. “How much would I get paid?”
Barry mentioned a sum that made what she owed her dad for the damage seem like pennies.
“I’ll do it!”