“They are a lot bigger now.” I replied. “A lot.”
The young girl arrived the next Monday. I couldn’t help but notice the long skirt, and the loose black sweater she was wearing. My first thought was, what was she hiding under that long baggy outfit?
Erica was five foot two, with raven black hair and a pale complexion. Her green eyes were striking, and from what I could tell her tits were good sized under that baggy sweater and her butt round and firm. She had grown up into a good-looking woman I thought to myself.
I hadn’t seen her for almost fourteen years and I was surprised she remembered me at all.
Her mother and I had grown apart many years ago and I had never known her father. He had left them when she was small, and her mother remarried later.
I had read over her resume and saw that she was very intelligent, achieving at a very high level, reflected in her SAT scores.
I gave her a quick tour of the house, the large kitchen, the sauna and jacuzzi, my office and master suite. And the Playroom.
“The Playroom is for working out, yoga, weights, and relaxing after. There’s a shower just off, see?”
“Wow. Your home is amazing.” The young girl said.
“It’s comfortable and functional. Here’s your room, make yourself at home.” I said.
“It’s perfect. I can’t thank you enough.” She said.
“If you’re willing, you can help me with my business here at home.” I offered. “Some light bookkeeping, online scheduling and some social media marketing.”
“Of course, I need to repay you in some way for letting me stay here.” Erica replied. “If there’s anything else I can do, please let me know.”
“Hmm. Can you cook?” I said smiling.
In the living room the Boys were standing side by side to greet the visitor.
This is Rex, this is Caliban.” I said, indicating the big dogs.
“Can I pet them?’ She asked.
“Of course, they love people. Especially women.” I said as the young girl ran her hands over the big beasts.
“I didn’t imagine them to be so huge.” she said in wonder.
“They’re gentle and quiet. They both like you, see?”
The massive dogs were on each side of her now, pressing in for her attention.
“Imagine walking down the street with these two. No one would dare come close to you.” I said.
“Yeah, no kidding.” the young girl said, hugging them both.
I began with small tasks for her, but I soon sensed that the young girl relished taking orders. I decided to see if I could expand on her desire to please and help her find her place in the order of things.
I began making larger demands, and rewarding her with praise. She began going out of her way to please me.
I upped the praise ante, now giving her small touches, hugs or kisses on the forehead.
I could see how pleasing me satisfied her deeply, and how order and structure comforted her.
She did have other issues. I noticed her nervousness, difficulty interacting and communication issues with others, especially men.
One night I questioned her about it.
“I’m on the spectrum.” She replied. “I’m good with numbers and writing but not interacting.”
“I’m well aware of the issues. I have them all, just like you. That’s why I work remotely. I rarely see clients, or shop.” I admitted to her.
“You have Asperger’s?”
“A form of it.” I replied.
“I’m terrible with men. And they all want to talk to me. It’s uncomfortable.” Erica replied, sipping her wine.
“Yes, men can be bothersome, troublesome. They see someone beautiful like you, they all want the same thing.”
“That’s for sure.”
“Your Stepfather. Did he ever…come on to you?”
A pause.
“Yes. Not long after I turned eighteen. He didn’t wait long.
My Mother had stopped having sex with him. He turned to me. He liked looking at me. He liked to sit next to me and feel my boobs while he played with himself.”
“Did he ever fuck you?”
“Eventually. He was very persistent, good looking. I thought I was in love with him for a while.” The young girl said.
“He was a substitute for the father that left?” I offered.
“I guess. Sometimes I would imagine I had found my Dad after years, and he didn’t know it was me. I would imagine I was fucking him, making him happy.”
“That didn’t last though, did it?” I said.
“No, he left like my Dad did. Found another young girl to fuck him and left my mom. She blames me for him leaving.”
Now I understood the baggy sweaters and hesitancy with men.
“Well, I haven’t been on a date for years.” I said. “Or been with a man.”
“What about…” she hesitated, blushing.
“Sex? There are alternatives if you don’t want to deal with men.” I said, smiling.
“You mean women?” She said blushing again.
I smiled and poured more wine.
I left the conversation there, I could see she was curious, and our similarities were drawing us together.
Caliban laid his huge head on her leg.
“He likes you.” I said.
“He’s a beautiful animal. And I love him.” She said, rubbing his ears.
The huge dog looked at her lovingly.
“He’s a very loving, devoted friend.” I said. “And obedient.”
We both laughed.
Erica ran her hands through his soft coat.
“We’re not going to run off on you.” I said hugging the young brunette.
After Erica finished her college interviews in the area, she asked if she could stay for the rest of the month.
“I feel so relaxed here, so comfortable.”
“Of course honey. I want you to stay as long as you like.”
I was getting used to having another female around, And I had to admit I felt a strong attraction to the young girl. The fact that she was my niece didn’t bother me. That was all years ago. She was very much like myself, intelligent and inquisitive. But unlike me, a bit naive, and very submissive.
“I remember you, from when I was little.” She said one day. “ I thought you were the most beautiful woman, like a princess.”
“That was a lifetime ago. Almost fourteen years. I don’t remember much about you.” I said.
“I don’t want you to think of me like that. Your niece, a little girl.”
“As you wish, of course.”
“I wish we could be strangers, just meeting. Then I could be whatever you want.”
“What about what you want?” I asked.
“I want to make you happy.” She said, smiling shyly.
We spent a lot of time together, working, playing games, and doing yoga.
When she did leave the house she seemed so relieved to return and be with me and the Boys.
She would feed them and prepare a nice dinner for me.
After dinner we would all retire to the living room and she would bring me a glass of wine.
As more time passed our relationship grew, and a rapport developed.
And beyond that I was building in her a dependency on my strength and confidence. I sensed that the young woman craved a kind, firm and loving dominance. In order to feel safe and secure, I felt she was prepared to give up all control to the right person.
And soon, I would see if that person was me.
One month stretched into another, and another.
Erica bonded with the Boys, especially Caliban.
She took great pleasure in walking him, bathing him, brushing his coat. Soon they were almost inseparable. He would sleep in her room sometimes and laid on the couch with her, his huge head on her lap.
Her hands were on him constantly, the big animal provided her with comfort, security and companionship.
I felt maybe he liked her as much as I did.
Not long after this, he started showing it..
“I was brushing Caliban this morning and something happened.”
“He likes being brushed.”
“He got excited.”
“What do you mean?”
“I saw his penis.”
“Was it hard?”
“Yeah, it was huge.”
“Hmm, fully out?”
“Yeah, I mean, it was so big, you couldn’t miss it”
“He’s a big boy, he’s very well endowed. Did you touch him?”
A long pause
“It’s alright if you did.”
“I’m sorry, I was so curious. I just put my hand under it, you know and then I held it.”
“And?”
“He got wet.”
“Well, he really likes you. My Boys think they’re human sometimes. He has a crush on you.”
She blushed deeply.
“I’ll take care to not let that happen again.” Erica said.
“Nonsense. It’s natural for him to get aroused when you’re handling him. And for you to be curious.”
It was a good sign that things were progressing. There were others.
We sat close together, if possible, and embraced often. She would snuggle against me while we watched a movie and she loved to hold my hand. Our hugs were long and frequent.
Another sign came a few nights later.
“May I sauna with you next time? I’ve never been in one.” Erica asked.
“We’ll take one tonight. It’s very relaxing, soothing and healthy. You’ll enjoy it.” I said.
The sauna was one of the additions I had made to the house after buying it. The room was enlarged and the sauna installed, along with the small lap pool and hot tub.
The sauna could fit two, maybe three people, but I rarely had guests.
I hung my robe up and wrapped a towel around my midsection and tied my hair up. Erica hesitated for a moment and took off her robe as well. I caught a look at her body as she turned away. I knew she had a nice butt and now I could see her tits were round, firm and larger than they had looked in the baggy clothes she wore. Her skin was pale and contrasting starkly with her dark hair.
We settled in on the wood bench and activated the steam.
“This helps you relax?” Erica asked.
“In a few minutes the dry air will start to draw out toxins as we sweat. There’s water for us both, it’s important to stay hydrated here.” I explained.
Both bottles contained three micrograms of THC. I had started microdosing years ago, and now was slowly introducing my young niece to it.
The steam helps raise the temperature and expand blood vessels. This improves circulation and lowers your blood pressure. And helps you relax.’ I said, loosening my towel.
“It feels nice.”
The small size of the sauna placed Erica shoulder to shoulder with me. I could sense the tension leaving her body as she settled in, leaning against me a bit.
We made some small talk about our social anxiety, work and eventually, sex.
“It’s just too much pressure. Are they going to get me pregnant, demand more, be weird after. I’ve had a few guys make demands . They wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
“Men can be very problematic, it’s true. Our Asperger’s makes some things difficult, and other things easy. For me it comes down to trust.”
“Yes, that’s it, trust. I just feel so safe here.”
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