They use to come in the early hours of the morning to clean the house, wash the laundry etc. To tell you the truth I wasn’t really interested in the... at all, mostly because they smelt of filth, were as black as the sewer pigs that roamed the gutters and had lousy figures. That changed however when I met our gorgeous new maid when I turned 15. It was the hot summer months, we’d just broken up from school and I enjoyed lazing in bed naked. Usually at this time of day I’d be in school. So. He was lying on his side watching her sleep.Frantic to get in the protective cover of clothes, Melinda asked, “Where’s my dress?”“I think you are sitting on it,” Mike answered watching her try to cover her body with her hands. She wasn’t being very successful. It made him wonder if she was really trying all that hard.Melinda shifted and grabbed her dress. She nearly tore it in her chaotic rush to put it on. With the dress still covering her head, she said, “You cheated.”“I did?” Mike asked. . umm thought . . .’ I stammered in embarrassment. ‘Just in case.’ She finished for me. She grinned, probably reading my thoughts. I sighed. ‘Yes.’ She chuckled lightly and then rummaged through my drawers again. A minute later she came back giving me a light blue lacy panty shorts and a strapless bra. I, of course had bought it at Victoria’s secret a while back and never worn it yet. ‘Christina!’ I scorned. ‘What?’ She asked innocently. ‘Get me the sky blue panties and I’ll keep the bra.’ . As she helped me roll the clothing and such she talked constantly. Mostly about sex, but then that was all she apparently thought about, rather like her uncle. She asked if she could give me a nick name, that she found it less than attractive to keep calling me Uncle G as she had all of her life. I nodded and said so long as it wasn't too naughty and if it were to keep it just in this part of the family. She fell silent for the longest time and as I packed the tents into each duffel bag she.