He couldn’t believe what he heard her say. To him it was incredible. He’d thought he’d hidden it whenever he stared down her body. He loved it. ...n the shower he had jacked off if he thought about it. He just couldn’t believe that she ever knew he’d been looking at her. “I uhhh…I uh just don’t know what to umm say,” he replied. “It’s alright,” she said. “Just tell me what you’re thinking. Tell me what’s going on in your mind. I won’t be upset dear. I won’t be.” Then she said it to herself.. That one I always answer if I can. Grumbling, I toweled dry just enough to answer it without leaving a puddle. It was my niece, Jenna.A little bit about Jenna might be in order. She's my wife's brother's daughter and has always been my favorite niece. Being the first niece to be born might have something to do with it, but Jenna and I have always been close. She started spending the summer with us at age 10 and during her Middle School and High School years she and I always managed to talk on. It was pretty basic they said, but they were gradually doing it up during the summer holidays. They were both teachers, so they had plenty of opportunity.Over the next couple of years, we became good friends with them, and with their two c***dren. We stayed with them when we went to Edinburgh (very useful during the Festival) and we often met up when they were at their cottage, sometimes staying the night rather than drive home after drinking quantities of wine and whisky. You know you are. I brought them water, congratulated them when they won, gave loving comfort and support when they lost. Just the perfect older sister slash girlfriend.Looking back, that must have been the happiest time of my life.Me and Kyle were together for four years. In this time, him, Lars and me were inseparable. People jokingly called us the Three Musketeers. One for all, all for one.My relationship with Kyle was going smoothly. When I turned eighteen, he took my virginity, and after that we slept.