Joe's Farm - Ch. 01

This story has NO sex in it so if sex scenes are what you're after at the moment you've brought this story up to read, you might want to bypass it and find a different one.

The main character Joe, and his wife, Barbara have very strong West Country accents. For those not familiar with this, it means letter 'h' is often dropped, words ending in 'ing' often have the 'g' dropped and words like 'my' can become 'moy', some letter 't' can become 'd'. Joe's dialogue has been written phonetically in this style to give readers an extra insight into his character.

Eagle eyed readers/followers of mine with very good memories might stumble across the very tenuous link between this story and one of the chapters in the 'Busty Amber' series. If you can't then don't worry as all will become clear in one of the next few 'Busty Amber' chapters.

"Joe! D'you think these are OK now? D'you want to come and look at 'em?!"

'Oh fuck would I LOVE to look at 'em!' The silent thought in Joe Thompson's head accompanied his gaze over to the pretty young blonde. Crystal had the biggest breasts by far in comparison to all the others girls he'd had helping out on his farm at various times and with her swishing blonde ponytail, strong West Country accent (which he also shared but which he thought made women sound particularly dumb) and slim figure (making her bust look even more prominent), she unwittingly turned him on every single day she was there.

He'd been nothing other than professional towards her during her almost 4 month agriculture/husbandry placement from college. She had been just seventeen when she started working with him and whilst Joe couldn't help but notice her striking figure, he had somehow convinced his brain to shut down any silent appreciation of it. However, he knew that she'd turned 18 just a couple of weeks ago as she'd asked him if she could finish early as she'd be going out with family and friends to celebrate. Since that time, he had found it impossible to banish his lustful thoughts about her and - much as he felt a bit ashamed that as soon as she'd turned eighteen, she'd been the focus of every wank he'd had, he just couldn't help himself. Of course, he'd never try and put any of his thoughts into action. He'd lived in the same small village all his life. Everyone knew everyone else and it was impossible to keep any aspect of one's life away from fellow villagers. In fact, people expected to be involved and the simple question, 'how's life treating you?' would often end up leading to some quite probing questions that the asker wouldn't rest on until they'd been answered. All in the guise of 'being neighbourly' but for Joe, it meant that his appreciation of pretty young girls had to remain just that - an appreciation as opposed to it evolving into any kind of experience.

He raised his hand and set off to walk over to where Crystal stood at the end of one of his vine rows. Standing side on to him fastening the last branch, he could see the projection of her bust behind the bib of her denim dungarees. It stuck out from her slim torso noticeably, the denim grazing over the tips of the youngster's generous mounds. The dungarees that he supplied to all his helpers weren't the most flattering in terms of shape - what dungarees ever were? - but he didn't need fitted clothing to know that her figure was incredible. When she'd come over for the 'initial chat' (Joe never liked the 'interview' term that the college used as he felt it was too formal), she'd just worn very tight skinny jeans and a stretchy fitted blue top tucked into the waistband. He couldn't fail to notice her figure and although he was every bit the professional during their conversation, he could feel his face flushing as she was definitely the most striking looking of all the girls he'd had helping him out there before.

Crystal stepped back, turning slightly to gaze across the rows of vines that she'd secured and tidied during the afternoon. With her attention elsewhere, Joe snuck a longer than necessary look at her bust, the dark brown top beneath the dungarees was one of her usual styles, stretchy and fitted and with a high neck. Being so close, Joe could make out the outline of what he could tell would be a balcony bra above which, a healthy portion of breast flesh gently sat, bulging ever so slightly above the cup. 'Oh yes, I'd DEFINITELY love to look at those.' Joe raised his gaze quickly as Crystal turned to look at him.

"They look amazin' moy dear. Nice n firmly anchored now." He felt a little frisson of electricity shoot to his cock as he imagined Crystal's big tits held in place by her bra.

"Oh good. You don't realise 'ow much is 'ere until you get up close to 'em." Crystal had been working out on the vines most of the afternoon.

"Oh, you're right there moy sweedie. Sometimes you godda be up close to somethin' to be able to tell exactly 'ow much is there." Joe stole another glance at Crystal's bust as the words left his lips.

"Well, it's starting to get dim now. Time for chocolate and cake eh Crystal?"

"Mmmmm, lovely. Can I go and get changed now then?"

"Aye, you can. You know where to go. Barbara'll be inside and she'll sort us out with a well deserved treat."

"Thanks Joe."

The hand nestled in his jacket pocket briefly pushed on to the front of his trousers as he watched Crystal head off towards the farmhouse, her ponytail swishing side to side as her wellington boot clad feet trudged off up to the house where Joe's wife Barbara would be preparing the usual drink and cake that always marked the end of a day on the farm for her husband's teenage helpers.

'Mmmmm... lovely big tits for such a youngster. God, I'd give anything to see those priddy boobs of yours liddle Crissie. You'd make an 'orny old man very 'appy. VERY 'appy indeed.'

Before heading back to the farmhouse, Joe turned and looked proudly across his vineyard. He was proud of his achievement. He'd finally done it. Although this was year 3, it would be the first year that his vineyard actually produced proper grapes.

Raising his hands to shield his eyes from the very bright winter sun, he gazed over the vast expanse of South Devonshire land, the vines trained uniformly across the stays and now secured from the strong winds of the last couple of days by Crystal. Of course, they looked bare at this time of year but Joe knew from the small bunches of very tiny grapes that had appeared last year that they would be ready to produce this year and - with a bit of luck - the wine produced from them would add a significant amount of income for him and see him through the leaner, colder months when the farm and shop didn't generate as much money. It would be a nice 70th birthday present to himself to see his hard work come to fruition this year.

His eyes wandered to the edge of where he could see from where he was standing. The vineyard sloped down slightly towards what used to be the next field until a few years ago when his sister Julia and her husband, Mike, had bought it up to build the large house that sat isolated on the ridge, overlooking the sea in the far distance. Some 4 years ago, Ian who owned the two large plots of land decided to sell up. Money offered for land to be developed for housing was off the scale in the area and he'd decided that after his many years in farming, he'd had enough and wanted to move away.

At first, he'd only sold the furthest plot, the one that was now adjacent to the vineyard. Joe knew that his sister's husband, Mike had often talked of building their own house in the country and escaping the rat-race that was London life and it just so happened that at the time Joe had mentioned to Julia that the land was for sale, the couple had already been seriously discussing the possibly of early semi-retirement and slowing their pace of life down. Ian had snapped up their asking price offer and over the following 12 months, a huge house rose up from the ground with beautifully landscaped grounds and a pool that was parallel with where the downward slope started Southwards. It was fenced off as there was a sheer drop down of a good hundred feet to the wooded valley below but anyone using the pool would have a fantastic view over the treetops and out towards the sea in the distance. Once Mike and Julia had moved in to their palatial new home and pleased that he was now almost a millionaire, Ian decided he would sell the other plot, the land where Joe's vineyard now grew.

At the time that this second, larger parcel of land had been put up for sale, there had been some big arguments. Mike and Julia had moved down from London so they could take a slight step back from working life and they had grown used to the peace, solitude and quietness of their very rural location. Mike - a loss adjuster - now only did private work for people and businesses who had been directly referred to him and Julia, the same although her speciality was in the translation and interpretation of Spanish legal documents into English, mostly for conveyancing. Their daughter - Deborah - who at the time was only 14, hadn't coped so well with the move. She didn't have many friends at school but had been very upset at having to leave the two friends she had made behind. It was also a bad time in terms of her education as well as she was studying for exams but as always when there was a problem, Mike tended to just throw money at it to solve it and alongside her education in a private school in their new area, he had also paid for private tutors to come to the house to help Deborah catch up.

At first, Ian had priced the land for enough money that would push him over into millionaire status and allow him to live comfortably from then on. Upon hearing that the adjacent land had been put up for sale, Mike and Julia became concerned. More housing development there could mean they ended up overlooked. Whether it was fully developed into several dwellings or someone like them came along to build something spectacular, they had become used to their blissful isolation and didn't relish the idea of other people being so close to their property, especially with a pool outside. Mike had offered Ian the asking price for the land and assumed that would be it. He wasn't planning to do anything with it, just hold onto it to stop anyone else developing it.

Julia's older brother, Joe had had the idea for a vineyard around 8 years ago. He'd driven past other vineyards in the county and saw that they usually came along with little on-site shops and some even did tours for the public and tasting sessions. Farming had always been his life but as the years passed by, the cows, pigs and sheep that once provided him and his wife with a comfortable living, were proving much less lucrative as farming subsidies were cut. Always thinking one step ahead, he'd turned the farm into an 'open farm' and members of the public would bring their children to pet the animals. He'd added some rabbits and guinea pigs and allowed the youngsters to ride Sable, his beautiful black pony giving the animal a new purpose in life now that it's rosette winning days were over. Unfortunately, as time went by, health and safety regulations became more onerous and to Joe, more ridiculous so it had become a choice of either pay thousands to make certain improvements that the local authority deemed a public attraction needed or cut their losses and close. Not wanting to throw good money away, Joe had closed the farm as a public attraction but couldn't bear to part with the other animals he'd acquired so struggled on with just him and his wife looking after everything.

When he heard about the large piece of land right next to his farm being for sale, he went to see Ian. He'd known him for some time and immediately offered the asking price, almost visualising his vineyard dream. He was horrified to hear that Ian had already received the full offer for the land and had asked him who had put the offer in. Although Ian explained that it was confidential and he really shouldn't disclose the information, as he'd known Joe for years, he told him that it was Mike but that Joe was to keep the information to himself. He could tell from the anger in Joe's voice that there might not be much love lost between him and his brother-in-law.

Indeed, Joe was livid! Much as he liked the idea that his sister was now closer to him, especially as his wife Barbara had become less mobile, he felt that Mike was somehow acting above his station. He had only met Mike once before as he and Julia (who had left her home village early on to go to university) rarely travelled down from London but he felt he had a big ego and seemed to think he was better than everyone else. Desperate to acquire the land, he offered Ian an extra £10,000 on top of the asking price offer that Mike had made. Unbeknown to him, sensing the dissension between the two men, Ian had also told Mike that Joe was the other bidder as he knew it was bound to fuel a war that could only end up with him benefitting financially. Of course, Ian would then have to go back and advise Mike he'd had a better offer and the bidding war he had hoped for ensued with Joe and Mike knowing exactly who they were up against and the anger in both men growing as they each tried to outdo the other. Each time a new offer came in, Joe would become more and more resentful of Mike and Mike of Joe. Neither man could let on to the other that they knew as Ian had sworn them both to secrecy.

Joe's wife Barbara - who didn't normally get involved in the business aspect of things - begged her husband to stop being so stubborn and to let it go but he wouldn't. It caused many rows between them as it also did between Mike and Julia, with Julia encouraging Mike to back out or risk losing a huge chunk of their retirement fund. Eventually, with the amount having reached a ridiculous level and with growing pressure from his wife, Mike backed out and Joe ended up owner of the land, albeit at 150k over Ian's original asking price. Joe felt he hated Mike and when it was confirmed that the land had been officially handed over to Joe, Mike felt that he hated Joe. In turn, the outcome caused more rows between him and Julia.

Almost immediately Joe began to prepare the land ready for his vines and for a good couple of months, Mike and Julia were plagued by noise from the machinery as it evened and tilled the soil, adding nutrients and preparing it. Then there had been the installation of the heavy duty trellises that would support the vines. All in all around 4 months of noise and disruption as a good half of the area overlooked their property.

"Bloody carrot-crunchers!" Mike stared out of the large bi-fold doors that led out to the garden and pool. "Noise, dust, dirt and..."

"Oh, give it a rest Mike for God's sake! What would you rather, a vineyard or a load of tacky houses facing straight across to us!?"

"It's not even that it's... It's..." To say Mike held a grudge was an understatement. He'd found Joe a little dismissive of him since they moved in and although they didn't live in each other's pockets, they did occasionally spend the odd evening at each other's houses and he found Joe to have quite a superior air. Joe thought the same of Mike and the two men just generally seemed to rub each other up the wrong way, with either Julia or Barbara finding themselves having to play referee and calm things down more than once. Mike knew it was best not to make any derogatory remarks about his wife's brother as it just sent her into a huff that she could sometimes take a couple of days to come out of. It just wasn't worth the hassle so he tried as best he could to keep his thoughts about her brother to himself.

Mike and Julia's daughter, Deborah hadn't fared so well since their move. Despite all the private schooling that had been thrown at her since they settled in the village and the tutors who visited their home, she just couldn't seem to apply herself. Inside, she felt like she had been uprooted from all she knew and literally had to start all over again. Sometimes her behaviour would be well outside the limits that Julia had set for her.

Having had quite a strict Christian upbringing herself, Julia used how she was parented by her mother to parent her own daughter. Trouble is, these were different times and the sad fact was, she was inadvertently raising her daughter to be quite submissive, not to have opinions that conflicted with her parents and not to be 'streetwise' and knowledgeable on the issues affecting a lot of young people in the fast moving, digital age that everybody lived in today. When living in London, neither Mike, nor Julia were churchgoers. Mike knew of Julia's faith when they'd met years ago but she was certainly no fanatic and never tried to encourage him to get involved in it. Since their move to the country, it was apparent that the church was a central focus for the community, not just for religious reasons but they'd often hold events, clubs for children, organise outings, hold craft groups and even amateur dramatics productions in the church hall so you definitely didn't need to be religious to use the church as a focal point and Julia had found it useful to meet other local women of her age. She had formed some good friendships and both she and Mike had attended and hosted little get togethers in their own house and visited the houses of other local couples and - as Julia thought - made some good friendships. Mike found the events quite boring as the local-focused chit-chat was just tedious and uninteresting to him. In turn, this gave some of the other people the impression that he was somewhat aloof.

Deborah had remained pretty much solitary. She hadn't made friends in her last years at her new high school as everyone already had established friendship groups and a lot of them found her London accent funny. An onlooker might describe Deborah as quite unusual looking but a bit of a 'plain Jane'. Standing about 5 feet 6 inches tall, her slim, oval shaped face contained wide, steely blue eyes that appeared to pierce coldly right through whatever (and whoever) she looked at. Her mouth was conversely small and yet her lips appeared very full vertically and seemed to rest naturally in a permanent pout. She had long, light brown hair with a full fringe and a figure that had always suggested more maturity than her true age. Her mother hadn't allowed her to wear make-up and had always ensured that she dressed fairly conservatively. She had been surprised that she'd had to have conversations with her daughter about bras when she was just twelve and as Deborah moved into her early teens, her mother had bought several 'minimiser' bras which she'd handed to her during a quiet conversation about boys not being able to be trusted and that she needed to stay away from them. At the time, it had saved Julia from immediately having to buy larger blouses as her daughter's bust was effectively flattened so as not to draw unwanted attention but it only lasted for about 6 months as puberty continued apace and Julia had to acknowledge that not only were new blouses needed, but new bras too. She had taken her to a large department store and had got her measured and fitted. Deborah had been overawed by the hundreds of different types and colours of bras in the department. She'd never seen anything like it and didn't even know so many different variations could exist. After all, a bra was a bra, was a bra surely? They all did the same thing, just pieces of underwear. They left the store with several full coverage garments all with a minimising structure and all in skin-tone colour as Julia figured these would have the best chance of not showing through her blouses and other clothing.

Deborah had always felt like she never fitted in and had hoped that her transition to college would be different. Unfortunately, with the area being full of small, remote villages, the college was filled with the same people she had been with for the last 2 years at high school and she didn't have the confidence to just go up to people and say 'can I be your friend'? Was that how it worked? It all felt confusing. That said, she had been able to make her own choices as to what she studied in college and had picked art and agriculture. Not being academically gifted but knowing she enjoyed creating things and that she was quite good at drawing, she chose to do art and added the agriculture because in her own mind, now that she was living in the country, perhaps knowing a bit more about it would help her get a job in the area? Her parents hadn't been best pleased about her choices, her Mum feeling that she could do so much better for herself and her Dad increasingly frustrated that all the money he'd shelled out for her private education seemed to have been wasted.

So, Joe's neighbours were part of his family and he felt that they had about the right balance of being in each others company and keeping mindfully distant. He turned and headed up the slope towards the large farmhouse that had been in the family for years. Inside, it was still very traditional as he hadn't changed the layout or modernised it but it was cosy and homely and he and Barbara had lived happily there since they married some 40 years ago.

"Where've you been Joe?" We've nearly finished our drinks 'ere and it's Crystal's last day n all!" Barbara rolled her eyes as her husband struggled to get his boots off.

"Oh aye, I'd forgotten that young Crystal. You're leaving us today aren't you? 'Ow're we gonna cope without ye eh?" Joe looked across to where Crystal sat in a large armchair alongside Barbara. She had changed and was now wearing the tight black jeans she'd first arrived in and the equally tight, stretchy brown top that this time, wasn't shielded by baggy dungarees. Joe could see the full horizontal outline of the tops of her bra cups and the gentle but oh-so-sexy bulging directly above them both. Her entire top appeared to be totally filled by a pair of deliciously large breasts. If they looked like that in clothing, what the hell would they look like naked?!

"Awww, I'm sorry Joe. We aff-ta move on after so many months, it's college rules. I'm sure they'll send you someone else but to be arnest, I've not seen that many new people coming onto the course."

Joe didn't want somebody else, he wanted Crystal. Although he was passionate about his business and particularly his new vineyard project, some days (and particularly the days he felt the aged, sex-starved, cantankerous old man that he inherently was) it was only the eye candy that kept him going. These were colder months too, shorter days and less opportunity for him to be outside the house either surveying his young helper or working away with just his thoughts, that for the few weeks since Crystal had turned 18, had been about her, her body and teasing himself by wondering what her body might feel like. What was it like to touch a teen girl? What did her skin feel like? What did the contours of her body feel like? And what was it really like to touch a pair of big breasts that were so young and possibly still on their journey to full ripeness?

Joe had always been a 'tit man' and his wife Barbara had known it from the outset. Indeed, it had been Barbara's large 38G breasts that had first caught his attention. Barbara was never skinny but she wasn't fat and with an hourglass figure and a striking bust to waist ratio, he had been determined to make her his and they were married within a year of meeting, finding out that their different skills and quirky personalities seemed to be the perfect match. Often when watching TV together, Joe would make a saucy comment on the figure of a woman in whatever programme it was and they'd both have a laugh about it, often followed by sex later on.

Their first 20 years of marriage had been fantastic and Joe felt he really did have it all but after an extravagant holiday overseas to celebrate their 25th wedding anniversary, Barbara had contracted a virus and had become quite ill. Although she'd made a full recovery, she had developed Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and had been put on various medications to help with the condition. Unfortunately, the only one that helped had also caused quite substantial weight gain. Joe had been a very supportive husband and at first had almost enjoyed the increase in breast size that his wife was experiencing as a result of the drugs. Of course, he'd never let on as he saw the daily struggles Barbara had to go through and felt bad for her. Sex had started to become an exception rather than a rule as she lost confidence in herself. Once she hit menopause she decided to quit the drugs. Although they'd helped in terms of energy levels and motivation, she was fed up with her weight and just came off them. As the weight gradually came off, Joe could see visually, more of the Barbara he'd married slowly coming back. However, the unexpected downside was that she also lost a lot of weight in her breasts, so much so that they'd completely changed shape and although overall, she wasn't as big as she was on the medication, her breasts were now very long, empty looking sacks. Extended stretch marks ran down from her sternum almost to her puckered and 'loose' looking nipples with only two dumpling-like blobs of flesh hanging around her navel. Joe loved her dearly but he just wasn't turned on by her any more.

Sometimes, Barbara would get upset, ruing the loss of their sex life, acknowledging how difficult it must be for Joe (who she knew loved to be titillated) and thanking him for staying true to her. Joe would do nothing other than what any decent husband would do which was to simply hold her close and tell her that he loved her no matter what. Barbara thought how lucky she was to have such a wonderful husband. The truth was though, that there was no way Joe could've been as understanding as he was without his little 'hobby' on the side. Since their sex life had dwindled, Joe had found himself paying particular attention to the figures of various women he came across in daily life, including some of the girls that had come to help out on the farm. Some of these girls had gorgeous figures, particularly the slim ones with well developed breasts. Living all his life in a small village he didn't get to see many new people and was surprised to find out that quite a number of daughters and even grand-daughters that he'd effectively watched growing up within the village had evolved into very pretty, quite busty young women.

Crystal's phone pinged. Glancing at it, she stood up announcing that her father was at the top of the drive waiting for her. Both Barbara and Joe stood up and Crystal quickly hugged Barbara, thanking her for her kindness. She then walked over to Joe and hugged him just the same. "Thank you SO much Joe, I've really loved it 'ere."

What the hell, it was her last day and he'd likely never see her again. Joe returned her hug, pressing both hands firmly into her back, feeling her bra band and keeping her held closely against him. He could feel her generous breasts spreading beneath her top as her bust was effectively squashed to his chest. He turned slightly so he could close his eyes without Barbara seeing and in those few seconds, behind closed eyelids, he imagined her tight, naked body sprawled on top of his and her ample tits swinging like gentle pendulums from her chest as she propped herself up on her elbows to smile down at him.

"Ummm, I aff-ta go I'm afraid. Don't wanna keep Dad waitin'."

"OK love. Arff you go and thanks again for everythin'. You've been a big 'elp 'ere you really 'ave. VERY big." Taking one final glance at her bust before it was cruely hidden by a heavily padded winter coat, Joe hoped that neither his wife, nor Crystal had noticed the tenting in his trousers.

"Dunno what we'll do without 'er." Joe finished up his hot chocolate.

"Well, we can phone the college on Mondee n ask 'em to send us a new girl can't we? You know they all love the animals 'ere." Barbara gathered up the cups and took them to the kitchen.

"Aye, yeah, but there won't be another like Crystal. I'm going up for a bath." Joe palmed his groin, images of the busty young teen and the feel of her young boobs against his chest strong and vibrant in his head, perfect for the wank he had planned, in which he would encourage the girl to take her top off for him so he could see for himself just how overloaded her bra was. God, how he LOVED the sight of big tits in bras. Barbara would go spare if she knew how many large, used bras her husband had acquired over the years. As his sex life had diminished, so his collection had grown, some from small 'personal' ads in the back of magazines and in more recent times, some from an online auction site, all delivered to a local parcel locker and all stored at his second container lock-up over on his mate Geoff's land. He had spent many an enjoyable hour with a lot of them, using them to contain the thick, pent-up jizz that would jet wildly from his dick as he imagined fucking a lovely big pair of tits that was encased inside his bra of choice.

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At the start of the new year, Deborah had turned 18. She honestly felt like it was the best day she'd ever had and she'd really been waiting for it too. Having her upbringing heavily influenced by a strictly Christian mother had felt so constraining for her. She was a very shy girl as it was and having it constantly rammed down her throat that she wasn't allowed to mix with boys, mustn't 'follow the crowd' in terms of what her female peers got up to and should dress conservatively at all times was - by the time she was just a few months away from her 18th birthday - starting to feel like she was being robbed of a normal life. Of course, it wasn't in any way because Julia didn't want her to be happy that she kept such control over her life, she was just parenting in the only way she knew how, using the techniques and belief system that her parents had used.

Joe was 15 years older than Julia and it would be fair to say that their parents had considered their child-rearing days were over by the time Julia put in a surprise appearance. She wasn't close to her brother growing up as he was already in his mid teens and wasn't interested in the fact that there was a new baby in the family. She had left for university at 18, desperate to escape the clutches of her strict parents but as she had matured, married, grown older and brought up a child of her own, she started to realise how hard things must've been for them bringing up another child when they themselves were older. Although she didn't leave London to visit much, she did like the fact that she was now - rather ironically - living next door to her brother and his lovely wife. They had grown closer following the death of their parents and it had really always been since that time that Julia and Mike had spoken about perhaps quitting the rat-race and moving to somewhere more rural. Of course, when Joe had told her and Mike about the land next to him being for sale, their purchase of it became the start of the next chapter of their lives.

The week before her birthday, Julia and Mike had taken Deborah to the county town that was full of shops as she had asked for a selection of clothes that she would be able to chose. Mike and Julia had mooched around the several malls and precincts separately and had had lunch and several coffees whilst their daughter had free reign with their joint credit card.

Interestingly, Deborah hadn't come back with the sometimes outrageous and possibly provocative garments that she'd seen a lot of her peers at college wearing or what she'd seen young people wearing on TV. Her mother had kept her so conservatively dressed that anything that would be considered just regular, everyday clothing by anyone else, was exciting and new to Deborah. She had picked out some pale blue, tight fitting skinny jeans, a pair or darker blue flared jeans, a few skirts, a dressy blouse (her thinking behind it behind just in case she ended up with a job interview for something), several t-shirts and long sleeved tops, a pretty summery dress and - because she knew her parents were going to be taking her out for a meal on her birthday, a more 'going out' looking skater dress in black with white piping around the neckline and hemline. She also picked up a pair of strappy sandals to go with the dress and a pair of court shoes (again, just in case she ended up having an interview). Finally, she headed off to the lingerie department, feeling like she'd never had so much fun.

Having spent most of her life so far, sandwiched and compressed into the 'minimiser' bras that her mother had insisted she wore, she was determined to get something much prettier and more comfortable however, the sheer number of different bras and styles was completely overwhelming and she didn't really know where to start. She had been approached by a sales assistant who was used to spotting the looks on faces of women and girls who looked like they didn't have a clue where to begin and she asked Deborah if she was looking for anything specific and in what size. Just the blushing and blank expression on her face put the sales lady into automatic customer service mode and before long, Deborah found herself in a cubicle, being measured and with an array of different bras around her. She had liked the look of some more colourful bras which had flowers on or polka dots but the assistant had suggested that as these were to be her first 'proper' bras, that she might initially want to stick to white and black. She'd bought two bras, one in balcony style and the other a plunge style and the matching panties to go with each one. She'd spotted her parents out drinking coffee at one of the central mall cafes and had virtually run up to them excitedly, clutching her purchases and announcing loudly to her Mum that she was a 34F. Julia's expression changed from relaxed to abject shock as she quickly looked around and frowned at her daughter, hissing to her that she shouldn't talk about things like that in front of her father or indeed, in public. Mike had enjoyed the new information but rolled his eyes as his wife still tried to keep the strict hold on their daughter that would soon have to drop as she became 18.

The family celebration for Deborah's 18th birthday in a local restaurant had been a simple affair with just her parents and her Uncle Joe and his wife Barbara. However, everyone there was surprised and awestruck as Deborah looked so different in the pretty black skater dress that she wore, complimented by the strappy sandals, both items bought on her outing to the shops a week ago. Deborah's father Mike, had obviously been party to the excited announcement of her bra size just a week earlier and indeed, she was rocking a stunning, yet not too overt cleavage in the new dress that had a scooped but not too low neckline. Her breasts looked much bigger than recent times as gone were the minimiser bras that Julia had insisted she wore. Now, her breasts could sit naturally in a bra that was designed to hold and support her ample young boobs perfectly and the white balcony bra she was wearing underneath her dress complimented her figure perfectly. The silk and lace mix cups rounded and widened her naturally torpedo shaped breasts and held them high on her chest. Whilst the neckline of her dress was fairly modest, when she leaned forward for any reason, an almost Tudor-esque cleavage became quite apparent. She had no idea that her own father was stealing inappropriate glances down into her neckline on a regular basis.

Her Uncle Joe sat across from her, enjoying a different view. The fitted dress clung tightly to her slim waist and was immediately stretched out wide by the bust it had to cover a bit further up. Like her father, he had never seen her looking like this before. In fact, he didn't get to see her very often at all and when he had, it had always been as the girl who wore baggy sweaters, joggers or conservative, church-like dresses. Being a self-confessed 'tit-man', he'd been able to tell she had something of note going on under her top simply by the way the fabric skimmed over her but he had no idea she was hiding a figure like this. He watched more keenly than was appropriate as she stood up and turned to go to the bathroom, the short skirt part of her dress swishing effortlessly from side to side at mid thigh level, her legs looking long and lean atop the strappy sandals and her long, mid brown hair neatly trimmed into a straight line across the centre of her back. Whilst she was away from the table, Barbara expressed her delight...

"Oh Julia, Debbie looks amazing tonight doesn't she!? Such a lovely dress and it really suits her figure too."

"Mmmm, yes." Julia forced a smile. Despite committing to allowing her daughter to just 'be' once she turned 18, she had spoken to her quite firmly before they'd left the house about her dress being too short and too 'revealing' up top. It really wasn't revealing at all and the neckline wasn't particularly low but with her breasts sitting comfortably inside a balcony bra, they'd been gathered and pushed up a little and along with that would naturally come a little more cleavage than anyone would be used to seeing. When Deborah had gone to put her sandals on, Mike had told Julia to leave her alone and that she was a young girl deserving of shaping her own life now. Mike wasn't religious at all but had always accepted his wife's faith as 'part of the package' when they'd first got together. On odd occasions, he would attend church but only to support his wife and never because he got anything out of it for himself. Seeing his daughter in her new dress had been a shock to him as well but in a much more pleasant way than it had been for his wife. The unexpected and somewhat worrying thing for him being, that if she wasn't his daughter, he would definitely be looking at her in a lecherous way.

"You seem a bit unsure Jules? She looks wonderful, don't you think Joe?" Barbara looked towards her husband then turned to nod at Mike. Both men, as part of Deborah's immediate family, would surely echo her thoughts.

"I think she looks right 'andsome. Not seen 'er in anythin' like that before and she's always been a very priddy girl anyways."

"It's just because none of us are used to seeing her wearing a dress like that that's all. She's 18 and she'd finding her own way of being. God knows she didn't do very well at school and we're hoping this agricultural course'll open a few doors for her down the line." Mike put his hand onto Julia's almost as though his words were specifically designed to reiterate gently to her that she needed to loosen her grip on their daughter.

"She's doing an agriculture course?" Barbara's ears pricked up.

"Yeah. Agriculture and animal husbandry isn't it love?" Mike wasn't sure he'd remembered correctly and turned to Julia for confirmation.

"Yes but how that's going to turn out is anyone's guess. They've told her she's got to try and find a work placement and... oh, for God's sake, how she ended up so shy and withdrawn I don't know. It's not like we've set a bad example or locked her away. Mike and I have always been sociable people and she's grown up seeing us entertaining friends and business associates so... I just don't get it. She wouldn't even ask for a glass of water in a desert let alone approaching strangers and asking for work placements."

"Oh Jules! It's perfect! Just perfect!"

"What is?"

"Our latest 'elp placement left recently and we really need a new one. I told Joe to call the college but now there's no need. Debbie can do it!"

Julia looked at Mike who nodded appreciatively.

"Sounds like the answer to a prayer really," he smiled and looked across at Joe. "You sure that'd be OK with you Joe? I mean, she's never worked before and we don't know what she'd be like. She could be bone idle for all we know but she is really enjoying the course. She's never really got on with people and never did well if she was put into groups to work at school and college but this would allow her freedom to work on her own and in the future, she said she'd want to work outside and away from everyone. I mean, she's only young but you never know, if it helps her now, it could stand her in good stead."

Joe noticed Deborah on the other side of the restaurant walking back to their table. Of course, having seen her tonight, he thought it was a fantastic idea but just the few glimpses he was allowing himself of the gentle bounce of her breasts in her dress as she approached totally sealed it for him.

"She's comin' back. Sssshhhh."

"Wow! Those toilets are like luxury!" Deborah pulled her chair in behind her, leaning slightly as she did so, the modest hint of cleavage alluding to soft, smooth and fresh young breasts.

Once they'd finished their meals, Barbara reached under the table and pulled out a small gift bag, placing it in front of Deborah.

"It's just a liddle something' to say 'appy birthday from me n Joe."

"Oh Auntie Barbara! Thank you!"

"You 'aven't seen what it is yet!" Barbara smiled. It really wasn't much as neither of them had any idea what to get for teenagers but having heard from Julia about what Deborah had said she'd wanted, she hoped it would go down well.

Deborah opened the bag. Inside was a large, tall mug, filled with a bag of mini marshmallows, around which was wrapped an envelope. Alongside, a large spoon and a box of luxury drinking chocolate powder. Deborah tentatively opened the envelope.

"Oh, this is brilliant! Thanks Aunt Barbara, Uncle Joe."

"What is it?" Julia stretched across her husband, trying to see what was written on the piece of card.

"It's a voucher for the mall we went to Mum and it's brilliant because I really wanted to get some more bras and they're so expensive and..."

"DEBORAH!!" Julia scowled at her daughter, instantly shutting her up. Barbara felt embarrassed for her as she blushed, casting her eyes to the floor. She tried immediately to lighten the mood...

"Well, you can buy what you like then! Us old fogies don't have any idea what to get for you young people these days so..." She nodded to Julia, silently telling her to 'lighten up'. It seemed odd that here they all were around a table to celebrate an 18th birthday and yet the new young adult had just been shouted at and reduced to looking like a naughty schoolgirl by her mother. Mike would have words with his wife when they got home. Even he found it embarrassing.

As they left the restaurant, Barbara took Julia to one side and suggested that they tell Deborah about the work placement and that she should pop round and see them at 4pm tomorrow. Gently placing a hand on her shoulder, she suggested that she relax a bit more and let her daughter find her own way of doing things. She even reminded her that she herself had left home for university in London partly to get away from her own mother's strict upbringing so she should cut her daughter some slack and count her blessings that she wasn't one of the teenagers that you read about in the media these days, out to cause trouble and getting into drugs and anti-social behaviour.

Deborah hugged her aunt and uncle and thanked them for her gift. £200.00 to spend was a lot of money and she felt so excited at what she might choose with the voucher. By this time, being ready to go, everyone had their coats on and there was no evidence of Deborah's figure as she hugged her uncle, the thickly padded winter anorak style coat literally hiding everything that had been on display just a short time earlier.

**********

Barbara trudged slowly up the hallway of the large old farmhouse. Joe would stay close behind her as she wasn't as steady on her feet as she used to be. She was tough though and preferred to do things for herself and not rely too much on her husband.

"Honestly, didn't Debs look stunnin' tonight eh? So nice she's finally bein' allowed to come into 'er own. She looked so priddy didn't she?" Barbara sounded quite out of breath as she dropped heavily into the armchair by the fireplace. Joe started to make up a fire.

"Be arnest, if I didn't know we were going out for 'er 18th, I problee wouldn't 'av recognised 'er. She looked different alright."

"And that gorgeous dress. Really suited 'er figure I thought. Lovely figure she's got."

"Quite surprised at 'er ummm..." Joe poked at the fire as he lit the kindling from beneath.

"What?"

"Well, she's a lot bigger ummm... up top than I thought she was."

"Oh, trust YOU Joe!"

"No! I'm just sayin' what I see. You said about 'er figure and that's just part of it. I was just a bit... surprised that's all."

"Well, you know Julia kept her done up in those minimiser bras when she was at school and college, poor kid."

"Eh? No, I didn't know that. Why'd she do that then?"

"Well, I don't want you saying anything to 'er, or to Julia. You'll just embarrass 'er and you'll problee make Jules kick off and nobody needs that Joe."

"Noooo, don't be silly, I won't say anythin'."

"I think Jules thought that she was developing a bit too quick you know... in the err... BOOB department. Kept growing out of 'er blouses and stuff."

Joe stood up from the now roaring fire, feeling a slight twinge of excitement in his loins. He sat down in the chair on the other side of the fireplace.

"Anyway, Jules didn't want 'er attracting the 'wrong' sort of attention from boys so she took 'er to get measured and bought some minimiser bras. I mean, they're so ugly and 'orrible Joe, even I wouldn't wear 'em and you know I was quite big back in the day." Barbara smiled wistfully.

"You still pack a fair punch there love." Joe looked over and smirked, nodding at her chest. Yes, his wife did still wear a G cup bra but her breasts hung like flat bicycle tyres down to her naval following her weight loss. Not the least bit attractive to him but he tried his best to bolster her confidence where he could, even if their sex life was non existent. Making sure she knew that he cared for her - which he did, he just didn't find her sexually attractive any more - was important to him. A comforted and satisfied wife was a wife that wouldn't have any need to question her husband.

"Well, the poor kid's spent years of her life being flattened down just because 'er Mum thought she was growing too much. That's why it was so nice to see 'er in that lovely dress tonight, showing her real figure off and finally wearing a normal bra!"

"Oh! So THAT'S why she looked umm..."

"That's why 'er boobs looked a lot bigger than we've seen before. She's obviously bought 'er own underwear now and can be 'erself thank goodness."

"Right. I get it now. I wonder what size she is, I mean..."

"Joe! It's our niece we're talkin' about! 'Ardly appropriate to be talking about 'er boobs is it!?"

"No, I just meant, well, if she'd been kept squashed down for years, she problee didn't know 'er real size and..."

"She'll have been measured when she went with 'er Mum n Dad shoppin' the other week so whatever it is she's wearing now, you can guarantee it's nice n up to date for the girl."

"Hmmm... Tea?"

"I'd love one Joe, thanks."

Joe headed off to the kitchen. He was definitely curious about his niece's bust. It had caught his attention this evening for sure. He thought she looked bigger than Crystal and he'd fantasised about Crystal's tits ever since she'd come to work for them. 'Idiot! She's yer niece! STOP IT!' The thought in his head was loud and he vowed to listen to it as he made the tea. Crystal was OK to enjoy a little fantasy about, she was just some random girl. Deborah was his NIECE. She was RELATED. It was a step too far to even entertain those thoughts.

*********

"DEBORAH! I've told you a million times! Please put a bra on when you're walking round the house in your night clothes! NOW please!"

Mike looked up. He was sitting at the kitchen island flicking through that day's newspaper. His daughter's pale pink cotton nightshirt skimmed over the jutting profile of her jiggling, unfettered breasts as she walked about the kitchen preparing to use the hot chocolate set that she had been gifted by her aunt and uncle.

"MUM! It's not a problem! It's only you and Dad in the house for goodness sake!" She turned towards where Mike was sitting, intending to get a coaster out of one of the island drawers, the faint indent of her soft, young nipples delicately pressing into the pink fabric as her breasts moved rhythmically beneath. Mike thought the sight beyond sexy. She was definitely braless but the projection of her breasts considering their size was unbelievably exciting. The other side of that coin being that he positively hated his own guts for appreciating his daughter in that way. It was so wrong and these were feelings that he would never in a million years thought he would have as he went through life.

"DEBORAH! I SAID!"

"Jules, for God's sake, leave her alone! It's her birthday and not only that it's her 18th birthday! She's an adult and she's right, it's only me and you in the house. God if she can't feel safe and relaxed with her own parents, where's the hope!?"

Julia turned and scowled at Mike and Deborah and stormed off upstairs to get changed. Truth be told, there was an element of jealousy involved in her attitude. Since she had started to go through menopause, Julia's confidence had taken a dive as she coped with the physical and mental symptoms of 'the change'. She and Mike rarely, if ever, had sex and although she didn't miss the physical aspects of it, she did miss feeling wanted and attractive and could see her daughter becoming the attractive person she wished she was.

"I'm sorry about Mum love. She's going through a bit of..."

"It's OK Dad. I just wish she'd let go." Deborah pulled up a stool opposite her father and began to stir the hot chocolate in the tall mug. "She told me that once I was 18, she'd let me make my own choices and stuff and yet she still treats me like I'm a kid."

"I know. I know..." Mike drifted off, intending to say more but losing his train of thought as he gazed at the gentle nipple indentations that were now even closer to him. Just a piece of pink cotton separating him from his daughter's generous bare breasts.

"Mmmm, this is really nice."

As she raised the mug to her lips, Mike noticed every detail. Her upturned, natural pout seemed to caress the edges of the mug. It had been a good ten years or more since Julia had given him head. She'd never really liked doing it and although she would indulge him on special occasions like birthdays and Christmas she had always made it clear that he needed to be very grateful to her for it. How wonderful it would be to have a woman actually WANT to fellate him and to do it with enthusiasm and a great technique. He suddenly imagined sliding his dick up through the centre of Deborah's breasts and his head meeting that same pout that was currently caressing the hot chocolate mug. SHIT! He was her FATHER!! STOP IT NOW!!

"Ummm... Debs..."

"Yes Dad?"

"How would you feel if I told you we've got you a work placement?"

"Eh? How? I haven't..."

"No, I KNOW you haven't started looking properly yet but, well, we were chatting at the restaurant earlier and your Aunt Barbara suggested that you take up a placement on Uncle Joe's farm. Their last girl finished recently so they need a new one. It'd all be proper and everything, all done through the college. Joe gets all his helpers through the college so you'd just be the next official placement."

"Oh my God! REALLY?!" The long spoon clanked against the ceramic mug as Deborah dropped it in shock.

"Really."

"But... but that would mean I don't have to..."

"Don't have to find somewhere yourself, don't have to work with people you don't know, don't have to worry about who else is going to be there and don't have to travel miles because it's just next door. What d'you think?"

"Dad are you serious!?"

"Totally love." Mike smiled, he could tell his daughter was over the moon and she didn't get animated about very much normally.

"This is fantastic! Does Mum know?"

"Yes, she knows. To be honest we were planning to tell you together but obviously..." Mike rolled his eyes alluding to the fact that Julia had gone off in a huff.

"Oh Dad, thanks SO much!"

Before Mike knew what was happening, his daughter was by his side hugging him, her large, soft breasts squashing against his arm beneath her nightshirt. God, it felt like so much flesh!

"Don't thank me, thank your Aunt and Uncle. Oh, they want you to go round at 4 tomorrow afternoon so Joe can tell you about what you'll be doing. That OK?"

"Yeah! Oh... 4 o' clock?"

"Yes love. That's fine isn't it?"

"It's my counselling on Fridays at 4."

"Oh err... can you not reschedule it for once?"

"Ummm, I'll try. It should be OK, I've never had to reschedule one before."

"I'd try that first thing in the morning love. This is really important and could be great for you later on, you know, when you've finishing your course."

"Oh God, I'm SO happy! Thanks Dad. I'm going to get ready for bed now." Deborah squeezed her father once more before heading over to drop her mug in the washing up bowl. The impression of her breasts against his arm would stay with Mike for a LONG time and would certainly power him through the wank he'd be having in the shower shortly. He would be sure though that his wank would be more generic, some random busty teen who he would make blonde in his fantasy - the opposite of his daughter - otherwise he'd feel so ashamed and guilty afterwards.

**********

Luckily, Deborah's therapist had had a cancellation that morning so she had had her therapy session just before lunch. It had gone the way it usually did, with Deborah talking about how she had no friends, felt like she didn't fit in and was down about how she looked. Although she was pleased that she now had more control over her clothing, she still felt that she didn't look like other girls her own age she might see out and about or at the shopping mall. Fundamentally, she needed a big confidence boost and would need to be frequently told she mattered and was 'worthy'. It was something that her therapist always practised with her, giving her hints and tips to use in daily life but as she didn't go anywhere other than college and avoided speaking to anyone when she was there, progress was pretty much non existent. The sessions always ended with the therapist reminding her to keep up her wellbeing tasks including her daily walks in nature. This was something she enjoyed doing as she liked being alone in the countryside and because she was lucky enough to live in such a rural location, she didn't have to go far to find solitude.

Feeling incredibly excited about starting her work placement, she pulled on her padded coat and headed through the bi-fold kitchen doors, past the covered pool and across to the gate that led into the woodlands. It was a much quicker way to get to the farm but was basically a mud bath at this time of year so the wellington boots she was wearing were a must. With the mud being quite slippy, Deborah made sure she stayed on the top path as all the wetness rolled down into the valley. The valley was a beautiful place to walk in spring and summer, with the stream running through and trees and plants starting to bloom but this time of year, it was best to stay at the top. After walking for about 10 minutes, she went through the gate at the other end and turned Northwards towards the farmhouse.

Inside, Barbara had prepared hot chocolate and cake, something they did for all their helpers as an extra thank you and also as a warm up in these colder times. In summer, the hot chocolate was replaced by home made juice from whatever fruit or berries were available.

"That's her!" Joe stood up as he heard the loud rap on the heavy front door. He felt quite excited at seeing Deborah again but obviously realised that she would be unlikely to look like she did last night at the restaurant as she was crossing muddy fields to get to a farm.

Barbara smiled as her husband went to answer the door. Joe had been stressed at Crystal finishing her placement and he was always quite a difficult man when he was stressed. She tried her best to keep him calm but knew that sometimes, she was better off just keeping her distance and letting him snap out of it. They both needed the help. The placement would involve not only work outside on the farm but also inside, helping with making produce to sell in the farm shop and the odd bit of housework if Barbara was in one of her more challenging phases of fatigue.

"Young Deborah! Good to see you sweedie. 'Ere, lemmie take your coat and I'll 'ang it up 'ere."

Joe had to seriously use all his might to stifle the groan that was trying to force itself from his lips as his niece slid her thickly padded coat from her shoulders. Her bust looked huge! The ribbed, polo neck burgundy sweater clung tightly not only to her chest but to her slender body, stopping at her waist but shifting slightly upwards as she freed herself from her coat. Pale blue skinny jeans looked like they'd been sprayed onto her, stretching across her hips and leaving a sliver of her bare stomach that would show itself sometimes when she moved and would lead her to pull the hem of her jumper down. My God! How did a girl this slim end up with such huge tits!?

"Down there into the living room my priddy. Yer Auntie Barbara's in there waitin'." Joe stared at her backside as she walked before him. Her jeans were so tight, he could see the outline of her knickers through the light coloured denim. Obviously not a girl acquainted with g-strings. He thought how wonderful it was that her peachy little bottom was so small in comparison to her breasts. Her long hair swished gently at mid-back length. Cut into a perfect straight horizontal line, complimenting her full, block fringe. She made her way to where Barbara sat by the fireside and leaned over to hug her. At that point, all thoughts that this girl was his niece vanished from Joe's mind as her sticking out, denim clad rump presented itself to him as she greeted her Aunt. Her sweater had shifted slightly upwards as she leaned, allowing him to imagine his hands on her bare skin whilst he plowed her from behind. He quickly told himself it didn't have to be her. It could be ANY busty teen. Like Crystal for example, or even some of the girls that had worked there before Crystal. Even though their tits weren't as big, he had watched them grow up in the village and 9 out of 10 of them would be virgins. Mmmmm, to have his cock break an untried hole. What would it feel like? The only thing that had sheathed him in the last 10+ years had been his own hand!

"Sit yerself down love. Look, there's chocolate and cake 'ere. It's somethin' we do for all our work placement girls as an extra thank you you know."

"Oh, it looks lovely Auntie Barbara, thank you." Deborah smiled and sat in the chair that Barbara had gestured to, on the opposite side of the fireplace. The gentle movement of her bust as she flicked her hair away from her shoulders wasn't lost on Joe. Now that there was a bit of distance between them from his position on the sofa opposite both women, he could see the faint outline of Deborah's bra pretty much horizontal across her chest, very similar to what he'd seen through Crystal's top on her last day, only the deliciously gentle bulging above the bra was a lot more noticeable with Deborah than it had been with Crystal. He sat there, an inane expression on his face as he began to wonder what size his niece's breasts were.

"Well, are you going to tell Debs about the work 'ere or what!?" Barbara rolled her eyes and smiled at Deborah, almost mocking her husband and being totally unaware of his fixation on their young niece's body.

"Ooh, arrr, yeah, course I am. Right..." Joe shifted in the chair as he made a strong, purposeful effort to look at Deborah's eager face. "So, what you'll be doin' is very much dependent on the seasons so this time o' year you'll be doin' things like, inspecting the vines after bad weather to make sure they'll all in place and fixing 'em up in they're not, mucking out - don't madda what season it is, animals still need to be kept clean, cleaning in the milking shed and sometimes making sure that the collection guys load all the milk properly, picking seasonal fruit and veg and helping to stock the shop, feeding the animals, serving in the shop sometimes, although it's mostly Barbara does that but when it gets busy, we could problee do with some 'elp, collecting the eggs for the shop, if you're still 'ere in Summer, there'll 'opefully be some grape picking from the vines and 'alloween there'll be a pumpkin display to 'elp with and. We're looking to produce our first wine this year. Should bring quite a bit o' money in."

"And what about the other stuff?" Barbara chipped in, again rolling her eyes in mock jest as if she were showing Deborah that her husband was quite often the 'silly old man'.

"Oh... ummm... yeah..." Joe had felt himself staring hard at Deborah's face, so intense had his concentration been in keeping his gaze away from her ample, sweater covered bust.

"I'LL tell 'er! Honestly Joe! Why don't you go and get the roster, then we can sort out when she wants to come. Well, that's if she still DOES want to come after everything you've mentioned?" Barbara looked expectantly at her niece. It had sounded like an awful lot of work as her husband had reeled everything off and she could still think of a couple of things he'd forgotten but it was seasonal and she wouldn't be doing every task every single day.

"Oh, I really want to come!" Deborah smiled at her aunt as Joe headed for the kitchen to get the roster, the silent thought in his head being, 'So do I. BADLY.'

"Oh I'm glad sweet but listen sometimes there's things I need 'elp with in 'ere. Sometimes, we bake for the farm shop, home made cakes and pies using whatever fruits and berries and..."

"Oh, I've never baked anything, ever." Deborah looked sad, feeling in some way that she was letting her aunt down.

"Oh, that's OK love! I didn't mean you'd be baking, it's the stuff I sometimes struggle to manage afterwards like clearing up and then wrapping stuff and taking it to the shop to put on the shelves."

"Oh, that's fine. I can do that easily." Deborah looked at her aunt and felt a bit sorry for her. She was no longer the huge woman who struggled to walk anywhere that she had first come to know when they first moved in next door, but she always had a slightly tired look on her face and she'd heard her Mum and Dad talking about the issues she suffered with fatigue.

"Oh I'm glad, thanks Debs. It's so frustratin' for me ya see. Some mornings I can wake up fine but by lunchtime, I just feel like I need a lie down or a sleep. Still mustn't complain, there's folks with bigger issues than moyne. At least I can still do me baking and knitting that I love."

"Right, so when would your preferred times be for comin'?" Joe again looked Deborah purposefully in the face, this time his gaze appearing steely cold. He was well aware of his subtle, innuendo-laden remark that to his niece was literally just him asking what days she wanted to be at the farm.

"Umm, I'm not sure. When do you want me?"

Silence ensued as Joe's gaze momentarily drifted to her bust and back to her face again.

"Well, we'd 'ave to see 'ow good you are first wouldn't we? If you're VERY good, I might want you ALL the time, ha!" Joe tried to lighten the mood as he was aware he was becoming aroused just thinking about having his busty niece around on a regular basis. He imagined her walking around the farm in the dress she'd worn at the restaurant last night. He'd have a permanent boner and would have to dig out some pretty baggy overalls to hide it.

"Try n work it backwards love. Have you got any days you can't do because of studying or anything else you do during the week?" Barbara tried to help her to decide.

"Ummm, yeah so I have to go into college 2 days a week on a Monday and Tuesday so I wouldn't be able to come then."

This wasn't what Joe wanted to hear. He wanted her there as soon as possible.

"OK, so shall we say Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays?" Barbara smiled, finishing her drink.

"Might be a weekend day too when it's busy season!" Joe chipped in, wanting to make sure she knew from the start that there was an expectation on her to be around for a good amount of time.

"That's fine. Oh, hang on..." The broad smile started to dissipate from Deborah's face. "Every third Friday in the month, I've got counselling usually at 4pm. I can't miss it, it's really important."

"I'm sure we can work round that dear, can't we Joe?"

"Oh yeah." Joe was pleased. It wasn't too much of a spanner in the works and even if she left to get back indoors for 4pm, she'd still have most of the day there. "Counselling? So what's that about then?"

Deborah's gaze dropped to the red, patterned carpet. "It's to help with my self-esteem, confidence and mental health. Growing up hasn't been easy for me and..."

"Listen, there's no need to spill yer 'eart to us love is there Joe? You do what you need to do. It's important. Look, I'm gonna nip up for a quick nap so Joe, why don't you show Deborah where she can change each day and the overalls and stuff and I'll see you on Wednesday Debs."

"Thanks Auntie Barbara. I promise I'll be a big help to you both."

"I know you will love." Barbara turned and smiled as she left the room to make her way upstairs.

"Ah, I feel a bit sorry for Auntie Barbara. It must be horrible to feel so tired a lot of the time."

With his wife out of the way, Joe could appreciate his niece's large bust more openly, knowing that the naive girl wouldn't have the slightest clue. He noticed how the ribs in the knitted patterning of her sweater were stretched much wider apart over her bust compared with the patterning lower down on her stomach. He thought that the high polo neck somehow made her breasts look even bigger than when there had been a little cleavage on show at the restaurant last night.

"Follow me into the parlour and I'll show you where everythin' is." With his back to her and hands unseen, Joe briefly adjusted the front of his trousers as he headed off through the kitchen and into the old parlour. It wasn't really used as a proper room any more and just served as a storage space for the almost industrial quantities of flour and baking ingredients that Barbara used when making things for the shop. Joe sometimes walked through it to get to the old lean-to which he used when he wanted some 'personal' time.

"So when you work on a farm, you get 'ot. Even in winter, it's easy to work up a sweat coz it's manual work. These are the dungarees that we give to all our 'elpers and we usually tell our girls that they go on better over leggings and fairly thin tops." Joe took down the very same dungarees that Crystal had worn.

"Right, so would the top I'm wearing today not be good?"

"Joe took the gifted opportunity to look at her bust without any hesitation whatsoever. God she really was a lovely big girl.

"It's a bit thick love. 'Ave you got any thinner tops? Nothin' wrong with the style, just needs to be a bit thinner than knitted if you get what I mean?"

"Oh yes, I've got a few thinner ones. I bought them when Mum and Dad took me shopping the week before my birthday."

Still staring at her chest, Joe replied, "Right so you was seventeen when you bought 'em then?"

"Yes, that's right." Deborah smiled. She was look forward to starting her new work placement and with it being just next door and with her Uncle and Aunt, it really couldn't have been any better.

Joe pulled a hanky from his pocket and wiped his forehead. He'd felt a noticeable jolt of something pass through him as he'd asked her when she bought the tops. Quickly shaking his head to pull himself out of his own, weird world he smiled and started back on his run-through of the clothing.

"And you wouldn't be able to wear jeans like that underneath either. They're too thick and by the time you get these over the top, you wouldn't be able to move. Too restricting."

"Shall I try them on?"

Much as Joe would've even stretched to paying good money to watch his 18 year old niece strip out of her clothes to slip the dungarees on over her underwear, he knew with the way he was feeling at that moment that self control definitely wasn't on the menu and he didn't want to do anything to scare her away.

"No, no they won't fit right over what you've got on there which would mean you'd 'ave to take your clothes off to try 'em and I wouldn't want you to feel embarrassed."

"Oh, I don't feel embarrassed with family, it's only people I don't know that I don't like being around." Deborah smiled, her innocence radiating out from her face, unwittingly teasing her uncle by alluding to the fact that she would feel perfectly comfortable getting changed in front of family. Joe wondered if her Dad, Mike had seen her walking around the house in her underwear.

"No, we'll leave that for today but I tell you what, why don't you take these 'ome and if you like, you can try 'em there and get ready for work before you come over, you know, put yer leggings and one of yer thinner tops on, pop yer dungarees over the top and you'd be all ready. No need to change 'ere then."

Joe wanted to make things seem as straightforward and easy as possible for Deborah. It seemed like she already had a relaxed attitude being around family and with a bit of time and gentle coaxing on his part, he felt sure he could have her experiencing some 'new things' during her time at the farm.

"You'd better get back love. I'll 'elp you with yer coat." Reaching the porch, Joe stood behind her and held out the thick, padded garment. Looking down from over her shoulder, he enjoyed how her ample breasts pushed forward as she angled her arms behind her back to slip into the coat sleeves. "'Ere, take this torch and stick to the top path in the woods OK? I'll see you on Wednesdee."

"Thanks Uncle Joe and thanks so much for letting me work here on the farm." Deborah smiled and hugged her uncle, giving nothing of herself away as the thick padded anorak cushioned everything.

"The pleasure's all mine. ALL mine. Take care my priddy."

Joe turned to lean back on the heavy, closed door sighing loudly, his right hand moving to his crotch.

"Jesus Christ. You might be innocent and you might be my niece but you sure are a right liddle prick-teaser. 'Ow long you bin 'iding those great big tiddies eh? Reckon you're gonna give my Sammy a run for 'er money. Urrrgh God." Joe's whispering voice faded out as he strode into the lean-to next to the side of the parlour. The old rickety structure was full of cobwebs and was somewhere Barbara never went. Joe kept the odd few things in there that he would bring back from his main storage unit to 'enjoy' himself with when he had quiet time. He pulled out a dusty old box, lifted the lid and took out the frayed old newspaper from 1983. Pulling out a plastic garden chair, he sat down, quickly pulled out his already firm cock and flicked to the third page.

"Mmmm, Sam, those lovely big, firm tits. Oh they don't 'arf stick out so good. Urrrggghhhhhhh......" Joe's groan was long and low and he knew he was literally seconds away from cumming. His young niece had well and truly AND unknowingly, stoked him with her large, sweater covered bust and now he could finish himself off by looking at one of his favourite nude pairs, fresh and displayed for the very first time on that 1983 page AND before that annoying law came in some 20 years later. As he continued to wank, the topless blonde on the page began to somehow morph into his niece, the hair becoming brown, the face becoming free of make-up, the breasts becoming unbelievably fuller as his recollection of Deborah's well filled sweater somehow surpassed what he was looking at on the page.

"Oh God, show me those tiddies my darlin'. Show your Uncle Joe what a lovely big girl you are. That's it, lift your top up sweedie. Oh yeah... good girl... that's it... keep lifting... no need to be shy... oh Debbie... oh Debbie darlin' look... URRRGGGHHH... you sure that priddy bra's big enough for you? Ahhhh! Oh God! Oh God Debbie! Look at them tits! They're SO big darlin'. Big juicy teen knockers! Oh Debs... I can't... I can't... I... OH FUUUUUUUUCK!!! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! UUUUUURRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! ARRRGH! ARRRGH! ARRRGH! ARRRGH! ARRRGH!" Joe quickly angled himself away from the paper that he often used to help bring himself off. It was old enough as it was and would be unlikely to recover from a drenching of hot, thick semen. His breaths came loud and raspy as his body jerked through a powerful climax, the blonde newspaper teen of 1983 that started him off, quickly becoming the teenage girl that was his niece here in 2026 finishing him off beautifully.

As he began to dab at himself with tissues, a quick flash of guilt came into his head. Thoughts about his niece's tits had just brought him off. As fantasies go, that was pretty off. She was family and after all, there were plenty of other girls he could wank off to in his collection of big tit 'memorabilia'. He then started feeling angry with himself, silently vowing to stick to his existing fantasies and leave his niece out of it. After all, nothing could happen with her. It would be wrong and even if it did, he'd never forgive himself. He wasn't sure he could live with that. Yes, it had been an enjoyable few minutes but he would stick to his existing stash going forward. Putting the newspaper back carefully, he slid the box back into the cupboard and made his way back into the living room. It wasn't even 6pm yet.

**********

Exactly as expected, Deborah had turned up for her first day on the farm in black leggings, a thinner, polo neck, long-sleeved top also in black and her dark blue dungarees over the top. In just the first ten minutes of her being there, Joe had already clocked enough side-on views of her to stoke his ardour. With the large gap at the side of the dungarees between where the straps went over her shoulders and the fabric came down to her hips, her bust in profile was very noticeable. Sticking out from her chest, perpendicular to her torso and with the thick denim literally just lightly covering her front, the seemingly permanent, gentle up and down motion of her breasts as she walked about and worked was beautiful. Just beautiful. He watched as she bent to pull her wellington boots on, the shape beneath the dungarees changing to downward pointing and seemingly much fuller. She'd only been there a few minutes and he could feel a semi building and yet, she wasn't particularly sexily dressed. In fact, no man would likely describe dungarees as being sexy but HE knew what his shapely young niece had got going on beneath her clothes and it excited him more than anything.

Turning away and reaching through the side of his own dungarees, he quickly adjusted his crotch through his trousers and told himself to buck up and be more professional. He would spend the next couple of hours walking Deborah around the farm, pointing out the jobs that needed to be done on different days and showing her what to do. He would then have to leave her to it. He'd never had to get on and work whilst having an erection before. The nearest he'd come was on a few occasions when he'd seen their previous helper, Crystal back in the summer. Obviously, summer time meant she didn't have to bother with the dungarees and there was less mud around and the sight of her in skin tight skinny jeans tucked into riding style boots and a tight, stretchy vest on top made the pretty young teen look beyond sexy. He'd often teased himself by positioning himself out of sight of her to watch her work and by God, every time she'd swept the stable out, the combination of her low cut vest, leaning position as she swept and of course, the movement that came with using a broom, had made him feel almost sick with lust. Her large breasts hung down and forward within her bra, pushing at the neckline of the ribbed vest and moving beautifully. Big, soft young tits, likely untouched, innocent and - according to the way-off thoughts in his head - begging to be introduced to what the touch of a lusty, older man could engender within them. Yes, he'd certainly had to walk off and relieve himself many times. He didn't want it to be the same with Deborah. She was his niece and although - as a man - he could definitely appreciate her beauty and her amazing figure, that's as far as it could go. He'd already vowed not to think about her when he wanked going forward.

During her first morning at the farm, Deborah had been told about everything she'd have to get involved with at different times and been shown how to do it. She'd had to learn about keeping all the animal pens clean daily, checking feed levels and replenishment, hooking up the cows for milking, checking on all the fruit and vegetable patches, making sure pathways were kept clean and tidy, moving sheep and cows out onto the large fields and getting them back in again, checking on chickens and ducks and collecting eggs, making sure the farm shop was well stocked and replenishing shelves where products were running low and eventually she would help in the shop whilst it was open during the busier season. Then there were the tasks that she had to complete inside the farmhouse with her Aunt Barbara. These would depend on her Aunt's capacity which varied quite a lot each day so it was often a 'take it as it comes' approach needed for the inside work. Sometimes, she would help with baking cakes for the farm shop and organising the knitted crafts that her Aunt made to sell. Other times it could be mundane things such as washing up or cleaning around the house, depending on how her Aunt was feeling that day.

"I expect you're both ready for lunch?" Barbara's smiling face at the farmhouse door encouraged Deborah and Joe to take a break and stop for something to eat. "Table's set in the kitchen." She went back inside and Joe and Deborah walked towards the large house.

"It's so nice of you to make me lunch as well as the cake and chocolate in the afternoons."

"Oh, it's our pleasure lovely. We do it for all our helpers so course we're doing it for our own niece." Joe smiled and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Actually, I'm really hot now after all that."

"Yeah, it's easy to work up quite a sweat out 'ere, specially when it's sunny like today. 'Ere, tell you what I do when it's like this..." Joe unclipped the metal clasps at the front of his dungarees and let the garment just hang down. "That's bedder. Get that heavy fabric off for a bit."

"Oh right." Joe glanced sideways as Deborah eagerly unfastened the straps and let the top of her own dungarees rest at her waist. "Oh, that IS a lot better." She smiled as her Uncle's hand came back to rest on her shoulder again, not even noticing that his fingers were ever so slightly moving side to side as he covertly sought out her bra strap.

"After you love." Joe gestured for her to go into the porch and they both took off their wellington boots. Joe glanced up as he wrestled with his right boot, enjoying another side view of his niece as she headed off to her Aunt in the kitchen. Even wearing black which was a slimming colour, her tits really stuck out. He'd managed to avoid an unwanted hardon so far so felt he was doing well.

"Oh, you too worked up a sweat out there then?" Barbara smiled as her husband and niece sat that the table, their dungarees flopping around their waists.

"I was surprised how quickly I got hot." Deborah grinned, tucking into the sandwiches that her Aunt had made.

"I tell ya, when the sun's out, this place is a right hot-bed ain't it Joe?"

"Ooh aye it is. I was saying that to Debs earlier."

"Still, when it warms up a bit more, you don't afta worry about them dungarees, just jeans and a t-shirt'll do eh Joe."

"Oh yeah. Come mid-end April and onwards, provided the mud dries up nicely, you won't need 'em. I presume you've got jeans and t-shirts Debs?" Joe looked at his niece expectantly, suddenly imagining another Crystal-like teen in his midst.

"Yeah, I have. Oh, I can't wait for that. It'll feel better than these." Deborah pulled at the hanging dungaree straps as she continued to eat.

'Mmmm, an' I can't wait either,' the silent thought in Joe's head came like an autopilot statement, the carefully unspoken desire to ogle his young niece's gorgeous body no less powerful in it's noiselessness.

After lunch Deborah and Joe headed back outside. The cows needed to be milked in time for the collection at 4pm. Joe had already shown Deborah how to connect up the milking clusters and teat cups to the cows and they would each take a side of the large barn to get the machinery in place and start the process.

Deborah was a quick learner and was easily keeping pace with her Uncle. Joe watched to make sure she was doing it correctly, stealing glances at her jiggling bust as she moved along the line of cows. Mmmmm... not only was she a fantastic piece of eye candy on his farm but she was also bloody useful on a practical level as well. She enjoyed what she was doing and was eager to show she could be helpful. Aside from her college placement and qualification, doing this work was also part of helping her improve her confidence, something that her therapist was always trying to encourage.

"Some of the udders are really big Uncle Joe! They look really bulging. Does that mean they've got more milk than the other ones?"

As her words hit his ears, Joe desperately wanted to touch himself. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before turning around and smiling at her.

"100% correct!" He grinned, hooking up the last cow on his side and walking over to where Deborah still had another two to go. "If you look at this one 'ere on the end, see how the skin looks all stretched and taut and, like you said, there's a lotta bulging going on. Well, she's full to bursting. This one you're doing now, not so much."

Although Joe was pointing at each cow's udders as he spoke, his eyes were firmly on the downward shape of his niece's large breasts beneath her top. Now, much as he'd been able to be 'good' so far, looking at Deborah's bust combined with talking about full, milky udders had started his cock twitching.

"I'm glad I got something right. You know I really want to be helpful and do my best here."

"You're doing great darlin'. Considering you've never done this before, you're doing a great job and asking important questions. Course, it's only the same as humans really." Joe knew that his niece's inquisitive nature would make her ask what he meant.

"What d'you mean Uncle?"

(Joe felt pleased he could predict her reactions).

"Well, it's like humans innit. When a woman gets pregnant, her um..." Joe wasn't sure what to refer to breasts as in that split moment. Did he stay formal and just say 'breasts' or should he use the word 'boobs' as he thought it might be more akin to how young girls referred to themselves these days?

"... her boobs get bigger and fill up with milk. Course then, baby comes along, has a feed and they get a little smaller. Then they refill with milk until baby's ready again and so on and so on. Mind you, you must know that. I'm sure they teach all that stuff at school these days don't they?"

"Oh yes, they do," Deborah replied, matter of factly. "We learned about that years ago. Mind you, I don't think I'd ever want my... you know to get any bigger. They're big enough as it is! You know, when I went with Mum and Dad to buy some new clothes just before my birthday, when I was buying underwear, there was just so much choice, I didn't know where to go first. There was a section called 'Teen' so I just went there, after all, I'm a teenager so it seemed logical but the lady who measured me told me afterwards that they were more first time bras and they didn't go up to my size so she took me to a different section."

"R... right. First bras eh?" Joe was feeling turned on. He hadn't expected his niece to be so open.

"Yeah, mostly B cup bras but some C's. Definitely too small for me. Just this last one to connect now." Deborah leaned to connect the last cluster. She had unintentionally hindered her Uncle's inner attempts at keeping himself in check. He scarily felt that he had reached a point of no return.

"C... C cup too small? Wh... what size did you end up needing then?" Joe tried to make his conversation sound as relaxed and innocent as possible, just part of the same innocuous chat that Deborah had started just a couple of minutes ago.

"Oh, I wear F cup bras. I'm a size 34F. But you know Uncle, the lady there told me that most girls think they stop growing at 18 and whilst some do, something like 50% of girls find that they don't stop growing until their early 20s! Can you imagine that!?"

Joe could definitely 'imagine that'...

"Oh, there you've taught me somethin' I didn't know. I thought everyone stopped growing at 18, male or female. Right, d'you want to come over and start the machine off?" Joe coughed, his mouth now dry from thinking about the revelation that his pretty, young niece had F cup breasts. She was so beautifully slim as well. No wonder they stuck out so far from her body. He remembered an old newspaper he'd kept from back in the 1980s that had had a picture of a young model in it called Maria. She too was slim and at the time, he'd never seen a girl with breasts that seemed to stick out like torpedos as hers did. He could remember word-for-word, the short few words that accompanied the picture. They were etched on his memory -

'Pretty Maria wows us with her 36DDs'

'Double D. And my niece is an F! Fuuuuuucking hell!' Once again, Joe's thoughts were interfering with work. He was desperate to touch himself but couldn't.

"Right, d'you remember what I showed you earlier?"

"I do Uncle. Watch."

Joe watched as Deborah checked the dials and turned on the machine, slowly opening the valves until the gauges were all reading as he'd shown her earlier. She turned to check that the cows were all still connected and looking relaxed and proudly smiled at her Uncle.

"There."

"I afta say, I'm impressed my lovely. Mind you, I'm feeling really tired now. Probably because I didn't sleep so well last night."

"D'you not sleep well Uncle Joe? Sometimes, I can't sleep either. My therapist is trying to help me with that. How long will it take for this milking to be finished? Could you have a little nap? I can unconnect everything once it's done."

"Ooh, you're a right diamond darlin' you really are." Joe placed his hand on her back this time, gently feeling for her bra band through the stretchy top. He began to slowly pass his hand up and down over it as they stood looking out at the cows. Deborah didn't flinch, didn't try to start walking away and didn't look at him. Truth was, whilst she knew her Uncle had his hand on her back, she thought of it as nothing other than friendliness and caring and had absolutely no idea at all that her Uncle was becoming further aroused just from the feel of a set of mere bra hooks.

"Nah, I won't have a nap now coz I might not wake up in time but I wouldn't mind a quiet sit down inside. Would you mind waiting here to make sure everything runs smoothly?"

"Oh sure Uncle Joe, of course!" Deborah was pleased as she felt she was being trusted with a lot on her first day. She would never have thought that far from being tired, her Uncle actually needed to be by himself to wank.

"You know where to find me if anythin' 'appens. I'll be back in 'alf an hour."

Joe ambled towards the house, his mind focused solely on the throbbing between his legs and his mission of having a little 'me time' in the old lean-to. Kicking his boots off, he quickly headed through the parlour and out into the rickety old add-on building. Barbara heard the door slam from her chair by the fireside as she sat knitting crafts for the shop. The lean-to wasn't an area of the house that she went into but she knew Joe used it for his 'time out' as she'd heard him climaxing in there once when she was in the kitchen. She'd mentioned it afterwards and they'd talked about it civily and Joe had explained tactfully and lovingly, that he still needed relief in that way. He was very careful to use words that he felt wouldn't hurt his wife's feelings, adding that he loved her to bits and that it was no reflection on her but that he was cursed by dint of being a man that he would sometimes get very strong urges that he couldn't ignore. Barbara trusted her husband implicitly. Although he gave her no reason to be down on herself about the way her condition had affected her, she couldn't help feeling a pang of guilt each time she heard the doors to the parlour and lean-to close as she knew he would be getting the kind of pleasure that she, as a wife, should be giving him and indeed, had used to give him up until her health had started to let her down. That aside, she did think that using that room during the day and especially when their niece was around wasn't a good idea. She would talk to him about it later.

Joe reached for the tin in the upper cupboard and pulled out the old 1983 newspaper again. His trusty 'quick one' go-to during the day. He kept one magazine up in the back of his wardrobe but all the rest of his huge stash was in his storage unit. He had recently begun thinking that with his niece now being around more, he might have to go and retrieve some of that old stuff. He had a plethora of old newspapers, magazines, photos, articles and of course, his huge stash of used bras in larger cup sizes. He knew he was short on time and quickly unzipped his trousers and opened the paper to page 3. There she was - his 'Sammy' as he called her, the pretty faced young blonde, side on to the camera, her fresh, D cup tits jutting forth proudly. Reaching down into his Y-fronts, he sighed heavily as he gazed at her firm, gravity defying jugs...

"Mmmmm, God help me but if that's how D cups stick out, I can only imagine what your gorgeous F cups'd look like my Debs. Oh yeah..." Joe began stroking his cock firmly. It felt SO good. "... too big for the teen section eh darlin'? Well if that ain't fucking sexy, I don't know what is. Oh Goddddd." Joe closed his eyes, thinking back to the chat he and Deborah had had in the milking shed. He could hear the faint 'shooshing' sound made by the milking machinery every time the vacuum pulled in suction on the teats...

"Never mind those cows, I'd bloody LOVE to milk your udders my beauty. Mmmmm, so big and heavy and... well... I know you ain't got no milk but I bet you'd still love to feed your old Uncle wouldn't you eh? Get that top n bra off and lower a big 'eavy tit into me mouth. Oh God Debs, I'd suckle you so good. Feast on those lovely young F cups. Make you squirm. Coz you never felt nothin' like that before have ya? Mmmmm, wait til you wake up to the joy of what having those big tits played with does to ya. Just a few squeezes from your Uncle Joe and that little cunny o' yours'll be pulsing right 'ard it will. Oh fuck me YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! Urrgh! Urrgh! Urrgh! Urrgh! Urrgh! Urrgh! Urrgh! URRRRRGGGHHHH!!"

Joe's body shook rhythmically as he flew into climax much more quickly than he'd expected to. Images of him suckling on Deborah's breasts and also of her (for some strange reason) having her own tits hooked up to the noisy milking machinery had sent him into the strongest orgasm he'd had in many months. He'd tried his best to stifle any noise and for the most part, he'd succeeded but the last 'Urrgh' had ended up being louder than he'd have liked as the overwhelming feelings made their final escape from his body. The old newspaper had slid off his legs onto the floor. He hadn't really needed it as it had well and truly been thoughts of his niece that had brought him off so crushingly. He had cum on the front of his trousers though so would have to be sure to wear his dungarees fully pulled up when he went back outside.

He closed his eyes, legs apart, stretched back against the small plastic chair and sighed. What the hell!? He had vowed NOT to think about his niece in any of his wanks but how was he to know she'd end up starting a conversation about bras and even more - telling him her bra size! And all totally innocently! She had no idea about the effect her general chit-chat had had on her Uncle. Now if her mother had been around, she'd have really laid into her, similar to how she'd gone on at her on her birthday at the restaurant when she'd spoken about going shopping for some more bras. You DIDN'T talk about bras in front of men, even if they were family. It just wasn't to be done. To Deborah though, it was just a bra. Just an item of clothing. Just something simple that all women wore. What was wrong in talking about them? Nothing as far as she was concerned. And to be fair, she was right. It would only be a very small group of possibly quite perverted, older men that would find something as simple as a bra arousing and the likelihood of her being in the company of such men when she had no friends and only spent time around her family was zero.

Joe struggled to his feet, took a deep breath, put his old newspaper back in the tin, the tin back in the cupboard and headed outside. Barbara got up to make herself a cup of tea. This time, she walked through the kitchen and just slowly opened the door to the parlour. She could smell the scent of sweat permeating in strongly from the lean-to. She headed over and pushed the door. It really was a horrible room with cobwebs strewn from here to there, dirty windows and rotting wooden window frames. She wrinkled her nose against the smell and began to pull the door closed but noticed a huge pile of tissues on the old wooden counter to the side. Much as she really didn't want to go in there, she took a few steps up to the counter and leaned down. The tissues were sopping wet and reeked of semen.

"God Joe! If you're gonna do this at least clear up after yourself!" she slammed the door shut, vowing to remember to have that conversation with him later on about NOT using that room whilst their niece was on the farm.

"Everything alright?" Joe strode into the milking barn to find Deborah unhooking the machinery from the cows.

"It's all done Uncle and look, the gauge over there says the tank's nearly full."

"So it does! Oh you really are a good 'un love.

"I think most of the udders in here were really full. But I guess it's best when they're really full isn't it Uncle because then you get a better milk yield."

Deborah was even using the terminology now. Joe looked at her as she stood proudly, hands on hips surveying the task she'd just completed. Her figure really was something else.

"Oh definitely darlin'. Full udders are always the best."

The need to feel his niece's generous young breasts was becoming overwhelming. They were just so big and that was WITHOUT milk in them! A vision of her topless and side on to a camera like Sam in the newspaper he'd just wanked over floated briefly into his mind. If he thought Sam's tits stuck out, what would Debbie's F cups look like!? And why was he now imagining how they'd tumble beautifully through her hands when she was in the shower?

"Oh, you've got your dungarees back on? I'm still feeling hot in this barn. The sun's beating right down on it you know."

'And I'm gonna beat off again if you carry on,' Joe thought to himself, suddenly every bit of chit-chat was feeling like banter but he knew it was only in his head.

"I know, I spilt some coffee down me trousers whilst I was indoors so I thought I'd keep 'em covered up until I get changed later. Right, now this is all finished in 'ere, we've got the tanker coming around 4pm and then that'll be it for today. You alright with what you've done 'ere today?"

"Oh, I'm really happy Uncle Joe. Thanks SO much for letting me come here."

'Come'. Not a word that Joe wanted to hear right now.

"It's our pleasure love and you've done very very well too. Look, I'll leave it up to you but as there's only the tanker left for today, you can go 'ome if you like but it will mean that Barbara won't have sorted the cake and chocolate yet or, you can wait and just watch the tanker with me and then go. I'll still give you yer full pay."

Joe pulled £50.00 in cash out of his pocket and held it towards her."

"Oh, are you sure Uncle Joe? I feel bad taking this because I've enjoyed myself so much."

"No, you take it love. You've earned it. Besides, it's part of the college agreement. We have to pay you. I'm sure you won't say no. Put it towards some new clothes or summink eh."

"Aww, thanks Uncle Joe." Deborah took the notes and slid them into the side pocket of her dungarees. "If it's OK, can I go, just today as I am feeling quite tired now, like you were earlier I guess."

"Of course you can go. Don't forget to use the torch and stick to the top path in the woods OK. I'll see you tomorrow and thanks my lovely."

"Bye Uncle Joe."

It was getting dim now and Deborah strode quickly down the path, through the gate, into the vineyard, out the gate at the far end and into the woods. Five minutes or so and she'd be home, eager to tell her Mum and Dad about the great day she'd had and £50.00 richer to boot!

**********

"Joe..."

Joe rolled his eyes as he pulled off his boots and dungarees in the porch. He could tell by his wife's tone that she was going to whinge about something. He had no idea what. He'd been out of the house most of the day so what could he have done wrong? He was tired (though more through sexual frustration and torment than hard work today) and wasn't in the mood for anything other than dinner.

"Yes my love?" Joe decided in a split second that he'd try and be as nice as possible as opposed to surly and disinterested.

"Joe look, I don't mean to go on but d'you think when you use the lean-to, you could just do it either of an evening or when Deborah's not on the farm?"

"Eh? What?"

"You went into the old lean-to earlier on didn't you? I heard the door bang after you."

"Oh, right, so we're back to that again are we? Look love, I did tell you that sometimes, I need to..."

"JOE! Hear me out will you!? I'm not 'avin a go at you 'avin a room for... well... for that sort of thing but just don't do it when Debs is around eh? Suppose she came into the kitchen for something and 'eard you? Suppose she walked past outside and 'eard you? Or saw you through those damn filthy windows?"

"And did YOU 'ear anything from there earlier? Did you?"

"No, I didn't Joe but..."

"See. I kept meself to meself, nice n quiet. What is it, can't I 'ave a bit o' me-time any more eh? Bloody 'ell Barbara, I work 'ard enough in this place!"

"JOE! I suppose I'll afta spell it out to ya! I don't think it's appropriate to do THAT when we've got Debs on the farm OK? She's only 18 years old and you know 'ow... well, 'ow young she is for 'er age. Just supposin' she did 'ear you one day and asked you what was 'appening eh? It's not right and I don't want any 'strange stories' getting back to college. I'm not saying don't use the room and... I know why you need to use it..."

Barbara's voice wavered a little and a couple of tears slipped from her eyes. "You left a pile of tissues in there so they'll need to be cleared up. D'you get what I'm saying Joe?"

Seeing his wife upset wasn't something that Joe liked. Usually because it might involve a sulk that could last a few days or it could trigger a relapse of aspects of her condition. It was so much easier at times like this to comfort her and put any 'situation' to bed.

"I'm sorry love. Look don't get upset. I see what you mean now and I just didn't think. It's Deborah's first day and I'm not used to 'avin someone around again. I'll only use it at night if I 'ave to use it OK love?" Joe walked over and hugged his wife.

"I appreciate it Joe and it's for the wellbeing of our niece after all." Barbara smiled, her expression soon turning to puzzlement as she noticed the front of his trousers.

"What 'appened there?" She pointed to the creamy coloured, dried in stains on both legs.

Joe had forgotten that his trousers were stained from earlier.

"Oh that. It's umm... it's err... it's where..."

"Is it to do with that pile of tissues?" Barbara stared at him making him feel like a naughty child, guilty and boxed into a corner with nowhere else to go.

"Yesss, OK, there was err... a bit more than I thought there'd be when I was umm... having some time to myself earlier."

"Oh honestly Joe! You know that stuff's not the easiest to get out in the wash! God, I don't know, middle o' the day and you're thinking about stuff that makes you do THAT. I'll go and check on dinner. I've made a steak pie."

Barbara rolled her eyes and headed off to the kitchen. Joe flopped down into the chair opposite the fireplace. Staring into the flames he thought back over his day. Not only had he broken his vow NOT to think of his niece whilst wanking, he'd had to take time out of his day to sort himself out. Not something he usually did as he would normally wait until the quiet of evening. He hadn't been able to control himself. He closed his eyes, the flames from the fire feeling warm on his eyelids even at that distance. He pictured Deborah's pretty, smiling face in the cow shed, casually telling him that she wore a 34F bra as if it were the most natural topic of conversation in the world. She genuinely thought nothing of it but to him, it had not only made his day but made his head fill with possibilities. If she were so open and unassuming talking about that, what other topics could he try and introduce that she might talk about with equal candour and innocence? He thought about the urgent need to wank that had overcome him earlier. He visualised 'his' Sam in the old newspaper. Torpedo shaped tits had always been his absolute favourite and now, perhaps (of course, he couldn't tell for sure) he would have a set of even bigger ones working with him several days a week?! He visualised his hand shafting his cock earlier, he could almost hear himself telling her what he'd told her earlier, that her 'little cunny' would be 'pulsing' once he started working on her. Mmmmm... God...

Joe fell into a deep sleep in the chair, the warmth of the fire and the deliciousness of his thoughts sending him off into a dream world where his exceptionally busty young niece had walked innocently up to him and said, 'I'm wearing a new bra Uncle Joe, would you like to see it?' Her fingers curling into the hem of her top as she began to lift it.

**********

And so it continued... Deborah visited the farm 3 days a week (Joe wished it were 7), went to college on one of the days and studied from home on the other.

Over the weeks that had passed, Joe and Deborah had worked closely together. Joe was genuinely impressed by how quickly she had picked everything up. He had only had to show her once and that was it, stuff just seemed to stick in her head. Even Deborah wondered why it couldn't have been like that at school but she soon realised the answer to that. This was work she was actually interested in and she was capable of excellent focus when it was something she really enjoyed.

Of course, Joe still struggled every day with being in such close proximity to his very busty niece. There had been one day where the top that she had worn under her dungarees was white and yet the bra she had on underneath was black. Basically, her entire bra was very visible under her top and every time he was side on to her, he could see what was the horizontal cut shape of the balcony cups and then the gentle bulging just above them where her breasts - although nicely held in place - had a very generous overspill, the white fabric of her top clinging tightly to both her bra and the uncovered flesh above it. Whenever she leaned over that day, Joe was in heaven as the fullness of her ample breasts splayed across the top of her bra, the white, stretchy fabric of her top tight against them, unintentionally showcasing how overtly voluminous her young boobs really were. That day, he'd had to send her home early with her £50.00 as he couldn't control how he was feeling, a voice in his head stupidly telling him to just 'give her a cuddle - it's ONLY a cuddle after all.' It felt too dangerous. After she left, he'd stormed straight into the lean-to, the door slamming with such force that cutlery draining on the kitchen sink shook. Barbara just sat rolling her eyes as she continued crafting by the fireside. He had emerged just ten minutes later, strolling into the living room and sitting down with the daily paper and making conversation with Barbara as if it was just a regular day. Although she had engaged with his chit-chat, Barbara thought she'd never seen her husband's face as red as that before.

On other days, Joe continued enjoying her company and actually liking that she had started to ask questions, not just about the farm but about life things in general. She had asked Joe how long he and her Aunt had been married and a chat had ensued that involved her talking about her lack of confidence and that she was likely never to find a boyfriend. Joe had told tentatively told her that she was a very pretty girl and certainly, with a figure like she had, she'd have no trouble finding a boyfriend when the time was right. She had gone on to ask if a girl's figure made any difference and what would happen if the girl had a good figure but was a horrible person. She was quite probing in her questions but always listened well to his responses and either questioned them further or just silently took the information in. Joe had told her that she was totally right, in that if a girl was a nasty person inside, that her figure should probably be overlooked but reiterated that because she herself was a lovely natured, kind girl AND had a great figure, that there was no way she'd find herself without a boyfriend for too long but that she should wait for the right time and not just jump at the first person who paid her a compliment. She had said that she didn't believe compliments anyway and she thought that people just said nice things to get something from the other person. Joe actually thought it sad that she felt like this but it was borne out of years of so called high school friends stabbing her in the back, pretending to like her and then making fun of her because she was a bit different to the other girls. He had looked her squarely in the face and said, 'OK, what about if I pay you a compliment, would you believe me or d'you think that I'm just saying it?' She had answered that of course she would believe him as he was her Uncle, family.

'Family.' He wished she hadn't said that word.

As the weeks went by, Joe had decided to test the boundaries a bit more. He was finding it increasingly difficult to work with Deborah without becoming extremely aroused. He had really begun to get a feel for how her brain seemed to work and he loved her natural, openness and willingness to learn, her chatty nature and her trust of her family (even if she did express some annoyance for how her Mum had treated her as she was growing up). They talked a lot and laughed a lot.

One day, they were both walking the vines to check for stability and the first signs that small grapes might be appearing. Deborah had asked him if he believed in reincarnation. Taking a deep breath (as this would be his first real test of her) his reply had been, 'If I'm honest, I don't know but if there IS such a thing, I'd like to come back as a bra I think.' His eyes never left her face as he watched for her reaction. She broke into loud laughter, continually giggling as she asked him why on earth he'd choose something funny like that.

'Ooh, you think I'm funny do you?' Joe had pulled her close to his side, rubbing her arm before letting her go. Again, just another test of how she would react. She didn't flinch at all, just continued smiling at him, waiting for him to explain further. She was just walking the vines with her Uncle.

Joe had tried to use as bland a language as he could, not wanting to seem too overt or come across as a weirdo. His next piece had been...

'Well, I just think it'd be nice to 'ave yer 'ands around a good pair o' nice, warm boobs all day. Specially in winter, keep yer 'ands warm eh?' He quickly squeezed her to him again and let her go, actually stepping aside and putting distance between them. 'Mind you, 'ave to be a decent size as they'd 'old the 'eat better. At least a D cup I'd say.'

Joe watched her smiling face. She was still giggling at her Uncle's words and had responded in a way that had allowed the conversation to flow naturally, much to Joe's delight...

'D? Mine'd probably be too big for that then? Ha! D'you think a F cup would be too big for your hands Uncle Joe?' Deborah had sniggered. She still couldn't believe her Uncle had said he wanted to come back to life as a bra. She had no idea how her words were teasing the hell out of the old man.

Joe had replied, 'Ooh no love, the bigger the better when it comes to nice, warm boobs! Wait til you get that boyfriend of yours we were chatting about the other day, he'll soon tell you and I'd watch where he puts his 'ands in winter if I were you!'

Deborah laughed loudly again and Joe had noticed that she was blushing. It wasn't his words that had made her blush, it was the thought of having a boyfriend as it just seemed like such a far fetched concept at that time. They both continued inspecting the vines with Joe taking more than a fair share of glances at her jutting bust through the side of her open dungarees.

Joe's wank that night had been epic. He'd been quite forward with some of his remarks that day and all that had happened was that Deborah had questioned and laughed. In fact, they'd BOTH laughed at times. Nothing seemed to phase her. She was obviously totally oblivious to the workings of the male mind but she was so naturally inquisitive and relaxed in the farm environment that that by itself was turning into something that Joe could easily see as being able to work to his advantage. He had climaxed quickly thinking about her innocent reminder that she had F cup breasts and then asking him if they'd be too big for him. Of course, in his wank fantasy, she was asking the same question having actually shown him her pert, naked tits and inviting him to be her bra. Pure fantasy but such a GOOD one!

More weeks had passed and the start of April had become a lot warmer. Both Joe and Barbara had told Deborah that the time had come to ditch the dungarees and as long as she came in either jeans or leggings and a t-shirt that she could carry on wearing them until the season turned or the weather changed for the worse.

APRIL WEEK 1

Joe could hardly wait for that first day of the new clothing regime and his tried patience was rewarded when Deborah turned up in pale blue denim boot-cut jeans that hugged her hips and thighs tightly then flared out to the ankle and a simple navy blue t-shirt on top. Her cleavage within the scoop neck t-shirt definitely wasn't overt and didn't scream 'look at me!' but there was the upper part of a lovely line where her breasts were obviously being pushed together that Joe figured would continue on for some way inside her top. Not only that but his favourite view from the side was mind-blowing. Her bust in profile pushed that t-shirt right out, making her already slim waist look much smaller.

'God, I WANT you Debbie. I want you SO much.' The first silent thought in Joe's head would set the tone for the rest of the day.

"I'm going down the far fields to fill up the water troughs. You fancy a tractor ride?"

"Oh PLEASE Uncle Joe yes! Can I drive it?!"

"Steady on! Not yet lovely. Can't even drive a car yet can you?"

"No."

"Well, you keep doing well 'ere and I might teach you one day."

"Oh really Uncle Joe! That'd be amazing! Really?" Deborah's face beamed as she looked expectantly at her Uncle.

"Yes! You know me Debs, I ever say anythin' I don't mean. You must know that by now eh?"

Deborah nodded, still excited at the thought that she might learn to drive. She could go anywhere she wanted then, Any TIME she wanted as well. Freedom!

"Right now come on then, it's quite high up, d'you think you can make it? Hold on tight to that side bit and step onto that first plate then you just gotta heave yerself up."

Deborah put her right foot onto the plate and reached for the handle. Course, she'd seen tractors a plenty in the small village where they lived but this was certainly a lot bigger up close. As she leaned forward to pull herself up, her backside thrust outwards towards Joe. Two perfect spheres clad tightly in pale blue denim. Absolutely delicious.

"You alright there?"

Much as she wanted to get everything right first time, Deborah was struggling to pull herself up. It really seemed so high from the ground.

"Would you like me to give you 'and?" Joe licked his lips as he finished his sentence. His idea of giving her a hand would be to give her some gentle support upwards and he knew the perfect place for his hands.

"Oh yes please Uncle, sorry about this, it's just... really... urrgh!"

"No problem lovely. Now, you keep 'old o' that side bit there and try and push yerself upwards and maybe with my 'elp we can get you up there."

Joe placed a hand on each of her high set, rounded buttocks where he found little, if no give. 'Fuck these're firm!' Once again, the silent thought in Joe's head narrated his feelings. Even as he pushed gently upwards there was barely any indentation from his hands. It was either the very tight denim fabric keeping her in check or she genuinely had a deliciously super-firm young rump.

"'Ow's that feel? 'Ow ya doin' love?"

"It feels OK but I think I need a bit more of a push Uncle. It really is high up."

'Yeah an' my cock's gettin' high up right now n all!' "OK love, I just didn't want to push you too hard. You ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready. Just give me a real big push Unc."

Deborah grunted as the combination of a concentrated hard pull on the side handle and her Uncle's hands almost smacking her further up the side of the huge vehicle sent her up and flopping front-down onto the large seat.

"Ooh! I'm in Uncle Joe! I'm in!"

'Wish I was.' Joe glanced up at his niece before she manoevered herself into a sitting position, her denim clad legs flailing behind her and her backside now angled upwards as she wriggled to sit on the large seat. God she really did have it all. Not just a fantastic pair of tits but an amazing arse as well. Joe pulled himself up easily. Years behind the wheel of various pieces of farm machinery making it easy for him. Despite being 70 this year, he was still pretty fit as all the outdoor work and labouring kept his body working as it should.

"Right, ready?"

"Yep!" Deborah smiled, not noticing that her Uncle had spent a good few seconds looking at her jutting bust as he fiddled to put the key in the ignition. Like the tractor had to her, her bust now looked even bigger as he was sat right next to her.

As the engine started, Deborah jumped. She could feel the seat vibrating beneath her. It felt funny, like something was tickling her buttocks and the backs of her legs.

"Ooh, it vibrates a lot doesn't it?" She moved her hands to the seat just wanting to maintain contact with something to offset the strange, new feelings. "It's really high up here Uncle isn't it? Such a good view of everything around you."

"It's a perfect view my lovely." Joe smiled and sucked in some breath as he gazed at the top of her cleavage. She was busy surveying everything around her from such a height. "Right, let's get going."

"Ooooh!!! Oh! Oh my!!"

"You alright there love?" Joe grinned as Deborah bounced constantly on the seat next to him. She was gripping onto the side of the tractor for dear life whilst Joe openly side-eyed her, enjoying how her breasts thrust aggressively up and down continuously beneath her top, offering up larger glimpses of cleavage on each upward bounce. Her smooth young flesh bulged slightly beyond the neckline of her t-shirt before momentarily falling behind the fabric only to be forced upwards once again.

"God, it's really bouncy Uncle Joe! I never expected this!"

"You wanna get off? You feeling unsafe? I mean, I'd afta drop you 'ere and come back for you as we're part way across the field now."

"NO! No! I'm fine, I just wasn't expecting it that's all. I can feel everything bouncing and my legs are vibrating as well!"

"Bouncing n vibrating eh? Well, does it feel nice?" Joe chuckled. "'Ere, want me to put me 'and on yer leg, stop yer wobbling so much? Does this 'elp?" Joe pressed his left hand down quite hard on Deborah's right thigh. He knew that the more firmly it was in contact with the seat, the less likely the vibration would be felt.

"Oh actually, that's almost stopped it. Thanks Uncle Joe. Are you OK driving with your hand on my leg though?"

"Course I am lovely. I bin driving tractors like these for donkeys years. Now, is that stopped everything or is anything else still bouncing?"

Joe knew exactly what he was doing.

"Well, not EVERYTHING."

Joe looked across at her face to find her skin slightly flushed and her gaze downturned.

"Well, what else is bouncing?"

"My boobs are REALLY bouncing but..."

"BUT, I can't put my hand on THOSE can I now eh!? Ha!" Joe deliberately brushed her comment off. All part of his ruse to not appear in any way out of the ordinary but the fact remained that he was absolutely DESPERATE to put his hands on her tits. Painfully desperate (as his expanding cock was now telling him, firming up and starting to feel uncomfortable beneath his own jeans). "Anyway, I thought that's what bras were for? Stop a girl bouncing around n stuff?" Joe made out like he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Well, some do. I remember those ones my Mum used to get for me in high school. Oh God, they were so horrible."

"Really? What sort were they then eh?" Joe would seize with both hands, any opportunity to have a conversation about her breasts seeing as she had previously been so open when discussing them.

"Those minimiser bras. Made to squash your boobs down so they look smaller and stop them moving around."

"Actually, that sounds really uncomfortable love. Why'd she make you wear them then eh?"

"Well, because my boobs grew quite quickly and I'd only been in high school a couple of years. Mum said they were growing too fast and also that it was bad for a girl to have a lot of movement there because it attracted bad attention. She also said it might help stop them growing so much if they were held down."

"Bad attention? I wonder what she meant?" Joe's cock was now quite painful as he learned that his young niece had been an early developer.

"She said boys. That boys make rude comments about bigger boobs and it was wrong and that they should be hidden."

"I thought you went to a girls' school though?"

"I did! But you know what Mum's like. I'm just so glad I don't need to wear them now. I mean, I don't get attention anyway because I don't really go out anywhere but don't you think a body should look as it naturally is instead of forced into something it isn't?"

Deborah sounded quite serious but Joe was enjoying the conversation and serious or not, he could adapt anything he said to help keep the chat flowing...

"Oh definitely! And - I 'ope you don't mind me saying - but you've got a lovely natural body. Your figure's amazing. Lovely n slim but well, praps I shouldn't say any more..."

"Oh no please Uncle Joe! I LOVE our chats out here."

"Well, I just don't want you thinking I'm a bit... funny or anythin'"

"Oh, I'd NEVER think that!" Deborah smiled and looked at her Uncle expectantly, waiting for him to say what he was going to.

"I was just gonna say that you're lovely n slim but you're bigger in all the right places."

"Oh. Well, yeah, I'm glad I'm not fat. I couldn't bear that but when you say 'bigger in all the right places'... what places are they?"

"I can think of two. Your HEART..."

"Oh Uncle, that's SO sweet, thank you. What's the other place?"

"OK, I'm gonna say it but I don't want you getting angry..."

"I'd NEVER get angry. Honestly, we talk about everything don't we and it's great."

"Alright then - your BOOBS." Joe squeezed her thigh gently and watched for her reaction, the tractor still bouncing along and her breasts still jiggling animatedly beneath her top.

"Oh! I wasn't expecting that!"

"Look, you're not angry are you? I mean, I did say..."

"NO! No, course I'm not angry, just a bit surprised. I get that it's good to have a big heart but are you saying that it's good... to have big boobs too?"

"Oh definitely darlin'. Nothin' better than the sight of a slim, pretty girl with nice big boobs but then that's just me being a man and..."

"D'you think ALL men think that way?"

"I'll be honest with you sweetheart - they do. And I'm afraid I'm just a regular old man like all the others and I enjoy seeing a pretty girl with a nice pair of boobs walking down the street. Look, I hope you don't 'ate me now. We've always spoken so openly so I thought that... well praps I've taken things too far today." Joe feigned a look of sadness and removed his hand from her thigh as the tractor drew to a stop near the furthest trough.

"No Uncle Joe!" Deborah grabbed his hand and squeezed it. I find out so much when we laugh and talk and I LOVE it. I might not know much about everything we chat about but I love learning new stuff and well... look how quickly I picked up the milking process!"

"Awww, you're a sweet one Debs, AND with a lovely big HEART as well."

"And big boobs, ha!" Deborah leaned in and gave her Uncle a quick hug before pulling away. "I'll probably need you to help me get down from here now!" She laughed, her joy enough to keep her sidetracked for the few seconds that Joe had to bite his tongue hard to stop his cock from exploding in his pants as he felt her soft breasts meld into his chest for probably only 2 seconds during her brief hug. He actually felt the flesh above her bra cups spread as she pressed into him momentarily. God she was so fucking well endowed up top. Unbelievable for a teen girl of her age.

Joe jumped down and watched as his niece tentatively lowered herself down, her backside sticking out again as she prepared to be helped down.

"If you kind of just lower yerself onto my 'ands love then you should be alright."

"K Uncle, I'm coming."

'Yeah n I will be in a minute n all you fucking little prickteaser.' Joe's thoughts were becoming more and more lascivious as his hands once again met her callipygian form. Losing all sense of righteousness, he began sliding his palms over her tight arse, digging his fingers into the cleft where her buttocks joined the tops of her thighs. She obviously had her back to him. He was able to close his eyes and revel in what his hands were enjoying.

"I hope I'm not too heavy for you Uncle?"

"You're light as a feather darlin' Mmmmmm..."

"Eh?" Deborah looked round, the 'eh' that she had previously mouthed alerting Joe to open his eyes and look as though he was concentrating on helping her, instead of trying to molest her.

"Nearly down love. That's it."

Deborah felt a lot better with her feet on firm ground.

"Ooh, you got a bitta dirt on yer back from the seat, hold on..." Joe began lightly smacking at her buttocks, trailing his hand down each time as if scraping debris off her clothing.

"Has it gone?" Deborah turned to watch his hands as he gave a final two light slaps.

"There ya go. All good again. Oh and look at the state o' me n all!" Joe began pressing and dragging his hand across his crotch. He NEEDED to. It felt SO good but of course he had to disguise it as getting dirt off himself too. "There. Right, d'you think you can help me carry this water? It's 'eavy mind."

Deborah stared briefly at where her Uncle had been rubbing the dirt off of himself. His jeans seemed to be sticking out a bit. Had she had any kind of experience or knowledge of these things she'd now be wondering why he had an erection in his pants but instead, she merely looked and figured that it must be the jeans and something that she hadn't noticed before. Joe was struggling. He did have a full on boner and if there was one thing he DID know, it was that erections that had to remain unsatiated were always at their most painful when behind denim.

"Right, you take that side and I'll take this one. After 3, 1, 2, 3, Urrgh!" Joe lifted his side of the large water carrier and was quite surprised that Deborah had also managed to get her side off the ground. Not to the same extent he had but enough that they could get it over to the trough and begin filling. "Tip it more towards me love."

Deborah leaned forward, carefully balancing the large container on the edge of the trough. It got easier the more the water came out. Although Joe was also balancing it on his side, his eyes were constantly on his niece's cleavage. He loved it when she leaned or bent over anything. Her cleavage bulged more and the tantalising thought that her big boobs might suddenly just fall out (which was unlikely from behind both a bra AND a top) teased him to distraction. He wondered what they'd look like nude in that same position. God! Big ripe melons hanging down temptingly, juicy and ready to devour. He remembered a tongue-in-cheek competition in a more recent magazine he'd acquired, the lead-in being, 'We go all fruity - rate your favourite from our 5 pairs of stunning teen melons' He'd always found it exciting and arousing when breasts were referred to in more derogatory terms that everyone would agree these days, was demeaning to women. His liking of busty young teens wasn't just focused on the visual spectacle (although that was his primary objective) but he got some unusual kick out of thinking about how he (if he ever had the chance, which was unlikely), would enjoy coercing them into doing things and considering their own bodies in the same way that he - and lots of other men of his generation - did.

He stared into her cleavage as the water filled the trough. Imagined her there topless, bent over with the juicy teen jugs he'd been drooling over since her 18th birthday celebration at the restaurant hanging down freely. Shapely, heavy, pointed, full, ripe and possibly still growing (as she had pointed out to him some weeks ago). He needed to wank real bad.

"Ummmm, Debs, I'm gonna go back and quickly fill up that second trough. Would you mind walking through that next field and just check that all the sheep are marked for me? If any of 'em escape, that way I know they're mine. I usually check 'em twice a year and spring time is perfect now all the lambs are out."

"Oh sure Uncle Joe. I don't mind. Shall I meet you back at the house?"

"Yeah. Err... no. Meet me in the cow shed will you as it'll be time for milking by then."

Joe grabbed the container which was now much lighter, loaded it back on the trailer and headed off. Deborah watched as the tractor bounced away. She was quite glad that she was walking back. She had found the constant bouncing from the bumpy ride quite uncomfortable.

With the second trough filled, Joe left the tractor outside the cow shed and strode off quickly into the house. He didn't want to cause an argument with his wife who had asked him NOT to use the lean-to whilst Deborah was on the farm so he headed up to the bathroom quietly. To Barbara, it just looked like her husband had come in for a pee.

Joe quickly lifted up the toilet seat in readiness and frantically unzipped his jeans. Pulling both the jeans and his Y-fronts down at the same time, he perched on the edge of the bath and took hold of his cock. God it was solid! He knew he hadn't had an erection like this in his jeans ever before. In fact, he thought the hardness was already rivalling ANY boner he'd had in ANY clothing before! In his head, he just had to get rid of this and then he'd be fine to get back outside and work...

"Oh Debbie, Debbie please darlin.' Please show your Uncle Joe that perfect teen body. Show me that pair of fucking juicy tits that're SO much bigger that they should be. Oh, you'd make your Uncle SUCH a happy man darlin'. Mmmmmm... Urrrgghhhh! Oh God... Ahhhhhhhh..."

Joe pumped away at his dick, feeling like he wanted to edge it all out but knowing he had to get back outside before Deborah made it back across the field.

"Oh Christ... those big fat tits... that perfect tight arse. You're so firm aren't ya darlin' so firm for your Uncle. Jesus, I dunno about ploughing fields but I'd plow you tomorra... Oh God... Oh... Ooohhhh! Aaarrrrgggghhhh! Oh Debs, Debs... DEBS!! DEBBBBBBBSSSSSS!!!!!! URRGGHH!! URRGGHH!! URRGGHH!! URRGGHH!! URRGGHH!! Urrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Joe quickly pointed his dick at the toilet bowl and groaned his strong climax out as his body jerked hard at his waist, making him brace himself on the sink.

What the hell!? He'd never wanked as often or cum as strongly as he had been since his niece had started working on the farm. He'd long fantasised about busty teenage girls but never had the opportunity to be near any until the girls from the college had started their work placements there. Sure they'd all been nice, slim girls but none of them noticeably busty until Crystal had started there. However now, his own niece had far superseded Crystal, her incredible tits seeming to enter any room before she did! How did F cup breasts that must weigh quite a bit, stick out like hers did? Perhaps it was her bras? After all, she'd openly admitted that she no longer wore the confining minimising bras that her mother had insisted she wore. Perhaps she always had sticky out tits but nobody had noticed because they were constantly held down? Perhaps without a bra, they'd hang lower? Of course, they HAD to hang lower to a degree as bras were designed to lift and support but HOW much lower? God, he SO wanted to find out.

Giving himself a wipe, he flushed, threw some water onto his face and headed back outside.

How he was going to get through the next 2 days of the same he had no idea.

**********

APRIL - WEEK 2

After the unseasonably warm weather during the first week of April, the following weekend had seen the temperature climb to the low 70s. Having seen that the forecast was for it to continue, Deborah turned up for her first day of week 2 in the same boot cut jeans but had switched to wearing a vest top. The summary yellow garment had tiny white flowers with yellow centres embroidered on the edge of the exceptionally low neckline. Of course, Deborah hadn't chosen the top because of it's low neckline, she'd chosen it so she could keep her cool whilst working outside. She thought the little flowers around the neckline were really pretty and she liked yellow, feeling it was a happy, summery colour.

Of course, when she turned up to start the day, Joe literally had to wait just seconds before that now over familiar bolt of electricity pierced his cock as he set eyes on her for the first time that day. As she walked towards him, the movement of her breasts was more noticeable than ever with the majority of the flesh that was sitting neatly outside of her bra on display. She hadn't given a second thought to the bra she'd be wearing and just pulled on a fairly plain white, t-shirt bra which had plunge style cups. They pushed her breasts together from the sides and supported them firmly from underneath, the resulting effect being that the low cut vest top basically showcased any flesh that wasn't contained inside her bra. As she walked, her over-developed young boobs jiggled beautifully, the mixture of both side to side and gentle up and down bounce was completely breathtaking and Joe actually felt quite anxious about how he was going to get through the day.

"Morning Uncle Joe. It's so warm already isn't it? I'm glad I wore this top today. D'you like it? It's one of my new ones. I love these cute flowers here see?" Joe swallowed hard as she stepped right up to him and ran her finger along the neckline. "They're only small but I think that's what makes them pretty." She smiled sweetly as she enjoyed the feeling of the little flowers passing over her fingers.

Joe had a split second decision to make. He could either start the day in the manner that they'd normally be in when they were together working or he could try and ignore everything his mind and body was screaming at him. As the second option seemed impossible, he chose the first...

"I wouldn't say they're small. I've told you before, I think they're lovely n big." Joe winked and grinned, nodding down at her incredible cleavage.

"Oh Uncle Joe! Trust you! You're not think about being reincarnated as a bra again are you? Ha!" Deborah giggled, the resulting gentle movement of her bust inadvertently teasing her poor Uncle even more.

"Well, I could be, but I'm sure you're already wearing one today so I'm outta luck eh?!" Joe chuckled and nudged his arm into hers. She didn't flinch.

"You're right, Mum'd have a fit if I left the house without a bra on. She doesn't even like it when I don't wear one indoors." Deborah rolled her eyes. still half grinning at the jokey remark she'd made to her Uncle.

"Oh right. You mean you don't wear bras when you're indoors?"

"It's more comfortable so I do sometimes forget, especially when I've just got up in the morning or when I've got my PJs on at night but she always moans. Most of the time I just go up to my room so she can't see me."

"Oh, that doesn't sound fair does it? And what about your Dad? Does he moan about it too?"

"No, Dad's pretty good really, he never says anything about me like that. I think he's pretty relaxed. Bit like you Uncle Joe. Now what're we doing today?"

"Well sometimes - not often mind - but sometimes, our milking equipment breaks down. It's quite old now and until this vineyard is up n running n making money, I can't afford to replace it so I think it's important you know how to milk a cow manually so I thought we'd start with that. That OK with you?"

"Oh brilliant! You know I was wondering about that a few weeks ago but it seemed so old fashioned compared to all these machines so I didn't ask."

"Sometimes, the old fashioned things are the best my lovely. Now, see that stool on the edge of the shed there, just by that 'ay bale? You go and sit on that and I'll bring one of the cows over and talk you through it."

Deborah eagerly went to sit down feeling so happy that she was able to explore all aspects of farm life, not just the modern but the traditional too.

As Joe led the cow over and fastened the lead to the railing he took a good minute to stare down Deborah's top from above her. Her vest was so low cut he could clearly see the inner curves of her large breasts as they rested gently inside each bra cup. 'Corrrrrrrrrrrrr fuck.' His head had already started the day as it would go on.

"Right so, we just slide this bucket under the udder like this and it's important to remember to always keep the teats over the bucket. We don't wanna lose any precious milk OK? Now, I'll show you first. Oooh, ah, me knees." Joe knelt down next to her and reached for two of the large hanging teats. Now, 'ow I'd describe it to someone whose never done it before - if you stretch your fingers wide kinda like you're making a star like this see?"

Deborah looked at her Uncle's large, wide hands, they appeared quite rough skinned on his palms due to all the outdoor work he did.

"Then, you use yer thumb to get a good position on the teat like this then you wrap all your other fingers around it nice n tight like this and you start to squeeze and pull downwards at the same time. Watch me."

Deborah watched intently as Joe squeezed firmly, almost twisting the large teat and pulling it downwards at the same time. As he did so, a large spurt of milk hit the bottom of the bucket and made quite a pool.

"Gosh! That's a lot for just one pull!" Deborah was surprised, thinking that by the time the cow was filly milked, at that rate another bucket would probably be needed.

"She's very engorged this one today. Now, see the skin on 'er teats 'ere? Almost red as opposed to the pink it should be and you can see the blue veins running through the shaft 'ere yes?"

Deborah leaned in closely. As she studied the teat in detail, Joe continued to pull at the two further teats, albeit that his eyes were side-eying her spectacular cleavage whilst he worked. He couldn't help a large sigh escape his lips as the view of his niece's breasts combined with the feel of pulling on a firm, engorged teat sent him to la-la land. He imagined he were groping her well developed teen tits, pulling on them and stretching them away from her chest, rubbing at her nipples and preparing her overblown F cups for their own sweet milking.

"I see. So those things mean she really needs to be milked as a priority yes?"

"Absolutely my lovely. You see, if you let 'er go too long, it becomes painful for 'er. Just as it would if it were any woman who'd 'ad a baby and was breastfeeding. You gotta keep that milk flowing."

"Urrgh! Don't think I'm ever gonna have a baby if you have to let it suck on your boobs. God, that's so weird isn't it Uncle? I'd hate something to be sucking on MY boobs!"

"'Ow d'you know? I'm sure you don't know what it feels like, ha! My motto with everythin' is don't knock it til you've tried it!"

"Well no, course I don't know what it FEELS like but just the thought of having my boobs sucked... YUCK!!" Deborah wrinkled her nose up, her Uncle smirking to himself as he had a little personal wager that one day she would find out EXACTLY what it was like to have her boobs sucked. Not only that, she'd be begging him for more! Oh yes, his mind had gone waaaaaay off track and he was now envisaging that it would be HIM - her Uncle - who would give her her first taste of breast stimulation. And by God, there was a lot there to stimulate!

"Ready to try it then?"

"Sure."

"Remember what I said, wrap your fingers around slowly then start the movement. And remember, it needs to be firm and consistent. You need to get a good rhythm going."

Joe briefly pressed on the front of his trousers as he watched her wrap her small hands around two of the large teats. Within seconds, she was squeezing and pulling exactly how he'd showed her and tuneful spurts of milk were hitting the bottom of the bucket at regular intervals. Once again, Joe was surprised and pleased at how quickly she had picked the task up.

"Is this OK Uncle Joe?"

"Looks and sounds perfect darlin'. You know, I'm so impressed by how quickly you pick things up." Joe stared at her little hands as they worked. They looked paler against the red, engorged teat. Standing over her, he could see straight down her top and was able to keep her cleavage AND her working hands in the same field of vision. What a spectacle. It was SO easy to imagine that she were working his cock with her sweet hands, that she'd knelt down in front of him, actually encouraging him to look down her top whilst she made him feel 'nice'. Of course, nothing could be further from the present as she wouldn't have a clue about anything like that and would likely be horrified to think that such things actually went on.

"It feels really hard and tight. I thought they'd be all soft and squidgy." Deborah concentrated hard, keen to keep doing a good job and also to get the cow emptied and free of any discomfort.

"Sometimes they're soft and squidgy but I will say, when they're hard, they're usually VERY hard darlin'." Joe thought he might cum in his pants. Looking down at her bulging cleavage with her long, brown hair trailing down each side and her soft, young hands working dexterously the enormity of what he was feeling really hit hard. He was desperate for her. Desperate to touch her, to taste her and - much to his honest and inner disgust - to get his cock deep inside her delicate, virginal pussy. He was starting to realise that the feelings he'd been having since she started working on the farm were going way beyond 'regular blokes' lust'. She was family - THEREFORE - she was out of bounds - THEREFORE - he had to do everything in his power to control himself before he went too far and then couldn't turn the clock back. The thought scared him but aroused him greatly at the same time. Without thinking, he quickly whipped out his phone and took a couple of silent pictures from above her. Just as he pushed his luck and tried to zoom in for a third, she quickly turned and looked up, ready to ask another question but she was sidetracked by his phone directly above her.

"Oh, what you doing Uncle Joe? Is everything OK? I'm not doing anything wrong am I?"

Joe had to think faster than ever...

"NO! No, not at all love. Honestly, I'm so impressed, I thought I'd just take a couple of pictures to show your Aunt Barbara. Maybe you'd like to have one for your college work too? You know, show them what you've been doing 'ere?"

"Oh sure! You should've said and I'd have smiled for you." Deborah looked up at him, her wide innocent eyes almost encouraging him to carry on being deviant.

"I'll do one more then. Smile for me love." Joe stepped back slightly and snapped one more time as the pretty 18 year old smiled up at him, her expression one of pure happiness, totally ignorant of the fact that her thrusting cleavage was taking centre stage in her Uncle's pictures. Joe's cock was tingling in his pants. Today it wasn't just the view that was working him up, it was her totally innocent demeanour. There he was desperately trying to push all the inappropriate thoughts he'd been having from his head and there SHE was, unintentionally giving him the impression that she would be VERY easy to coerce. Would it be that easy? Was it something he could do without repercussions?

"I think she's pretty much empty now Uncle. D'you think? Do these look soft enough now?" Deborah let go of the teats to show her Uncle how they now looked after being milked.

Joe leaned down and whispered in her ear... "They've always looked soft to me darlin'. You look LOVELY."

"Uncle Joooooe! Ha!" Deborah jumped as his words tickled her ear. She pulled slightly away and looked at him, this time seeing that he was looking directly at her chest. "You're thinking about being reincarnated again aren't you! Ha ha!! She laughed heartily, crossing her arms across her bust which ended up pushing her breasts upwards beyond the neckline of her vest.

"Jesus Deborah!" Joe hadn't meant to utter those words as loudly as he did and wasn't aware that his expression had turned to one of serious lust, one that many men wore when confronted with pure sexual torment.

"Oh what's wrong Uncle!? Have I said something wrong?! I thought we were OK joking about..."

"We're MORE than OK 'avin a laugh. I'm sorry love. I just find you so pretty to look at but I'll try and keep me thoughts to meself in future."

"I'm not angry Uncle Joe. It's just the way you said 'Jesus Deborah'. It sounded quite angry."

"Anger is definitely NOT what I'm feeling right now love but anyway, let's get out on the fields, get some fresh air eh. It's been a bit windy and we need to check up on the vines."

As they headed over to the vinery area, Joe silently acknowledged that the feelings he was having for his niece were getting out of hand. Sometimes when he thought about it, it panicked him. He was just an ordinary guy with an age-old appreciation of pretty girls. He wasn't the first man who enjoyed looking at them and he certainly wouldn't be the last. The whole thing was complicated by the fact that Deborah was his niece. She was family. He quietly questioned why that didn't make her appear out of bounds or ugly or 'just another girl' but no answers came. The fact was, she was his niece. She was related to him. She just happened to have the kind of figure that he'd leered at for decades through the pages of his magazines and old newspapers. She also seemed quite easy to 'have a laugh' with and this was part of what was causing his 'problem'. It was very easy for him to pass any lewd comment off as 'just having a laugh' so even if she did take exception to something he said (which was unlikely), he could just tell her he was 'only joking' and that would be that, end of story.

"Ah. I dunno, I feel quite tired today." Joe's legs felt like he was walking through treacle, heavy and clumsy. He hadn't been sleeping that well recently, waking up in the early hours feeling horny, edging himself in the bed next to his sleeping wife hoping that the tension would tire him and send him back to sleep but it didn't, it just left him wide awake, needing a wank and starting work extra early.

"I get like that sometimes. Sometimes I lay awake for ages at night and it's so boring."

"I think that's my problem. I'm not sleeping very well at the moment."

"Are you stressed about anything? My therapist said that stress can..."

"You and that therapist! You still 'avin them sessions then?"

"Oh yes. It's a 12 week course and I can add a few more sessions on at the end if I need to."

"What's it for then? What does it do?"

"I'm trying to improve my confidence Uncle Joe. I mean, you wouldn't know this but I had a terrible time at school, no friends, I was sure the other girls were laughing at me. On top of that, I had my Mum basically dictating what I could and couldn't wear saying that I had to hide my body. I mean, how d'you hide a body, it's YOU as a person isn't it?"

"I never knew my sister was that controlling Debs to be honest. I mean, Barbara and I never 'ad kids. It was a choice we both made as we wanted to make the most of our time and do just what we wanted and stuff but then... well, your Aunt got ill after that 'oliday we 'ad and that was the turning point really. We stopped doing a lot of things together because she just didn't have the energy. I mean, you see 'er some days, some days she can bake and knit for England, other days, she can't get outta bed. Some days she spends the 'ole time in bed and I afta take stuff up to 'er. I don't mind that, course I don't she's my wife and I know she really 'ATES feeling like she does but well... it does get lonely at night times sometimes you know, no-one to talk to and that."

"Oh, I'm really sorry Uncle Joe. It's something you don't think about when you just get used to a situation. I mean, I knew Auntie Barbara wasn't well sometimes but I would never have thought you'd feel lonely because of it."

"Oh, don't mind me love. I didn't mention all that to bring the vibe down or anythin'. It's just talk. Me n you always talk don't we, ha! Anyway, I reckon you don't need therapy for your confidence, you just need to trust your Uncle Joe. When I tell you you're a pretty girl, that should be enough for you to KNOW that you're a pretty girl and that should give you all the confidence in the world."

"Aww, you're sweet Uncle Joe. I suppose it's just gonna take me a while to get over everything, you know, the stuff from Mum, the trauma of school. I was lonely too with no friends but I just LOVE working here on the farm and it's made me feel a lot happier."

"'As it love? Ah well, that's good news. Hug time?" Joe smiled as Deborah stepped up to him and hugged him. Holding her close he could smell the scent of fruity shampoo in her long, brown hair. Once again, her generous breasts splayed across her chest and pressed into him. "Mmmmm, it's good to end a heartfelt chat with a hug eh love?" Joe very lightly moved himself back and forth, wanting to feel the softness of her young boobs splaying repeatedly.

"It is." Deborah smiled and moved away from him. It had been all of 8 or 9 seconds but to Joe, it felt like heaven. "Tell you what, if you're feeling tired, why don't you sit there and I'll check for the grapes?"

"Oh, are you sure darlin'? I feel a bit old n useless just sat 'ere while you're doing all the work."

"It's fine Uncle. Maybe one day I'll be feeling tired and you'll have to help me out. It's all about sharing isn't it? I'll start at the far end and work my way back here." Deborah picked up the wicker basket and headed off down the first line of vines. It was a huge area that ended up bordering her parents' house at the far side. She could actually see their swimming pool from the top fence.

Joe watched her walk off, her gorgeous, denim covered arse wiggling sexily from side to side, her long, light brown hair swishing just above her slender waist. Before she'd walked too far away, he could see the sides of her bust in the summery yellow vest top, gently bouncing as she headed off to the far end of the field.

"Corrrrrr, they're some fucking size when you can see 'em from behind." Joe spoke quietly, knowing that he couldn't be heard. As she disappeared from view, Joe's brain - that had been extremely active since Deborah had started working on the farm - brought to mind a picture he'd seen on a calender that his father had had on his workshop wall back in the 1970s. It had showed a dark haired woman in a type of prairie dress that had a white blouse top that was worn off her shoulders and the skirt was hitched up so it draped over her upper thighs. There was no nudity at all but the women who was relaxing back on a bale of hay looked the epitome of sexual suggestion. Her thighs smooth and teasingly hinting at what might be further up and her large bust very obviously without a bra as her nipples indented the white fabric stretched across her generous globes. That's what Deborah was doing to him. She had no idea of course, she was just being her usual, natural self but in doing so was giving off a complex but hugely arousing aura of sexuality and inexperience.

Not for the first time, Joe pondered whether he should actually try and make his dreams come true. Deborah was easy to tease and joke with and anything that might get taken the wrong way he knew full well he could pass off as just a joke. If she ever mentioned anything to anyone, with her history of under achievement at school and - as he'd heard Julia talking about in the past - her surly and questionable attitude, nobody would believe her anyway.

'Joe! It's incest! INCEST!!!! You hear!? INCEST!!! It's WRONG!!'

His head was screaming at him but it was beyond that now. Too late. He had gone beyond the point of no return. If he didn't do something now, he'd end up a very lonely and sexually frustrated old man for the rest of his life. Chances like this never came up for men like him. He HAD to move forward. He just HAD to. Looking up, he could see Deborah in the distance, slowly checking the vines and periodically, leaning down to pick up any small clusters of grapes that had been sent to the ground by the strong winds from a couple of nights ago. Quickly, whilst she was preoccupied, he whipped several bunches off the vines and threw them to the ground around him. Sitting back down on the old tree stump he briefly palmed the front of his trousers, watching as she drew closer and closer, her breasts looking bigger and bigger as she got nearer to him.

"You feeling alright there Uncle?" She smiled just before bending to pick up some grapes. Joe glared at the exposed portion of her bust. When she bent over like that, her breasts appeared to squash tightly together and he couldn't help but imagine what they'd look like if she weren't wearing a bra under her top. "You know, I think the view from up here is fantastic don't you?" She stood and gazed out across the rolling hills towards the sea. Joe just took in the way her boobs pushed her top out in a way that made her waist look like it had been added as a little afterthought. With both her breasts and arse jutting in different directions Joe thought he'd never seen such a perfect figure on a girl of today's times. She reminded him of models from yesteryear, huge emphasis on shapely breasts and buttocks and yet lovely slim figures to go with them. The days when women took pride in their appearances, the huge array of undergarments such as fuller coverage bras, girdles, traditional panties, suspenders, stockings adding an initial layer of clothing before any dresses, skirts, tops were put on. He'd found that era so exciting, even though it was 20 years or so outdated by the time he'd discovered it.

"It's the best view in the world sweetheart." Joe's eyes never left her bust. His need to see and feel her young tits was becoming overwhelming to the point of making him feel sick. He continued watching in silence as she repeatedly bent over to pick up little clusters of grapes. This time, the ones he'd deliberately thrown on the ground. She knelt down and began studying the grapes closely.

"You know Uncle, I know they're not fully grown yet but I reckon they're really juicy. When I press them gently, they feel quite firm, like they're full of juice."

"D'you think they've got more growing room in 'em then love eh? Urrgh! Urrgh!" Joe coughed and spluttered as he took the long-deliberated decision to up the ante on the banter front. See how she'd cope with a bit of innuendo."

"Oh definitely. I reckon they'll double in size at least. They just need more time in the sun." Deborah continued to pick up the grapes from the ground, having no idea that her Uncle had thrown them there just so she'd bend over and he could look down her top.

"Double in size eh? I reckon you'll need a bigger bra then won't you, ha!?"

"Unclllllle! I'm talking about the grapes, not my boobs! God! Don't need them getting any bigger do I!"

"No?"

"NO!! They're already too big! I'm only 18 Uncle Joe and they're already size F. Definitely don't want them growing any bigger do I? Ha!"

"Give you more confidence though."

"Eh?"

"Bigger boobs. It's a known fact. Girls with bigger boobs 'ave more confidence in themselves. Summink about the extra 'ormones going around I think I read somewhere."

"Really? I've never heard of that before. Mind you, its made me think that my Mum really did me a lot of harm with the way she made me be through high school and stuff."

"Well, you never know, praps if she 'adn't been so controlling over you, you'd have worn different things and developed your own style and confidence woulda come as a part of that eh?"

"Hmmmm, could be but... I'd rather not think about that Uncle as it might make me angry."

"Well, you don't need to be angry 'ere darlin'. Farm's a place for being relaxed, working 'ard and enjoying the fruits of your labours right?"

"Right." Deborah smiled and carried on picking up the grapes. "Not many left now Uncle, I'll be done in a minute."

'If you play your cards right you WILL be.' Joe's mouth dropped open as Deborah stretched forward to reach the last cluster of grapes. She was basically on all fours, leaning low and stretching close to Joe's feet, her backside sticking up towards the sky. Her downward hanging breasts bulged slightly over the neckline of her vest and Joe felt a tremor shoot through his cock. He couldn't help himself...

"You know somethin' Debs?"

"Hmmm, what's that?"

"When you lean forward like that, I can see right down your top."

"Oh... honestly Uncle Joe! You're back to bra reincarnation again now aren't you!?" Deborah chuckled, having made absolutely no attempt at all to change her position.

"No, I'm not. I'm just saying that when you bend over and you're wearing a low-cut top like that, it shows a lot of your boobs off. I 'ope you don't mind me saying?"

Deborah sat upright and looked at her Uncle, his face red from the warm sun (so she thought).

"No, I don't mind you saying but I don't know what to say to that. I can wear polo neck tops instead if it's better for farm work Uncle Joe. You just have to tell me what to do and I'll do it."

Joe's cock twitched again. The urge to whip down his trousers and get her pretty mouth around his dick was beyond anything he'd ever felt before.

"NO! No! I'm not saying it for that reason. Your work clothes are perfectly fine and especially that top you're wearing is very pretty."

"Ah, thanks, I like it too, especially these flowers." Just like earlier on, Deborah traced her index finger over the little embroidered flowers along the scoop neckline of the vest, inadvertently drawing her Uncle's attention to where the dainty embellishments sat against her soft, pillowy flesh.

"What I meant was... Oh look, I REALLY 'ope you don't mind me saying this but..."

"Oh Uncle, you know we talk about anything here. Helps the day go by nicely doesn't it?"

"It sure does." Joe smiled, his grin slipping a bit as he prepared to say what he'd been wanting to say for ages. "What I was GOING to say was that... well... you've got really beautiful breasts darlin'. I mean, I've only seen 'em in your tops and that but they're so lovely n big n so perfectly shaped sweetheart. PERFECT."

Deborah stared at him. His face WAS red and now his bottom lip was trembling. She thought he might not be OK and got up and stepped over to him.

"Are you feeling alright Uncle Joe? You look a bit stressed?" She was standing literally right in front of him, her hands on his shoulders and by dint of that - her cleavage just inches from his face.

In Joe's fantasies, after he'd come out with a comment like the one he'd just made, Deborah would smile, thank him and ask him if he wanted to see her breasts but of course, this was the REAL world and that was NEVER going to happen.

"I'm OK." Joe was now bouncing his right leg up and down.

"I do that sometimes when I'm anxious." Deborah noticed his leg movement. "Are you SURE you're OK Uncle? Is there anything I can do for you?"

How could he do it? How could he ask her to strip for him? He was desperate beyond belief but of course, he couldn't do it."

"No, I'm sorry love, it's just me being a silly old man."

"You're NOT a silly old man Uncle Joe! Look, I know about mental health stuff and sometimes we can get stressed about stuff that other people would think was mad and stupid but that doesn't mean it's not real for us. We're all different and we all react differently to different things. I'm always happy to listen Uncle Joe."

"Nah. I mean. me being a long-standing farmer round 'ere, I'd become a laughingstock if anyone found out I was 'avin some kinda breakdown or summink."

"Well, nobody WILL find out will they. What we talk about on the farm STAYS on the farm Uncle Joe. You said that to me once when I was moaning about Mum so that's how we do things. I mean, I'd never talk to Auntie Barbara about what you told me earlier about being lonely. That's for you to talk about with her but only if you ever want to. You're NOT having a breakdown are you? Because there are places that can help and I..."

"NO! No, I'm not 'avin no breakdown, I'm just a sad old man letting his feelings get the bedder of 'im that's all."

"You're NOT sad and you're NOT silly Uncle Joe! What are you feeling though? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Oh, I dunno. Probably make things worse."

"My therapist says that..."

"To be honest love, I know you mean well but I ain't interested in any mumbo jumbo medic stuff. Look, forget it. I've just overstepped the mark today that's all and I'm sorry."

"But I don't get it? You've got nothing to be sorry for have you? What have you done to be sorry about?"

"That comment I made about your breasts. I didn't think properly... I didn't..."

"Uncle! It's fine! You just said that they were big and you liked the shape of them. What's wrong with that? They're just boobs after all. Just another body part."

"It's more than that though love. I dunno, 'ere I go again, going too far."

"Uncle, please... please let me help. What is it?" Once again, Deborah leaned over in front of him, the breasts he coveted so much now right up close to his face again.

Taking hold of her arms gently, he eased her back. He was going to say something and putting some distance between them was the paltry thing he could at least do.

"Debs?"

"Yes?" She smiled sweetly at her Uncle, having no idea at all of the sheer pain that was radiating out from between his legs.

"Debs, those lovely big breasts o' yours are really incredible, d'you know that?" Joe stared into the two soft, pillowy orbs that bulged gently over her neckline as she leaned.

"Oh Uncle! You already said they were big before. I KNOW you think they're big and I suppose they are really. D'you think many girls my age wear F cup bras?"

Joe looked at the quizzical expression on her face. Once again, her thirst for knowledge was spilling over into their more overt coversations. An index of all the magazines he'd looked at over time seemed to flash through his head. He remembered his favourites, Sam and Maria from the 1980s, both incredible lookers and with D and DD cup breasts respectively. As far as he could remember, he'd never seen a girl in any of his memorabilia with F cup breasts.

"I don't think they do love and that's what makes 'em so special. You oughta 'ave more confidence than any girl with a pair like that. I mean, look at 'em there."

Deborah looked down, following her Uncle's gaze. To her, she just saw her breasts. She had no idea that her Uncle was seeing something that would never fail to get him cumming over and over again.

"They... umm... they make me feel umm... excited darlin'."

"Excited? Excited over my boobs?! Oh Uncle? How can boobs make you excited? Ha! And you were scared to talk about it. Honestly, see, nothing's as bad as you first think is it?" Deborah tightened her arms and pressed on his knees, squashing her breasts together and upwards. Joe totally thought she was going to pop out of her top.

"OK, seeing as you don't mind what we talk about, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure Uncle - anything." Deborah's constantly smiling face made her appear to Joe like such an easy target to manipulate. She smiled constantly because she was happy. She found nothing untoward in their conversation and was loving life on the farm.

"Would you ummm... would you ever think about showing me your boobs? You know - nude - without no bra on?" There followed a silence somewhat longer than Joe had expected. "I don't mean NOW of course but... would you EVER consider it?"

"Ummm, I don't know. I didn't expect that. I... what... I mean, is it to help you? Is that why you want to see them? I just don't understand what you'd get out of seeing them? It's just a pair of boobs, ha!"

Joe liked her small giggle at the end. Still she was treating their chat like it was just their usual daily back and forth and with her inquisitive mind, she was bound to ask questions.

"Oh, it's SO 'ard to explain love. I can only try me best. Ya see, all men like looking at slim, pretty girls with big boobs and..."

"Do they? I didn't know that?"

"They do love yes, and well..."

"What so even some of the male teachers at college? Even the drivers of the buses round here? Even... what about my DAD!? Does he even like looking?"

"ALL of those men you mentioned like looking sweetheart."

Deborah would never in a million years twig that the reason her father was so relaxed about what she wore indoors (as opposed to her mother's stress over her clothing) was because he was enjoying seeing the movement of her large, unfettered breasts beneath her nightie and some of the t-shirts she wore on a Sunday morning around the house.

"And you too?"

"And me darlin' yes. Only, well, since you've been working 'ere I've 'ad the pleasure of seeing your gorgeous figure every day. Even in those dungarees, I can see from the tops you wore underneath 'em that your boobs really stick out."

"Hmmm, well, they definitely stick out more now I don't have to wear those horrible bras that Mum made me wear."

"And that's a GOOD thing love. Your body looks natural now, not bound and shaped into something UNnatural. AND you've got very big NATURAL breasts and from what you said before, they've been growing for quite a while 'aven't they?"

"Yeah. At least 5 years when they started going all fast and silly." Deborah rolled her eyes as Joe closed his, fighting the pain in his cock SO determinedly.

"And now, there you are, a pretty 18 year old who's grown a pair of lovely big tits. Mmmmm, God they ARE beautiful Darlin'."

"TITS?! That sounds funny, ha!"

Joe realised he'd tripped over. He'd vowed to only refer to Deborah's bust as breasts or boobs as she herself would call them but abject lust had got the better of him.

"Oh, I'm sorry love, it's just another word for boobs, one that most men use. Think of it a bit like 'teats' as in on a cow but it's just 'tits'."

"I never heard that before Uncle but I suppose at least I know now if you use that word again eh?"

"That's it love, every day's a school day eh?" Joe smiled, the irony of his words turning him on even more. "So, what d'you think then? D'you think you'd ever show 'em to me?"

"Show you my boobs? My TITS, ha!"

"Yes darlin'. What d'you think?"

"And it would make you really happy?"

"Not only would it make me really happy but I think it'd 'elp you with yer confidence too."

"Really? How?"

"Because I say what I see darlin' and from what I've seen so far, seeing 'em all bare means I'm just gonna be showering you with compliments.

"Ummm... Can I think about it Uncle Joe?"

Joe thought her tone had sounded a little off and detected a change from inquisitiveness to disinterest.

"Sure, course you can think about it." There would've been nothing Joe would've liked better than for his niece to take off her top and bra and bare her breasts to him in the lovely warm, late morning sun but he didn't want to put pressure on her and risk scaring her off completely.

"OK, I'll think about it Uncle Joe."

"Good girl. I mean, I might ask you now and again what your thoughts are but there'll never be any pressure. It's totally up to you and ONLY if you want to."

"I DO want to make you happy Uncle Joe it's just... well, I've never shown them to anyone before and I'm a bit embarrassed so..."

"You got nothin' to be embarrassed about darlin' but in your own time. Oh and err... not a word to anyone about it OK. This is just for us, 'ere on the farm OK?"

"Oh sure Uncle Joe. I never talk about any of the stuff we chat about to anyone else as that wouldn't be right or fair. I'll let you know. Now, what's next today?"

Joe took her hand and squeezed it as she picked up the wicker basket of grapes and they headed back over the fields together.

"Oh yeah, I mustn't forget - I got somethin' for you."

"Ooh, what is it? A surprise?" Deborah smiled up at her Uncle, feeling so happy that she had such a good relationship with her family member. She'd heard a lot from her parents' conversations over the years about family feuds and someone down the street falling out with someone else and it causing problems and she felt so glad she wasn't in a situation like that. She hated confrontations of any kind, partly due to shyness and partly due to low self esteem. She didn't like herself very much and certainly wouldn't be confident enough to stand up for herself in a situation, even if she knew she was in the right. There'd been times when she'd been on the farm and out working with her Uncle and they'd been chatting about the random stuff they did, that she felt she was SO lucky to get on with her Uncle and Aunt so well. It made her feel comfortable and happy which in turn - although she didn't realise it consciously - was slowly helping with her confidence.

'A surprise'. Joe looked down at her excited face, imagining the change in her expression if he were to show her the REAL surprise he had for her. The one he kept in his trousers and which was making itself known to him several times a day now.

"You could say that. 'Over 'ere..." Joe led her over to the back of the chicken sheds and opened a small wooden door inside one of the sheds. He took out a small, soft looking velour pouch and handed it to her.

"What is it Uncle Joe?"

"Open it n see love." Joe grinned. Everything he said and did, every gesture was a small step towards his goal, the goal of claiming his young niece's sexy body for himself.

"Oh Uncle Joe! A phone! You know I already have a phone though." Deborah was nothing but direct, not even thinking that a sentence like that could possibly hurt the feelings of someone who had had the kindness to buy something for her.

"Ah but this is different love. This is your FARM phone. See 'ere, just like mine." Joe pulled a mobile phone out of his back pocket and showed it to her. The screen picture was of the view across his vineyard and over the hills towards the sea. Activating the screen on the other phone, Deborah saw that the screen picture was the same.

"This is what I'm gonna use to communicate with you about farm stuff OK? Only our farm stuff so it doesn't get mixed up with all your other stuff on your main phone, you know, college, Mum n Dad, whatever else you use it for. I can message you in the mornings if there's any changes to plans, tell you if there's something new 'appening that I need you to 'elp with and if I ever afta swap your days around I can get in touch."

"But you could've done that on my current phone Uncle Joe. That's where I contact everyone. Not that I have many people to contact."

"I just wanted it to be for farm stuff. I mean, at some point, your college placement will end and you'll be moving on. When it comes to that time, I'll take the phone back, wipe it and use it for the next person."

"Ah, I see so just a kind of 'work' phone?"

"Totally love. Let's test it... 'ere..."

Deborah watched as her Uncle quickly spun round and took a picture of the view across the hills. After a few taps, she heard the new phone in her hand ping and there it was - her Uncle's photo of the view.

"There. Now you've got somethin' from me, you can easily message me back when you need to."

Quick as a flash, Deborah replied -

'Thank you so much Uncle. Love Debs. x'

"That's it! That's a good girl. You young people are too good with all this tech stuff. I just use it for simple things really."

Joe's mission for that day was complete. He'd prepared the ground for what he wanted to come naturally. As he and Deborah spent more time together, he hoped she would eventually feel comfortable enough to share the odd picture of herself and all just between them as nobody else knew about the 'work' phones they both had.

The rest of the week passed with much work being done and their regular banter continuing apace. Each day, Joe hoped with all his heart that Deborah would utter the words, 'I'd like to show you my boobs today Uncle Joe.' But she didn't. His torment and anticipation would remain high and frustratingly, was becoming increasingly difficult to mask.

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APRIL WEEK 3

"You're gonna be 'elping Barbara in the shop most of this week love OK so just a few little jobs you can do for me each day, collecting the eggs, mucking out n feeding, that alright?"

Joe's tone sounded resigned. Deborah was wearing cropped black leggings with trainers and a fitted, sleeveless cerise pink turtle neck top that clung to her bust and torso like a second skin. Joe could tell she must be wearing some kind of moulded t-shirt bra as the contours of her figure appeared smooth and flowing. Her top clung tightly to her waist before being pushed out a good 6 inches at least (his guesstimate) by her bust before sloping in and upwards to her neck. Because everything was so tight on her upper body, the outward jut of her buttocks in the tight leggings seemed way more noticable than usual. This was the first time she had worn leggings to the farm and despite them being black, they weren't the more expensive, totally opaque ones. Her body moved and turned naturally as she walked and at certain angles, Joe could clearly see her white knickers through the fabric, with the bare slivers of the lower, uncovered portion of each buttock also visible. In his head - a silent 'Mmmmmmmm' followed by 'fucking gorgeous arse.' Her shapely, petite backside contrasted astonishingly with her anything BUT petite bust, Joe now noticing the movement of her breasts in the centre of her chest as she walked. This would be the part of her bust that would be central but outside of the plunge style cups of her smooth bra. As she walked, the constant motion had the centre portions of her ample breasts rubbing against each other and as a result, easing slightly upwards and above the cups, something that often happened when larger breasts were encased in plunge style bras.

"Oh sure Uncle Joe. I'm quite excited about being in the shop getting it all ready. Will you want me to work in there when it opens?"

"Definitely love. Reckon you'll bring us some good new custom n all."

"Really? How?"

"Oh, just a fresh face bringing new ideas to an old farm shop." Joe rubbed his hands together. He had plans for her in the shop alright. Lots of plans. In fact, he'd ordered some new publicity t-shirts which would be arriving on Thursday and was VERY excited for her to try them. That said, he felt disappointed that Deborah would be spending most of the week with his wife. He knew it had to happen at some point. He'd been lucky in that she'd basically been with him the whole time since she'd started working there. It was just hugely annoying that today - when she was displaying both her arse and her breasts so perfectly, that she'd be out of his sight. Out of nowhere, a silent voice in his head said, 'It'll do you good, stop you thinking about her. After all, she IS your niece and the thoughts you're having ARE wrong. You need to STOP.' Joe shook his head quickly as if telling the thought to piss off.

"Just collect up them eggs for me love then we'll let 'em out. I'll go fetch some feed." Joe walked behind the largest of the chicken sheds but stopped and peered around the side as his niece started looking for the eggs. As she bent over, her tight young buttocks became more spherical and he actually saw the fabric of her panties slide further upwards as she leaned down, revealing more bare skin through the thin fabric of her leggings.

"Phwoooooooaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." Joe couldn't help but let out a long, low groan as for the first time, he imagined sliding his cock between her tight crack until his rampant head met with her firm, untested slit. With her bent over as she was, he could easily visualise himself behind her, his bellend being met with such soft, sweet virginal resistance and his hands eagerly molesting her extremely over-developed young tits. Sliding his hand into the pocket of his overall he began palming the front of his trousers, finding himself more or less fully hard. He couldn't go on like this. Surely it was bad for you to constantly be so highly aroused that you needed to cum but yet NOT cumming and trying so hard to bring yourself down when temptation was all around you.

Deborah hadn't realised how many eggs there would be today. There seemed to be a lot more than usual and she hadn't taken a basket in. She managed to balance them in a sort of pyramid shape in her hands and tentatively walked back outside.

"Uncle, I've got such a lot today look! Don't you think there's a lot here?"

Joe looked down. Deborah was holding the pile of eggs just level with her bust. The sun bounced off their white shells which in turn, contrasted markedly with the rich, cerise pink of her top.

"There's DEFINITELY a lot there darlin' yes and they do look VERY good don't they. Of course, Joe didn't give a stuff about the eggs. He'd noticed that since she'd got up from bending, more breast flesh seemed to be sitting above her bra. Her tight top definitely didn't have the same smooth lines as when she'd turned up that morning. The edges of her bra cups appeared to dig into her bust with uneven portions of flesh pushed up and bulging way above them. Joe picked up a small trug and began to take the eggs one by one and place them into the small basket. His fingers were literally an inch or two from her bust and his hands started to shake. Once he had taken enough of the eggs that Deborah could use her other hand, she also helped lay them into the basket.

"Are you OK Uncle Joe?"

"Oh yes, I'm fine love. It's a really good crop today eh?"

"It's brilliant and, it might just be me but I think they look bigger than usual too."

Joe groaned internally, the irony of his niece's words at a time when there now seemed to be so much overspill beneath her top.

"Ummm, 'ope you don't mind me saying love... but whatever bra you're wearing today, is it a bit too small for you?"

"No. It won't be Uncle because it's one of the new F cup ones I bought before my birthday. Why d'you ask?"

"Well, it's just that... 'ow can I explain? Hmmm... when you arrived 'ere this morning you had a very smooth silhouette, just curvy and like you normally are but now you've finished collecting them eggs, well, it looks like there's quite a lot of boob that's maybe come out of your bra love."

"Oh." Deborah looked down. She felt confused. She wasn't sure she knew what her Uncle was talking about. Everything FELT fine.

"'Ere, I'll show you. Stand still." Joe whipped out his phone and took a picture of her, quickly being sure to show her his phone immediately so she didn't think anything untoward was happening. "See there?" Joe zoomed in and pointed at her chest. "See that unevenness there? That's the line of your bra THERE and look at all that on top. That should be INSIDE your bra darlin' shouldn't it? I mean, I'm no expert but..."

"Hmmm, I think you're right Uncle. That does look a bit odd. Just a minute..."

Deborah turned her back on Joe who watched as her elbows came out, a position that arose as her fingers gripped her bra through her top and she started pulling the garment upwards. Her long pony tail swished across her back and the angle of the light gave him yet another delicious view through the leggings to her firm, knicker clad backside.

"There, is that better?" She turned, her hands roaming over her bust and torso as she smoothed everything down. Joe fleetingly imagined she was touching herself to proudly show her body off to him.

Her silhouette was now smooth again, the incident illustrating to Joe that whilst his niece was obviously wearing a bra that technically matched her bust measurement, her breasts were probably on the cusp of transitioning to a larger size. The thought made him feel sick with desire.

"That's better. All back to normal again look." Once again, Joe quickly snapped a picture and showed it to her, flicking back and forth to show the difference between smooth and bulging.

"Oh, thanks Uncle. And to think, I'd never even have noticed that if you hadn't have pointed it out." There was absolutely no thought in Deborah's mind of asking her Uncle to delete the pictures he'd taken, she had already moved on from the simple (to her), everyday issue.

Later on, as he was finishing up for the day, Joe was walking towards the farmhouse and saw Deborah cleaning the outside step. Fully on her hands and knees, he could clearly see a lot of breast flesh wobbling animatedly side to side beneath her top, in between the outlines made by the cups of her bra.

'Mmmmm, 'ere we go again'. Joe slowed his pace a little so he could quietly observe more of her before having to make himself known. The girl was such a willing little helper, so eager to learn and to please. Without a doubt, this attitude would be sowing the seeds of a future job in agriculture and animal husbandry perfectly and in addition, that same ethos made her THE perfect target for his VERY perverse desires. Joe imagined her doing the same thing braless. Wondered what her delicious young bosom would look like in that same pink top as it hung and jiggled without the confines of a bra. 'Bet you've got sexy sweet teen nipples an' all eh love? Juicy, pretty pink buds topping off those gorgeous big tits.'

Finishing her work on the step, Deborah stood up.

"Oh, hi Uncle, didn't see you coming." She smiled, wringing out the cloth knowing that that was her last job of the day.

'Oh, I guarantee you will one day darlin'. I GUARANTEE it.' Joe's thoughts beat his mouth to the action. The uneven bulging beneath her top was now more noticeable than before. Joe smiled, nodded towards her bust, winked at her and put his own hands on his chest as if he were pulling up a bra. He watched her mouth momentarily open in shock and disbelief and quick as anything and without turning away, she just pulled upwards on her bra, wriggled and smoothed everything down just as she'd done before. She smiled at him.

"Thanks Uncle Joe."

"No problem darlin' but..." He leaned in very close to her ear and whispered as he wasn't sure if Barbara would be downstairs in the house or not. "... I think you might need to get yerself measured again, you know, your boobs."

"To be honest, I've wanted to go since you and Auntie Barbara gave me that voucher for my birthday and Mum said she'd take me but she's always too busy with stuff. This is why I need to learn to drive, so I can go places when I need to."

Once again, Joe leaned in close to her and whispered... "I'll take you love. I mean, I wouldn't invade yer privacy or anythin' I'd just drive you there and..."

"Oh would you REALLY Uncle Joe!? That's brilliant! When..."

"Ssssshhhh. Pipe down sweetheart. Maybe your Aunt Barbara wouldn't be so 'appy if I were to take you, you know, spending time away from the farm and all that."

"Oh, right, sorry Uncle." Deborah lowered her voice. "It's our secret yes?" She smiled at him. It somehow made her feel much more grown up having these types of conversation with her Uncle and having him treat her as a proper adult, trusting her with information and asking her to keep it to herself.

"I'll take you on Sunday morning love, should be quieter then."

"Thanks Uncle Joe. I can't wait."

'Neither can I love. My two favourite things; my lovely busty niece and bras. Ooh Joe, you're gonna be in 'eaven you are, complete 'eaven.'

"Aunt Barbara said I could go when I'd done the step so is it OK if I..."

"Totally. You get off love and I'll do the same and I'll see you tomorrow. Mind 'ow you go through the woods now."

"I will! It's a lot lighter now Uncle. I'll be fine." She smiled, waved and turned towards the fields, her pony tail swishing rhythmically from side to side, her tight, rounded buttocks alternately shifting up and down with each step. Joe stared hard through the leggings to her white knickers and licked his lips. Deborah knew when she'd reached a point in the field where it dipped and she'd be out of sight and she turned to give a final wave to her Uncle, turning slightly sideways as she did so.

'Fuck! They couldn't stick out any more if you cantilevered 'em up. What is it with teen girls being ignored by gravity these days?' Joe smiled and waved and turned to head inside. These days, he struggled to wait until Barbara had gone to bed to use the lean-to so he'd taken to having early showers before dinner just so as he could go and relieve the pent up sexual tension and not come across frustrated and miserable at the dinner table. Going upstairs, he switched on the shower and raced to the bedroom, quickly pulling off his clothes as he went. His erection was enormous and even shocked him.

He and Barbara didn't have any hang-ups when it came to nudity and they'd both just walk around in various stages of undress if they needed to and weren't perturbed by the sight of each other just getting on with daily ablutions. Joe reached to the back of his wardrobe and grabbed his well thumbed magazine which by his usual 'memorabilia' standards was fairly recent. Now that was something that Barbara would have a fit over if she knew he had anything like that, especially from more recent times. Throwing a towel over the magazine he walked out and headed for the bathroom just as Barbara had rounded the bannister at the bottom to come up the stairs. She couldn't help but momentarily gawp in shock at her husband's penis. He was side on to her as he reached for the bathroom door handle. Totally perpendicular to his body and looking incredibly red and swollen, she thought she'd never seen him like that before. As he disappeared into the shower, she continued her way slowly up the stairs, the silent thought in her head being, 'Well, at least he hasn't gone into the lean-to.' She had no idea that he would very much be pleasuring himself in the bathroom. As she rounded the corner at the top of the stairs, she heard his voice long and low... "Oh Goddddddddddddddddd". Unbeknown to her, he had sat himself down on the shower seat (Barbara sometimes used it if she was having one of her 'off-balance' days) that he had moved right to the edge of the cubicle so he could hold his magazine away from the running water.

He looked at the main picture on the cover, already stroking his cock with some vigour. A college age girl with her medium length brown hair in bunches either side of her head. She wore a white blouse unbuttoned almost to the waist with the remainder of the shirt tucked into a red and navy short pleated skirt. The curved inner portions of her large breasts were on display and she was sitting on a wooden stool with her legs spread as wide as she could get them side to side. Aside from the sexy visual spectacle of her pose, Joe thought her smiling face to be very pretty. She looked sweet and innocent and it turned him on so much. The text relating to the cover picture read...

'EXCLUSIVE! Stacked 18 year old Geography student Danni shares her first East-West project with us.'

The girl was holding an Atlas in front of the space between her legs which - when you knew what the article showed inside - covered her bare mound. The young teen had already appeared topless in the magazine some months earlier and a combination of publisher pressure and a several thousand pound pay-day had coaxed her into not only doing her first fully nude shoot but in agreeing to some tastefully done close ups of her gloriously hair-free mound and her still untouched 'clit n slit' (as the publishers referred to it as). Joe's favourite shot was the one done from behind where she was bent over just far enough that the lower portions of her tight, teen buttocks were gently spread and you could see the cleanest, neatest, most perfect example of untried sexuality. Her slit was a tight line, neat and straight, her clit pink, pointy and puffy, untouched by anyone.

"Urrgh Christ! Sweetness like that was MADE for hulking great pricks like this! Urrrrggghhh! AAArrrrggghhhh!"

Joe was already on the verge of cumming, he stared down at his enormous cock, the huge girth covered in bulbous veins. It looked rude and evil when compared to the pale pink softness of cover girl Danni's sex.

"Fucking made to PLOW you! PLOW you, you 'ear! Urrrrrgggghhhhhhh God. Oh Debbie, I'm gonna fuck you SO 'ard darlin' and you're gonna thank me for doin' it. Oh... UUUUURRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!! URRRGGGHHH! URRRGGGHHH! URRRGGGHHH! URRRGGGHHH! URRRGGGHHH! OH GOD! URRRGGGHHH! URRRGGGHHH! URRRGGGHHH! URRRGGGHHH! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Joe began to cough and splutter as the fiercest climax he had had for ages ripped through him like a tornado. What he didn't know was that outside, Barbara had rounded the top of the stairs on her way back down again. Thankfully, she hadn't heard him exclaim 'Oh Debbie' but she HAD heard, 'I'm gonna fuck you SO 'ard darlin' and you're gonna thank me for doin' it'. She'd heard the beginnings of his release and rolled her eyes and headed back downstairs. It didn't make her feel good that her husband had to get his sexual pleasure that way but she was resigned to it now and they'd agreed that as long as he was discreet, she would tolerate it. She headed into the kitchen to start making dinner, actually feeling that her husband was quite sad if he was imagining that any other woman would beg him for anything in that way.

When Friday - Deborah's last day on the farm for the week - arrived, Joe and his niece cracked on and were able to get all the jobs done with a little time to spare with which they set about a gentle stroll through the vines, both of them picking up any stray grapes that might've been blown to the ground. Today, Deborah was wearing the same cropped black leggings but this time with a pair of pink, lace knickers underneath that matched the pink lace balcony bra she was wearing. For the first time ever, Joe got a very slight glimpse of nipple indentation mixed with lace patterning at the front of her pastel pink, scoop neck t-shirt. As always, they would chat and with Joe's agenda being set like concrete in his head, he had already planned the main conversation for the day.

"'Ere, you know the other day when we were doing the milking and chatting about milk n babies n all that?"

"Yes, I remember Uncle Joe." Deborah smiled, striding along next to her Uncle, not a care in the world.

"Well, you said you didn't want to 'ave a baby didn't you?"

"I did yeah but only because the thought of having something sucking on my boobs and using them for food is pretty gross don't you think?"

"Well, it is only natural love. Women 'ave been breastfeeding for thousands of years, since time began but as with everythin' it's gotta be a woman's choice. No, what I was gonna ask you is, are you on the pill? You know, the birth control pill? You never know when you might meet someone and... it's easy to get carried away in the moment love then where does that leave ya eh? Pregnant when ya don't wan't to be."

"I think it'll be a VERY long time before I meet someone Uncle Joe. I'm too shy for all that anyway but to answer your question, I did ask Mum if I could go on it a few years ago when I was in high school. You see, I get very painful periods and the doctor said it would help but because it was a 'birth control' pill, Mum said no. Thing is, I do still get pains at that time of the month and it would be nice not to."

"Well, you're an adult now love, you can make your own decisions. Why don't you go back to the doctor and ask again? Your Mum doesn't even afta know. In fact, she's got no RIGHT to know, you're an adult in your own right now."

"Wow, I didn't think of that at all! Yes, you're right, I CAN do that now can't I?"

"Why don't you ring up this afternoon when you get 'ome, try and get an appointment love?"

"Yeah, I will. I will. Oh thanks Uncle Joe, you always think of everything." Deborah leaned into him giving him a brief side-on hug. Nothing to be felt but her arm unfortunately for Joe, BUT a very nice view down her t-shirt of her squashed together breasts as she pressed into him.

Joe hung back a little, letting her walk on. The pink lace knickers clearly visible through her leggings were cut high so they were basically horizonal across the centre of her buttocks meaning that her gorgeous cheeks were effectively half naked.

"I 'ope you don't mind me saying somethin' love?"

"Oh, you know I NEVER do Uncle Joe." Deborah strode happily in front of him gazing around at the view and breathing the fresh spring air.

"You've got a really sexy little bottom you 'ave."

"Sexy?" Deborah had not had the word used to her ever before.

"Oh yeah. SEXY."

"I've heard the word but don't really know what it means in everyday talk. What d'you mean Uncle Joe?"

"OK I'll explain... if anyone says to you that something about you is SEXY, it means that it makes men very excited."

"Really? So..."

"Well, you know I was telling you a little while back that you had very beautiful breasts and that I liked 'em?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Well, that's because I find them SEXY."

"You think my boobs are sexy?"

"Oh not just your boobs darlin' but like I've just said, your bottom too. In fact your WHOLE body is very, VERY sexy." Joe smiled watching as his niece's face took in and tried to process what he'd said.

"So you mean... my boobs and my bottom make you feel excited?"

"Oh VERY much darlin'. VERY much indeed."

"Aah, d'you know what, that's actually quite sweet Uncle, thank you. It's nice to know you're making someone feel happy and excited isn't it?"

"Oh, it sure is sweetheart, it sure is." Joe would've given anything to palm her arse at that point, give it a squeeze and see how she reacted. Totally off the agenda of course.

"Well, thanks for saying that Uncle Joe. I like to know I'm making you happy."

"Oh, keep this between us mind eh? Don't want you mentioning to your Aunt or your Mum and Dad that I said I find you sexy OK?"

"UNCLE JOE!!! SO MANY TIMES I tell you that I never talk about what WE talk about here. I enjoy our time together and it's helping me a lot so if I can help you by making you feel excited just by being here then I like that but it's just for US."

"Good girl. Good girl. Now, 'ave you decided about showing me those SEXY boobs of yours yet or are you gonna keep your Uncle waiting even longer?"

"Um... I HAVE thought about it Uncle but..."

Joe did NOT like the 'but'.

"But, do you think it's OK for me to do it seeing as... well... Auntie Barbara and..."

"Auntie Barbara won't know anythin' about it love. I thought you said you never talk about our 'stuff' and you know I never would.

"Yes, no, I don't mean talking about it, of course, I wouldn't say anything but I mean, Auntie Barbara's your wife. I thought that when people got married, they only looked at the body of their partner because isn't that what people do when they get married? They marry one person because they don't want to be with anyone else?"

"Oh sweetheart, I don't think I've got enough time to explain all the ins and outs and long winded stuff that turns your very correct point on its 'ed. Keeping it simple darlin', yes, you're right BUT (and I'm just gonna give you one example 'ere, there are tons of 'em in reality)."

"What is it Uncle Joe? What makes it different. I always prefer it if I KNOW things because then I understand WHY I'm doing stuff."

"Exactly love. Look, take me and your Aunt Barbara. We've been married years right, forever together n all that and don't get me wrong, it was great in the beginning, always doin' things together, 'avin COSY time together you know..." Joe winked and gently nudged Deborah's arm. She didn't pick up on what was his allusion to he and Barbara having sex. Then, well, she got ill and everythin' changed. Sure, we get on well enough and the farm n shop pretty much run like clockwork but there's no ummm... no..."

"No what Uncle Joe?"

"Well, let's just say, your Aunt Barbara doesn't want to show me 'er body anymore. She doesn't want to be close to me any more and that's..."

"Isn't that because she got ill though Uncle? Perhaps it's her illness that's made her feel that way?"

"Oh definitely darlin'. Course it's 'er illness and I understand that but there's two people in a marriage and you can be as understanding as you like but it doesn't stop the pain of... of... oh... silly me, I didn't expect to get like this..." Joe pretended to wipe away a tear from his eye and sniffed.

"Oh Uncle Joe! Don't get upset! You know we can talk about anything and I'll ALWAYS listen." They both sat down on a rickety old bench and Deborah put her arm around him, her bust lightly squashing against his arm. Feeling her softness, Joe looked down into t-shirt, her deep, pillowy cleavage making him think about tit fucks. Something that he'd been without for decades as it had only been something that Barbara had done in their very early days of being together. He imagined his bulbous, red head appearing between her gorgeous young jugs, the contrast between soft, unblemished pale skin and red, angry ferociousness turning him on massively.

"What sort of pain? Is it something you can go to the doctor about?"

"No love. I was gonna say the pain of... of... well, of NOT seeing a female body. Not being able to look at a nice big pair of boobs. Not being able to t..." He was going to say 'touch' but stopped himself, not wanting to plant any thought in her mind just yet that he was actually desperate to touch her. Desperate to see what such a young, teen girl felt like. In actual fact, Barbara was perfectly happy being in various states of dress and undress about the house including fully naked as she walked between bathroom and bedroom etc. The truth of the matter was that Joe just didn't find her droopy, loose figure attractive any more and had long been lusting after busty young girls, hence his large 'memorabilia' collection.

"Ah, I see..."

"See what?" For some reason, Joe thought she must suddenly think of him as a pervert. His stomach wrenched as he feared the worst. What was she going to say?

"Now you've explained, that all ties in with what you said the other day."

"What? What did I say?" Still on tenterhooks, Joe waited...

"That day I was collecting those grapes from the ground and you said you could see down my top. You said you liked looking at my boobs because they were so big and that you liked the shape of them."

Joe's cock started to pulse in his pants.

"It's all true darlin'. All true. So, what d'you reckon then? You gonna show 'em to your old Uncle? Make 'im an 'appy man?"

Joe was pleased seeing her smile but she pulled away from him and folded her arms, pushing her bust further upwards.

"I'm still thinking about it. BUT, at least I understand more. I DO want you to be happy Uncle Joe, especially after everything you've done for me, letting me work here and stuff but... it's just that it IS a big thing and it's not something I've ever done before and... well, I'm a bit embarrassed."

"Oh God darlin' you got NO need to be embarrassed about those." Joe looked across at her. Her hands were now clasped together at hip level where she intertwined her fingers repeatedly, a minor stress response. The very faint outline of nipple veiled by a more prominent outline of lace teasing him to distraction as he imagined her large, 18 year old breasts encased in a pretty F cup bra.

"And you said my confidence would improve didn't you?"

"I did. And it WOULD sweetheart. Totally."

Deborah raised a finger to her lips and bit it, inadvertently looking massively seductive. She smiled broadly and blushed, turning away and starting to walk back towards the farmhouse. "I'll THINK about it Uncle Joe." She turned and flashed him a final smile before striding purposefully off.

Joe needed relief and needed to get her off the farm before he did something he would almost certainly regret. He moved quickly to catch up with her as Barbara appeared at the door.

"Joe! Those t-shirts 'ave arrived!" She disappeared back inside.

"Oh, that's good love, that's those t-shirts I've bought to advertise the farm shop. I'd like you to wear 'em some days when you come to work."

"Oh sure Uncle Joe, shall I..."

"We're done 'ere for the day love but if I just pass you THESE..." Joe picked up the batch of t-shirts that Barbara had left in the porch and handed them to his niece. "Why don't you try 'em on later and see 'ow they fit. They're all size small coz you're so slim so 'opefully, they'll be OK."

"They should be Uncle Joe. A lot of my other tops are size small. Even if they are a bit TOO small, they're stretchy so they always fit. It's only because of my boobs that some things..."

"Sssshhhhhh. Oh, n don't forget to ring the doctor, make that appointment we spoke about OK?"

"Oh yes, I will Uncle Joe. I'll do that when I get in."

"Good girl. Right well, I won't see you tomorrow but if you can get 'ere for about 10 on Sunday morning, we'll head off to town OK and remember to bring that voucher we got you."

"I will Uncle Joe. Thanks. Bye." Deborah smiled and strolled off towards the wooded path clutching the new t-shirts to her. She could kind of feel her life starting to come together; she would be starting work in the shop soon when it opened for the season, she was learning so much on the farm both about the work and from the candid chats she had with her Uncle, she would be going to buy new underwear on Sunday, something she had wanted to do for ages, hopefully, she would soon be pain free when her periods came if she took control and went on the pill and her Uncle Joe always said such nice things about her, how pretty she was and what a lovely figure she had. Perhaps she was a worthy person after all?

**********

After dinner, Deborah went upstairs to look at the t-shirts, carefully taking each one out of the clear wrapping. They were all white and very stretchy which she was pleased about and each one had a slogan on relating to the farm in large green letters. She laid them out on her bed. Capital letters on the first line and underneath, a smaller reference to the farm...

'NATURALLY HOME GROWN at Joe's Farm' A small icon showing a basket of vegetables was printed at the very bottom.

'SATISFACTION GUARANTEED at Joe's Farm'

'RIPENED IN DEVON at Joe's Farm' A small icon showing three bunches of grapes was printed at the very bottom.

'HAND PICKED at Joe's Farm'

She randomly picked one and slipped it over her head, pulling it into position until it felt right. She looked in the mirror and thought it look perfect. All the necklines were scooped in style but were basically the same as the tops she already had and the fact that they advertised something about the farm she thought was brilliant. She rushed downstairs to show her Mum and Dad, almost tripping on her pyjama trousers which had slid to her hips as she'd changed clothes.

"Mum, Dad, what d'you think!? Uncle Joe's had some new t-shirts printed ready for when I start working in the shop. It's great isn't it?!"

Looking up from their reading, her parents automatically smiled at their daughter. They'd noticed her demeanour become calmer since she'd started working at the farm and they wanted to do nothing to get in the way of it. It was nice to have some peace. Mike looked at her almost critically at first as he studied her figure; trousers resting on her hip bones, part of her very slim lower stomach bare as the t-shirt wrinkled around her navel and then of course, her breasts, almost over-filling it and stretching the large lettering as they pushed outwards aggressively, their soft, pillowy uppers nicely showcased by the scooped neckline.

"Ripened in Devon. I suppose that's a reference to his vineyard." Julia piped up, seeing absolutely no connection at all between her brother's 'advertising' slogan and the three words that he'd deliberately picked to display across his niece's large bust.

"Indeed." Mike swallowed as the sight of his daughter's ample cleavage framed by the word 'Ripened' encouraged a frisson of arousal in him. He could just make out that she was wearing a pastel pink lace bra underneath. 'Mmmmmm, very girly.' Like his brother-in-law, he'd had a silent monologue running through his head for quite a while now, always silently saying what he could NEVER say in real life. Because of his wife's tight rein on their daughter in terms of her growing up through high school and being very strict on what she wore, even though it was apparent she was now starting to make some choices of her own, he still thought of her as his 'little girl' and yet conversely, this 'little girl' now sported a pair of large, F cup breasts. The most DELICIOUS irony he had ever come across but one that he would always and unequivocally keep to himself.

"It looks nice on love."

"Thanks Mum. Dad, what do you think?"

Mike pretended he hadn't already been looking and looked up from his paper again...

"It's great darling. A very good fit too. Looks good on you." He smiled and looked back at the paper, not wanting to give either his daughter or his wife any kind of idea that he was enjoying more than just an appreciation of a new work outfit.

Deborah was pleased. More compliments. She kicked her bedroom door shut behind her and started folding up the other t-shirts. She had no need to try them all on as they were all the same style. Just then, her new work phone pinged. It was her Uncle.

'Hey Debs, did you try the t-shirts on? Did they fit OK?'

Deborah was pleased. It almost felt like having a friend in her room. Her Uncle was obviously thinking about her to send her a message. She quickly typed back.

'Perfect fit Uncle and Mum and Dad think they look good too.' She added a smiley face.

'Ah, that's brilliant! You gonna show me then? Send me a picture?'

Deborah stood up quickly. Of course! They could send each other pictures now, like Joe had showed her on the farm. She quickly took a selfie which due to the length of her arm only included up to her waist but it was good enough to show her Uncle how the t-shirt looked. She sent the picture, adding...

'Dad said he thinks it's a good fit' [smiley face]

As the message pinged into his phone, Joe tapped onto the image. God, she was so photogenic. An innocently pretty, make-up free face, lovely long hair and Jesus, her gorgeous big tits 'Ripened in Devon'. He glanced down at her bare waist, her petite torso contrasting hugely with the jutting bust above. This was it. Such a simple exchange but Joe knew that this was the start of what he wanted to come. So willing had she been to exchange the picture with him. She looked stunning and he knew that when she did finally start work in the shop, she'd be pulling those coffee drinking, cake loving blokes in from miles around. Who WOULDN'T want to delight in looking at a beautiful, slim teenage girl with a ripe, over-developed young bust that had obviously started it's journey to maturity quite some time ago? Joe sent his next message...

'And he's right! Stretches nicely over those lovely big boobs doesn't it?' He added one of the 3 wise monkeys as a finishing emoji, the one with the hands over his eyes.

Deborah just sent back a laughing face and Joe sensed it was time to wind things in. He didn't want to let his cat out of the bag too soon and after all, these were early days but there was just one more thing he needed to check...

'Did you remember to make that doctor's appointment love?'

'They had spare slot so I took it earlier on. It was right when I usually have dinner but I think it's important so I took it. I've got the pills already.'

'Good girl. I'm pleased. Right well, I'll let you get ready for bed and I'll see you on Sunday morning. Don't forget your vouchers.' Joe added an emoji of a bikini top. It was the nearest thing he could get to remind her they were going shopping for some new lingerie for her.

Deborah liked the little picture. A wave of happiness came over her as she realised that she actually WAS now starting to take control of her own life. She got on really well with her Uncle and it would be so much better driving that longish journey to the main town with him than with her Mum anyway, much more fun.

'Night Uncle Joe. See you Sunday.'

Joe sighed and rested his head on the back of the armchair, eyes closed, visualising his beautiful niece's face when he'd told her a few days ago that he could see down her top when she'd bent down to pick up the grapes. He'd seen her cheeks flush, her arms come across her chest slightly in embarrassment, followed by a look of inquisitiveness then just carrying on doing what she was doing, no attempt to stand up or put herself into a position where he COULDN'T see down her top. He began to palm the front of his trousers, suddenly realising that he didn't have to visualise at all. He quickly flipped to his phone gallery. He only had 6 pictures so far, two of her wearing the pink turtle neck top, the first one with her breasts very obviously mostly outside of her bra and the second one after she'd 'tucked herself in', the 'Ripened in Devon' t-shirt picture and the 3 pictures he'd taken from above her as she'd milked a cow.

"Mmmmmm, you REALLY are..." Unzipping himself and reaching into his y-fronts he began to stroke his semi-hard cock. "I mean, look at that..." Zooming in on the first picture where her breasts looked to be just a jumble of flesh above and central to her bra, the creased and very UN-smooth appearance of her pink top was turning him on...

"Oh yessss... such a BIG girl under there aren't you darlin'. Growing too big for yer F cups eh? Corrrrrrrrr..." Joe squeezed the firm base of his dick as he felt himself tightening. He desperately wanted to prolong his enjoyment. "Well, don't worry my love, we'll soon 'ave you kitted out in some nice pretty underwear that FITS those sexy young knockers ooohhhhhhh... Ahhhhhh..." Joe jerked slightly as he really felt his release was unable to be held back any more. "And soon, you'll be on the pill and I can tell you darlin' you won't be a virgin for long then. All grown up and enjoying what I got for you 'ere." Joe looked down at his cock which looked like it was on fire it was so red. "Aarrgghh Christ! URRRRGGGHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHH!! URRRRGGGHHHHH!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Joe's raucous cries subsided gradually, in time with his convulsing body.

**********

"Oh Uncle! They've taken away the café bit. It was there." Deborah pointed at the area where her Mum and Dad had had coffee whilst she'd explored the large department store.

"Oh. Right." Joe didn't really know what to say. He'd not been to the shopping mall before. He wasn't really a one for shopping and hadn't been happy when it had been announced that the old cattle market area of the town was being cleared to make way for the large, new retail development.

They drifted into the large department store and Joe noticed the sign to the Lingerie Department on the third floor.

"Look, let's go up there and see if we can find somewhere you can go. I think they might have a café on the top floor so you could wait there?"

Joe nodded and stepped onto the escalator behind her. He thought her yellow and white print dress very pretty. Deborah wore it because she knew she would be trying underwear on and it was easy to get on and off quickly with just a few buttons and a wraparound tie waist. Joe liked the way it clung to the upper part of her backside then floated loosely away, finishing just below the knee. She was wearing white, flat pumps on her feet and her calves looked slim and shapely. Her long brown hair was tied in a pony tail, something else she'd done knowing she'd be trying things on because she didn't want to be constantly flipping her hair out of the way.

"Alright love?" Joe leaned round slightly, placing his hand on her waist. Deborah turned and smiled at him...

"Yes Uncle Joe, I'm fine."

Joe moved his hand away and gazed around. The store had only opened as they arrived there and being a Sunday it was very quiet. As they stepped off the escalator Deborah sighed...

"Oh no look, it says 'café closed for refurbishment'. Where are people supposed to go and..."

"There's a place open on the other side of the car park. It's quite a trek I'm afraid. It's annoying that they're doing this work over this side of the mall but it should be finished in a few weeks time."

A woman who looked to Joe to be in her mid to late 40s smiled at them both. Deborah recognised her as one of the assistants she'd seen walking around when she'd been measured a few months ago when she'd come along with her parents.

"Forgive me for asking but are you looking for somewhere to wait Sir?"

"Yes, we are!" Deborah piped up. Do you have anywhere that people can wait?"

"We do yes, over here." The woman beckoned Deborah and Joe to follow her, chatting as she walked... "We get a lot of men needing somewhere to wait here as you can imagine. There..." She pointed to a small area with a continuous, bench type seat going around the wall in a U shape. There was a large TV on the end wall and a vending machine for tea and coffee.

Joe looked in. There was one other man in there who looked to be around his age or a bit older. Joe didn't feel so conspicuous knowing there was someone else there.

"I'll wait 'ere love and you just do what you need to do alright."

The woman smiled and gestured to Deborah to follow her.

As Joe walked into the little area, the other man looked up and half smiled and nodded as if to say 'your wife bra shopping too is she?'

Joe sat opposite the man, the silence making things feel a little awkward.

"Shame about the telly."

Joe looked up as the other man nodded towards the large screen. He saw an 'out of order' sign stuck to the lower part of the screen.

"'Elps the time pass quickly when you got somethin' to watch. Usually only cooking programmes at this time but at least it's somethin'"

Joe smiled half-heartedly at the man who had his fingers coiled round a large 'Poundland' carrier bag. He wasn't bothered about the TV, he was still fired up with excitement inside that here he was, bra shopping with his young niece. Their conversation on the way back should prime him just right for a lovely session when he got home.

The sales assistant had shown Deborah into a curtained booth and Deborah unbuttoned her dress to the waist and took off her bra whilst she waited to be measured.

"So, d'you want to try this one Mrs Palmer? It's a 50 double D. I'll be back shortly." The muffled voice rang through the wall to where Joe and the other man sat. NOW Joe figured he knew why they'd have a TV on. The fitting rooms were obviously only partitioned off from the waiting area with fibreboard walls and although it was all very nicely decorated and was almost like you were in a living room, the walls were obviously thin as anything.

The other man (Mr Palmer) looked up catching Joe's eye and rolling his eyes in slight embarrassment. Joe turned his gaze back to the floor, thinking that the broken TV issue wasn't the best considering women were obviously doing something quite private just behind the partition.

"Sorry about the wait, the other assistant called in sick today so it's only me. Hopefully the tape measure isn't too cold. Now, stick your arms out wide to your sides and tell me when were you last measured Deborah?"

Joe's mouth fell open. He hadn't even considered that because he'd heard the sales assistant talking to what must be the other man's wife that exactly the same thing would happen with Deborah. He gritted his teeth and stared hard at the floor.

"Only a few months ago, just before I turned 18."

"And what size were you then?"

"34F"

The other man shifted in his seat. He hadn't seen Joe come in with Deborah so had no idea they knew each other. He leaned over towards Joe and grinned... "That's nice innit?"

Joe looked up quickly. He was still confused as to what to make of the situation. It totally wasn't what he was expecting.

"Eh? Sorry I..."

The other man leaned back in and whispered... "I said that's nice innit? 34F n sounds like she only just turned eighteen. Unusual that."

Joe had never given a thought to what other men might think of Deborah. Even when he'd bought the new farm t-shirts it had been a totally selfish idea so he could tease himself by looking at her large bust with a good piece of innuendo written under it. Now, here was another man who obviously liked the sound of a teenage girl who had 34F breasts. Well after all - who wouldn't.

"Oh, I didn't hear." Joe lied, feeling that it would help keep any untoward feelings at bay.

"Have you had any problems with your bust Deborah since you were last measured? Any issues?"

"Ummm, well, the other day, I'd been working and it involved quite a lot of bending down and picking things up and when I'd finished I think parts of my boobs had come out of my bra if you get me?"

"Oh yes, that's a familiar issue. Sometimes it means you're wearing the wrong SIZE bra but sometimes it can also mean you're wearing the wrong STYLE. It's also very common with larger busts so we often tell our larger busted ladies to wear different styles but we can see about that afterwards. Based on what you've said, can you bend at the waist for me, right over. We do this because breasts often become larger when women bend or lean, Gravity can sometimes make them fuller."

The assistant placed the tape around Deborah's slender back and down to her nipples, drawing it together lightly across the front of her now hanging bust.

"There you see, I can tell just by looking that the fullness in your breasts tends to spread centrally see. If you turn towards the mirror, stay bent over - see how your boobs fill out and touch each other in the centre where when you stand up, they're quite separate."

"Mmmmm... I bet they're a lovely 'andful eh? Shouldn't say it with me dear wife behind the wall there but it's lovely lookin' at all the pretty girls out n about these days innit? I used to come down 'ere for a quiet coffee in the café late Saturday afternoons, do a bitta boob spotting, ha! Loadsa girls, probably all still at college. Some of 'em are really stacked and they're not bothered about showing 'em off either, tiny little tops, push up bras sending 'em up to their chins n all that."

Much as Joe was trying hard not to let the situation get to him, it now was. Hearing the sales assistant speak factually about Deborah's breasts and now the old man using what he'd heard to tell him about his 'thing' for busty young girls was turning him on.

"OK well, I don't necessarily think that your 34F measurement is wrong but I will say this... from what you described about your breasts coming out of your bra when you worked, you might want to try the next band size down. It might feel a tiny bit tighter but it should also keep the cups in place better. The other thing I'll say is that with a tiny bit over 40 inches overbust measurement, your breasts are on the large side for a girl of 18 and I don't think it'll be long before you'll be needing a double F cup. We rarely see breasts above a D cup that are as pert as yours are and..."

"Pert? What..."

"It just means that your breasts aren't affected by gravity in fact, they've actually got a strong upturn so you won't have to worry about buying heavy, structural bras at the moment, you can pretty much pick and choose whatever you like. I will say though that with some of the balcony styles that we tend to recommend for larger busts, you might find that a tiny bit of your areolae show at the top of the cups."

"Arry o... sorry what?"

"The darker bit there."

"Oh, I thought they were my nipples."

"Common mistake. Not many people talk about areolae, it's a funny word but technically, the larger, more circular area are your areolae and the little pointy bit in the middle, that's your nipple. I mean, it's not really an issue as we're talking about underwear so it's not going to be seen but it's how comfortable you feel with it. Now, d'you want to pop your dress back on and nip out and choose some bras and then we can try them on. You'll have to excuse me whilst I look after my other customer. How are you getting on Mrs Palmer?"

Joe glanced up as Mrs Palmer's husband pulled the carrier bag up onto his legs, hiding what had developed between them. He had a semi of his own to deal with and clasped his hands together, placing them as casually as he could over his crotch.

"Look! Look! That's 'er!" The man leaned forward, whispering to Joe, indicating that he should look at the girl that had just had her entire private measuring session overheard by them.

Joe casually glanced sideways as Deborah walked passed slowly, her fingers touching various bras as she browsed the large collection.

"Jeez, she IS a busty little thing n all int she? Very nice. Nice priddy dress too. Really shows 'er tits off eh?" Mr Palmer nodded towards where he could see Deborah browsing the different styles and smiled at Joe who was struggling badly.

Joe glanced out into the department to see Deborah standing side on to the waiting area as her hands drifted along the huge variety of bras. He felt that his lack of interaction with the man was even more awkward than hearing Deborah talked about in such a sexually overt manner. He had to say something and just hoped that Mr Palmer and his 50DD wife would soon be on their way.

"She's err... very pretty, yes." Joe wanted to keep things simple. "Come on Reggie, we're done now." Mrs Palmer walked around to the waiting area having paid for her new bra. Joe looked up to see a very large, short woman beckoning to her husband.

"Nice chatting to you. Enjoy..." Mr Palmer winked at Joe who forced a half smile. He'd noticed a distinct bulge in the old man's trousers as the carrier bag was now moved. He played his words over and over in his head. He had obviously been aroused at what he'd heard of Deborah and certainly of what he'd seen as she'd passed by the waiting area. He shook head quickly as if to rid his brain of everything that he'd heard since going to sit down.

"Won't be too long Uncle." Deborah called out in a loud whisper and smiled as Joe looked up to see her carrying a large bundle of bras back to the fitting area.

"Right, you've got my undivided attention now Deborah."

Shit! Joe had been so pleased that Mr Palmer had now gone that he'd completely forgotten everything could be overheard. He placed his head into his hands and would try and block it all out. He could hear his heat pounding.

"Oh, that one's such a good choice. You know, the 'Barely There' bras have been our bestsellers so far this year. They bring the thinnest, and most minimal style of bra to bigger breasted women. It's amazing you know, the technology is all in the underband and the invisible support at the bottom of the cups. It's designed to feel like you're not wearing a bra you know, so everything's as natural as possible. Here, let me fasten it for you."

There was a short silence in which Joe's heart seemed to be pumping even harder.

"Oh, that looks so good on Deborah. I knew it would. I mean, your breasts don't really need much support anyway but just the way that mesh sits over your boobs looks SO natural. Obviously as you can see, the cups are see-through with the mesh being so thin but it's your underwear so it's not going to be seen when you're out and about."

"It feels different. It actually DOES feel like I'm not wearing a bra at all. Sometimes I find the straps and bands really aggravate me but this feels so comfortable, like I don't know I'm wearing it."

"That's why women love it so much AND at the moment, it only goes up to a double F cup so if it's something you really like, I'd suggest you get one to enjoy before your boobs grow any bigger eh?" The woman's friendly smile encouraged Deborah to smile as she reached behind herself to unhook it ready to try another.

Joe thought he might cum in his y-fronts. Literally, just behind him, behind a thin partition wall, his 18 year old niece's breasts had been inside some flimsy mesh fabric that the assistant had said was super thin and because of that was see-through. She'd also mentioned the possibility that her breasts might grow further. How the hell was he going to last out sitting there whilst she tried everything else on? He should really move away and wait somewhere else.

"These ones are also very popular with our younger ladies. Teenagers like yourself. It's main styling is Japanese and they manufacture really pretty, feminine designs. Do you like all the gathered netting and frilling on this one?" The assistant opened the bra catch on the white, plunge style bra that was adorned with embellishments; lace, netting, tiny pearl like beads and a frill along the inner side of each cup.

"It's SO pretty. That's why I chose it. It's so nice being able to chose what I want." Deborah had emphasised the 'I', an aloud allusion to her mother's previous underwear choices for her that obviously, the sales assistant would know nothing about.

"Little tip for you - if you lean forward before putting your arms into the straps, it makes sure that your breasts are perfectly positioned in each cup. Boobs are fuller when you bend you see and it lets you adjust the fabric better when you come to stand up."

Joe got up and headed out of the waiting area. He couldn't take any more. He'd go and wait over the other side of the department and keep watch to see when Deborah had gone to the cash desk.

"Oh that is just SO beautiful Deborah. Look how it holds your breasts so well. I mean, we know you don't need loads of support but the way these bras are designed, they position your boobs quite high on your chest so... well, you never know, if you're ever going anywhere where you want a bit of extra cleavage, you know, a special night out or whatever, then this HAS to be the one."

The assistant's voice seemed extra loud as Joe passed by the outside of the fitting area. He looked back and could see the lower part of Deborah's calves and her white pumps moving first one way and then the other. He guessed she'd be turning and checking her reflection at different angles. His cock was so painful. He headed off to the other side of the department, thinking it ironic that they'd set the two sections 'Teen' and 'Playtime' almost opposite each other. He stood against a column staring at the rails of small, colourful bralettes and bras. All designed for teenage girls and yet his 18 year old niece wouldn't in any way, shape or form fit into anything hanging on the rails. The 'Playtime' section was slightly further away so he couldn't see much. The garments were mostly black and red and he could see some items that looked like leather and a couple of black corsets further away. Corsets. Hmmmm. His mind wandered to the huge stash of second hand lingerie that he had in his storage unit. He thought he could remember at least two corsets being in there. Suddenly, Deborah's voice broke his train of thought. He focused his eyes to see her almost jogging towards him with a look of panic on her face.

"Uncle Joe! I wondered where you'd gone. It's..."

The movement of her bust in her dress was beyond anything he'd seen before at the farm and he couldn't help but stare openly at her chest. It seemed to fling upwards constantly. He'd never seen anything like it.

"... I'm so sorry but it's gone over. I'm £38.00 short. Would you be able to..."

"Yes love. Yes." Not really knowing what he was saying yes to he began to follow his niece back to the cash desk, feeling like he was in some kind of daydream. As they approached the desk, the assistant's voice finally pulled him into reality.

"Have you sorted it dear?"

"Yes, my Uncle's going to pay the difference."

"Err, 'ow much d'you need?" Joe began to reach into his back pocket and pulled out a wad of notes.

"£38.00 Sir."

Joe handed over the notes and took the change.

"Thank you SO much Uncle. I'm really sorry about that. I got a bit carried away as everything was so lovely and I think the matching knickers took the cost over. You can take it out of my next farm wages if that's easier."

"Nonsense! I won't 'ave you paying me back. We've come for a trip out to do somethin' nice for you and well, that bit's my treat for you eh." Joe meant to smile but any male onlooker who might see them together would instantly recognise a very lustful grin. He'd been looking over her shoulder since they started walking out of there, totally captivated by the up and further-up motion of her bust which just hadn't been noticeable at all when they'd first arrived.

"So, you 'appy with what you got then?" Joe fair flopped into the driving seat and pulled the door shut, closing his eyes for a few seconds to give himself a moment.

"Oh I am, I am! Oh Uncle look..."

One by one, Deborah reached into the bag pulling out a bra and neatly placing it and the matching knickers onto the dashboard of the jeep, gradually spreading along until it almost reached the steering wheel.

Joe had had a 'thing' for bras for decades, hence his own second hand lingerie collection but to see the garments laid out in front of him just naturally led his mind to imagine his niece's breasts inside them.

"She said that depending on the style of the bra I could be a F or a double F cup and when I explained about what you showed me the other day, you know, my boobs coming out of the bra under my top, she said I should try a tighter band so these are all 32F or 32FF. I've tried them all on and they feel so good and this one's SO sweet don't you think?" Deborah picked up the Japanese style white bra and held it towards her Uncle. "Feel it. The inside of the cups are SO soft don't you think?"

Slowly, Joe took the pretty white bra from her and held it sideways. The soft fabric of the cups had been made in such a way as to replicate the natural shape of a supported breast. He realised that where his fingers now were, Deborah's breasts had been just a few minutes earlier.

"I do like this frilly bit 'ere." He traced his index finger along each soft, silky flounce. To him, the cups looked huge. He turned to the label - 32FF. The niggling embers between his legs very suddenly evolved into some starter flames. He handed the bra back and turned in his seat to look at her happy, excited face.

"Can I ask you somethin' darlin?"

"Of course Uncle, anything."

"When... well, IF you decide one day that you're gonna show me your boobs, will you wear this white bra on that day for me?" Joe watched as her face visibly flushed.

"I promise Uncle."

"Good girl. Oh, what's this one 'ere?" Joe picked up the pale blue 'Barely There' bra. Of course, he'd heard what the assistant had said about them but wasn't prepared for exactly HOW thin they were. Was it even worth wearing?

"Oh that's one of the 'Barely There' bras. They're designed so you don't feel like you're wearing a bra. They are SO comfortable Uncle, I bought two. This one and the white one I'm wearing."

"You're wearing one?" Joe looked openly at her bust. He estimated it was pushing her dress out a good 6 inches at least in front of her.

"I am, I'm wearing the white one. Honestly Uncle Joe, I don't even feel like I'm wearing a bra and it's amazing! A total change from those horrible things Mum made me wear."

"Ahh, that'll explain it then." Joe continued his appreciation of her bust, something he covertly did very often but knowing she now had on the thinnest fabric he'd ever seen underneath her dress, and with the new, natural movement of her bust since they'd left the store, it was making him imagine she was braless under her clothes.

"Explain what?"

"Well, I did notice your breasts seemed to be moving about a lot more when we've been walking. More than they did when we went in. Must be because you're wearing one o' them natural bras eh?" Joe realised he'd just made it sound like he'd been ogling her bust since she'd got into his car that morning which in truth - he had. Of course, Deborah would never pick up on anything like that.

"Oh yeah, the lady said they'd move a round a bit more. It's because it's designed to give a really natural look Uncle and I really like the feel of them. It feels like when I'm indoors sometimes and I'm not wearing a bra only I'm OUTDOORS and feel that same comfort. It's brilliant!"

"Well, that's fine with me sweetheart, as long as you're 'appy and comfortable, that's all that matters. Now, shall we get going? As he started the engine Joe watched as Deborah gathered up the spread of bras and knickers from the dashboard. He hadn't really seen them all properly as he'd been very distracted by the pretty white, Japanese style and the talk of what she was currently wearing.

"So, you're on the pill as well now are you love??" In the excitement of the bras, Joe had almost forgotten about one of the important - if not THE most important aspect of his plan.

"No, not yet. You have to take the first one on the first day of your period so somewhere in the next 2 weeks I'll start."

"Oh, that's right, I think I remember reading that somewhere years ago, then once you start, it's 7 days til you're fully protected ain't it?"

"Protected?"

"Umm... oh, err... I mean, protected from the pain. You know, that pain you 'ave every month." Joe had become over-excited that the possibility of him being able to take his young niece's virginity was edging closer.

"The doctor said I probably wouldn't get as much relief the first time but by the second period it should be a lot better."

"Right OK. Well, it's good that you've got somethin' to 'elp now innit love eh?"

"It is. AND it's thanks to you Uncle Joe. I'd never even have thought of that unless you'd mentioned it. I like that you're always thinking of how to help me."

Joe smiled and placed a 'friendly hand' on her thigh. The fabric of her dress felt very silky to his fingers.

"Always got your best interests at 'eart I 'ave darlin'." Deborah smiled and placed her hand on top of her Uncle's that had now started to slowly move up and down.

All too soon (for Joe), they were back home and he dropped her outside her house so she didn't have to walk through the wooded path with the large department store bag.

"I'll see you Wednesdee love OK?"

"See you Wednesday Uncle and, thanks again."

Joe watched as she walked up the large, paved driveway, the fabric belt of her summer dress cinching her small waist.

"Go on, turn and wave at your Uncle then."

As if there was some kind of telepathy, Deborah turned slightly, waved and carried on walking.

"Mmmmm, fuck you for 'avin tits like that. Urrgh." Joe adjusted his crotch and went to park up. He'd be headed straight into the lean-to when he got inside.

**********

"Hi Mum! Ah, it's been great! Guess what, I'm a 32 double F now in some bras and..."

"DEBORAH!!! I'VE TOLD YOU BEFORE!!" Julia nodded towards the open-plan kitchen where Mike was making a sandwich. "Please DON'T talk about personal stuff around the house. Come and talk to me quietly for that kind of thing. I've told you SO many times now!"

Deborah suddenly felt more annoyed than usual. She'd had such a nice time shopping and over the weeks working at the farm had felt quite a bit better about herself. With her Uncle's encouragement, she was finding her own way of being. She liked it and didn't want to be told what to do.

"MUM! Honestly! It's you, me and Dad! What's the matter with you!? DAD!? Tell Mum will you!?"

Mike looked up from cutting his sandwich. He'd heard his daughter's announcement about her bra size and had enjoyed it but of course, would forever keep that to himself.

"Julia, come on... she's..."

"I WON'T have it! Things like this are private! They're not for mens' ears!"

"Even when that man is DAD!?" Deborah rolled her eyes and stormed upstairs, totally unable to understand why her mother had such hang ups about everything to do with her body.

"Darling, you've GOT to let go off all this religious nonsense. You don't even practice regularly so it's just something that's hard wired into you from your own mother." Mike walked over to where Julia had flopped onto the sofa. "Just because YOU were brought up that way doesn't mean you have to inflict that on OUR daughter. I mean, your brother Joe's not all het up about religion is he? Unfortunately, by the time your Mum had you - which you know wasn't planned - she was living her life based on faith and well... you ended up bearing the brunt of it. Don't let's carry that forward for Deborah eh love? It's not fair."

"I'm sorry but I just don't think it's right that she talks about her underwear and breasts when her father's around. It's not appropriate!"

"What, you mean 'not appropriate' as in, I'm gonna get some kind of weird kick out of it? I mean, if that's what you think Julia, I'm not sure we've got that much mileage left in our relationship."

"No, I don't mean... Oh look, never mind. I'm gonna go up to finish my packing."

Julia headed off upstairs. They'd booked a skiing trip for 5 days starting on Wednesday and she wanted to get organised.

**********

APRIL WEEK 4

Deborah's parents had left early to get to the airport to catch their flight. Julia had given her the rules, remember to lock the house when she left it, remember to eat properly, don't answer the door to anyone etc. As she was preparing to leave for the farm her farm phone pinged...

'Morning Debs. I've just got back from taking yer Aunt Barbara to the pick up point for 'er outing today so I'm gonna get a quick shower before we start work. I've left the door unlocked and some drinking chocolate and cake by the chair in the living room so make yerself comfy and I'll see you when I come down.'

Deborah smiled to herself. She loved her Aunt's cakes and was looking forward to starting another week doing what she loved and in the company of her Uncle who had started to feel like the friend she never had.

Joe had a couple of finishing touches for his plan before she arrived...

In the armchair next to the cake and drink he roughly wedged one of his magazines between the cushion and arm, making it look like it had been left there by accident. Next, he positioned a small, step stool on the third stair up from the bottom of the back stairs, lastly, he began to run the water in the shower that he wouldn't be taking. Peering out of the window, he could see his niece approaching in the distance, all in black; leggings and a vest top. Perfect. He climbed up onto the step stool and closed the door to the stairs. The bathroom was at the top of the staircase nearer to the front door so she would hear the water running through the slightly open bathroom door as she came in.

"Morning Uncle!" Deborah shouted up and hesitated by the front stairway for a short while to see if she got a reply but she didn't. Peering round the living room door, she saw the cake and chocolate and flopped down into the chair. Two lovely cup cakes and a steaming mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows on top. She tucked in, feeling so happy that soon she and her Uncle would be out on the farm tending the animals and checking out fruit, veg and vines.

Taking hold of the sill beneath the small fanlight window above the stair door, Joe straightened up on the little stool and peered down. There she was, eating cake and drinking hot chocolate. Sometimes when she moved, the light from the window would reflect differently and although she was wearing a black top, some angles would show the indentation of her nipples in the fabric. For some reason - despite the black - they look pretty large today.

As Deborah reached for the second cake, she felt her arm touch something. Looking down, she saw something sticking up slightly and started to pull it out. A magazine. From it's position, she figured it must've been left there by mistake and let it unfurl open, intending to place it on the side table. She dropped the cake into her lap. 'Slim & Stacked' (Teen Edition). She stared in disbelief at the cover picture, a young, smiling girl with long, brown hair not dissimilar to her own wearing a white bikini top that only seemed to cover half of her large breasts. She could see a swimming pool in the background but the picture was quite close up so cut off at the girl's waist. She looked at the large wording pertaining to the picture...

'Bikini Girl Daisy TOPLESS Inside!'

Joe watched her through the small pane of glass as she took in the other wording around the edges of the cover, her face white with shock...

'D cup Teen Johanna Bares All'

'Sexy student Scarlett's Bra Try-Ons'

'WE'RE INVITED - Busty Olivia's 18th Birthday'

Deborah couldn't believe what she was looking at. Whose magazine was this? She had no interest in it but being very curiously minded, she couldn't help but open it up. On the contents page, more descriptions of what was inside...

'We were delighted when Olivia contacted us and asked us to do her first shoot on her 18th birthday. With the prospect of being up close and personal to a pair of spectacular E cups, how could we refuse?! The pretty teen shares her first pictures with our readers.'

'Hailing from Croatia and with designs on being a model, 19 year old Johanna gives us the low down on fashion trends for young women. Happily, she's just as comfortable outside her clothes as in them.'

'Our cover beauty this month is 18 year old business and finance student Daisy from Wales. 6 months after she first appeared with us causing an absolute flood of emails and requests, she finally loses her bikini as she shares her fabulous DDs in all their nude glory.'

Watching from his hiding place, Joe thought that that would be it and was surprised when Deborah continued to turn the pages. She had been quite intrigued by the cover girl who she thought had pretty much the same hair as her; long, brown and with a full fringe. Skipping through pages, she stopped when she came to Daisy's feature. There was a bit of blurb and some old smaller images of her in bikinis. Turning the page, she turned the magazine onto it's long side to see a large, double page image of Daisy, kneeling down, but with her buttocks resting on top of her heels and her back tall and straight. She was slightly side on to the camera so there was no sight of anything between her legs but the white elastic of a g-string stretched up and over her hip. Her arms were by her side and she was smiling, her large looking breasts jutting out in front of her, looking very much the contrast when compared to her slender body. Deborah stared at the girl, her large, very pink areolae seemed to come around the side of her breasts and her nipples had the barest hint of projection. She was one of Joe's favourite girls to wank over as he enjoyed the look of her fairly puffed up areolae and how they seemed to take up quite a lot of the end of each breast. He thought they looked incredibly suckable.

Deborah didn't understand why a girl would do something like this and be smiling about it? More to the point, she couldn't understand why a magazine like this was in the farmhouse? She would have to ask Joe about it in case it wasn't meant to be there and her Aunt Barbara saw it. She quickly flicked through the rest of the magazine, her eyes skimming over numerous pictures of topless teenage girls and stopping briefly on Olivia's shoot where the blonde 18 year old was reaching up to grab at some balloons to make it look like they were floating away. She was totally naked and aside from her large breasts, Deborah could see part of her curly haired bush. Her backside seemed to stick out quite far behind her too. As she heard the water go off upstairs, she placed the magazine down on the table.

Joe had quietly picked up the step stool, crept up the staircase, through the maze of upstairs rooms, stopping at the bathroom to wet his hair, and down the staircase on the other side.

"Morning love! Ooh, that was good. I feel nice n fresh to start the day now. You OK?"

"Uncle Joe?"

Joe could tell by her tone that she was going to ask him about the magazine. Everything was still going to plan. "Yes love?"

"Umm, I found this down the side of the chair." Deborah picked up the magazine and held it towards her Uncle. "I wasn't being nosy or anything, I just felt something against my arm and saw this and then well... then I saw what it was and..."

"Oh. Right." Joe feigned a look of scared disappointment and took the magazine from her. "Look, I'm sorry love. That wasn't meant to be there and you certainly weren't meant to see it. Ummm... Huh, I'm feeling... I'm feeling VERY embarrassed right now and umm... Oh Debs, I'm so sorry about this but... you won't tell your Aunt Barbara will you? She'd get really upset and..."

"Uncle, you KNOW I don't talk about anything that WE talk about. I was just a bit shocked that's all."

"I'M shocked that you've SEEN it!" Joe kept his gaze to the floor, rolling the magazine into a cylinder and hiding it behind his back.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes. Gonna make me feel like the worst person on earth now aren't ya." Joe's voice trembled as he continued to act out his pretend disappointment and upset, this time wiping invisible tears from his eyes.

"No, I'm not. I'd never do that. I just need to know... is this YOUR magazine Uncle Joe?"

"Yes love, I'm afraid it is."

"So, you like looking at naked breasts?"

"Well, you could say that yes but not ALL naked breasts, only some."

"Naked boobs that belong to... to teenage girls... around my age?"

"Yessssss. Oh God, what 'ave I done!?" Joe flopped down in the chair opposite her, his head in his hands.

"Have you ever seen any? I mean, in real life, not in a magazine?"

"No, no I 'aven't. That's why I like me magazines see - just a bit of escapism for a sad old man."

"OK, so..." Deborah walked over and sat on the arm of his chair. Her bust was literally just inches from his face. He knew it, but didn't have the nerve to look. He started to feel shakey. She reached to the floor and picked up the magazine from where it had fallen when Joe feigned a collapse into the chair. Opening it to Daisy's centre spread, she held it in front of him.

"What is it you like about her?"

"Oh please don't Debs... you're embarrassing me even more love."

"No, seriously Uncle, I don't want you to be embarrassed, I just want you to tell me honestly what it is you like about her. I want to understand. Please?"

"Right well, if you go back and sit over there, I'll tell you." Joe needed her NOT to be in touching distance at that moment. He was feeling a previously unknown mixed sensation of arousal and uncertainty. Deborah went back and sat down and Joe stared for some time at Daisy's picture, wondering how he was going to describe what he liked in a way that his young niece could understand.

"OK, well, there's a lot of men out there that like big breasts and I'm afraid your Uncle Joe is one of 'em sweetheart. It doesn't afta be in this magazine, it can be anywhere. As long as it's a nice, slim, pretty girl with big boobs, I love to look at 'em."

"Don't you think that girl in the magazine has got hair like mine?"

"She 'as love, yes, she 'as."

"Does she remind you of me?"

"Well, a liddle bit I s'pose yes. She's young, same hair, very pretty. She's been in this magazine for months in bikinis and liddle tops and this was the issue where she finally took 'er top off. I'd been waiting for ages 'oping to see 'er boobs and well... I wasn't disappointed. They're fantastic! Lovely areolae too."

"Oh yes, the lady in the shop mentioned areolae. I hadn't heard of them before. I thought they were just nipples."

"Nah. On top of a good size, a girl's areolae are what make great tits even better. This girl 'ere see, she's got nice big ones. Quite puffy n all."

Deborah was losing track of his different terminology but had heard what she needed to.

"Look, I 'ope this isn't gonna change things between you n me love? I mean, you might not want to work with me on 'ere any more."

"Don't be silly Uncle. What you choose to like or not like is up to you. Nothing's changed. I'm just interested in understanding things I don't know anything about that's all. Why d'you think I keep asking you questions about the farm stuff eh? Come on, let's get outside."

Joe caught a glimpse of nipple and what he also thought was areolae indent in her top as she stood up and the sunlight from the window caught her top.

"I'll err... just go and pop this out of the way before your Aunt gets 'ome.'

Joe headed off out the back to the lean-to before joining Deborah outside in the fresh Spring air.

**********

Later that night, Joe was in bed next to his sleeping wife, gently stroking his cock as he thought about Deborah. Despite what could have been a shaky start to the day, they'd worked well together with his niece showing no sign at all that she was perturbed by what she'd seen in his magazine. In fact, he'd had a great day with plenty of opportunities to ogle her breasts as she worked and their chit-chat was just the same as it always was. He remembered the new and animated jiggle of her boobs as she'd walked out of the department store on Sunday, all happy and smiling. Her perfectly fitted dress, drawn tight at the waist accentuating the size of her large bust.

"Ohhhh Debs..." His whisper was barely audible as he brought himself closer to the edge. "Show me those fuckin' big tits darlin'. Show me... Urrrgggghhhhh!" Joe's body silently jerked it's way through his third climax of the day, each one as strong as the previous one. Each one stoked to bursting by the increasingly lascivious thoughts that he was having about his young niece. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but it felt like he was somehow getting closer to having the innocent 18 year year old for himself.

As she lay in bed, Deborah felt a bit 'out of sorts'. Not unwell as such just not quite her usual self. She'd been in bed for hours, feeling that she just needed to somehow get away from everything. She started to think about the future, what life had in store for her, the job in farming that she wanted to do. She thought about the magazine that she'd found earlier at her Uncle's, still feeling surprised that such things existed. Also feeling surprised that it was some kind of 'hobby' for her Uncle. She wasn't judging it - each to their own - she just didn't understand what he got out of looking at boobs. No matter what she thought about, she couldn't seem to shake the general malaise she was feeling. Closing her eyes, she eventually drifted into a fitful sleep.

Next morning, when she woke up, the first thing that came into her mind was the magazine she'd found at her Uncle's and what he'd said about his liking of pretty girls with big boobs. Despite only bing awake for a few minutes, now she'd had a decent sleep, it dawned on her. She could actually pinpoint why she was feeling so strange yesterday evening. She felt a little bit sad. She didn't like it that her Uncle liked these magazine girls. He'd been telling her almost since she started working at the farm that he liked HER, thought HER figure was beautiful, that HER boobs and bum were 'sexy'. The thought that he might prefer one of the magazine girls to her made her feel upset.

"My boobs are bigger than those girls. Why does he like THEM when he likes mine?" Deborah spoke aloud, her words feeling like they were piercing her psyche with rejection.

"I want him to think I'M the best, that I'M the favourite girl he wants to look at."

Deborah felt a tear pricking at her right eye as a feeling similar to what she'd had during her school days when she realised that a so called 'friend' had been using her and was now talking to other girls about her behind her back. It hurt.

"Right that's it. Next Saturday. I'm going to show him my boobs. He asked me ages ago and once he's seen them, he won't need any magazines. He said it's only because he doesn't see any in real life. Poor Uncle Joe. No, we'll get through this week of farm work and I'll surprise him at the weekend. Ooh, I can't wait now, he'll be SO pleased."

Deborah got up with a new found energy, quickly washing and dressing to head over to the farm. She would work diligently all week, keeping her Uncle's 'surprise' secret until the day beforehand.