Becoming my niece

It started off as a long reunion at a family gathering. I had just came back from visiting my home country in Asia, and I spotted her in a tight red dress that looked too short for her age. She was 15 and I was going into my 30's. I had a terrible office job, no girlfriend to give in to my sexual pleasures and I live alone in a small studio apartment somewhere. My brother was nice enough to invite me for family dinners every Sunday, and it was the only day I look forward to every week. I get to see Amelia growing up, becoming a woman. I had the pleasure of watching her leave for her first day in college. I remember her hugging me so tightly that I felt her boobs already grown so big, squeezing against my chest. I went home that day and jerked off to that moment over and over.

I started to become more obsessed with Amelia when she turned 20. I remembered she wore a short pencil skirt paired with a bralette that emphasizes her curves and the size of her tits. I've grown to constantly use the bathroom every time during my stay for Sunday dinners to sneak into her room and take one of her used underwear from the laundry basket to bring home for myself later. Soon, I started to insist more hugs from Amelia and my hand had briefly went down to her ass before my brother caught my perverted crimes.

Slowly, I was starting to get invited less frequently. Amelia knew about my motives and has avoided me ever since. I still kept her used panties in my secret drawer that is now covered in cum. She's 22 now, a fresh pair would be nice for. How I wish so much to spend more time to see her again, oh Amelia, if only I could be you forever.