Niece Treat

  Michael was watching the evening news. It was a few days since he’d seen a woman stagger from the home next door and fall over dead from what he knew was a snake bite. They were about to go to a live news conference the chief of police and coroner were holding. The coroner, a nervous looking balding man, stood in front of a podium. 

“We have had some findings in the Autopsy of Mrs. Jordan Stewart,” he said, “Her cause of death was massive blood loss and trauma from two puncture wounds in her abdomen. 

“I believe the wounds are not likely caused by a stabbing. I believe they are more consistent with an animal’s bite.” 

At that announcement the media in attendance started shouting out incredulous questions. 

“We will take your questions,” he said raising his voice, “but you need to be called on and talk one at a time.” 

Once they had settled, he pointed at a reporter. 

“There are five women missing,” the reporter started, “a witness said he saw a man running from the scene. You expect us to believe that it’s an animal that has taken these women and killed Mrs. Stewart?” 

“I can only speak to my findings on Mrs. Stewart,” he said, “and I believe her wounds are consistent with an animal bite.” 

He pointed to another reporter after they had settled down again. 

“You say it’s an animal bite,” she said, “Do you care to tell us what type of animal it is?” 

“It has to be a very large animal,” he said, “It would have to have very large fangs. I’ve sent my evidence to experts to find out what it could be. I can say that an animal with that type of bite would not be native to this area.” 

“You do realize how absurd this sounds?” a reporter shouted out. 

They all started shouting out questions again. Once they quieted down, the coroner pointed to another reporter. 

“Sheriff,” he started, “Is your department now looking for some mythical creature?” 

“My department always takes the Coroner’s word into consideration,” he said, “His evidence cannot be dismissed, so we are exploring that avenue. We will have another news conference when we have more information. Next time we hope you all will be more civil.”

The Coroner and Sheriff walked into the Police station together as questions were shouted at them. 

That news conference had set the tone for the way that news was received. The media acted as though the Coroner had gone off his rocker. By the end of the week, the Coroner had resigned. The Sheriff was forced to say that his department was not looking seriously into the Coroner’s theory. 

The following Sunday, Michael had his brother and niece sitting in his living room. His brother and his wife were going on a cruise and Michael was going to watch their daughter. They chatted for a while. 

His niece was named Hannah. She had just turned 18 years old (his brother was much older than him.) She had straight blonde hair that fell down past her shoulders. She dressed rather oddly for an August day where she had nothing special to do. She was wearing a tight pink tank top, black miniskirt that barely covered her butt and black tights. She had kicked off her shoes as soon as she had gotten in the door. She kept switching the leg she had crossed, rubbing her hand over her legs and wiggling her feet and toes more than he ever remembered seeing her do it before.  

“Hannah,” her dad said, “take your bags up to the guest room. I’ve got to get going soon.” 

She got up, grabbed her bags and disappeared up the stairs. 

“Mike,” he said, “You’ve got to keep a close eye on her. She’s up to something. I wish I could give you a clue, but I really have no idea. And of course with what’s been going on around here you need to make sure she’s careful.” 

“I know,” Michael said, “I’ll keep a close watch on her.” 

“Just remember,” he said, “She doesn’t have to fear our wrath if she misbehaves while we’re gone. You have to be in charge of discipline.”  

“Got it,” Michael responded as they heard her running back down the stairs. 

His brother said his goodbyes to his daughter and walked out the door. Michael and Hannah watched out the door as he started the car and drove away. Once he was out of sight, they walked back into the living room. He sat down and was surprised that she sat down right next to, so close that they were touching. She crossed her leg so that her tights-clad foot was gently pressing onto the back of his calf. He wasn’t sure what to say in his surprise. 

“Do you like my outfit, Uncle Mike?” she said looking right at him. 

“Yea,” he stammered, “it’s… it’s a bit strange though.” 

“Well,” she said, “I thought you’d like it. Do you know why?” 

“No,” he said as he started to sweat as she started rubbing his leg with her tights-clad foot.

“I noticed something about you, Uncle Mike” she said, 

There was a pause. He knew he had lost control of the situation. He wanted to get away from her as she leaned in closer to him, but the growing bulge in his shorts suggested otherwise. 

“What’s that, Hannah?” he said trying to sound confident. 

“I think you like my legs,” she said, “but not all the time, which is why I’m dressed up.” 

He didn’t say anything. He already had a bad feeling about where things were going. His niece was trying to seduce or blackmail or maybe even both. He decided it was best to keep his mouth shut until further notice. 

“I’ve noticed it for a while,” she said, “Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter the past few years, I’ve been dressed up. It’s not just the skirts and dresses though is it, Uncle Mike?”

Again she paused and he swallowed hard. The butterflies in his stomach were growing. She was his niece and her though he had been discreet. 

“No,” she said, “I come around her in summer in short shorts and skirts and while you still do look, it’s not the same. So what’s the difference? What do you like so much, Uncle Mike?”

“Hannah,” he said failing to keep his voice steady, “I don’t know what you mean, but you need to stop.”

“Do you remember what I wore for Easter, Uncle Mike?” she said acting as if he hadn’t said anything at all.

He certainly remembered a lot more than his niece’s outfit from Easter. That day he had seen his pretty neighbor eaten. Later, he went to his brother’s house for dinner. Hannah was the only one there who hadn’t changed from church that day. She was wearing a light blue dress that was very, very short and white tights. She had also spent a lot of time stretching her legs and when she wasn’t doing that she would run her hands along her legs. 

“You were wearing a dress,” he said trying to make it sound off hand, “You were the only person dressed up.” 

“Is that all?” she said with a little laugh, “You weren’t really looking at my dress.” 

“You need to stop this,” he said trying to sound firm, “I don’t know what you want, but we’re family.”

“You certainly don’t look at me like you would your little niece;” she replied quickly, “Do you like staring at your niece’s legs?” 

There was another pause and Michael pondered how deep of shit he was in. He was pretty sure he had the willpower not to do anything if she was throwing herself at him, but he was almost certain it was more sinister than that.

“You’re doing it right now you know,” she said, “Tell me what it is you like.” 

“Hannah, stop it,” he said, “Your parents haven’t left yet. I can still call them.”

“If you tell them about any of this,” she said, “I’ll tell them you touched after you told me about what a pervert you were. Tell you what. I’m gonna make it simple for you, even if it is so much fun to play with you, Uncle Mike. Am I currently wearing the thing you like?” 

“Yes,” he said in defeat.

“What is it then?” she said.

“It’s your,” he said, “it’s your tights, ok?” 

“Do you like looking at your little niece’s legs in tights?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said, feeling ashamed. 

“It’s very sexy to you isn’t it?” she asked leaning even closer to him.

“Yes, ok,” he said, sounding a bit agitated.

“Well, I’ve brought lots of tights and pantyhose with me,” she said, “Now that you’ve actually admitted what I’ve already known, to your sweet, innocent niece, perhaps you could do some things for me, so I don’t tell Daddy. If you’ll be nice, and do what I want, I’ll wear these things for you.”

“What if I don’t go along?” he asked.

“Then I’ll tell my parents that you molested me,” she said, “I’ll tell them that you told me all about your fetish and then took advantage of me. Mom already thinks you’re a creep and Dad won’t go against her, so it’d be your word against mine and I’d win. The best you could hope for is being shunned by the family, but more likely Mom would press charges and you’d got to prison.

“You’re going to buy me booze. You’re going to let me have a party here, but don’t worry I’ll let my friends know there’s a ‘dress code’. Basically you’ll do what I want while I’m here.”

“Fine,” he said, “You’ve gotten what you wanted.”

“Good,” she said, “And don’t act like it’s gonna be so hard on you. You don’t even have to try to be sneaky anymore. You can look all you like. But don’t get any ideas further than that.” 

She stood up and slowly walked up stairs and he intently followed those sexy legs in black tights until they disappeared. 

Her visit had been both glorious and torturous for him. She had teased him for the entirety of the two weeks and he had obediently done as she had said. The party had been the night before and his house had basically been filled with young and pretty girls wearing tights and pantyhose. He could barely stand it, but he couldn’t stop looking. 

It was now Saturday afternoon and it had been nearly two weeks since she had been dropped off at his house. She was due to be picked up by her parents tomorrow. Michael was relaxing in his living room when Hannah entered. She was wearing a tight black tank-top, black knee-length skirt with a slit in the front, black knee-high boots with a 4 inch heel and black diamond patterned tights. She sat down next to him and crossed her legs.  

“Oh,” she said, “You’re foot-thing.” 

She bent over causing her top to ride up, which exposed the waistband of her tights. She unzipped the boot nearest to Michael and pulled it off. She left the other one on. She wiggled her toes knowing he was staring intently.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said, “I’m going to tell my Mom that you took advantage of me.” 

“Why?” he asked angrily, “I’ve done everything you’ve asked for.” 

“Maybe,” she said, “I wish you’d been aggressive with me.” 

She crossed her legs the other way and took off her other boot. 

“I’m gonna go lay out for a while,” she said, “why don’t you go get my flats? There in my room. I’ll wait here for you.” 

He was fuming, but did as she said anyway. He mumbled to himself once he was sure she was out of earshot. He wasn’t going to let her do this to him. He had wondered if she would be paid a visit by his friend with the time she was spending outside when she wasn’t teasing him. He was thinking about giving the snake a little help. 

He opened the door to the guest room and saw a pile of worn tights and pantyhose with her flats peaking out just beneath. He slowly grabbed her flat, fighting the urge to pick up the tights. He knew she had planned this as another tease. He decided that he would go through with the plan that had been merely a fantasy before then. 

He walked back downstairs and handed the shoes. She slipped them on rather theatrically and then stood up. She leaned in close to her Uncle. 

“Those aren’t just mine,” she said, “I made my friends take off their tights before they could leave last night. Ask permission and I’ll let you have some. Be nice and get me a drink.” 

She walked out of the room and he stared at her legs as she went. He waited a while before going into the kitchen and mixing her a drink. He mixed it a bit stronger than he should have, but she didn’t complain when she had it delivered. Once that was empty he got her another. He had her completely wasted by the time the sun was setting. After delivering another drink, he made his way back into the guest room. He grabbed two pairs of tights from the pile. One was a pair of black tights the other was a pair of suntan pantyhose. 

He walked out to the twilight and saw his niece acting loopy in his backyard as she was lying on a lounge chair. She saw him. She started giggling. 

“I’m gonna pass out,” she said with slurred speech, “You’d better not take advantage of me.” 

She laughed loudly and obnoxiously after her last statement. She mumbled some unintelligible things before she finally did pass out. He looked around making sure no one else was outside. He quickly took the pair of black tights and used them to the unconscious girl’s wrists together. He took the pair of suntan pantyhose and tied them around her ankles. Then he picked the girl up from the chair and laid her in the grass. 

He walked back into his house and waited. It kept getting darker, but he could still see his niece due to the light emitted by his back light. He couldn’t see the snake approaching, but he certainly hoped that it was. 

The snake was approaching. It sensed the warmth from Hannah’s body as it slithered along the grass towards its source. She was just starting to stir though as the massive snake moved into the light. She moaned softly and tried to move. She found she couldn’t and moaned again without opening her eyes.

“You naughty boy,” she said quietly.

Michael watched in anxious anticipation as the snake was just inches from his niece’s head. She wiggled a bit as the massive beast opened its mouth wide. It took the girls head between its jaws. Hannah didn’t understand what she was feeling. 

“What are you doing, Uncle Mike?” she asked inside the snake's mouth. 

The snake lunged and her bare almost bare shoulders disappeared into the monstrous serpent. She started pulling at the hosiery that had her bound. 

“Stop it,” she yelled into the snake, “I don’t like this.”

Her screams weren’t heard though, because they were effectively muffled inside the snake. She slipped further into the snake and struggles became frantic. Her skirt started riding up and with one powerful kick she sent both of her flats flying off. Fear had started to sober up the teen and she tried her best to twist out of the snake, but it was too late for her to have any hope of escape. Her hips were already into the snake’s mouth. 

Her knee-length skirt had ridden all the way up, which exposed all of her sexy legs in the patterned black tights. She couldn’t get her legs free from their bondage, so she could only kick both of her legs at once. Her thighs slowly disappeared into the snake’s mouth and in a few moments it had her knees in its mouth. Hannah could only wiggle her tights-clad feet 

Only her ankles and feet stuck out of the beast's mouth. The pantyhose that bound her ankles contrasted with the black of her tights until they too disappeared. Her feet and toes wiggled frantically until they had been swallowed as well. The massive snake then slowly made its way back into the woods, which it had somehow come to reside in. Michael watched it go and saw the lump that was roughly in the shape of his niece. He had enjoyed watching this particular show most of all. He walked into his back yard and grabbed Hannah’s right shoe to add to his collection. Then he went back into his house, turned out the light and went to his usual Saturday evening routines.

Michael called the police the following morning to report his niece as missing. He told them he thought she had been in the guest room all night. The only other bit of information they could was from a neighbor who had seen the girl in a lounge chair that afternoon. They also found her shoe in the yard and immediately the link was made to the other cases. 

His brother and sister-in-law were of course very upset to hear the news, but they didn’t blame Michael. He told them he had always, ‘kept an eye on her’ and he was sure that she had been in bed before he went to bed.