Her mother scraped and saved to send her daughter to a fine school. Kelly's father had divorced her mother several years before. She barely remembered him.

She went in and went to her room. Her books went flying to the corner. She stripped off her short school skirt, then walked back down the stairs to the kitchen for a Coke.

As she passed through the living room. The door to the house opened and her Uncle Frank came in.

His mouth dropped open when he saw the sweet teen queen. Kelly was just as surprised. She stopped.

He gazed at her incredible body, the tight white panties, which were cummy and soiled at the crotch, her white sweater, knee socks, saddle shoes, her pigtails.

"I – ah – your mother – I told her I'd drop off this camera she wanted fixed at my shop. I well, of course, I have a key – but, ah," he said, his eyes busy taking in the exciting sight of Kelly standing there. "But your mom said you both get home late. I didn't know anyone would be here or I would have knocked."

"I didn't have cheerleading practice tonight," Kelly said.

She saw almost the same passion on her uncle's face, the same admiring stare that Mr. Clancy was giving her, and it excited her.

"Sometimes these cameras need a good cleaning, that's all. It's fine now."

"I'll tell Mom," Kelly said.

Then she noticed the leaping hard-on in her uncle's slacks.

"You've become a beautiful young lady, Kelly," he said.

"Gee, thanks, Uncle Frank."

"Well, here's the camera," he said, holding it out.

He watched her as she walked toward him, her hips swinging.

"Why don't we just try it out once and make sure. I could take a picture of you," Frank said.

"Ah, well, I don't have all my clothes on and…"

"That's okay, you look fabulous like that, Kelly," Frank said, raising the camera and snapping off a picture.