"This one, Uncle Bob," said Wendy, pointing to one of the heavier bases at random. "Oooh, I almost forgot! I have to take something out first…"

Wendy stepped in front of her uncle, her back facing him as she leaned over the box. Slowly, carefully, she bent over. As she reached into the box to withdraw a book she felt the t-shirt lifting over her ass cheeks, completely exposing her furry, drippy pussy and puckered asshole to her uncle behind her.

When she had the book and turned back to face him, Wendy saw how well her ploy had worked. Uncle Bob's face was flushed and he looked suddenly nervous. His eyes flitted rapidly from her innocently questioning face to he slender young body under the t-shirt. Best of all, Wendy could see an obviously enormous cock swelling and thickening in his shorts.

"Uh, Wendy, I really think it would be better if you… a… started wearing panties," Bob stammered. "You… er… reveal quite a bit of yourself when you bend over like that."

"But what do you mean, Uncle Bob? What's wrong with bending over like this?"

Wendy turned and beat over again, even lower this time, so that the t-shirt hem lifted all the way to the small of her back. She felt her ass cheeks spreading and knew that she was giving her uncle a gorgeous shot of her small, pink, hairless asshole. When she stood up and faced him again, his face was as red as a beet.

"It's because you're exposing yourself, Wendy," Bob repeated, in a more and more nervous voice.

"Golly, Uncle Bob," Wendy said, opening her eyes, pointing shamelessly at his crotch. "IS that why you've got such a big hard-on?"

Bob gasped and stared at the bulging front of his shorts. His huge cock was as hard as iron, pulsing in a lurid trunk of cock flesh through the denim. He obviously had a real whopper. Wendy felt her pussy pulsing as she fell to her knees in front of him, facing his bulging crotch.