Crossing Over From Girl To Woman

Following my divorce I was invited to stay with my uncle and his wife until I got back on my feet. They live in a nice home with all onsuite baths for each bedroom. My three teen girls were treated to life as they had never dreamed. We went from living in a cramped two bedroom apartment to living in the lap of luxury. But we also went from a headless home to a home where the man of the house ran his house, and all the women in it.

The girls were all tested for grade level and put in a private school. Tutors, after school focus, grades became a real thing. To my surprise they adapted easily to my uncle's hand. My senior was overwhelmed, overnight she went all woman around him. My aunt took her shopping for older girl clothes, modestly dressed.

As the days went on her behavior became much more womanly, oozing with sex appeal, and losing modesty in discussions with him. With her on the make I talked with my aunt about her and her recommendation was to let her show her feelings and let his hugs turn her insides out. Better to learn somethings at home, than on the street. I couldn't help looking at my uncle knowing that at his hands my eldest daughter would take her first big girl steps into womanhood.

When her day came, he was gentle but firm. She pranced around in front of her sisters, her new adulthood on the cuff. My aunt asked me to confess to her how my day went, I had to tell her it was shameful, with a boy I didn't know, And hers? I didn't have to ask, she knew exactly how my daughter was feeling, she knew that her g*ft to my daughter would last her a lifetime. All three girls finished growing up there, in that big house with their gruff old uncle.