A wedding present

Ah, wonderful memories. This is the picture I took of my 16-year old niece at a relative's wedding. I'd seen her muttering furtively with one of her cousins and I noticed something being passed to her. Clearly something illicit was going on. So when she left the building and crept off to a secluded spot elsewhere on the grounds of the wedding venue, I knew she was up to something naughty and decided to follow her.

I caught her lighting and taking a few puffs on a joint. I watched for a minute or so from where I was hidden then announced my presence by loudly clearing my throat. She chucked the joint away, but not before I'd seen it clearly. I also saw where it landed, so I could see that it would be easy enough to retrieve it if need be.

I snapped this photo as she was staring defiantly at me and trying not to look worried. I'd just told her that of course I had to tell my brother (her dad) that I'd found her smoking weed. This was a fearsome prospect for her. My brother is a police officer and would be bound to be both horrified and furious. I wondered aloud about for long she would be grounded. I enjoyed her discomfort as I said I didn't want to tell her dad what I'd seen but that I felt I had to.

"I have to be loyal to my brother, after all."

"Please don't tell him, uncle Jack. He'll go mental."

"I feel I have to. I'd have to have a very good reason not to."

"Like what?"

"Like if you did something nice for me."

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking alarmed and perhaps beginning to guess at the direction the conversation was going to take. 

"Spend one night with me and do whatever you're told to do".

"Oh my God! You mean have sex with you?"

"Yes. Many times. You'll serve me as my little fuck toy for one night."

"You can't be serious!"

"I'm deadly serious. You smell of weed and I can pick up that joint and march you to your father right now. All the evidence is there should you choose to deny what you've done. Imagine the scene it'll cause."

"But you're my uncle! You're like fifty years old! It's sick."

"I'm not going to argue with you, girl. Decide now. One night with uncle Jack or months grounded and all your privileges taken away by your furious father."

"Oh my God," she wailed, tears in her eyes. "I don't really have any choice."

"Good girl," I replied, showing her the picture on my mobile phone. She could clearly be seen smoking the joint.

I gave her the details of where she was to meet me and instructed her to bring the white dress and pink shoes she was wearing to the wedding. "I want you exactly as you are now, my little niece." She scampered away crying and I looked forward to a wonderful treat in just a few days' time.