Authors note:



Thanks to blackstallion21 and Nick_Caesar11 for editing and critiquing this piece for me. I hope you enjoy…



Chris stood lost in the throng of people milling around him. It was early June and Miami International Airport was jumping. Families ran here and there, some late for their flights, others desperately trying to locate their belongings amongst the jumbled heaps of luggage on the conveyor belts. The cacophony from overhead speakers spewing flight announcements over the crowd was nearly deafening. He hated the airport, but he didn’t want his niece taking a taxi either.



His mind wandered back a few weeks as he waited. His older sister Michelle had called him wanting to know if her daughter Jessica could stay with him for the summer. She was studying Oceanography at UCLA and it seemed that she would be spending the summer in Florida on some kind of internship and needed a place to crash.



Chris had objected immediately; he hadn’t left California on a high note, and he hadn’t seen or spoken to Jessica since moving to south Florida six years ago. The thought of having to face his niece, and undoubtedly her questions, after all these years terrified him. But ultimately after some cajoling from Michelle, mixed with her threatening him with dismemberment, he had agreed to let her stay.



Growing up, Chris and Jessica had always had a close relationship due to how close in age they were. His two sisters, Michelle and Diana, were both much older than he was. Diana’s two girls were older, and had lived further away in San Francisco. Jessica, however, had been born exactly three years and five days after Chris and grew up only a few blocks away, so they developed a natural bond. Most people mistook them for cousins, and for quite a while that was what they told people. They spent every waking moment together, and when Michelle had gone through her second divorce in three years Jessica had stayed with Chris and his parents for eighteen months.



Through everything, good times and bad, there had always been Chris and Jessica, until Chris had a run in with some lowlife gang bangers. They put him in the hospital, and threatened to kill him if they ever saw his face again. So, as soon as he turned eighteen Chris had moved to Florida for college. Jessica was still a sophomore in high school at the time and they hadn’t seen each other since.



He could still remember riding around their old neighborhood on bicycles, getting into all kinds of innocent trouble. She had always been just ‘one of the guys’.



Now he stood there, scanning the crowd for her familiar face. He didn’t really know what to look for. When he left she had been a shy teenager, visibly uncomfortable in her own skin. She dressed like a tomboy; long brown hair in a perpetual pony tail and thick glasses perched on her nose. She was a girl that put her school life before her social life. Her mother had told him that Jess had been the valedictorian of her class; no surprise there.



A light tap on his shoulder startled him, and as he turned a petite raven haired young woman leapt into his arms, nearly knocking him over.



“Chris!” she squealed with delight.



“Whoa, take it easy,” he said laughing, “You almost bowled me over, girl.”



She planted a kiss directly on his mouth “Thank you soooo much for letting me stay with you!”



“Hey, you know, it’s nothing,” he told his niece as he sat her down.



Chris held her at arms length and took in the view. She looked nothing like the teenager he had last seen four years ago. Jessica had matured more than he could have imagined. She stood about 5’3″, with a very compact, toned body sporting an almost flawless tan. Her hair, dyed black without a ponytail in sight, framed her face, dropping just below her jaw line in a sexy wedge cut. Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled up at her uncle. The nerdy little fifteen year-old tomboy he had last seen had been replaced by a beautiful, energetic young woman. The change was startling, like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. He felt a pang of regret as he looked her over. The missed years weighed on his shoulders heavily.



“Wow, you look incredible. Are all the girls at UCLA as hot as my little niece?”



“Oh please. I can’t compete with the girls in the Land of Silicone,” she gestured at her small perky chest. Chris couldn’t help but laugh.



“Well you look damn good to me.,” her uncle complimented. “I’m going to have to beat my friends off of you with a stick. Come on, let’s get your bags and fight our way out of this madhouse.” He grabbed her hand and led her through the crown to baggage claim.



***



As Chris merged his car onto the highway heading north, he stole another quick glance at his niece. He still couldn’t get over how much she had grown up. She sat against the passenger door, turned slightly toward him with her legs crossed. His eyes wandered over the tanned expanse of her thighs before flicking forward to watch the road again. Jessica was wearing very short, white shorts that hugged her hips and showed lots of leg, and a black top that tied around her neck and had a chrome ring right over her cleavage. That, he noticed, had also grown well, despite her earlier protestations. In high school, she had been flat as a board, but it seemed that she was just a late bloomer. Now she sported a full round B-cup. He kept finding himself glancing back at her as he drove, and forcibly had to tear his eyes away. Meanwhile, Jessica rambled on and on about her flight and her internship. Thankfully she didn’t seem to notice her uncle checking her out.



When they finally arrived at his house, Chris carried Jessica’s luggage up to her room, and left her to unpack and get settled in while he threw some dinner together. Thirty minutes later he was just setting the table when Jessica came down the stairs. She had showered and changed into a pair of tight gym shorts and a white tee that clearly showed she was not wearing a bra.



“You didn’t have to do all this for me,” she said looking at the table. There was steak, baked potatoes, salad and a bottle of red wine spread out for dinner.



“Hey, it’s okay,” Chris assured her as they sat down to eat, “I don’t get to cook for two very often.”



The table looked out a large bay window onto a spacious deck and a white expanse of sand. It was dusk and the waters of the Atlantic were a dark gray, broken only by the white caps of the waves rolling in to the shore. They sat talking and looking out at the beach while they enjoyed their first meal together in six years.



“You have a great view from here,” Jessica complimented, forking the last piece of steak into her mouth.



“Yeah, it’s pretty nice being right on the beach. There are some lounge chairs out on the deck if you want to sunbathe or something and the hot tub is always ready to go. Just make yourself at home. The beach is private, so you don’t have to worry about a bunch of people crowding you.”



“Thanks, I might do that.”



“Want to watch a movie or something?”



“No, I’m beat,” Jessica said. “I’m gonna call mom and let her know I’m all settled in and then hit the hay. I have to be up early to catch a bus to the research center I’ll be working at.” She gathered the few dishes from the table and began rinsing and loading them in the dishwasher.



“You don’t need to ride the bus Jess, you can use my car for the summer,” Chris told his niece.



She looked at him questioningly. “I can? Don’t you need to drive?”



“Yeah, but I still have my truck I had in high school. I’ll drive it.”



She laughed out loud and almost dropped a plate. “That old piece of shit?” she managed to spit out between gales, “It still runs?”



“Hey, yes it still runs, and it’s not a piece of shit anymore,” he said a little defensively.



He must have sounded madder than he thought, because Jessica immediately stopped laughing. “Sorry,” she mumbled.



“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound mad.” He stood up and stepped to her, hugging her tightly. “Forgive me?”



She smiled up at him before returning Chris’ hug. “Sure.”



“Now,” he said, taking the forgotten plate from her hands, “I’ll finish this, you go call your mom and get some sleep. I’ll see you bright and early.” He kissed her quickly on the forehead and released her.



“Ok, g’night,” she said, heading for the stairs. She looked back as she mounted the first riser. “Thanks again for everything.”



Chris watched her climb the stairs until she was out of sight, mesmerized by the soft sway of her hips. He still couldn’t get over how much she had changed.



***



The next morning Jessica was up before the sun like always. Wrapping her robe around her, she stepped out of her room and headed down the hall to the bathroom to begin her morning routine. Halfway there, she stopped dead in her tracks. Chris was walking sleepily toward the stairs from the other end of the hall, rubbing his eyes and yawning.



Chris was a little over six feet tall with a chiseled, muscular body. His chest and abdomen were littered with tattoos, and she saw that his nipples were pierced. What held her attention, though, was further south on his anatomy. Dangling limp and heavy between his legs was the biggest cock and she had ever seen. She stared at him in disbelief, shocked by the sight of her naked uncle and by the heat she felt bloom between her thighs. Her sweet goofy uncle, always kind of shy and a flop with girls in high school, was huge.



Oh my god! she thought. He could kill somebody with that club.



A giggle slipped from her lips before she could stifle it, and Chris jerked his head up. He saw her standing there staring and his face turned a deep, fuming red. He quickly covered himself and dashed down the hall to his room, calling out “Shit! Sorry Jess,” over his shoulder as he went. Jessica was still laughing when she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. She leaned back against the door and laughed until she was almost crying.



When she thought she had herself under control she stepped into the shower. The hot water was refreshing and helped clear her head. What it didn’t help was the dull ache between her legs. She was a little taken aback by what she was feeling, but not surprised. It had been two years since she broke up with her last steady boyfriend. She tried to think of him at the beginning of their relationship as her right hand slipped down her body and found a burning wetness. A soft moan escaped her throat when her fingers slipped inside. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. Her nipples were like shards of glass rising from her breasts. With her free hand she pinched one and a shiver raced down her spine. She stood under the steady spray of water, rubbing her clit in slow deliberate circles and trying without success to push the image of her uncle’s enormous cock out of her mind. Each revolution around the swollen little nub coaxed a weak whimper from her throat. Despite her best efforts, her mind kept returning to Chris. Finally she gave in, vigorously fingering her aching pussy and as she came she was picturing that large piece of meat stretching her pussy over and over again.



When she went downstairs fifteen minutes later, Chris was no where to be found. There was a note on the table, along with a set of keys.



Jess,



Sorry about this morning. Not used to having company. Here’s a key to the car, and a house key. The car has navigation in case you get lost. You have my number, call if you need anything.



Love C.



Her uncle had always ended letters and notes like that. Love C. Smiling she picked up the keys, and headed out to begin her day.



***



Their first week together as roommates was a little awkward as Chris and Jessica felt each other out. Jessica was spending long hours at the lab, and sometimes came home and went straight to bed. As the weekend neared, Chris made it his mission to get his niece out of the house.



“Hey Jess,” he said cheerily as she trudged through the door on Thursday night, looking tired anda little disheveled, “everything okay?”



She discarded her white lab coat and kicked of her shoes.



“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry, everything’s good — just tired.” She yawned as she plopped down on the opposite end of the couch where Chris was sitting. She slipped off her shoes and stretched out on the sofa, already looking sleepy.



“We’ve been logging the movements of Loggerhead turtles all week. Sitting at the computer for ten hours a day and plotting coordinate graphs is just so glamorous. The lab director is an arrogant ass. I corrected one of his correlation equations and he didn’t like it too much.”



“Wow. Do you get the weekends off?”



“Yeah, why?”



“I thought maybe we could go do something Saturday if you wanted. Get you out of this house for a while.” He slid over and began absently massaging Jessica’s feet as he spoke. “If you want.”



“That’d be great.” She smiled at him. “That feels good. My feet are soooo sore.”



He continued rubbing the soles of her feet, venturing up to her toned calves and slender knees. The simple grey skirt she wore, which ended just above her knees when standing, had ridden up, revealing a delightful expanse of tanned thighs. Jessica closed her eyes and laid her head back on the arm of the couch. Before long she was snoring lightly. Chris looked down at the feet he was rubbing, small and slender, with pretty pink painted toenails. The second toe of her right foot was adorned with a familiar metal band.



When she was thirteen, Jessica had wanted one thing for her birthday: a gold heart shaped locket that she bugged her mother for incessantly. When her birthday came and went without the locket appearing, she had been crushed. Chris, hating to see her upset, took every dime he had saved to the department store, intent on buying it for her. He was roughly a hundedhundred and fifty dollars short of the price though. Instead, he bought her the small silver band he was looking at. He spun it around to read the inscription written on it. It read simply:



We will always have each other — Love C



He was amazed that she still had it, and even more amazed to find her still wearing it after all these years.



Jessica stirred. Chris looked up and saw her gazing at him sleepily.



“You still have this.” He nudged the band.



“Of course, why wouldn’t I? It was the best present anyone ever gave me as a kid.” She sat up and wrapped her arms around her uncle. “Whenever I feel sad, or lonely, all I have to do is look at that ring and I start to feel better.”



“Jessica, about…”



“Don’t,” she said interrupting him. She could tell by the look on his face where his mind was heading. “Maybe another time. Maybe never. Right now, I’m tired and going to go to bed. G’night.” She kissed him on the cheek and vanished to her room.



Chris sat there for most of the night thinking about the past; the mistakes he had made, the people he had hurt.



***



Saturday afternoon found them walking down the sidewalk in South Beach, arm in arm, laughing and having a good time, as the south Florida sun baked down on them.



Chris was spouting a hilarious narrative of the people around them, an old game they used to play as kids, when Jessica interrupted him.



“Let’s go in here,” she said, pulling him though an open door. Inside, the buzzing of tattoo machines filled the air. A young woman of maybe twenty was manning a reception desk just inside the door. She was covered in body art and piercings, and looked incredibly hot to Chris. She gave him a dismissive look and turned to Jessica.



“Can I help you?” she asked.



“Do you do piercings here too?”



“Of course, what are you looking for?”



“I want to get my nipples pierced.”



Chris stared slack jawed at his niece “No,” he said flatly.



She shot him a cold, piercing look. “Uh, I’m an adult, remember? Besides how can you tell me no when yours are pierced too?” She motioned to his bare chest. She looked hurt, and a little pissed off.



“It’s not that Jess,” he cautioned, “I think it’s sexy, but you know your mom would kill me for letting you do it while you were staying with me.”



“I’ll tell her I got it while you were at work. Look,” she leveled her gorgeous green eyes at him, “either we do it now, or I go by myself some day after work.”



The receptionist had been watching this exchange with a bored expression. “You can be in there with her if that’s what you’re worried about.”



“Oh he’s definitely coming, right Chris?”



He sighed, finally giving in as he thought of those perky little tits emerging from the confines of her bikini top.



Fifteen minutes later Jessica was topless, lying on a bed in a back room. Chris sat on a stool beside her, holding her hand and stealing sideways glances at her while they waited for the piercer. Jessica’s tits were amazing. The round, firm globes were a crisp brown without a trace of a tan line, topped with small pink nipples. Each looked to be a nice hand full. He wondered absently what they would feel like in his hands, how they would taste under his tongue. Those thoughts led to other thoughts; how her petite body would look as he pulled her skirt off of it, whether she shaved or not.



“Chris?” she said startling him out of his reverie.



“Huh?”



“They’re not going anywhere.” She was smiling at him, eyes sparkling. “And you might want to do something about that.” She motioned to the tented fabric of his shorts.



“Oh! Uh-”



Thankfully the piercer came in at that moment and introduced himself. Chris did his best to hide his erection. With practiced efficiency he had Jessica’s nipples sterilized, marked and clamped in a matter of minutes.



She gripped Chris’ hand tightly as the piercer placed the cannula (This is coming up as being misspelled. Not sure what the word is to change it if I should.) against her skin. Chris was mesmerized by the sight, and the blood was flowing to his groin again as he watched first one then the other nipple get penetrated and adorned with a small stainless ring and bead. In just minutes the ordeal was over, and Jessica was admiring her new jewelry in the full length mirror on the door.



“What do you think?” She turned to Chris and pushed her chest out toward him. “Sexy?”



“Wow, uh, yeah Jess they look hot as hell.”



“Thank you.” She beamed at him. When she leaned over to get her bikini top her freshly accessorized breasts were just inches from his face. Chris was intently studying his feet when she looked again.



“Down boy.” She patted his lap playfully. “Come on, I’m hungry.”



As they were walking out a few minutes later, the receptionist stopped them.



“Can I see?” She asked. She was eyeing Jessica up and down, clearly admiring her in her bikini top and very short denim skirt.



“Sure.” She quickly pulled her top to the side, flashing her fresh additions to the woman.



“Very hot,” she said turning to Chris and dropping a sly wink. “But remember, hands and mouth off for at least two weeks.”



Out on the sidewalk Chris and Jessica looked at each other and burst out laughing.



***



As the next few weeks passed, Chris and Jessica fell into a routine. Chris was always gone by the time she came downstairs in the mornings, and Jessica was always the first home in the afternoon as she got settled in to her research position. She made it a point to have dinner ready every night when he came home. They were quickly picking up the same, easy relationship they had shared as kids, and it made both of them happy.



One Friday about a month after encountering her nude and sleepy uncle in the hall, ‘That Morning’ as Jessica had come to think of it, she met Chris at the door when he came home.



He stopped just inside the door, a dumbfounded look on his face. Jessica was wearing a very short, very tight black mini-dress and heels that laced up her shapely calves almost to her knees. Chris was shocked at how incredibly sexy and grown up she looked.

“Are you just gonna stand there and drool all night or are you going to get dressed?” Jessica asked. She smiled playfully at her uncle, miming irritation by placing her hands on her hips and thrusting them to the side. It only made her look hotter.



Finally Chris tore his eyes away from his niece and looked her in the eyes. “What do you mean ‘get dressed’? Where are we going?”



“I want you to take me out somewhere. I want to see what the night life in Miami is all about,” she said stepping closer to him. She looked up into his face and batted her long eyelashes at him pleadingly. “Puh-lease Uncle Chris?” She pouted in her best innocent little girl voice.



“Okay okay, since you asked so nicely. Let me get a shower.”



“Great!” she squealed and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.



Sometime later the pair walked out of the house into the fading light of another summer sunset.



“So where are you taking me?” Jessica asked curiously.



“There’s a great little bar I go to sometimes down by South Beach. They have live bands every weekend.” Chris told her. “And then I don’t know. Maybe cruise around a little.”



“Sounds great,” Jessica said. She walked toward the car her uncle had let her borrow, an unassuming mid-sized Chrysler, fumbling for the keys in her purse. She stopped when she realized Chris wasn’t following her.



“We’re going to take the ‘piece of shit’ tonight,” Chris said jokingly, as he walked the opposite way to the garage.



Jessica sighed and reluctantly followed him. She remembered all too well the many times that truck had broken down; leaving them stranded somewhere, and of being laughed at because of how many different colors the truck was. When she entered the garage however, she was shocked at what she saw. There was a dark green truck sitting in the center of the two car garage.



No.; Sitting isn’t the right word. She thought to herself. Lying there is more like it.



The truck was low, and long, with the body actually touching the cement floor. Big chrome wheels were buried in the fenders, only half visible. The over head lights gleamed off the paint, making it look as wet and smooth as her own freshly shaven pussy.



“Holy crap!” She exclaimed. “You actually finished it?”



“Yep, just last winter.” Chris beamed. The truck was his pride and joy, and he was happy to see that his niece was impressed. “C’mon. Let’s get going.”



Once inside, the truck lifted from the ground with the push of a button and rumbled to life. Then they were on their way.



***



The bar was packed. Motorcycles lined the sidewalk in front, their chrome gleaming in the lights from the street. People milled about outside and slow, heavy, rock music was pouring through the open doors. As they walked up Jessica clung to her uncle for dear life.



“You hang out here?” She mumbled.



“Yeah, my truck club meets down the road once a month and we usually end up here afterwards. My band has played here a few times also.”



“Band? You’re in a band?” she asked, “Since when do you play an instrument?”



“I’ve been playing since I moved here. My first roommate in college got me turned on to the guitar.”



“Wow, I’m impressed. You’re just full of surprises aren’t you?”



“I’m an enigma honey,” Chris said jokingly as he held the door open for his niece. “Ladies first.”



Jessica stepped past him and he followed her into the smoky gloom of the bar.



Everyone seemed to know her uncle. Just moments after they walked in a blonde waitress with gigantic fake tits came up to Chris with a large iced drink.



“Hey sexy.” She handed him the glass. “Double Captain & Coke, just how you like it.” She eyed Jessica clutching at his side. “Who’s the hottie?”



“This is Jessica. Jessica, meet Cheryl.”



“Whatcha havin sweetie?”



“Jim Beam, straight,” Jessica said sheepishly.



Chris and Cheryl both eyed her warily but said nothing.



Once they both had a drink in their hands, Chris led her around the bar, stopping at what seemed like every other table to talk to someone, always introducing her as just ‘Jessica’, never ‘my niece Jessica’. Eventually they landed at a table in the corner with a group of large, loud, hairy bikers. There wasn’t much room, so Jessica sat on her uncle’s lap. As the night wore on and the alcohol did its magic she loosened up, even venturing out on the dance floor with Chris several times.



Sometime around closing time Chris disappeared. She scanned the crown and spotted him over near the stage, talking to the lead singer of the band that had been playing all night. After several moments the band mounted the stage again with Chris following. He picked up a guitar and stepped to the mike, clearing his throat.



“Charlie here has been gracious enough to let me borrow his guitar,” he said motioning to the singer, “and we’ve got one more for you folks. This one goes out to Jessica. I’m so glad to have you back in my life.”



After a brief pause he fell into a rendition of her favorite song as a teenager, “Sweet Child O’ Mine.” Jessica beamed.



***



It was 3 am Saturday morning when Chris finally pulled the truck back into the garage. Jessica was slumped against the passenger door, snoring lightly. She was very drunk, and had passed out as soon as they got in the truck. He carefully extracted her and carried her into the house. As he laid her on the bed, Jessica began to stir, mumbling something incoherent.



“What Jess?” he asked softly.



“Hot,” she mumbled. “Help…me. Undress.”



He stood there, looking at her for a moment as she fumbled with the top of the dress, trying to push it down. Her hands eventually fell away and she just stared at him. Taking a deep breath, Chris began to pull the dress down. As he tugged it lower, Jessica’s firm little tits popped out in their entire bra-less glory. The rings through her nipples seemed to glow in the low light. Chris tried not to look. He was sweating, and realized that he was holding his breath. Jessica was watching him sleepily, smiling softly up at him. He pulled the dress down and over the mound of her ass, lifting her slightly as he did so, and down her legs. Next he quickly unlaced her heels and tossed them in the corner.



As he stood to leave, Jessica called to him again, a little more clearly this time. “Don’t. Stay with me; for a little bit. Please?”



Chris stood in the doorway looking at his niece, naked except for a pair of lacy black panties. She looked at him, pleading with her eyes, begging him to stay.



“Okay. But just until you get back to sleep,” he said, giving in. He kicked off his shoes and climbed in beside her. Jessica quickly rolled over; putting her head on his shoulder she pressed her body close to Chris and closed her eyes.



“Thank you,” she mumbled, already drifting off to sleep.



Time seemed to stand still. Chris was painfully aware of his niece’s supple body pressing tightly to him. Her bare breasts were against his ribs, the nipples stiffening from the friction of their combined breathing and the cool, conditioned air of the bedroom. One gorgeous leg was thrown across him nonchalantly. He couldn’t help thinking how hot she looked, how extremely sexy his little niece had become. These thoughts followed him down into a deep, dreamless sleep.



***



Strong, bright light filtered in through the open blinds and fell on his closed eyelids. Chris wiped sleep from his eyes and glanced at the clock beside the bed. It read 10:42. His head was pounding, his mouth was dry and he had to pee. Some time in the night he must have gotten hot, because he had stripped his clothes off, and was now only wearing his boxers, which he noted, were tented from his morning erection. He looked down to see Jessica gazing up at him with a sleepy smile on her face. She was still naked and clinging to him.



“Morning.” she said.



“H-hi.”



Jessica looked down at his towering erection, then back up to her uncle. “Do you have a permit for that weapon?”



“Uh sorry, I, uh,” Chris stammered.



“S’okay Chris. It’s not the first time I’ve seen morning wood. Maybe not that big,” she said glancing back down to his erection. “But anyway, thank you for last night. For everything; taking me out, helping me to bed, holding me.”



“Anything for my little nerd,” Chris joked, recalling his old endearment for his niece.



Jessica smacked his chest playfully. “Hey, if you haven’t noticed, I’m not a little nerd anymore.”



“Okay, okay, my sexy little nerd. Better?”



“Much!” she exclaimed and pecked her uncle on the cheek. She climbed over him and off the bed. As she did her tight little buns brushed his still substantial erection sending a shiver up his spine. She scooped up his discarded button-up shirt and slipped it on as she walked out the door.



“I’m hungry, want some breakfast?” she asked over her shoulder.



“Sure, I’ll be right there,” he called after her.



He got up and detoured to the bathroom before making his way to the kitchen. He peed, and then stood in front of the sink, splashing water in his face and willing his cock to shrink. After two full minutes it was obvious that it wasn’t going anywhere without some help.



“Fuck it,” he mumbled, grabbing his cock and closing his eyes.



The only image he could conjure as he stroked his long, thick tool was of his beautiful niece, lying nearly naked on her borrowed bed asking him to lay with her for a while. His mind’s eye scanned her petite form; drifting over the soft mounds of her breasts, down across the flat expanse of her stomach with its softly gleaming jewel at her navel, lingering on the black lace covered intersection of her thighs. He heard her whisper to him, ‘Take me’, and watched as his hands slowly slid her panties down her legs. Those beautiful legs parted for him, inviting him into their embrace. As they wrapped around his torso he felt the tip of his manhood touch soft, hot, wet flesh. He looked down into Jessica’s eyes as that tender slit opened for him and he slowly sank into her. It was too much for him to bear and his cock immediately twitched in his hand, his orgasm rushing up from his balls and painting the counter with thick globs of cum.



In the kitchen, Jessica was standing at the stove, still wearing just his dark plum dress shirt and her black lace panties when Chris finally reappeared. The smell of sausage frying filled the room.



What am I doing? He thought, standing in the doorway and watching as she bent to pull a pan from under the counter and flashed that gorgeous ass at him again. She’s my niece for Christ’s sake!



Knowing that still wasn’t helping ebb the flow of blood already filling his penis again. He cleared his throat and sat down at the bar, desperately trying to look anywhere except at his niece.



“Hey, you’re just in time,” Jessica said cheerfully. She was scooping scrambled eggs and sausage onto two plates which she sat on the bar. She climbed up in the stool next to him and they dug in.



“Who’s Brian?” Jessica asked between a mouthful of sausage and a swig of orange juice.



“Huh?” The question caught Chris off guard.



“Brian? Who is he? Your phone was on the counter vibrating when I came in here. He sent you a text.”



“Oh, Brian, he’s the drummer from our band. I pointed him out to you as he was leaving last night. Big, bald guy, looks like he should be in the Hell’s Angel’s or something. What did he want?”



“He said he was sorry he couldn’t chill last night. And he was asking who the new little sex kitten was that you were with,” she said with an evil grin.



“That sounds like Brian alright. I’ll text him later.”



“Well I’m going to go enjoy your fabulous beach for a few hours. Care to join me?”



“Sure, I could go for a swim.”



“Kay. I’m going to go change,” she bounded up the stairs, his shirt trailing behind her like a cape.



After she was gone he picked up his phone and read Brian’s message for himself.



Hey bro sorry I couldn’t chill last night. Had business to take care of if you know what I mean. Who was the hottie with you? I hope you took care of her business lol. L8.



As he was about to respond, a new message from Brian came in.



Right on! She is smoking hot! Good catch!



“What the fuck is he talking about?” Chris mumbled to himself. He checked his sent messages and found the answer quickly enough in the form of a picture message. The picture was of Jessica in just her panties and his shirt, unbuttoned and barely covering her perky little breasts, standing in his kitchen. It was accompanied by the caption ‘this girl?’



He shook his head in bewilderment wondering how he was going to explain this one.



***



Chris was standing on the deck, looking out at the rolling waves when his niece finally joined him wearing a skimpy orange bikini that left little to the imagination.



“Look at you all buff and tan, Mr. Beach Bum,” she said as she eyed him up and down. “What did you do with the scrawny kid I used to call my councle?”



“I kicked his ass into the same corner you sent that nerdy little tom-boy you used to be,” Chris joked back. “I still can’t believe I let you call me your councle.”



“You know you liked it. Come on, I want to get wet.” She gave him a sultry look and bounded for the water.



The waves crashed around them as they waded out into the ocean. They spent the next two hours swimming and playing like two kids on their first beach visit. Once the afternoon got hot, they retired to the shade of the deck and sat watching the waves and drinking frozen margaritas.



“This really is a beautiful place you’ve got here Chris. I love it. It’s so different from L.A.”



“Yeah it’s like night and day. Kinda like we are, from the kids we used to be,; I mean.”



“Good point,” Jessica agreed, sipping her melting drink. “I never would have suspected to come here and find a buff, tatted up rock guitarist had taken over my uncle’s life.”



“Yeah and I was expecting a nerdy little good girl to get off that plane from LAX, not the gorgeous little vixen that sends half naked pictures of herself to my band mates,” he said, smiling. Jessica blushed.



They were sprawled out on either side of the large triple-wide lounger on the deck. Jessica scooted next to him, laying her head on his chest and looking up at him. “Are you mad?”



“Mad? Why would I be mad? It’ll be interesting explaining why my niece was half naked wearing my shirt in the kitchen, but it’s funny too. I like giving B a hard time. Besides, who could stay mad at such a pretty face?”



“Thank you,” she whispered softly.



They sat in silence for a while, Chris rubbing his nieces’ back while she traced random patterns across the muscles and tattoos on his chest and stomach. It didn’t take long for Jessica to notice the pronounced bulge forming in his trunks, despite Chris’ meager attempt to hide it with his free arm.



“Why haven’t I seen any women come around since I’ve been staying with you?” She asked. “Mom made it seem like you, how did she put it, ‘really get around’.”



He chuckled. “She said that?




“Yeah…”



“Interesting;” He laughed again.



“So, you didn’t answer my question.”



“Well for starters I don’t ‘get around’. My last girlfriend lived with me for almost a year, but we broke up about eight months ago,” he explained.



“And you haven’t found someone else yet?” She was drawing slow random circles on his smooth chest and looking up at him with those amazing emerald eyes. The combination was exquisite torture and Chris could feel more blood flowing into his groin.



“I’ve had a couple dates, but nothing serious. And I didn’t want to be a bad influence on my innocent little niece, so I cleaned up all the coke and gave the hookers the summer off,” he said with a straight face. Jessica looked at him for a moment, stunned, and then they both cracked up laughing.



When they had themselves under control again, Jessica asked, “So that’s why this thing has been making such frequent appearances huh?” She gently nudged his bulging swim trunks with her knee. “No action to keep it subdued.”



“Sorry about that.” Chris flushed a deep red. Desperate to derail this particular train of conversation, he added, “What about you? I never hear you on the phone with a boyfriend back home. You can’t tell me an amazingly hot college coed like you doesn’t have a guy.”



“I most certainly can tell you that. No boyfriend for me for going on two years. The last guy was okay until he wanted something that I wasn’t ready to give him.” Jessica explained.



Chris sat thinking. After a moment it dawned on him. “Oh. Oooh, you mean, you’re still…”



“A virgin?” She finished for him, laughing. “No I’m definitely not a virgin.” Chris was silent. “God I just made myself sound like a slut. I’ve only slept with one guy, my last boyfriend Tom. But as my roommate said, we went at it like rabbits.”



Chris could feel the flush rising in her cheek pressed against his chest. She wasn’t looking at him now, just staring at his chest and still tracing random patterns on his skin. He was acutely aware of Jessica’s slender body pressing against him and despite his best efforts his cock was steadily swelling.



“Well what was it that he wanted?” he questioned. Possibilities filled his mind. He pictured his little niece lying naked on a bed, a man standing in front of her, pressuring her to take his penis into her mouth. That had to be it. “Oral?” He blurted out.



Jessica chuckled and the flush in her face deepened. “No, giving head isn’t a problem. I actually kinda enjoy it. He wanted something a little dirtier than my mouth, and a little lower.”



She stopped, letting her words sink in. She couldn’t believe she was sharing explicit details of her sex life with her uncle. Even more than that, she couldn’t believe the effect it was having on him; or her for that matter. Seeing the thick log of his hardness straining the fabric of his swim trunks was making her hot. Her bathing suit bottoms were soaking wet, and not from the ocean. Every time Chris breathed her top rubbed against the hard nubs of her nipples, extra sensitive from the piercings, and sending little shivers of delight down her spine. Chris was looking down at her questioningly. She could see in his face that he knew the answer but was reluctant to say the words.



With a sigh she said it for him. “He wanted to fuck me in the ass.”



Chris couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping as his niece buried her face in his chest.



“What’s so funny?” Jessica demanded.



“S-s-sorry. I just, it’s funny hearing my little niece talk like that,” he said through fits of laughter. “The girl that used to turn so red it looked like she was going to explode when she said even the most mundane curse word.”



She looked up at him and he could see that he had hurt her feelings. Her eyes were large and wet, and it looked like she was about to cry.



“Hey, Jess, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh at you,” he kissed her forehead and hugged her.



“It’s okay; a lot of things have changed since you left.” She fell silent.



After a few moments Chris asked, “So is that why you broke up with him, because he wanted anal sex?”



Jessica didn’t immediately answer him. He was beginning to think she hadn’t heard him when she said, “No. I broke up with him because he tried to rape me.”



Chris sat up with a jolt. “He did what?”



She turned her back to him, sitting on the edge of the lounge chair with her head in her hands. “Fix me a drink, please? Something strong; and then I’ll tell you everything.”



“Okay,” he said and disappeared into the house.



He came out a few minutes later with a pitcher of Mai Tai’s and two large glasses. Jessica wasn’t in the lounger any longer. He looked around and saw her head peaking out of the frothy water of the hot tub.



“There you are.” Chris poured them both a drink and climbed into the water with her. Jessica downed her drink in a series of large gulps and held her glass out for a refill.

“Wow girl, slow down. I made these extra strong,” he cautioned as he filled her waiting glass. “Listen, you don’t have to do this.”



“No, I do,” she interrupted. “I’ve never told anyone about it. Not my mom, not even Cindy, my best friend.”



She was sitting opposite of him in the hot tub, looking small and pale, in sharp contrast to the confident, sexy young woman he had awoke to.



Jessica took another long pull from her cocktail and continued. “We were leaving a frat party on St. Patty’s day. This was about three weeks after he first asked me to let him put it in my ass…”



They sat in the hot tub as she recounted the traumatic experience to her uncle. As the words slipped out of her mouth’ she seemed to shrink into her self, and he could see the shy, nerdy little girl he had last known. The water rolled around them, the alcohol flowed steadily, and Chris’ anger steadily grew.



“… I managed to grab his balls and squeeze as hard as I could until I heard a nasty pop. That got him off of me and I slammed his head into the steering wheel. After that I ran. I ran straight back to my dorm. Tom showed up the next morning limping with a broken nose. I met him at the door with a butcher knife and told him that if he ever came near me again I would cut his dick off. And that was that.” She drained her glass again and held it out to her uncle.



“Sorry hon, we’re out.” He held up the empty pitcher. “Wow Jess, I don’t know what to say. I’m sorry you had to go through that. Why didn’t you tell anyone? You could have called the cops.”



“There’s only one person I could have told,” She said leveling her gaze at Chris, “but he thought it would be a good idea to move to Florida without even saying goodbye.”



Chris was dumbfounded. He looked down at the water for several seconds.



“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “I should have been there for you.” Now it was his turn to flush with embarrassment.



“Why didn’t you at least call me before you left California?” Jessica pleaded. The pain in her voice was unmistakable.



“I don’t know. I guess because it was easier for me. You were my best friend Jess. It hurt like hell to leave, but I had to get out of L.A, you know that. I thought that if I had to tell you that I would change my mind. I’m sorry.”



“I wouldn’t come out of my room for two days after my mom told me,” Jessica said. She was crying now. “I tried calling you but you never answered. That hurt more than anything else. I can’t count how many times I picked up the phone to call you after what Tom did, but every time I would remember calling when you left. Three rings and ‘Leave a message’. I couldn’t stand to hear that again.”



Chris slid around and slipped his arm around her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”



“Promise me you’ll never leave me like that again,” she said softly. He squeezed her tightly and kissed the top of her head.



“I promise.”



He felt her relax, and she slipped her arms around his waist. They sat there for a while in silence, simply enjoying the hot water and each others’ company. Before long Jessica was snoring lightly, the alcohol finally getting the best of her. Chris carefully lifted her and carried her upstairs to her room. He dried her as best he could before slipping her into bed. Before turning out the light he looked back, admiring her as she slept. The hurt he had seen in her pretty little face was burned into his memory. He turned out the light and trudged to his own room, trailing his guilt with him.



***



The crash of thunder jerked Jessica from her troubled sleep. It was pitch black in her room except for the frequent flashes of lightning from outside. She sat up and looked at the clock through blurry eyes. It was two in the morning. Her head was spinning and she had to steady herself as she stood. Thunder boomed again, loud enough to rattle the window in its frame and making her cringe. She had to pee. She stumbled toward the door, stripping her still damp bikini off as she went.



She was making her way back to her room, past Chris’ door when lightning struck nearby with a deafening crash making her scream. Chris stirred in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent, and Jessica stopped. Instead of returning to her room, she crept into Chris’ and slipped silently into bed beside him. She was almost instantly asleep. Outside the storm continued to terrorize the night.



***



The first thing Jessica noticed when she opened her eyes was how gloomy the room looked. The light falling through the open blinds had a grey, muted quality that she associated with early mornings, just before dawn. The steady sound of rain beat down on the roof above her. She slowly began to realize several things. First was that she was not in her own bed. She remembered being woken up by the storm, but beyond that the night was fuzzy at best. The second thing she noticed was that she was naked. And finally, that she was not alone. Strong, muscular arms were holding her tight. She recognized them as Chris’ arms. His body was pressed close to hers, spooning with her in the center of his king sized bed. She could feel the weight of his considerable package nestled in the cleft of her ass and realized that her uncle was also naked. She shifted her body slightly and Chris mumbled something. Against her bare ass, his cock twitched. A familiar heat was spreading between her thighs, and she shifted again, squeezing her legs together. The feeling was exquisite. Her hand slid down her tummy and began to lightly massage her clit. She pressed her ass back against Chris’ cock and felt it twitch again, harder this time.



She was slowly grinding herself against him, feeling his body react out of instinct. The soft lump against her ass began to thicken and grow. She pinched the swollen bud of her clit and had to stifle a moan. She was close, so close. Chris was now fully erect, his cock a rock hard pillar of heat against her bottom. She flexed her ass, gripping the shaft with her cheeks while her finger played a song of desire on her clit. She felt Chris stir again as her orgasm ripped through her, causing her to tremble all over. She bit into her arm fiercely for fear of waking him up.



“Jess?” Chris asked sleepily. “What are you doing in here?”



“I don’t know. I guess the storm scared me.” She was out of breath and her voice was shaking.



“You okay?” he asked, sounding more awake now. “You were shaking in your sleep. Having a bad dream?” He seemed unaware yet that his hard penis was still trapped between his niece’s tight little ass cheeks.



“Yeah, I uh, I guess.”



He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at her. “Listen. About last night, I’m sorry.”



“Stop,” she said sharply. “That was last night. It’s over, in the past. Just hold me.” She nuzzled herself back against him. “And don’t kill me with that thing.”



“Oh shit! I’m sorry Jess.” He exclaimed, finally realizing his aroused state. He tried to pull away from her.



“Don’t, it’s'okay,” she said sleepily. “Hold me.” After a moment she felt Chris’ arm wrap around her again and pull her close as she drifted off to sleep again.



Chris lay beside his niece, painfully aware of her nubile body pressing against him. His cock was a hot iron, pounding with its own steady heartbeat against the soft, smooth mound of Jessica’s ass. He couldn’t believe he was lying naked in bed with her. Every nerve in his body was on fire. He looked down at her pretty, sleeping face, letting his eyes travel south over the landscape of her body. Finally he closed his eyes and by pure force of will he was able to push all thought from his mind and drift off to sleep an hour later.



He awoke later, alone in his bed. He felt the empty sheet next to him. It was still warm. He sat up and looked around, but Jessica was gone. Outside it was still raining. He pulled on some shorts and wandered downstairs looking for his niece. She was in the living room, curled up on the couch in one of his old college sweatshirts.



“Hey you,” she said cheerfully, patting the leather sofa next to her. Chris plopped down beside her and she promptly nuzzled up to his side, slipping under his arm. “Did you sleep well?”



“As well as I could,” he chuckled “considering the circumstances.”



“‘Considering the circumstances’?”



“Yeah, you know, sleeping next to my very naked and very sexy niece.”



“Oh. Well how do you think I felt, with that enormous thing poking me?” She joked, patting his crotch. “I’ve got to be honest Chris, that has got to be the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. I bet the coke whores you usually have around love it.”



“You’re a dork.” He laughed.



They sat in silence for a while, watching the rain fall out on the beach. Finally Jessica said, “Chris, I have a confession to make.”



“Okay.”



“This morning, when you woke up, I wasn’t dreaming. I was, ah, having an, ah, orgasm.”



“Huh?” He was shocked.



“I woke up and you were holding me, and I felt all safe and warm. Your dick was against my ass, and, I don’t know, I just started touching myself. When I felt you getting hard I couldn’t help it, I had to finish.”



“And then you fell back to sleep. And I laid there for almost an hour feeling like the biggest pervert in the world for having a hard-on in bed with my niece.” He finished for her.



“Are you mad?” She asked. Her eyes were pleading, hopeful, as she looked up at him.



“Mad for what, the blue balls, or being used as a sex toy?” he said, smiling.



“Sorry about that.” Jessica giggled. “And it looks like it’s happening again.” She motioned to Chris’ crotch, where a noticeable bulge was forming. “Do you need to take care of that?”



“Dammit girl, you’re gonna cause permanent damage or something,” he started to get up and she pushed him back onto the couch.



“Don’t go. I want to see it.”



“What?” He sounded alarmed.



“I want to see it,” she said again flatly, “for comparison purposes.”



“I don’t know Jess.”



“Come on, don’t be a pussy.”



He eyed her with a cynical grin. “I’m a pussy huh?”



“You are if you won’t show your dick to a half naked girl when she asks to see it.” She shot him her “I-double-dog-dare-you” look he knew so well from their childhood.



“Fine.” Chris quickly pulled his shorts down his thighs, letting his throbbing member pop free. It stood at full attention in the muted light.



“God it’s even bigger than I thought.” Jessica gasped as Chris slid one hand down the thick, veined shaft. He was completely shaved, with a small stainless steel ring through the skin at the very base where it met his ball sack.



“Well?” He asked. He was looking at her intently, slowly sliding his hand up and down the length of his penis. “How does it compare?”



“I thought Tom was big but you make him look like a twelve year old boy.”



“Thanks, I guess. Now can I go take care of this?” he asked, starting to stand again.



Again she stopped him by pushing him back. “No. Do it here, I want to watch.”



He stared at her, trying to read her face. “Jessica, why are you doing this?”



“I owe you. I used you this morning, now it’s your turn,” she said pertly. She grabbed the bottom of his old sweatshirt and peeled it off over her head, revealing that gorgeously tight body again, with no bra or panties to be found. She stretched out on the couch with her head on the arm, one leg slightly bent to give him a clear view of her pretty pink pussy.



There was no way Chris could resist. He started stroking his thick tool in long, slow motions, sliding up and over the head, twisting, and slipping back down to the base, each pass over the tip spreading pre-cum and lubing the way. Jessica was watching him, eyes locked on his motions. One hand slid between her legs, gently stroking up and down her slit.



She looked up and saw him watching her and smiled. “See, it’s not so bad, is it?”



Chris didn’t answer, just continued looking into her eyes while his hand worked his cock, speeding up a little with every stroke. She sat up and moved closer to her uncle, never taking her eyes off of his.



“Can I touch it?” She whispered in the cup of his ear. Her breath sent chills down his back. She didn’t wait for an answer. She simply reached down and gripped his cock with a hand that was unable to close around its girth. His breath caught in his throat as she took over, slowly slipping her hand over his shaft.



“God Jess.” Chris panted.



“Touch me,” she demanded in his ear.



He immediately wrapped his arm around her, sliding his hand down her back, over the gentle curve of her ass until his fingers felt the hot wetness at her center. He pushed two fingers into her silky folds and she gasped in his ear.



Her grip on his cock tightened.



“Ohhh,” she moaned. “This is so wrong.” She nibbled on his ear lobe. “But it feels sooo good.



She pushed her hips back against his hand, urging his probing fingers deeper. “Do I have a nice pussy?”



“It’s amazing Jess. So wet.”



“Mmhhmm. I haven’t been fucked in so long. Seeing you stroking this beautiful cock got me all hot and bothered.”



“Ohh it’s so nice.”



“Will you fuck me Chris? Will shove this big, fat, monster of a cock into your niece’s tight little pussy?” She begged, accentuating each adjective with a hard, sharp stroke of his manhood.



“God,” Chris growled through clenched teeth. “You’re such a dirty little girl aren’t you?”



“I’ll show you dirty,” she whispered.



She slid to her knees in front of the couch and gripped his cock by the base. She rubbed the length of him across her face, sticking her tongue out with each pass. Looking up at him, she leaned in and slid her tongue across his smoothly shaved balls, sucking each of the heavy orbs into her mouth with a pop. Her hand worked the swollen head, twisting and turning there as her tongue danced along the bottom of his shaft.



When she reached the tip she let it rest on the warm, wet bed of her tongue, never breaking eye contact. Her lips slowly closed around him and she sucked him into her mouth. Her tongue twirled around the head and she resumed stroking his cock as she bobbed down onto him, lower and lower with each motion. She had to stop twice to rest before she finally felt the tip of her nose touch his skin. She held his enormous cock in her mouth as long as she could, her throat flexing around the intrusion blocking it. Finally she slid off of him, gasping for air. Thick ropes of saliva coated his cock and Jessica’s chin.



Slowly, she climbed into Chris’ lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He looked up into her emerald eyes. She bent and their lips met, parting slightly to allow their tongues to explore. The kiss was long, and wet, and easily the best kiss of her life.



“Let’s see if I can fit this bad boy in my pussy,” she panted into his mouth.



Reaching behind her she gripped his meat and guided the tip to her opening. Her eyes rolled to whites as the head of his prick pushed inside of her, stretching her lips. She ground her hips, slowly working him inside of her. Inch by inch she lowered herself onto him until her uncle’s cock was buried to the hilt inside of her.



For Chris, the feeling was like no other. Her pussy was tight, straining around his girth and wrapping him in a velvety vice. The silky smooth wetness of her coated his throbbing pole. Jessica’s head was on his shoulder, and she was breathing heavily. He shifted slightly underneath her and her pussy clamped down even tighter, trembling around his shaft. A low moan emanated from her and her body shook as an intense orgasm rocketed through her.



“Slow,” she whispered softly after her peak had subsided. She began to slide on him, slow and shallow at first, each time letting him slip further out of her and then sliding back down until their bodies touched. It didn’t take long for her body to accept him and adjust, and soon she was bouncing on his cock, calling his name over and over.



“Ohhhh Chris! Fuck me! Fuck your dirty little slut niece!”



“Your pussy is so fucking tight!”



“Stretch it out for me!” she moaned.



She grabbed her firm little tits and shoved them in her uncle’s face. “Bite my nipples.”



She cried out loudly as his mouth clamped down on one of the stony nubs.



“Lay me down Chris. I want to feel you on top of me, filling me up with that big dick.”



He grabbed her ass and spun to the right, laying her down on the cool leather of the sofa. Jessica’s legs locked around his waist and then he was pushing into her again, feeling her pussy open up for him. Her perky little tits bounced and swayed with each thrust. Before long her body was trembling beneath him again as she came hard, her already dripping pussy drenching him. It was too much for Chris to bear. He pulled out of her tight little furnace at the last moment, and sprayed her stomach with cum. A thick glob landed squarely on her right nipple, and he watched in amazement as Jessica scooped it into her mouth with her index finger.



“Mmmm,” she purred, pulling him down on top of her. “That was amazing Chris. Thank you.” They kissed, slowly and deeply like two long time lovers, while the rain continued to fall outside.



***



Later that evening, Chris came down stairs and found Jessica looking out the French doors at the receding storm. In the failing light of dusk the sky was an angry purple over the Atlantic, like a deep bruise. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her small waist and kissing her neck.



“Mmmm hey.” She purred.



“Hey.”



“Storm’s finally over,” she observed.



“Yeah,” he agreed, “you hungry?”



“A little, want me to cook something?”



“I was thinking we could go out, if you wanted to.”



She turned and looked at him with a mischievous little half-smile. “Are you asking me out on a date?”



“If you want it to be,” he said quietly.



“That would be nice. I’ll be ready in half an hour. Don’t be late,” she teased, and disappeared.



Chris paused, looking out at the ocean. A jumble of thoughts and emotions weighed on his mind. In the distance, lightning danced in the clouds. His mind he replayed the morning’s events. He knew what they had done was wrong, but it felt so right to him. Aside from the immense physical pleasure his nieces’ tight little twat had given him, it was the first time he had felt a real intimate connection with a woman in bed. All of the women he had been with over the years had really been nothing more than a warm place to stick his dick, he realized.



Upstairs, Jessica stepped into the steamy shower with similar thoughts on her mind. The way she felt when Chris touched her, when he wrapped his arms around her, was foreign yet familiar. She felt safe, protected, wanted, like she had when they were kids. Except now there was an electric edge to the feeling, one that lit the nerves in her most sensitive places on fire. Even now, trying to analyze the situation objectively, she couldn’t stop the warm wetness from spreading. Tentatively she touched her self and shivered.



Oh Chris. She thought. Touch me.



Her fingers parted her lips and dove into the wetness of her pussy. The hot water cascaded over her body. A moan escaped her lips as she flicked the swollen bud of her clit. She leaned back against the tiles of the shower and let her fingers work their magic. With a sudden jerk her orgasm raged through her. Her fingers were drenched in a torent of silky fluid as she called out her uncle’s name over and over.



Forty-five minutes later, she came down stairs to find Chris sitting at the bar talking on his phone. He was wearing a dark pair of jeans, a black long sleeve button up shirt with rolled cuffs, and looking incredibly handsome.



“…yeah you got it man. Uh-huh. Awesome, see you then,” Chris said, ending the call. He glanced up and saw Jessica standing in the doorway and his face lit up.



“Wow Jess, you look gorgeous,” he complimented. She was wearing a short black strapless dress that showed lots of tanned, toned leg and black stiletto heels. Just a touch of makeup highlighted her enchanting eyes and little pouting lips. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips lightly.

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