This story was inspired by a recent conversation with a new LIT friend. I hope she recognizes that, this one's for her.
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Brandon Williams had happily agreed to house-sit .... well,
condo
-sit ... for his sister Victoria this summer. She and her latest paramour, Kelly, were off on a tour of Ireland. Brandon's home didn't have a pool and as it had promised to be a hot summer, this was a bonus. He shut down all but the basic utilities at his own house, packed up Colonel, his cat, and moved happily into his sister's home for the summer months.
He hadn't anticipated any trouble either -- his nieces were all of age, 18-year old Bliss, 19-year old Julee, the twins, Autumn and Tabitha, or "Tabby", as all called her. 4 girls from two failed marriages.
He'd hated the twin's father on sight, his opinion confirmed when the cheesy fucker bailed less than two years after the girls were born, vanishing to never be heard from again. Victoria didn't even talk about him, he was merely "him" or "
that
man", the girls had never known him.
Duncan, her second husband wasn't a bad guy, just -- a dud, about as exciting as a piece of bark. They'd muddled along for 10 years until Victoria decided enough was enough and bailed. Duncan still kept in touch with the girls and his child support was never late.
Victoria went back into her world of Fashion, buying herself a Dress Shoppe and making a nice-enough income to keep everyone provided for. The girls wanted for nothing and their uncle helped whenever he could. With their parents now gone, it was just Brandon, Victoria and the four girls.
Man, it was hot. Blazing hot, and despite his urge to enjoy the pool, Brandon thought he should probably go in and avoid a sunburn.
"Hot enough, Uncle B?" he heard Julee's voice chime. He could hear a clicking sound on the tiles of the poolside patio, Julee was likely wearing heels, she almost always did. The little minx had great legs and a long torso and she loved to accentuate that.
Raven-haired Julee took off her sunglasses and sat down beside her uncle on the deck chairs, handing him a Coke, which he was grateful for. She was beautifully tanned already, home from her first year at College, where she was majoring in Art. She knocked her can of soda to hers and smiled.
"It's a scorcher sweets, that's for sure!" he smiled, her doe eyes looking into his brown-green ones. "Thanks for this, I was thinking of coming in though."
She gave a little mock pout. "Oh don't, come on, stay with me out here, I've just got home and no one's around to keep me company!"
He lay back a bit on the chaise, feeling the sun. "Where are your sisters?"
"Bliss is staying overnight at a friend's, Tabby's at the library doing some research and Autumn's out with her boyfriend at the Mall -- he's getting her some kind of gift to apologize for the fight they had last night."
Brandon nodded, he'd heard about that from Autumn and it'd been a bad one. Autumn had seemingly inherited her mother's bad taste in men.
"Just us two then, huh?" Brandon said, finishing his coke.
"Yep, just us to bake in the sun. Hey, you're going to get burned. Let me put some sunscreen on you!" Julee offered.
That was a sensible idea, so Brandon didn't put up much fuss. Being a pale-skinned Irishman, he burned easily, so as his niece rubbed him all over, he felt the soothing coolness wash over him.
"Man, you've gotten so buff in the last year, Uncle B!" Julee commented.
Since paying off his car and mortgage last year, Brandon had decided to invest in
himself
for the first time in a long while. He'd gotten his teeth straightened and joined a gym and he devoted himself to shaping up. It ached, it hurt, it strained and it wrenched, but he got himself in A-one shape in a bit over a year.
His niece's hands felt great as they moved all over his back, in concentric circles and up and down his legs. He felt himself stirring a bit, but that was normal, it felt good. Then he felt Julee's beautifully-manicured nails down his spine and around his shoulder-blades and
that
felt a bit better than it should. He was a bit twitchy, but he kept his composure.
Julee couldn't get over at her uncle's new physique, he'd always been attractive, but in an older, rumpled, kind-of way. Not anymore. As she massaged the sunscreen into his body, there was no longer a "Spare Tire" or an ounce of fat on him. Lean, taut, virile flesh and she found herself lost in warm, erotic, naughty thoughts.
"Turn over, Uncle B, your front was looking a bit red there!" Julee chirped.
Brandon didn't want to turn over, not in the slightest. As she'd massaged and teased a bit, his cock had become engorged and tumescent, he was near hardness and he had no intention of exposing that to his niece.
"Oh come on Uncle B, you've likely not got anything I haven't seen before!" Julee said encouragingly, although if his dick was a big as the rest of his 6'4" frame, well
maybe
....
Brandon wrestled with his demons, but decided there wasn't much he could do, she was no innocent kid, after all .... not with a body like
that
... and they'd likely laugh it off after some initial embarrassment.
He turned over and he saw Julee's eyes widen. He chuckled nervously and then Julee said something that surprised him, rather than embarrass.
"Uncle B ... migod, you're hung!" she exclaimed.
"Julee!"
"I'm sorry Uncle B, but it's the truth. You've got the biggest fucking cock I've ever seen in my life!"
Her straightforward language took him aback, it wasn't like Julee to swear. He noticed that she hadn't averted her gaze, however.
"Umm Julee ... do you mind ...?"
"What's that, Uncle B?"
