John Schmidt stared lifelessly at the kitchen counter. He had just woken up and his coffee was being prepared. Needless to say, he wasn't exactly awake and in the best of moods. Just as he was filling up his old, chipped coffee mug, his nineteen-year-old niece, Jami, bounded down the stairs, her young, perky breasts jiggling uncontrollably. As she took a seat at the table and flashed a radiant smile at her uncle, his seemingly asleep cock sprung to life and stuck upright the same way it had the day before at the pool, as he watched Jami apply sunscreen all over her luscious body. Trying his best to conceal his hard-on, John smiled back. Jami stood up and leaned forward on the counter, kicking one foot up in the air.
"Do you have to go to work today, Uncle John?"
John gulped as his eyes crawled all over his niece's body. She had on a spaghetti-string tank-top with no bra, and her nipples poked through the thin fabric rather obviously. Her straight, blonde hair was tied back in a flowing ponytail, and her dazzling green eyes sparkled in the morning sunshine. To top it all off, she had worn John's favorite skimpy short shorts with the words "Juicy" on the butt. It had taken John a while to reply.
"Uh, no; I have Tuesdays off."
She grinned and bounced up and down.
"Yay! Now we can go to the mall!"
John frowned and rubbed his stubbly chin.
"We can go to the mall for what?"
Jami rolled her eyes and tugged down at her sexy, pink tank top, pulling it closer to her chest and jutting out her stiff nipples even further. John swallowed hard, his dick becoming harder.
"Look at this top! It's falling apart. I need some new clothes and I'm out of money."
She glanced down at his shorts.
"Looks like you could use some new clothes too, Uncle John."
Jami seemed to have noticed his boner when she looked at his shorts and peeked back down at his crotch again. She grinned seductively and walked away, shouting from the hallway.
"I'll be in the car!"
It was a few hours later that John and Jami were strolling down the virtually empty walkways of the local shopping mall. They had stopped in a few stores, and Jami had thumbed through the racks again and again, not seeming to find anything that she liked. Finally, she told him that she was looking to get something "different" and he'd just have to wait and see what she was hinting at.
John got the message as soon as Jami jerked his arm toward Victoria's Secret. He tried to protest, but he couldn't get any words out, as the woman outside the store had just doused him with an extremely strong perfume sample. Jami grinned and pulled him to the very back of store, where the dressing rooms were located. She sat him down in a nearby armchair and hastily snatched a few bras and several pairs of panties before dashing into the room and slamming the door. John was hesitant.
"Er, Jami? Are you sure I should be here? I could go outside..."
Her head poked out of the door.
"Don't you dare move a muscle, Uncle John."
John obeyed and sat still for a while, fidgeting around and watching under the door as Jami's bare feet shifted around. It was about five minutes later when the door slowly creaked open and John's jaw dropped. Jami stepped out with an alluring smile on her face. She bit her bottom lip and thrust out her chest, which was held back by a lacy, baby blue bra. She had on matching panties that barely covered up her succulent ass cheeks and smooth, bare pussy. The rest of her soft, tan skin was visible. As she stepped forward, John straightened in his chair.
"Jami, dear, I don't think you should be wearing that in front of..."
She held a finger to her lips and straddled his lap, holding both of his shoulders in her soft, petite hands. She moved closer until her lips made contact with his before slowly nibbling on his bottom lip and then sliding her tongue into his mouth. He tried to pull away, but she held him tighter, shoving her boobs against his chest and grinding her entire body against his.
"Come on, Uncle John, don't be such a square. I know that you want me. I saw your big, hard cock this morning at breakfast. I know that you want to fuck me."
Jami clutched his rigid pole through his jeans and pumped it in and out of her fist, biting her bottom lip even harder in fatigue. John finally managed to shove her off and she fell to the ground. He helped her up.
"Um, why don't you just get dressed and we'll go home."
