The following story is true. Names and places and some other changes have been made to protect the innocent.
For reasons not related to this story, my family and I have been estranged for years. Because of this I had never met my sister's daughter and my niece, Marilyn. I knew, from rare and infrequent conversations with my mother, that Marilyn, like most teenagers, was a troubled and rebellious child, due mainly to the life of privilege but lack of love that my sister had given he; thanks to a marriage to a well-to-do older man.
In any case, several years ago, when the fairy tale ended, my sister called me out of the blue to ask me if my niece, Marilyn could spend the summer with me in San Diego. I had nothing against the kid, so I said okay and waited for the fireworks to begin.
When the day finally arrived, I wasn't ready for what I saw. While I had seen the occasional photo of my niece throughout the years, what greeted me at the airport was a stunning 18-year old woman, approximately 5'1", about 100 lbs, long dark hair, green eyes, and full lips. For one split second I thought I was looking at Angelina Jolie. This wasn't the geek-like, awkward 15-year-old I had seen on a Christmas postcard some years back. She was confident, radiant, vivacious, warm, tanned, voluptuous and in great shape. It was obvious that whatever problems she was giving my sister, she found the time to visit the gym regularly.
We kissed and hugged like any other family. She met my wife and children, her cousins, which had never met, and we headed off to dinner. All during dinner, while Marilyn explained the situation at home and why she and my sister were not getting along, I realized that my niece was, in many ways, like I was at that same age. Except that being a male, my conduct was not measured by moral standards or by behavior encouraged to snag a husband. It wasn't long before we were talking like old friends.
The weeks passed and with each passing day my niece and I became closer. I didn't judge her or preached to her, I just listened. Soon it was time for my kids to return to their year-round school and my niece found herself alone and bored.
She took to sunbathing in our back yard while drinking wine coolers. Occasionally, she would go to our gym, using our guest privileges. But mostly, she sunbathed by the pool in our back yard. One afternoon I came home early to find her laying totally nude in a lounge chair. I tried not to look, but it was impossible.
There she was, with her perfectly tanned and firm body, her small and firm breasts, slowly heaving to the rhythm of her slow breathing. Her flat, muscled and well-tanned tummy, leading to a neatly trimmed pussy with pink, pouty lips that were slightly open and wet with moisture.
I was transfixed by the glorious site before me and painfully aware of the raging hard-on growing inside my pants. Suddenly she got up and began walking toward the house. I ran to the living room, turned on the television and pretended to watch a baseball game. I was expecting her to go to the bathroom or something, but instead she came into the kitchen to get another wine cooler.
Pretending I was engrossed in the game and had not seen her come in, I watched as she bent over forward to reach for the wine cooler inside the fridge. I was no more than 15 feet away, and had a close-up view of her beautiful pussy. I felt my dick press against the fabric of my trousers and I inadvertently shifted on the couch. This caused the couch to squeak and she looked up, seeing me for the first time. I thought she would be shocked and would run into her room to get dressed. But instead she just looked at me and said,
"Oh, I didn't know you were home. When did you get in?"
"A couple of minutes ago." I managed to mumble, trying to hide my hard-on with a cushion.
"Why didn't you say something?" She asked, almost smiling.
