Fortunately the flight landed at LAX pretty much on time at 6am. Customs and immigration was the usual total chaos but an hour later I was shaking the hand of my brother in law in the arrivals area.
We went back home and he prepared coffee. I declined breakfast as I was still full from the business class breakfast. He had to go to work so drove off after finishing his coffee.
I unpacked, showered and shaved and looked for something to do to keep me awake for the rest of the day. Staying awake all day was the only way I had found to get over the jet lag.
Of course, my thoughts soon turned to my cock, and, as I was home alone, thought a leisurely wank would hit the spot. I stripped off my jeans and underwear, lay on the bed and searched Literotica for some stories from my favourite categories. I pulled up some nice Incest/Taboo and Loving Wives stories and began to stroke as I read through them.
I guess because of the jet lag it took me a while. A story about a father and son fucking the daughter while the mother looked on finally had me shooting all over my hand and stomach. That was a big one I thought as I started to clean up.
I was almost ready when I heard the front door bang closed and shortly afterwards a knocking on the bedroom door.
"Uncle Peter, are you up?" It was my 20 something niece, Samantha.
I scuttled to the bathroom to finish cleaning up and get dressed.
"I'm just in the bathroom. Be right out."
I made myself presentable and opened the door.
She gave me a strange look before breaking into a big smile, throwing her arms around me and giving me a big hug.
"It's been so long. So good to see you." As she continued to hug me close.
The thought struck me that I was lucky to have just had a wank. The way her slim, gym fit, perfect little body clung to me, I knew my cock would have otherwise risen to the occasion and I would have been in trouble.
"It's great to be here. You are looking really great."
And she did. As I said slim, gym fit body, flawless light brown skin and big toothy California girl smile. Her personality was great also. Reserved when she didn't know someone but full of fun and laughter with friends.
"Dad said to come and get you and take you to lunch."
It had become a thing between us whenever I visited LA that we would have lunch together at least once per trip. We had visited quite a few different restaurants across LA.
We had consequently grown fairly close and she usually opened up with me to discuss her life.
"Sounds good. You choose."
Today it was CPK and we stayed a while just chatting and generally catching up.
Eventually, we finished lunch and chatting. She had some chores to do before coming back home for a family dinner that night so dropped me off and took off.
Once inside, I relaxed in front of the TV but my thoughts soon turned to how she had turned into such a happy, pretty young girl.
I had followed her on Instagram and while most of her posts were entirely innocent photos of her with girlfriends, meals, drinks and the like, there were a couple of very nice poses in various small bikinis.
She showed much more skin than I thought her conservative upbringing would have allowed. But, I guess, that was Southern California college girls for you.
I hesitate to admit that on more than one occasion I had included her photos in jerk off material.
**
Eventually that afternoon the whole family returned home. There were welcomes and hugs all around. A bottle of very nice red wine was cracked and we caught up on what had been happening since my last visit.
Over dinner my sister in law said.
"I'm sorry bro. I have had a couple of people resign from my restaurant. I am not going to be able to go with you to Vegas. You can still go on your own."
A very nice room in an upmarket hotel/casino had been booked ages ago. My SIL and I had shared hotel rooms before. We would book a room with two large beds and no hanky panky had occurred. I knew she was very conservative that way and would not permit any funny stuff.
"We were going to drive. Is there a spare car or should I hire one."
"I could take some time off and drive you," from Samantha. "It's been ages since I've been to Vegas."
Her parents looked very doubtful.
"I'm sure Uncle Peter doesn't want you hanging around annoying him." From my SIL.
"Oh, I don't know," I joked. "It would do my ego a world of good to be seen with such a pretty girl."
Samantha smiled at me shyly. "See, it's settled. I will go instead."
The next day was spent generally catching up and relaxing.
Samantha had her own apartment about half an hour from her parents' home so on the day of departure she called in to pick me up before heading off to Vegas.
She jumped out of the car to give me a hug and to help with my luggage.
Clearly she was already in Vegas mode, wearing tight short shorts and a loose tank top. Damn she looked good. If only she wasn't my niece.
Then I got another shock as she bent down to pick up my small bag, her top flopped open and it was very obvious that she did not have a bra on. I got a full view of very nice breasts with nice brown nipples.
I think she caught me staring but gave me a big smile anyway. I guess she must have been used to being ogled by randy guys.
"Come on, let's get going," as we got into the car and drove off.
The trip was uneventful, apart from me taking sidewards glances at her figure. She chattered away seemingly not noticing the dirty old man sitting beside her. More than once I day dreamed what it would be like to suck on those tits and pussy and to fuck her.
**
After checking into the hotel we showered and changed and went out on the town. She showed me some of her favourite watering holes and we had a bit of a buzz going by the time we went for dinner.
We went to a great steakhouse and shared a bottle of wine over dinner. We were both feeling pretty mellow and relaxed by the time dinner was finished.
We wandered around looking at the lights and generally people watching and having a great time.
She was walking close to me and we were arm in arm when we were accosted by some guy who was either drunk or very high.
He seemed to take exception to the fact that a very pretty young brown girl was on the arm of an older white guy. Some very nasty and threatening words were spoken.
As nobody seemed interested in helping us, I hugged her close to protect her and took off quickly back to our hotel. Once there she ran to the bathroom.
When she came out she had changed and went and lay down on her bed, clearly still upset at what had been said.
I went to the bathroom and changed into shorts and T-shirt. I don't normally wear underwear to bed but given the proximity of a pretty girl in the room, I put some on just in case the little man got any ideas.
She was lying curled up on her bed, facing away from me and appeared to be quietly crying.
I went over, sat on the edge of the bed and gently touched her arm.
"You OK? What's up?"
She turned, sat up and pulled me into a hug.
"I'm so sorry, uncle. He should not have been so nasty to you."
"That's OK. I'm old enough and ugly enough for it not to bother me. He was just jealous that you were with the white guy and not with him."
"It's you I am concerned about. You are a pretty and smart young lady and you should ignore them."
I hugged her close and stroked her side in an attempt to console her. The feel of her slim, toned body pressed hard up against mine certainly got the little guy interested. I tried as hard as I could to push all carnal thoughts out of my mind.
After a couple of minutes I felt her relax into my chest.
I looked down at her.
"OK now?"
She looked up. Because of our positions, when she looked up at me to reply our lips touched.
It seemed like ages but must have only been a second or two that we like that with lips touching. Both surprised and unsure what to do next.
