This is a story that began five years ago, when I was 47 and my niece was 21, but it really began several years before that when I was 43. I had tumbled into an awkward affair with my sister-in-law (the wife of my sister's brother) that began with some drunken kissing in the back room at a family party and progressed/regressed from there. The relationship, if you even want to call it that, didn't last very long. The sex was pretty damn good-my sister-in-law knew how to fuck-but beyond that we had zero in common. There was one notable moment, which took place one day when I pretended to stop by her house to pick up a plate my wife needed for a party, but we both knew why I stopped by. Within 10 minutes I was balls deep in her pussy and she was screaming for god. We were going at it pretty good when all of the sudden I heard what sounded like the front door close. My sister-in-law said no one could be around since her husband was out of town on business and their daughter in high school wouldn't be home for hours. Nonetheless, the sound kinda weirded me out, so after dumping my load in her pussy, I pulled out, cleaned up and made my way home. The affair ended not too long after that, as I deemed our trysts too risky.
Fast forward four years. By then I had been promoted to regional manager in my company, a position that required routine travel through my territory in the southern U.S. One such trip took me to a large university town where my niece Heather, now a senior in college, was living. Before I packed my bags, my wife made me promise to check in on my niece because it would be rude to be in the same town and not say hello. I agreed, even though I knew it would be kind of a hassle given my tight business schedule. I also knew no 21-year-old would want to spend time with her boring, old uncle. But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
As it happened, my work that day moved along pretty quickly, I was done by 4 p.m., so I called Heather and suggested we go out for dinner, my treat. I recalled my own college days and knew the lure of a good, free meal was impossible to pass on. But to my surprise, Heather said she had other meal plans, but still wanted to get together with me later. "How about 8 p.m., Uncle Gary?" he asked. I said, "No problem. It will give this old man a chance to nap. Just call my cell phone and we will figure something out."
My nap didn't last very long, so I decided to freshen up with a nice, hot shower, and then I headed down to the bar in the hotel where I was staying. The place was kinda classy, lots of leather on the furniture and soft jazz music playing. So I siddled up to the bar and ordered a drink. I wasn't there very long when my phone rang and I saw Heather's number on the display. "Uh, Uncle Gary? Did you still want to get together?" she asked, somewhat tentatively, which threw me off a bit. "Sure!" I said. "I'm in the hotel bar now, did you want me to meet you somewhere? We can still do dinner." She said she was in the area and would be over in 10 minutes.
Sure, enough, she was walking into the lounge just a few minutes later. It had been a few years since I last saw my niece and I must admit she had developed into a full-grown woman. Gone were the thin legs and sharp features; she had matured into a curvy, lovely blond woman, with shapely legs and full, firm breasts that must have been at least 36C. Her shoulder-length blond hair was accented by eyes that were sparkling green. It felt horrible to think of her that way, but a man cannot help himself. It certainly didn't help that she was wearing a tight sweater dress that seemed to enhance every turn on her body. I had to admit my niece was smoking hot.
She approached me and I gave her a peck on the cheek. (Damn, she even smelled good!) But I could tell something wasn't right; her beautiful, green eyes seemed to be reddened as if she were recently crying. "What's wrong, Heather?" I asked. "Oh, nothing, just having a crappy night, so far." We had a drink at the bar and she started spilling the truth: She had been suspecting the guy she had been seeing was cheating on her. She wanted to go to dinner with him tonight to confront him, but that became moot when she walked into his apartment and found him fucking (her description was "doing it with") another girl. Heather, obviously shaken by the episode, ran out and that's when she called me.
"Wow, that's a serious jerk. Don't take this the wrong way, but he really did you a huge favor by getting caught," I said, seeing some new tears welling in her eyes. "Just think how much agony he saved you by not dragging this out. He could have been cheating on you for months or even years."
"I know, Uncle Gary. Guys can be such assholes," she said, then suddenly realizing she was in the company of a man. "I mean, they aren't *all* like that!"
"No, it's OK. Trust me, there are lot of a-hole men, and even us good ones are known to make a mistake or two," I said, laughing.
We proceeded to a table and had a delicious meal (along with a couple more rounds of drinks) and a delightful chat. My niece had matured in more ways than physical and it was pleasant to have intelligent conversation with another adult on the road, rather than a room-service meal in front of the hotel room TV. I was pleased to hear about her career goals and her interest in working overseas for a few years to see the world.
I was just paying our bill when the bar music shifted from jazz to more contemporary music. Heather, probably feeling a little buzz, suggested that we hit the dance floor, which was occupied by a few middle-aged couples. I declined at first, citing a bum knee and a desire not to look like some old creepy guy with the young pretty girl. (Both were partly true.) But Heather persisted. "Who cares what anyone here thinks?" she said. So we took to the dance floor and I tried my best to act like I knew I was dancing. She, on the other hand, was quite at home rocking her hips and moving her body to the beat.
When a slow song came on, I started to make my way off the floor, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "Please, Uncle Gary, have this dance with me." How could I resist that? So I held her closely and our bodies started to move in unison to the song. She nuzzled her blond head beneath by neck and I did everything I could to act "normal," considering the circumstances.
But some things cannot be prevented and, as much as I was trying to stop it, my cock started to lurch inside my pants. At first, it was just a twitch or two, but then I could feel the unmistakable tug of my cock hardening. And just when I thought I could keep a safe distance between my crotch and her body, Heather pulled me even closer, forcing my turgid member to press against her.
The song ended, mercifully, and I tried my best to look cool walking off the dance floor with a hard salami in my pants. I was pondering an end to the evening, and a clean gettaway, when Heather said she had something important she needed to tell me. I asked her what it was, but she said she couldn't say it just then. She said it was quite serious and had to be in private. The only private place in the hotel was my room, so that seemed the logical location.
When we entered my room, Heather's demeanor, which had been lightened by the drinks and dancing, took a serious tone. She didn't smile at all as she told me to take a seat on the bed because she had something important to say. My head was doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out what the hell was going on when suddenly she just blurted it out: "I saw you with Mom."
