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Chicago via Katrina

By: Bluewolfhead



Lost deep inside O'Hare Airport, Tiffany found the terminal exit by following the most impatient crowd. FEMA's bumbling had left her without sleep for the past 36 hours so she was questioning her judgment. When finally emerging, she became stuck in the congested baggage area while waiting for her worn blue Samsonite suitcase to rise from the airport's bowels. She had escaped the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans and still felt vulnerable so she stood timidly in the back of the crowd. She looked around. The crowd around her was well dressed in wool suits and silk dresses. Comparatively, Tiffany knew she was dressed like a waif in her church handouts. 

She had lost all of her possessions in the flood and escaped with only the clothes on her back. Eventually, Pastor Jennings's wife had let Tiffany select a few discards from the church's thrift store so she had something to wear. She was wearing the best of the dregs: a faded blue hoodie, a dingy white v-neck t-shirt, short blue jean skirt and glittery faux jewel sandals. Appearing tattered and worn in the well dressed crowd, Tiffany fidgeted with her claim tickets in front of the luggage carousel while pondering her family's escape from the flood. 

Chicago would be Tiffany's temporary home because her childhood neighborhood was submerged and her life was ruined. Unlike New Orleans, the levees in St. Benard Parish didn't fail but the storm surge topped the levees by five feet and flooded the town. She couldn't go back to her junior college because it was submerged in seven feet of stagnant flood water and she couldn't afford to go anywhere else. With her mama's house under water, her family split up and stayed with whoever would take them except for her papa who had died when she was a child. Her mama and brother were staying at her grandmother's little flat in Queens but there wasn't enough room for all of them so Uncle Jack agreed to give Tiffany refuge. 

Slowly emerging from her stupor, she scanned the crowd for her uncle. They hadn't seen each other in many years. Her uncle had never been to New Orleans and Tiffany didn't go to Uncle Jack's wedding in Hawaii because her mama couldn't afford the airfare. Tiffany's face brightened. Across the luggage carousel stood a well-dressed, handsome man holding a placard with her name, "Tiffany", and an elegant thin woman chattering away into his ear. Tiffany recognized her uncle's strong jaw line and brown curly hair. He was thinner and taller than she remembered but she realized this was Uncle Jack. He was still built like a line backer but running had slimmed him down. They couldn't see her in the large crowd vying for a chance to grab their luggage from the carousel. Tiffany guessed the tall thin woman next to Uncle Jack must be Aunt Eva. They were the affluent members of the extended family. He was a tax accountant and she was a very successful attorney. 

Tiffany excitedly screamed to them while waving her arms over her head but they couldn't hear her over the public address system, the crowd and the luggage conveyor. Tiffany was delighted to see them, so she rushed around the outside edge of the crowd and came up behind them. Just before she grabbed Uncle Jack's shoulder, Tiffany heard Aunt Eva pounding away at her uncle. 

"You are an idiot from a family of idiots. Why are letting her stay with us? She was always trouble for her mother and now she will be trouble for us. She is just too wild. Damn you, you should have left the little white trash in some shelter in Louisiana. What are we going to do with her? We have no room for her and she will turn our home into a mess. She is just another idiot who couldn't get out of New Orleans before the rain. All she is going to bring from New Orleans is more stupidity and germs. "  

Jack responded soothingly, "You have it all wrong, Eva." 

Tiffany froze behind them realizing they were talking about her. Aunt Eva had a jolting voice that was unrelenting. Her shrill demands were like a hammer pounding her point home. Tiffany stared at them in disbelief while Eva continued her whining. "Why can't she stay with somebody else? You don't even know what she looks like and like an idiot, you're holding up a sign with her name like you're a chauffeur. She will always be in our way. Jack, can't you just give her some money and send her to her church's group home?" 

Jack tried to calm his wife, "We need to take care of her. She is family and she won't be in the way." 

Eva sweetened her tone, "Jack, she is not going to have a good time here. Our place is too small and she will be uncomfortable sleeping on the couch. She will be alone all day in the middle of downtown in a high-rise condo. There is no one her age in our building. She will not be able to meet anybody and we won't have time to look after her." 

Jack tried to appease Eva, "Eva, Tiffany is my niece and my sister's house is submerged. What can she do? I haven't seen my niece in nine years and my sister calls me from a Red Cross shelter asking for help. What else can I do? "

Eva's voice returned to its shrill tone as soon as she realized she wasn't going to win, "Well, you are responsible for her and make sure she leaves soon." 

In an upbeat voice, Uncle Jack soothed her, "Everything will be fine. You'll see." 

Shocked, Tiffany withdrew to the back of the crowd without them noticing her and contemplated the situation. How could Uncle Jack have married such a bitch? Her mama said she didn't like Aunt Eva but she always thought mama was a little tough on people. Tiffany always liked Uncle Jack and had looked forward to seeing him. They always had the most in common of her relatives. She used to have a crush on him and followed him around like a little lost duck. Hence his nickname for her was Ducky and she hated it back then. He was only 10 years older than she was because his parents weren't careful later in life and Jack replaced her mom as the baby in the family. 

Tiffany was embarrassed for Uncle Jack and equally furious that Aunt Eva thought so little of her family. Her aunt had never even met her. Tiffany's temper was ready to explode but she realized she had done many stupid things in the past because of her temper so she tried to restrain herself. Her mama and her pastor had repeatedly preached to her about controlling her anger before it got the better of her. She was trying because she still needed a place to stay. 

As Tiffany dwelled on Eva's demeaning insults, the crowd thinned out so she needed to make a decision. She thought about her dilemma and decided to kill Aunt Eva with kindness. Tiffany realized she was intruding into Aunt Eva's world so Tiffany needed to give her a little latitude. She decided she would be the perfect houseguest until her mama found a new home for them. 

When Tiffany's lonely plastic suitcase came around the corner of the carousel, she grabbed it and strutted up to Uncle Jack and Eva. "Hi, Uncle Jack." 

Uncle Jack looked shocked as Tiffany hugged him. Tiffany knew she had changed since she last saw him, but she still thought Uncle Jack would recognize her. Everyone said she looked just like her mom. They both had sandy blonde hair with distinctive green eyes and long, long eyelashes. They had the same high cheekbones and puffy lips. Both of them were short with a narrow waist and long legs. Tiffany knew her Mom's breasts were bigger but she had no reason for shame. 

Tiffany stretched up on the tips of her toes, kissed Uncle Jack on the cheek and turned to Aunt Eva. She gave Tiffany a dirty look that should have been a crime. In spite of Aunt Eva's attitude, Tiffany tried to reach out, shake her hand and tried to kiss her aunt on the cheek. Aunt Eva pulled away from Tiffany but Tiffany kept trying until it was too awkward to proceed. 

Tiffany tried to thank Aunt Eva numerous times for being kind enough to give her a place to live, but Aunt Eva brushed her off. Undaunted and risking more embarrassment, Tiffany took Aunt Eva's arm and tried to hold her close while they walked out to get a taxi. With a look of disgust in her narrow eyes, Aunt Eva acted like she was allergic to Tiffany and jerked her arm away. At the cab stand, Uncle Jack pulled Tiffany aside and informed her that Aunt Eva had a germ phobia but he insisted her aunt meant well. 

The cab was old and battered but it was the next in line. Aunt Eva got into the cab first and started telling the Hindu driver what to do. As a buffer, Uncle Jack sat between them in the cab ride back to their place. He placed his arm around Tiffany when she got in and they settled back for the long ride to downtown. Uncle Jack was a big brutish man with a warm gentle streak that he shared with everyone. Dressed in a grey suit with a blue striped tie, he looked down at Tiffany and smiled. While Aunt Eva reprimanded the driver for his lack of driving skills, Uncle Jack leaned over and whispered to Tiffany, "Hello Ducky, you look good considering everything you have been through. I was worried about you but now you're safe. I am very happy you are staying with us." 

With these words, Tiffany put her head against his arm and due to the long tiring day, drifted off to sleep. 

Jack felt her warm, soft body pressed against him but tried to ignore it. After a few miles, Jack looked down at his slumbering niece and hoped she hadn't noticed him staring at her earlier in the airport. He hadn't imagined this beautiful girl was his niece. She was a curvy little blond that you only see in films. The last time he saw her, she was an awkward child. Embarrassed, he realized he had fantasized about fucking her, his niece, his Ducky. 

From across the baggage area, he had seen this stunning little blond in her tight short skirt amongst the travelers and mentally undressed her while his wife nagged at him. She was so sexy and young; he got a hard-on just watching her move in the crowd. He wasn't alone in appreciating her fine lines and noticed other men clandestinely staring at her abundant breasts and long legs too. His niece was a classic beauty and with sensual features but what caught his attention were her stiff nipples pointing out of her top. He wanted to suck on them. 

Daydreaming, he had imagined the two of them together on a Saturday afternoon in a sleazy marina motel. He played the movie in his head. Naked. Sweaty and passionate. Cold bubbly champagne. White sheets crumpled at the end of the bed. Jack had decided she was a moaner with a shaved pussy and that she would love to fuck doggy style. He had been playing this game a lot with total strangers since his wife had become so sick but now, he was ashamed after he discovered he was scheming on his destitute niece. He had lost sight of his dream girl in the crowd and then he panicked when she was standing in front of him while offering him a kiss. Suddenly, he realized this goddess was his niece and not some stranger from his daydream agreeing to have sex with him. Jack was embarrassed but, thankfully, nobody noticed.

As the cab inched along the freeway, he looked down at Tiffany while she slept in his arm and noticed her t-shirt's V neckline bellowed outward. Sure that no one was watching him; he moved slightly to get the best view down her blouse. When the light was right, the gap gave him a great view of her soft, creamy cleavage and her breasts snuggled in a white lace bra. Her exposed round breast sent a shock wave to his groin and his hard-on returned. Stealthily looking around the cab, he checked to see if anyone else noticed what he was doing. His wife was editing a legal brief while arguing with the cab driver who was muttering to himself in his native language. Neither one of them even noticed he was in the cab. 

He glanced down at his niece's long tanned legs escaping from her short skirt. Her legs were muscular but still soft and shapely. Her legs were spread apart a couple of inches creating a shadowy valley between her thighs. Luckily, the frayed hem of her denim skirt had bunched up around her thighs from sliding forward during her sleepy ride. But, sadly, the skirt's hem hadn't crept up far enough for him to see her underwear so he tried to imagine the color and style of her panties. Black? Lace? A thong? Maybe she wasn't wearing any? Maybe she would slip farther forward and he would find out. His mind continued to wander. What would these smooth legs feel like wrapped around his back? Squeezing him. 

While pretending he was looking out the window, Jack took advantage of the moment and got a better look inside her shirt at Ducky's young breasts. Full, soft and round. Jack just stared. Her breasts were wonderful but he wanted to see more. Her breast was squeezed into an opaque lace bra so he couldn't see her nipple but saw its puffy outline pushing against the lace. Her soft young flesh was irresistible. Jack had to stop the nagging temptation to reach inside her t-shirt and scoop her breast out of her delicate bra. He knew he had been acting like a pervert since his wife had changed. For a moment he felt guilty, but since nothing was actually happening, he continued to stare down Ducky's blouse and fantasize about her for the rest of the cab ride. 

Later, Tiffany awoke as the cab pulled up the circular drive way to the tall glass doors of the lobby of a high-rise condo building on exclusive Lake Shore Drive. She was impressed since it was different from their shotgun shack back home. Modern and well maintained, the tall building was quiet and situated back from the boulevard. A uniformed doorman opened their car door, greeted them by name, attended to Tiffany's luggage and escorted them to the elevator door. Her uncle introduced her to the big burly doorman and said "George, this is my niece, Tiffany. She will be staying with us while her home in New Orleans is cleaned up." 

George took Tiffany's small hand and sympathetically said in a hushed but booming voice, "I cried my eyes out watching the hurricane make a mess down there. I am from New Orleans too and it broke my heart to so many good people in so much trouble. You need to stay strong, girl. Let me know if there is anything I could do for you." 

Aunt Eva didn't say word to them as she got out of the cab and hurried ahead while Uncle Jack was being sociable. Quietly, they quickly followed behind her. Their footsteps echoed around the large lobby with its tall arched ceiling and a white marble floor with black veins. After the door closed, they silently ascended in the sumptuous elevator. Tiffany looked around the elevator and noticed that there were no scratches in the wood paneling and the metal work was polished. Intimidated by her surroundings, she remarked to herself, "I don't belong here." 

Uncle Jack owned a one-bedroom condo on the fourteenth floor in the luxury high-rise overlooking Lake Michigan and a house in the suburbs that was being remodeled. Aunt Eva had decorated their downtown home in a minimalist modern style with lots of black leather and beige motorized sunshades. Their home was impeccable, clean and orderly. Everything was spotless. Even the vacuum cleaner tracks were untouched by footprints. Their home reminded Tiffany of a beautiful museum after everyone went home. Elegant but cold and void of life. In contrast, Tiffany was used to a warm home full of noise, activity and spicy aromas. 

Over the next couple of days, Aunt Eva dictated Tiffany's living arrangements. With a toss of old sheets, Aunt Eva instructed Tiffany to sleep on the couch but only after everyone went bed. She also demanded that Tiffany was to wake up early before them and put away her linens so the house wasn't messy when the rest of the house got up for breakfast. Tiffany's duties included making sure there was little evidence she was staying there. But her main obligation was to make sure everything was in exactly the place Aunt Eva had left it. Reluctantly, Tiffany accepted that she had become Aunt Eva's maid in exchange for a roof over her head. 

On her first night, Tiffany felt the rage of Aunt Eva's stern weasel voice as her aunt walked off to bed. Her aunt's ill tempered spirit emerged in her brisk, petulant speech. "You will perform your chores daily regardless of your health or other whims. Go take a shower now before I catch something you brought with you from New Orleans. Clean your clothes too. Everything must be sanitary. I have a weak immune system and I must not become infected because you failed to clean correctly. Scrub, scrub and then re-scrub. Use hot, hot water. Put everything back where you got it. Remember, a place for everything and everything in its place." 

Daily, per Aunt Eva's exacting instructions, Tiffany cleaned, made breakfast, did laundry and cooked dinner. Aunt Eva had many details. She emphasized that water marks weren't allowed in the sink. Tiffany had to vacuum twice a day. The laundry hamper and the dishwasher had to be empty every day before they came home from work. Everything needed to be in straight lines and perfectly symmetrical. Her obsession covered everything from shoe arrangements, to spice jar order and to magazine placement. Aunt Eva didn't want the same dinner twice in a week and had a long list of food allergies. 

Tiffany tried to appease Aunt Eva but she didn't like a thing Tiffany did and continually corrected her. During every conversation, Aunt Eva made sure she insulted Tiffany, her work or her meals. Obviously, Aunt Eva resented having Tiffany in the house. Tiffany tried to make peace with Eva but it didn't work. Tiffany never became more than a servant to her aunt. An intruder. A problem. Aunt Eva avoided Tiffany. Her aunt always stayed in her bedroom except when she emerged and spouted orders at Tiffany. She was like a troll coming out from under a bridge only when required. Immediately, she went back into her burrow. 

To make matters worse, Aunt Eva had episodes that Tiffany and her uncle called "ghost hunts." About two weeks after Tiffany's arrival, Aunt Eva cornered Tiffany in the kitchen and started irrationally screaming that Tiffany was trying to poison her. Her aunt found a misplaced a bottle of seconal in the medicine cabinet where the ibuprofen was supposed to be. Tiffany was trapped against the kitchen counter top by Aunt Eva while she poked her long boney finger into Tiffany's chest while interrogating her. "Why are trying to kill me? I could have taken the wrong medicine. Are you trying to kill me?" 

In frenzied frustration, Aunt Eva quickly reached out and slapped Tiffany across the face with a loud snap. Tiffany felt her head start to spin around. The slap wasn't as powerful as it was loud. Tiffany could still feel the sting as Aunt Eva growled, "You are stupid little slut, a careless idiot. You have no right to risk my life with your ignorance. If you do anything again, I will kick you out on the streets where you belong." 

Tiffany's temper started to rise and she wanted to slap her aunt back but she restrained herself. Her aunt didn't reciprocate. She cocked her other arm and let loose with another slap. Just in time, Uncle Jack grabbed his wife's arm and stopped her assault. He stepped in between them to protect Tiffany and started handling Aunt Eva tenderly like she was in hospice care. "Tiffany didn't mean anything, dear. It was a mistake and it won't happen again. Why don't you get to bed and we will straighten things out." 

Frustrated, Aunt Eva turned her anger towards her husband instead. "I see that stupidity runs in the family. You are no better than the rest of them even though I have tried so hard so make you better. You are nothing but an impotent little man. You said you would take care of her. Now, do it before you're both on the streets." 

As Uncle Jack became gentler, her aunt's behavior worsened to compensate for his kindness. Aunt Eva's irrational fear made her desperate and dangerous. She rabidly attacked his intellect, common sense and manhood. He tried to ignore it, but you could see the pain in his eyes when her rage bit into a soft spot of him. 


Chicago via Katrina



Afterwards, Uncle Jack tried to make excuses for Aunt Eva's behavior but Tiffany thought he seemed beaten down and his heart wasn't in it. He tried to sooth Tiffany's bruised ego and stay cheerful but Tiffany could sense he was depressed. She thought to herself that her aunt had done this before and her uncle was covering for her. Tiffany felt sorry for him because she always remembered his upbeat personality and the sparkle in his eye. 

With her aunt hidden away in her bedroom, Tiffany blasted her uncle, "You are nothing more than an obedient orderly. Why are you putting up with her ghastly tantrums? You even defended her!" Tiffany stopped herself and decided not to mention that she did agree with her aunt on one thing; he was impotent around her. 

Embarrassed, he left the room. As he was leaving, he turned and said softly, "Ducky, it is my obligation to take care of her, for better or worse. She has no one else. Also, I don't want her to kick you out because I need to take care of you too." 

Tiffany understood yet resented his situation. Later that evening, Tiffany joked with Uncle Jack about Aunt Eva's anal-retentive living arrangements and her OCD habits. Over the next few days, Uncle Jack laughed more and slowly, they became each other's confidant while dealing with Aunt Eva's sickness. 

Tiffany realized that Uncle Jack needed her for support during these dark diseased days with Aunt Eva. Aunt Eva didn't have any close family to take care of her and she didn't realize how much he did for her. They were alone in an ocean of despair and only Uncle Jack had an oar. Neither Jack nor Eva noticed the endless circle of their life. They were lost in the daily spiral downward only to wake to another identical day of Aunt Eva's obsession for order. Uncle Jack tried to be a good captain but his ship was empty except for his lone disturbed passenger absorbed by ghost hunts. Tiffany offered him compassion and distraction. 

Tiffany needed Uncle Jack because she was alone, afraid and insecure. Hurricane Katrina left her without a home, life or future. All her memories and possessions were washed away. Her friends and family had seen horrible things left in the storm's wake. Their innocence was gone. At first, they tried to bolster each other but then they were scattered across the country. Tiffany was now alone in a strange city and living in a home with a mad woman and her caretaker. Uncle Jack offered him friendship and security. 

Together, Uncle Jack and Tiffany were still broken but the pain didn't seem as sharp. Their gallows humor was lost on Aunt Eva but they enjoyed themselves. They were peaceful together in the midst of the storm and looked forward to seeing each other. 

As they became closer, Tiffany became mad that Uncle Jack wasted his life on Aunt Eva. Her aunt wasn't sick; she was mean and bitter. Tiffany revolted against her aunt and focused her attention on Uncle Jack. She asked him endless questions so he would talk about himself instead of apologizing for Aunt Eva. Finally, after a little wine, he started talking and then he couldn't quit. Every night, they would wait until Aunt Eva went to bed and they drank and talked. Over time, their conversations became more and more personal. 

One night after Aunt Eva went to bed; they were secretly sampling wine from Uncle Jack's reserve collection and just talking about the changes in their lives. After a few glasses of a good Syrah, he revealed, with help of the wine, more than he should have told his niece; that he hadn't had sex with Aunt Eva for over two years. Not surprised, Tiffany probed him for details. 

Embarrassed, he shared his last sexual experience with Aunt Eva. "She wasn't always like this. She used to be warm and loving but she slowly degenerated into her current state. We tried to maintain a good front for our neighbors and friends. The last time we spent an extended period with outsiders, we went to her parent's old lake house with another couple for a long weekend." 

"The other couple treated the weekend like a second honeymoon. Kissing, hugging and touching. Each night, they noisily made love until their bed stopped creaking in the early morning. Their amorous behavior was so compelling I tried to convince Eva to have sex with me. By that time, we hadn't had sex in over a year. I tried to seduce her, cuddle her and appeal to her. Nothing worked. She refused but I kept trying to guilt her into it. Finally, my nagging must have worked because she grudgingly agreed." 

"You're kidding me. You nagged her into it?" Tiffany responded and moved closer on the couch. 

Jack nervously adjusted himself and stopped looking at Tiffany. "Yes, but it didn't turn out like I thought. I was lying naked in bed when she came out of the bathroom in her old terry robe. I was puzzled. She was wearing rubber cleaning gloves and carrying a bottle of moisturizing lotion. She pulled back the sheet and sat down on the edge of the bed. Eva untied her robe and let me see her breasts. She still had that tight little body I remembered from when we dated. When I tried to reach out and touch her, she brushed my hand away. She stated, very clinically, that I could only look at her since men needed visual stimulation." 

Jack lowered his voice as the wine freed his tongue, "Abruptly, Eva pumped out a few squirts of lotion on to her gloves, wringed her hands together and grabbed my penis. I realized she used the gloves because she was afraid I was going to get some germs on her. I started to complain but she just started pumping me. She was fumbling and awkward but effective. I stopped speaking because, regardless of her style, I wanted to be satisfied. I was desperate. I just looked at her naked body and let her work. In an impersonal way, she was taking care of her wifely chores. It had been such a long time since we were intimate that I just closed my eyes and accepted it." 

Tiffany noticed Uncle Jack just stopped talking like he was replaying the moment in his head. She playfully punched his arm to get his attention and saucily whispered, "Don't stop there. What happened?" 

Jack finished the story without looking at Tiffany. "Eva just kept pumping me. I let her beat me off with rubber gloves while our guests were in the next room and they could hear everything. She used both hands and kept changing her tempo. I was worried about the noise of the lubricated rubber glove slapping against my thighs and stomach but I didn't want her to stop. I couldn't last long after such a long absence and finally came all over her gloves. She pulled at my penis until I was drained and went limp. When I finally opened my eyes, she was dropping the rubber gloves into a garbage bag. She handed me the garbage bag and took a shower. Our romantic evening ended with me taking the garbage outside before we could go to sleep." 

Tiffany leaned over and hugged her uncle while barely refraining from laughing. "I cannot believe it. You poor, poor boy. You don't have much of a life but I bet that rubber gloves hold a special place in your heart." 

They both started to laugh. They were friends with secrets. 

But this friendship was costly. Jack knew he was smitten with his niece. He tried to brush it off as just a harmless flirtation but he realized he couldn't stop thinking about her. Jack let his work suffer and started leaving work earlier so he could spend more time alone with Ducky. In meetings, he daydreamed about her tight little body but he wanted to see more of it. 

One day when Tiffany wasn't looking, he used his camera phone to sneak a few pictures of her in her Nike running outfit. Black and skin tight. As if painted on, her high cut shorts hugged each muscled cheek. His blood boiled while watching her stretch before her run. Her perpetually hard nipples stood out in her running top which barely held her large creamy breasts. Her taut abdomen was bare and beckoned him with sensuous promises. Often, he missed appointments because he rushed to the men's room to relieve himself to his nieces' pictures. He was ashamed of himself but couldn't stop. 

Whenever he got home early, Jack and Tiffany went running in the later afternoons to work off their stress but really to stay away from Aunt Eva. He loved running behind her and watching her ass bounce up and down in her tight little shorts. 

In the evenings, he tried not to get into trouble with his wife. Sometimes, after Eva went to bed, Tiffany and he stayed up late drinking some wine, talking and just watching old movies. They were friends, but he was flirting a lot. 

Everything changed one afternoon when Tiffany caught Uncle Jack peeking at her from the dark hallway while she was changing out of her bathing suit in the guest bathroom after a swim. The bathroom was adorned in bright blue and green sea glass, was luxurious but simple. Aunt Eva designed the room like a spa to extract the day's tension in either the large soaking tub or roomy shower lined with fragrant oils. Plush Portuguese bath rugs were scattered around the travertine tiled floor. Large soft towels and robes were stacked on the shelf underneath the makeup table opposite the double sinks. 

Without her knowing it, her uncle had come home very early. She should have realized something was going to happen eventually. She had accidentally left the bathroom door partially open since no one else was home. She did not hear Uncle Jack come home because she was listening to her Ipod but rather she caught a glimpse of him in the bathroom mirror. 

On the opposing hallway wall outside the bathroom was a large black framed mirror that showed her uncle pressed against the wall, hiding in the dark. He didn't know it. Through the combination of bathroom mirrors, Tiffany could see him peeking around the edge of the door. Although Uncle Jack was acting hesitant and nervous, he wasn't moving away from the door opening. Slowly, Tiffany realized he was waiting to see if she would undress in front of him. 

Still in his blue wool suit and striped red tie, Tiffany realized her uncle must be desperate to be creeping outside his niece's open door for a chance to catch her disrobing. Initially, Uncle Jack's behavior shocked Tiffany but then she felt sorry for him. Uncles aren't supposed to be spying on their niece undressing but Tiffany knew how hellish her sweet uncle's life had become. 

Tiffany thought about his last his sexual encounter with Aunt Eva in the cabin and her rubber gloves. Also, she could still feel the humiliation and shame of her aunt's slap. Since that night, Tiffany's anger festered and started to poison her normally sweet disposition because vengeance had become an obsession. 

Out of pity or maybe vengeance, Tiffany decided to give her uncle some inspiration for the next time he was so lucky. Tiffany didn't know what was wrong with her but she knew teasing her uncle was wrong yet she was enjoying her uncle's attention focused on her. Considering she was a homeless refugee from Louisiana with a boyfriend that dumped her, she hadn't felt special for a while. Guilt flashed through her mind but she discarded it. Her mother would kill her if she ever found out. She blushed as she promised herself not to tell a soul about this moment. 

Tiffany looked down in the mirror at her young firm body and decided to give Uncle Jack the show he trying to sneak. Tight stomach. Full breasts. Would he appreciate her? She knew she wasn't going to lose anything by letting Uncle Jack enjoy his sick little happiness. No one would ever know about her complicity with his voyeurism. She could innocently let the event unfold and it would be his fault. Luckily, she was dressed for the show in a bathing suit she had brought from New Orleans. 

Her mind flashed upon her ex-boyfriend. Feeling naughty, Tiffany knew her ex would be livid if he knew what she was going to do in front of her uncle. Tiffany's ex-boyfriend had bought the bathing suit for her because he could easily slip it off and fondle her when they were alone on his boat or in his parent's secluded pool. The blue bathing suit top had small triangles that slid freely on a thin cord so she could adjust the amount of exposure when laying out for a suntan. The bathing suit top had never covered much of her large breasts and actually, her nipples were barely hidden behind the material so she always had to be careful when she moved. 

The matching skimpy bottoms had the same thin cord as the top but tied in a bow on each side. She always double knotted the bow because the bottoms would easily fall off when her ex-boyfriend mischievously yanked on the cord. He was always so childish and jealous. Her ex-boyfriend's jealousy was eclipsed only by his ego; he was spoiled son of a neglectful, but prosperous businessman with a chain of nursing homes and funeral homes. They had broken up a month before the hurricane so she was feeling randy. 

Throwing care to the wind, Tiffany decided to tease Uncle Jack by slowly removing her bathing suit top. She felt wanton thinking about Uncle Jack stroking himself to the memory of his young niece undressing but she justified it because he wasn't getting anything from Aunt Eva. He was neglected and showing a little gumption so she was going to reward him. While swinging to Shania Twain blasting from her headphones, Tiffany scrunched the top's triangles inward along the thin cord until the pale skin of her normally unexposed breasts peeked out from behind the blue top. She kept reducing the amount of skin the top covered until only her pink, vanilla wafer sized nipples remained blocked from Uncle Jack's view. 

Her swaying, firm breasts were barely contained inside the thin blue top. While continuing to dance, Tiffany modeled in front of the mirror as if contemplating how she would look while lying by the pool. Slowly, she started swinging her ass in a slow figure eight to the beat of the music. Her smooth curvy mid section moved rhythmically. Bump and grind. With each bump of her hips, her pink nipples threatened to emerge from its blue shelter. Hopefully with a dark smile, she hoped her uncle was thinking how she looked in bed. 

Tiffany's hips didn't stop undulating when the song ended. Giggling to herself, she knew her uncle wouldn't know her ass was now moving for only his enjoyment. She secretly glanced at Uncle Jack's reflection in the mirror but he never moved. In the shadows, her uncle remained glued to the edge of the doorway while eyes were locked on her body. Since he continued spying on her while she was undressing, Tiffany decided to show him a little more skin. Brazenly, Tiffany reached behind her back and pulled on the thick cord of the bathing suit. The bow untied and she let the cords fall. Now, the bathing suit top hung freely over her breasts while she reached behind her neck to untie the final knot. She finally let the flimsy blue top fall to the floor and continued dancing. 

Jack couldn't believe his luck. From the darkness of the hallway, Jack could now catch glimpses of Tiffany's pink erect nipples. His Ducky had grown. Since seeing her at O'Hare, he had been waiting for this moment, for this view. Tiffany was gloriously naked except for a skimpy bathing suit bottom glued to her muscled ass cheeks. Unencumbered, he could see her fully exposed breasts gently swaying while she danced. They were heavy yet stood erect from her chest without a hint of sag. Finally, he could see the café latte colored flesh of her smooth breasts transitioning into the pale white unexposed skin normally hidden inside her bathing suit top. At the very edge of her tan line was her puffy pink areola topped with a stiff raspberry nipple. Jack admired her curvy succulent hips and abundant breasts in contrast to her long lean legs and flat stomach. She was exquisite and young. Watching her naked dancing body made his cock throb so he rubbed himself through his pants. He needed relief. 

After giving Uncle Jack a chance to memorize the view, Tiffany turned her back to her uncle and turned on the shower. Bending over to remove her blue bottoms, Uncle Jack had a perfect view of her hourglass shape and her tight white ass normally hidden under her bathing suit. After giving him a good, long view, Tiffany slowly stood upright. While waiting until the water temperature was just right, Tiffany stood naked in front of her uncle then climbed into the shower. After shutting the door, she turned around and watched for her uncle while she washed her hair. Because of the shadows through the clouded shower door, Tiffany knew Uncle Jack had stepped in front of the bathroom doorway and was staring at the foggy image of her naked body. Tiffany spread the lavender suds all over her body and made sure her uncle saw the attention she spent cleaning her breast and between her legs. 

Tiffany turned slowly and stood close to the shower door so her uncle had a good view of her naked ass. When she was done bathing and stepped out of the shower, Uncle Jack was gone. The hall way was empty. Tiffany wrapped herself in her short terry robe and went out into the living room but her uncle wasn't there. Then Tiffany realized he was in his bedroom with the door shut. With a devilish grin, Tiffany wondered if she got to him. 

Tiptoeing down the hall, Tiffany curiously listened at the bedroom door. She was rewarded with the faint rhythmic sound of mattress springs. She wondered if Uncle Jack was masturbating. Silently she turned the door knob and eased the door open until a crack of light from the bedroom appeared. Her uncle was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her and without his pants. She couldn't see anything but the unmistakenable stroking of his arm confirmed he was beating off. Tiffany took a secret delight in her victory as she shut the door. 

Intrigued by the effect she had on her uncle, Tiffany wanted more of a reaction from him. He seemed so withdrawn. Testing him, she started with simple female ploys such as showing a little more skin when she dressed or wearing tighter clothes. Now it was his turn to follow her around like a little duck. Teasingly, she routinely whispered secrets into his ear while her firm breasts pressed into his arm. He never withdrew but rather complimented Tiffany at every opportunity. Tiffany was pleased because Uncle Jack was quickly captivated with her. 

Tiffany wondered if maybe he was too captivated. He would forget to put the dishes back where they belonged or complete little errands timely for his wife. Uncle Jack was constantly in trouble with Aunt Eva. Often, he forgot to follow Aunt Eva's precise instructions and she became upset. 

But Tiffany knew it wasn't entirely his fault. Aunt Eva did not know about Tiffany's guerrilla tactics. Even when Uncle Jack followed Aunt Eva's commands exactly, Tiffany would follow behind him and misplace items just enough to annoy her aunt. Aunt Eva kept driving her husband away with a little help from Tiffany. Tiffany knew what Pastor Jennings would say to her. She could almost feel the blistering heat of his next sermon if he had a clue about what happened between her and her uncle. She buried the thought. 

A couple of nights after her uncle had spied on her in the shower, Tiffany decided to up the ante. Her aunt had struck another blow. Tiffany had received a slap to her dignity from her aunt that morning when she went out for her morning run. Out of earshot of the other residents, the big burly doorman, George, intercepted Tiffany in the middle of the lobby. The doorman's face didn't reveal his inner thoughts as he delicately explained, "Keep this our little secret. Your aunt instructed me to watch you very closely. She is worried something valuable might end up missing from her apartment and she wants me to watch you closely. Since we are both from Louisiana, I don't want you to be blamed so be careful around your aunt." 




Chicago via Katrina



Tiffany slowed down. It took a moment for the implied accusation of theft to sink in but then the insult hit her in the gut. Her breath escaped and tears blurred her vision. Unbelievably, her lousy aunt was telling strangers she was a thief. Tiffany wanted to sit down right there on the lobby floor and cry at the pain and embarrassment. The doorman's eyes betrayed his pity as he spoke, "Don't worry girl. We'll look out for you." 

Without another word, Tiffany ran out of the building and started her run along the lake. She ran twice as far and twice as fast as usual and with each step, repeated her mantra, "I'll get even." 

Tiffany wanted to get even. That night after Aunt Eva went to bed; Tiffany changed into her t-shirt and panties for bed. She then fixed up her bed on the couch with her sheets and blanket. Her uncle, on the other end of the couch, started to get up but Tiffany asked Uncle Jack, "I need a favor and I hope you can help me. I don't have anything to wear and I don't have any money. I only have two outfits and one of them is always in the washer so that Aunt Eva won't catch any germs. Can you please buy me a few things? I'll pay you back. It won't cost you much and I'll show you first. I have them bookmarked already on the laptop." 

Surprised, Uncle Jack recognized the t-shirt she was wearing as the same one that she was wearing when they first met at the airport. He had been paying too much attention to her long legs and momentary glimpses of her panties instead of noticing she was wearing the same t-shirt each night. Almost embarrassed, Uncle Jack responded, "Tiffany, I am so sorry. I should have thought about that. Of course, let's get you something to wear." 

"Great. Let me get the computer", Tiffany responded as she left the room knowing her uncle was staring at her legs. She refilled their glasses of wine before bringing the laptop to the couch and snuggling up to Uncle Jack so they both could see the screen. She let him operate the computer. While the laptop was starting up, Tiffany wrapped her arm around her uncle and looked over his shoulder at the screen. Although unstated, they were both aware of Tiffany's firm breast pressed against him. 

She had him go to a casual wear website and review the site's shopping cart for the items she had picked earlier. Tiffany pointed out the items she needed the most: some low rise jeans, t-shirts and a few tanks. Uncle Jack quickly agreed and completed the transaction. With a smile, he asked, "I am having it overnighted. Do you need anything else?" 

Thinking that she could toy with him a little bit, Tiffany directed him to the intimates sections, "I need some underwear too. What do you think of these?" 

Jack looked where Tiffany was pointing at some little thongs on sale. He tried to hide his excitement of looking at underwear for his niece. He just nodded as she pointed out what she liked. He was trying not to think about his niece in nothing but thong. It was hard to hide his enthusiasm with her firm breast pressed against his back and her sweet breath whispering in his ear. Her warm body melted against him while his hair bristled as her hand stroked the back of his neck. Jack glanced down the hallway towards the bedroom door where is wife was sleeping. He was safe for a moment.

Tiffany whispered while pointing at tiny black thong, "Do you think those would look good on me?" 

Tiffany got up on her knees on the couch and she raised the hem of her t-shirt to expose the back of her bikini panties for him to judge. She spread her knees widely and thrust her pelvis at her uncle. She felt wicked while exposing herself to him even though she knew he had clandestinely seen her naked in the bathroom. 

Jack was shocked by his niece but tried not to show it. He just stared at his niece's round taut ass covered in her tiny pink stripped panty. The panty hugged each ass cheek and in front, was pulled taut across her pubic mound. Jack became worried. Ducky smelled like jasmine but looked like trouble. She was beautiful, sexy and, it appeared, available. He felt his cock respond to the view and the temptation. Jack thought to himself, "Anything would look great on that ass." 

Jack got nervous because he was getting aroused again looking at his half naked niece, but this time she was so close. He held on to the computer tightly so Tiffany wouldn't see his hardening cock pushing against his sweat pants and to make sure he didn't try to touch Ducky. His sister would slit his throat if he harmed her. He watched as Ducky slowly turned to the side to show more of her sweet ass. Softly curved and tight, her ass was a work of art. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She slowly turned back towards him and held her t-shirt slightly higher against her unconfined breasts so her flat muscular tummy was fully exposed. Jack appreciated the work required to get such tight abdominal muscles. 

Jack knew he was in luck. Tiffany was holding the t-shirt up high enough so he could see the bottoms of her white full round breasts in contrast to her tanned flat tummy. He caught himself staring at the slight peek of her tits and let his eyes wander downwards past her cute belly button to Tiffany's pussy. Stuffed into her tiny panties, he could see her pubic mound pressed against the cloth and her cleft where it disappeared between her spread legs. He just looked at his vulnerable niece and absorbed the partially clothed view. He couldn't look up at her full luscious lips and big eyes because he would pull her down on the couch and try to kiss her, have her. He froze.

With a sparkle in her eye, Tiffany looked down on her uncle ogling her hips and waited for him to memorize this close up view until she thought he had seen enough. Tiffany wondered if her aunt would ever feel the sting of knowing her husband was absorbed by his niece's pussy and had masturbated while thinking about her. With a teasing little voice, Tiffany playfully pushed him, "What do you think would look better on me, Uncle Jack? Thong or a bikini? Why don't you pick and surprise me." 

Her uncle tore his eyes off of his niece as she curled up next to him. With her exposed hips resting against him, he started selecting an assortment of panties for her so that he would stop staring at her. He selected about a half dozen tiny lace or cotton thongs along with some sexy panties and then even included a couple of nighties. For the next hour, Tiffany had him select a couple of more outfits including shoes, summer dresses, a wicked Hello Kitty camisole set and a bathing suit. Each time he found a new outfit, Tiffany stretched out and let him imagine what she would look like in the item. 

The entire time they were shopping online, Tiffany made sure she nonchalantly rubbed her body against his body. Like familiar lovers, she held him close and fondled his muscular arm while he shopped the web. The atmosphere was thick with non-verbal promises along with a few spoken ones. "Uncle Jack, I'll model them for you when they arrive if you want me too." 

Tiffany knew she was getting under her uncle's skin and she had to admit that teasing him was indecent but fun and naughty. There was little evidence of their evening to upset her aunt. Luckily, the packages would arrive during the day so her aunt would never know what her husband had bought. "Don't worry Uncle Jack, I won't tell Aunt Eva that you helped me out. This will be our secret." 

When they finished the bottle of wine, Tiffany said she needed to go to sleep and waited for her uncle to get up from the couch. She waited to see evidence that she got to him. She was curious if his cock was hard and what it looked like but Uncle Jack kept her in the dark. While hiding his cock behind the computer, he turned away, excused himself and went to the guest bathroom. 

Tiffany was confused because he never used the guest bedroom. Slowly she understood. Tiffany knew there was only one reason for him to use the guest bathroom instead of the one in his bedroom. He was going to beat off before he got into bed with her aunt. Devilishly, Tiffany tiptoed to the door and listened. 

From behind the door, Tiffany could hear the distinctive sound of her lotion being pumped and applied. The tempo of his lubricated stroking mixed with his heavy breathing was intoxicating. She almost giggled and wanted to see what he was doing. With barely any effort on her part, Tiffany was proud of herself because she was able to arouse her uncle to the point of getting him to seek immediate relief. When she heard his breath quicken and a restrained groan snuck past the door, she knew she had won again. 

She felt so sexy. Tiffany scampered back to the couch, stretched out under the sheets and watched her uncle sheepishly sneak off to bed. With the lights out, Tiffany realized that this seduction game excited her as much as her uncle. Safely tucked under the sheet, she couldn't help herself as she spread her legs wide and slipped her hand along her flat tummy into her panties. She wasn't surprised by her wetness. Slowly, Tiffany rubbed her index finger over her hardened clit. She let her hand wander downward and slipped a finger inside her wet pussy and then, started slowly stroking her clit again. In the quiet of the dark living room, while everyone slept, Tiffany re-lived her teasing of her uncle until she quietly came with a shudder. 

Tiffany decided to help her uncle in his time in need. Whenever her wretched aunt appeared, her uncle's mood quickly turned from buoyant to melancholy before he slowly descended into despair. Tiffany knew she could make him buoyant again. To maintain her spell on her uncle, Tiffany started to stoop to underhanded tricks to keep his attention. 

The next night at dinner, Tiffany planned more of her seduction. Braless, she purposely had left an extra button of her baggy shirt undone. She kept serving her uncle small portions and let her uncle catch long lingering glimpses down her blouse while she was bent over. Hidden in the twilight of her blouse, Tiffany's naked breasts were just inches away from her uncle and he strained to get a good view. Tiffany was satisfied that he was still on the hook and kept reeling him in. Tiffany felt the evil satisfaction of teasing her uncle while her distracted aunt sat next to her at the table. 

Jack felt the pull. One moment he was staring into his niece's big green eyes while watching her long eyelashes wave at him and the next moment he was looking down her blouse at the valley between her lovely peaks. He had found heaven. When Ducky bent over to serve him, her blonde hair fell forward and blocked her view of him getting a guilt free look at her breasts. He could never get over how gorgeous her breasts were and how quickly his cock had swollen at the view. Jack knew he should have said something to his niece about her open blouse but he didn't want the show to stop; he wanted to see more of her. 

Jack was torn because he wanted to protect his niece but even more compelling, he wanted to possess her. He had seen enough of her in the bathroom to prompt him to see more, do more. He didn't care that his wife was at the table while he yearned for Ducky because he knew Eva would never notice his lust. He drank more wine while contemplating his dilemma. If Eva bothered to look up, it was obvious what was happening but she was lost in the Byzantine maze of her mind. But, she was oblivious to anything but her obsessions. He just ate quickly and asked Tiffany for more. 

In defiance of her aunt, Tiffany refused to consider the consequences of her conduct but rather watched with excitement as the sordid events unfolded. Continuing the tease, Tiffany kept supplying her uncle with additional yet small helpings. Repeatedly, Tiffany stood up with her back to her aunt and bent over at the waist to slowly serve her uncle the casserole. The front of her blouse would fall wide open for his covert examination and Tiffany's hanging breasts were on total display for her uncle while she served him dinner. Tiffany knew her stiff nipples were fully exposed to her uncle and ready for his caress. 

This enticement was played out repeatedly during dinner while her aunt continued eating unaware of Tiffany's slow seduction of her uncle because Eva just kept raging aimlessly at a judge she needed to see the next day. Tiffany despised her aunt's selfishness. Needless to say, all her aunt's yammering was lost on Uncle Jack while he stared down his niece's blouse. Tiffany amusingly noticed that after dinner, her uncle ran off to the bathroom for a shower; she assumed it was a cold shower. 

About a week after the packages with her new clothes arrived, before her uncle went to work, Tiffany let her uncle catch her partially clothed in the living room while she was dressing in the morning. Tiffany tried to justify it. Her aunt had already left and had berated her for not getting some towels out of the dryer from yesterday. Tiffany decided to penalize her aunt by pleasing her uncle. She quickly took off her t-shirt and shorts before putting on some of her new underwear.

Tiffany giggled to herself, "If the living room is my bedroom, why wouldn't I be painting my toe nails in my panties and bra?" She posed on the couch with one foot on the coffee table and waited for him. She wore the sexiest of the underwear her uncle had purchased, a black plunging front bra which provided almost no coverage and tiny thong that barely covered her pubic mound. Her ripe breasts were barely held inside their cups.

When her uncle walked into the living room, he froze. His surprised eyes narrowed so he could focus on her breasts stuffed into their lace cups. He was late to work but didn't hurry to leave; rather he made up reasons to stay a little longer. Without saying a word to him, Tiffany spread her legs slowly and sensuously as she painted each toe nail so her uncle could fully appreciate the view. Tiffany smiled to herself watching him trying to hide his excitement while staring at her round ass cheeks peeking out under the thong or her breasts spilling out of her bra. Finally, he left when he couldn't make up another reason to stay. 

Jack rushed to work but decided he was disgusted with himself. He always seemed to be orbiting around his niece. He knew it was wrong but kept finding reasons to get closer to Ducky. He took advantage of this and snuck many forbidden glimpses of his niece's flesh but it never went too far. He never tired of watching for her blouse to accidentally open and reveal her round breasts in their dainty bras or better yet, not in a bra. 

Jack thought to himself that she didn't seem to mind his ogling. Jack had seen so much of his niece's partially naked body, he knew the color and size of her dark pink nipples and that she had a small mole on her left ass cheek. He was only playing a game that brought the sparkle back into his eyes and made the blood rush through his veins. Jack knew he didn't heed Eva's orders so quickly whenever he thought he had a chance to see up Ducky's skirt or into the fold of her robe. 

Jack was happy with this arrangement until he came home one day and Tiffany gleefully informed him, "Momma is getting us a FEMA trailer while we rebuild. Everyone is going back to rebuild. The insurance company promised to pay. Momma is sending me plane tickets for home for next weekend. Isn't it great? I get to go home!" 

Tiffany saw the change in her uncle when she told him the news. He was devastated. She realized that she had become his cure for his wife's antics and the medicine was running out; she was leaving him. They had developed an odd relationship. He was infatuated with her and she loved her uncle's adulation so he kept giving her compliments. She let him see forbidden glimpses and he forgot his problems. In the middle of her biggest crisis, she felt wanted and needed by him. When Aunt Eva wasn't around, he kept flirting with her and Tiffany flirted back. Their behavior wasn't appropriate but they stayed on this side of trouble until the night before Tiffany headed back to New Orleans. 

Sadly, to try to smooth things over before his niece left, Jack talked Eva into a final dinner at local eatery for Tiffany but it was a disaster. The evening was a waste. As much as Jack tried to remain upbeat during the dinner, Eva wore him down. It was a tense meal with Eva worried about the kitchen staff's cleanliness and hurling veiled insults at Tiffany. Eva acted like a prisoner forced to eat her last meal. 

Afterwards, Tiffany selected a romantic comedy to watch while she packed for her trip home. The three of them were watching while drinking their second bottle of Bordeaux for that evening. Tiffany even managed to sneak a couple of glasses for herself without Aunt Eva noticing while she packed. With the wine and the tense dinner, Aunt Eva got tired and cranky quickly. 

Abruptly during the romantic part of the movie, Aunt Eva announced that she was going to bed and gave orders to Tiffany, "We need to go to my company picnic early tomorrow. Have breakfast ready for us when we get up." 

But before she left, Aunt Eva inspected the kitchen and complained that Tiffany was worthless because she found watermarks in the sink. Aunt Eva looked Tiffany in the eyes and coldly stated, "You have done nothing while you were here but disrupt our lives. I can't wait for you to leave." 

As she left the room, Aunt Eva instructed Uncle Jack to go to bed too so that Tiffany could finish cleaning up before she went to sleep. Aunt Eva slammed the bedroom door behind her. 

Embarrassed by his wife's tantrum, Uncle Jack tried, unsuccessfully, to smooth it over, "She didn't mean that. She had a trying day in court. I'll finish cleaning." 

Tiffany was livid. She wanted to hurt her aunt. Tiffany never hated anybody before but now her aunt was on the list. Instead of a smart comeback, Tiffany responded by standing up and in a huff, announcing that she was going to get ready for bed too. Tiffany slipped into the hallway bathroom but she knew Uncle Jack would be waiting for her on the couch. He didn't want Tiffany to leave. Tiffany knew that if Aunt Eva wasn't such a bitch, Uncle Jack wouldn't have been interested in what was in her pants. Aunt Eva pushed them together ever since Tiffany escaped the New Orleans flood. Her aunt finally pushed Tiffany too hard. 

Tiffany looked into the mirror and decided to get even. If her uncle wanted to drool over his niece, why not give him a good reason. A couple of weeks earlier while Aunt Eva was out, Uncle Jack awkwardly gave her a present that he claimed Aunt Eva rejected. Uncle Jack whispered as he gave it to her, "Don't let your Aunt Eva know I gave it to you but it would look great on you." 

Tiffany had been surprised. Romantic lingerie is not something he would have given Aunt Eva but even if it was, it is not something you should re-gift to your young niece. Tiffany knew from the way her uncle looked at her, he had bought the lingerie for her. Anticipating his reaction, Tiffany quickly stripped, got ready for bed, applied a hint of perfume and slipped into her new thin peasant nightshirt. She decided against wearing the matching panties with a malicious grin. A note of jasmine followed her out of the room. 

When Tiffany came out of the bathroom on that fateful night, she was only wearing a touch of perfume and her uncle's gift; the long sleeved billowy white peasant shirt with loose elastic at the neck and shoulders allowing her to wear it off her shoulders. Not quite transparent, it forecast exactly how Tiffany would look naked. Uncle Jack had his back to her so Tiffany struck a pose in the door way and waited. Curious, her uncle turned around and stared at Tiffany in shock. Uncle Jack couldn't say a word. He just gawked. Tiffany stood at the door with her best sultry look and let her uncle drink in the view. 




Chicago via Katrina



From the lustful look on his face, he liked what he saw. Tiffany's tanned bare shoulders contrasted nicely with the white gauzy nightgown. The loose peasant shirt draped across her breasts and tented away from her body. Tiffany knew Uncle Jack was smiling because the bright bathroom light created a detailed silhouette of her naked body in the short white cotton gown. The long flared lace sleeves covered the tips of her extended fingers but the nightshirt rode high on her thighs. His eyes followed her tanned legs up to her hem while his mind traveled farther north. "Do you like your present?" Tiffany whispered to her uncle. 

With his eyes never looking up, slowly he responded, "I love it." 

Tiffany turned off the bathroom light after she knew she had her uncle's attention. With a happy bounce, she quietly strolled across the dimly lit room with a bottle of lotion and stood in front of Uncle Jack who pretended to be watching the movie instead of her. 

Tiffany handed the bottle of lotion to Uncle Jack, sat down on the leather ottoman with her back towards him and cooed "Would you be a doll and put some lotion on my back. My skin seems so dry and I just painted my nails." 

Tiffany's ploy was obvious but Uncle Jack was oblivious. Tiffany knew she had his full undivided attention in her translucent gown. Tiffany had accepted her uncle's invitation by wearing his clandestine gift. She had started her final assault on Uncle Jack and Tiffany could feel surrendering. Aunt Eva's instincts were good and she must have known instinctively that something was wrong. From behind the closed bedroom door, Aunt Eva screeched, "Come to bed, Jack. I'm tired." 

Tiffany was furious at that bitch, Aunt Eva, for interrupting. Instinctively, Uncle Jack started to leave so Tiffany countered Aunt Eva's interruption by stretching the elastic neckline down over her shoulders and pulled the gown partially down her back. Uncle Jack watched as his niece's upper back was exposed. With a questioning look, Tiffany glanced over her bare shoulder at her uncle, flashed her big soulful grey eyes and fluttered her long eyelashes at him. Tiffany pleaded, "Just a little bit before you go." 

Tiffany was going to miss Uncle Jack and she knew her uncle was going to miss her. This was his last chance. He had a choice of rubbing lotion into his niece's toned upper back or dutifully scurrying to bed with his neurotic wife. Her uncle hesitated for only a moment and whispered to Tiffany conspiratorially, "No problem. Just for a moment but then I have to go to bed." 

Jack warmed the lotion in his large hands and then started rubbing it into Tiffany's upper back and shoulders. At first, he was methodical and then, gradually, Jack's touch became more sensual. This was the first time he had touched Tiffany. His fingers were in ecstasy; she was smooth, warm and lush. Nervously, he kept applying more lotion on her bare skin. He kept running his hands over her shoulders, along her neck and down her back.

After a few minutes, Tiffany knew her skin couldn't soak up anymore lotion but she didn't want her uncle to stop. As he covered more of her upper back with lotion, Tiffany whispered, "I don't want the lotion to get into my hair or stain my new gown so let me help you." 

Tiffany stretched the elastic neckline enough that she could slip both of her arms out of her nightshirt's neck hole and let the nightshirt slip down her curvy torso to her narrow waist. Tiffany was now topless with her back to her uncle. The light cotton gown lay crumbled around her waist. Tiffany lifted her thick blonde mane up off her neck with both hands, held it and arched her back towards him. 

Tiffany knew Aunt Eva's boney scrawny body couldn't compete with her young, firm body but she wondered what Uncle Jack was going to do about it. In the window's reflection, Tiffany could see Uncle Jack was in a quandary because his niece was half-naked and his demanding wife was in the next room. His eyes darted between the hallway leading to his bedroom door and her naked torso. Tiffany knew her flesh under his hands would eventually win. With Uncle Jack's thumbs on each side of her spine and his fingers spread out across her back, her uncle slowly slid his hands down Tiffany's back and then went back up again. It was a sensual slow massage. Tiffany enjoyed his forbidden attention. 

Tiffany encouraged him, "Uncle Jack, that feels so good. Please don't stop." 

Tiffany felt so naughty with her arms above her head while her uncle's hands were exploring her body and his miserable wife was in the next room. Actually, she felt strong and in control. Originally, she tortured him because she didn't like Aunt Eva and wanted to help Uncle Jack, but now her feelings turned into something more perverse. Tiffany got so much pleasure from making Uncle Jack so horny. He was willing to disregard everything and lust after his niece. Tiffany had never felt so sexy or so powerful. None of her ex-boyfriends were willing to risk much for her but her uncle was risking his life and all of his family connections for a chance to fondle his niece. Tiffany decided to see how far he would go. 

Jack just stared at his half naked niece sitting in front him. Drained of energy by his wife's neurosis, Jack couldn't continue to fight the temptation. He knew he was slipping into a dark void that crippled all of his rational thought. His fingers marveled how soft yet firm her body was while he continued to apply the lotion to her glimmering skin. She was totally accessible to him. He could easily apply lotion from the top of her long neck to the bottom of her flared hips or even lower if he dared. Jack realized Ducky wasn't wearing underwear and marveled that Ducky's muscled back didn't have a single tan line except for the unexposed flesh left behind by her tiny bikini bottoms. 

Jack regretted not spending more time at the pool with her. But, around the sides of her tanned back, he caught glimpses of the white curves of the sides of her full breasts. He maintained this rhythmic motion while he strained his neck to see Tiffany's breasts in the window's reflections. Although, the reflection distorted his view of her generous breasts, he knew he was seeing something inappropriate as her breasts swayed with each stroke of his palm down her back. Jack's zeal while applying the lotion was evidence he was enjoying squeezing her young body. He seemed to be memorizing where his fingertips rippled along her ribcage. 

Tiffany felt Uncle Jack rubbing lotion into her back as his hands drifted farther around each side of her muscular torso. Tiffany wanted him to be more aggressive so she pushed him to try something, "Uncle Jack, can you get along my sides and my tummy too. My skin is so dry." 

Shakily, Uncle Jack replied, "Okay Ducky. Just a little bit more." 

With the next down stroke, his long fingers snuck around the edge of Tiffany's back and he started to massage the lotion into the sides of her torso. Because his hands were so large, his fingers easily wrapped around to front edge of Tiffany's chest. With both of Tiffany's arms still holding her hair above her head he could easily fondle her upper body. Tiffany wriggled underneath his hands and arched her back so he knew she was enjoying it. Her uncle kept testing Tiffany to see how far she would let him go. With each stroke up or down her back his fingers slipped further around her sides until finally, he was touching the base of her fleshy breasts. 

Tiffany knew Uncle Jack wanted to feel more of her breasts. He had been deprived. Aunt Eva's breasts only filled an A cup while hers were a full C cup. Aunt Eva always hid her breasts under a heavily padded bra and baggy tops. Happily, Tiffany's firm breasts stood straight out and she was proud to show them off in a tight, low-cut t-shirts. Tiffany only wore a bra to hide her constantly erect nipples sitting high on her breast. Without a bra, every man's eyes always focused on her nipples poking through her t-shirts. Previously, Tiffany caught Uncle Jack staring many times at her nipples but now, instead of just looking, Uncle Jack was close to touching them. Each time his fingertips pressed along the side of her breasts, Tiffany released a low slow moan to encourage him to be more adventurous. 

Tiffany inspired him by whispering, "That feels so good, Uncle Jack, but I am not going to tell anyone because I don't want to share you. Nobody has ever made me feel so good. I would do anything for you." 

With those words lingering in the air, Tiffany wondered what her uncle was going to do. She leaned back against him as his fingers slid down her torso to her hips and then his hand slipped around the side to the pelvic bones. Uncle Jack responded in a low sexy growl, "I'm glad you like it, Ducky. You felt so tense, but you seem to be more relaxed now." 

"Don't forget my tummy. I don't want you to stop now, Uncle Jack." 

Jack tentatively started to rub lotion into the soft flesh of her tummy. His fingers cautiously moved downward until his fingers would normally be deep inside her panties, that is, if Ducky was wearing any panties. His oiled fingers brushed over the top of pubic hair. On the up stroke, his fingers traveled up Tiffany's narrow frame, over her ribcage until he barely touched the base of her breasts again. Jack was grateful that his niece couldn't see his raging hardon. He wanted to do so much more to her. 

Uncle Jack was breathing harder and Tiffany could feel his hands shake. With each stroke, Tiffany felt her uncle test her more by felling more of her pert breasts and pubic mound. Tiffany didn't object as his fingers spread the creamy lotion beyond where an uncle should be touching his young niece. Tiffany's body reacted immediately. With all of her flirting and teasing in the past two months, her pussy started to leak and her hardened nipples ached to be touched. With a clandestine rocking of her hips, she rubbed her pussy against the smooth leather of the ottoman. It only made matters worse. 

Jack purred to Tiffany while obscuring his intent. "Ducky, you have such perfect skin. You're lucky. Soft, smooth and without a single blemish. Your boyfriend was stupid for dropping you. He must regret that decision daily because I can't stop touching you." 

His oily hands traveled up Tiffany's torso until his fingers rested against the very bottom curve of her breasts. He stopped. Tiffany sensed he was making a decision so she didn't move. Both of her arms were high in the air still holding her hair up off of her shoulders. Finally, with both hands, his fingers slowly rose up the soft curves of her breasts into forbidden territory. More of his fingers were now touching her breasts. Two, Three, four and then five fingers until, finally, he was cupping her breasts with his palms. Uncle Jack was waiting to see if Tiffany would object, but she didn't. She only moaned in encouragement. "You don't have to stop, Uncle Jack." 

Now, Jack couldn't stop himself as his hands slid up further along her bust until his fingertips touched her erect nipples. Stuck behind his niece, he desperately wanted to see what his hands were touching. Instinctively, he cupped her entire breast and ran his finger over her puffy red nipples. Her body responded. He could feel Tiffany's nipples grow rigid and puffy with his caress. Jack started rubbing the lotion into her flushed breasts cradled in his large hands. 

Tiffany didn't protest while her flesh slipped between his fingers as he freely kneaded her tits. Tiffany wanted relief but she could only moan and rub her pussy against the ottoman. Aggressively, he tweaked Tiffany's hardened nipples between his thumb and forefinger. His hands now roamed freely over the front of her body. Tiffany was purring like a kitten while pressing her body against his hands. 

Uncle Jack leaned closer to Tiffany so he could see her breasts cupped in his hands and she could feel his breath on the side of her neck. Removing her arm, she arched her neck sideways and let Uncle Jack's soft lips touch her neck. It was electrifying. Tiffany smiled to herself. Uncle Jack couldn't call this an accident. She wanted him to continue groping her, molesting her, pleasing her but before anything could happen, Aunt Eva screamed, "Jack, turn off the damn TV and come to bed now." 

Tiffany jumped. Sadly, Uncle Jack jerked his arms away from her and froze. Finally, he whispered, "I better go to bed, Ducky. Too much wine. Good night." 

Tiffany knew she lost the moment. The turning point had passed but she was pleased that Uncle Jack had finally made a pass at her. She would always have something over her aunt. With her back still to her uncle, Tiffany let her hair fall down over her shoulders and slipped her arms back into the nightshirt. She covered herself, stood up and turned around as Uncle Jack rose. He looked down at her dark hardened nipples poking through the white nightshirt and Tiffany looked up at him trying to hide his enormous erection. He towered over Tiffany. 

Awkwardly, he bent down to kiss Tiffany goodnight. Instinctively, her hands slid up along his large chest and locked behind his neck while she looked up into his eyes. He nervously smiled back at Tiffany until she stretched up on her toes, closed her eyes, pulled his head down and gently pressed their lips together. Tiffany compressed their bodies together and waited. Her uncle's cock, still swollen, was pressed against her tummy. Her uncle didn't know what to do. Tiffany didn't pull back from their kiss but rather parted her lips and waited for her uncle to make the next move. He could push her away or pursue her. Her inviting lips were soft and warm. Uncle Jack was torn and tried to kiss her platonically. Tiffany didn't let him go and their lips remained locked until her uncle finally relented to the sexual tension and slipped his tongue into her mouth. 

With an explosion, they went after each other like starving people eating a stolen meal. With a building pressure, Tiffany sucked his tongue into her mouth and he started to kiss her with real passion. They ground their lips together. She moaned as she rubbed her crotch against his thigh. Tiffany ran her fingers through his soft black hair while they kissed and his hands fondled her lower back and ass through her thin nightshirt. The kiss lasted less than a minute but Tiffany will always remember it, a stolen illicit kiss that they could not reveal to anyone else. 

Their kiss turned soft and sensuous while they explored the limits of their passion. Tiffany's breasts were pressed tightly against his chest while his hard cock throbbed against her belly. Tiffany was so aroused that if they were alone and he was her boyfriend, Tiffany would have fucked him right there. 

Instead, knowing Aunt Eva was dangerously awake, Tiffany broke off their wet kiss with a tiny laugh and whispered, "Thank you for everything, Uncle Jack. You made me feel so good tonight. I'll miss you." With a toss of her blond hair, she teased him, "You better run off to bed before she calls you again." 

Quickly, Tiffany turned her back to him, switched off the television and laid the sheets out on the couch for her bed. Jack waited a moment and then tiptoed down the hall. His last image of her was her pale ass cheeks clearly exposed under the short nightshirt while she bent over to make her bed. 

Uncle Jack's cock remained hard so he had to hide it from his wife. Luckily her back was to him so he turned off the light, crawled into bed and tried to forget his niece. He couldn't. Tiffany was gorgeous, sexy and leaving the next day. She seemed so willing but he felt so guilty. His hands had been all over his niece and he finally touched her intimately. He had fondled her pert breasts and she enjoyed it. He wanted more from her but this was his niece. His sister would kill him if she ever found out what he had already done to her daughter. He tried to sleep. 

After turning off the lights and going to bed, Tiffany lay there in an aroused state diddling her clit while replaying their kiss. It was so wrong but so exciting. She had gotten even with Aunt Eva by making her husband want her instead of his wife. Tiffany kept drifting in and out of consciousness but she always seemed to be thinking about Uncle Jack. Tiffany's dreams were peppered with momentary flashes of her mom and her pastor looking down at her in disgust. They were judging her, berating her. In her twilight slumber, Tiffany could hear Pastor Jennings whisper, "You are going to hell. You're nothing but a little slut, Tiffany." 

Tiffany couldn't sleep and felt guilty now for pushing Uncle Jack too far. He wouldn't have done this without her prompting and teasing. He was always so nice. Tiffany promised herself she would apologize in the morning. They didn't go too far so she hoped everything would be alright. She drifted off to sleep. 

A noise from the back of the hall way awoke her. It was 4am. She knew what it was. Tiffany knew she had pushed Uncle Jack too far when she heard the large bedroom door creak. It was still very dark out except for the moon. Her uncle gently shut the bedroom door behind him and left Aunt Eva sleeping alone in their bed. His soft steps brushed down the dark hallway. Tiffany knew the sounds in his high-rise condominium because she had been sleeping on his couch for the past two months. Uncle Jack stepped out from the hallway into a patch of moonlight flooding the living room through the floor to ceiling windows facing Lake Michigan. 

Tiffany knew that Uncle Jack couldn't sleep after fondling her on the living room couch but she didn't know what her uncle was going to do. Tiffany was lying on her back with one arm over her head as if she was trying to shield her eyes from the moonlight. One leg was bent and laid out to her side. With the sheet pulled up around her neck, Tiffany could clandestinely watch her uncle standing in his plaid boxers and muscle t-shirt while he tried to figure out if she was awake. In a whisper, he called out, "Tiffany, are you asleep?" 

Tiffany didn't answer. 

Again he whispered, "Tiffany, are you awake? I wanted some water." 

Tiffany quietly watched him as he walked past the couch towards the kitchen. Even in the darkness, she could see Uncle Jack peering down at her, devouring her. He stopped beside her. A strip of moonlight illuminated the sheet covering her body but the darkness still concealed Tiffany's face. She knew this was her time to stop anything further from happening but she realized she didn't want it to end. She wanted more from him but decided to let her uncle make the next move. She was excited at the thought. Again, he whispered, "Tiffany?" 

From the darkness, Tiffany just quietly looked up through her clenched eyes and continued her heavy breathing. Tiffany knew her uncle wanted to see more of her body because she had teased him so much and now, she was leaving. His little fantasy would soon be gone but he waited in silence. Uncle Jack appeared torn and unsure of himself until finally he leaned over and lifted the bottom edge of the sheet until Tiffany's bare legs were exposed. Her uncle kept moving the sheets so more and more of Tiffany's legs were exposed. Tiffany knew Uncle Jack liked her long curvy legs because he often told her it was one of her best features. He was stepping further over the line. 

Even in the darkness, Tiffany could see her uncle was using his other hand to stroke himself through his boxers. Her uncle lifted the sheet a little more until he could see the lace hem of Tiffany's nightshirt. Gently, he set down the sheet and stared down at her long legs and concealed hips. A predator scrutinizing his prey. The hem was just below Tiffany's crotch and she knew he was trying to see as much of her as possible. Her uncle was so horny he couldn't stop himself. 




Chicago via Katrina



Uncle Jack took another step over the line when he reached down and raised the nightshirt's hem all the way up to the soft slope of her tummy. Tiffany's blonde pussy was now totally exposed and her breathing started to quicken. She tried to hide it. Her uncle just stared down at her trimmed pubic patch illuminated by the moonlight and stroked himself. Tiffany felt herself become wet and excited in response to his gaze. 

Finally, Uncle Jack reached down and hooked his fingers under the back of Tiffany's knee. Slowly, as if carrying a full glass of water, he lifted her leg until her knee was leaning against the back of the couch. He then nudged Tiffany's other knee further outwards towards him. Tiffany's last secrets were bared before her uncle. Tiffany's long limbs lay spread wide open for Uncle Jack to see her moist pink pussy in the moonlight. Uncle Jack's hand shook as he touched her inner thigh. He obviously wanted more from her. 

His caress along her inner thigh was as light as a feather so he would not wake Tiffany. She clandestinely watched as his finger traced along her smooth firm thigh and up to her little patch of blonde hair. His touch was so light that when he touched Tiffany's pubic strip, he barely moved a hair. She half heartedly hoped he wouldn't go farther. If he dipped his finger down between her legs, he would know how excited she was from his sexual exploration. Satisfied that Tiffany was still asleep, her uncle sat down on the edge of the dark walnut coffee table and gently pulled his niece's nightshirt up over her breasts. 

In the moonlight, Tiffany was fully exposed and accessible to him. The soft lunar glow highlighted the raised portions of her tight belly and the side of pert breasts while darkness enveloped the hollow of belly button and the chasm between her spread legs. Tiffany stealthily watched him has he pulled down his boxers and reached for the lotion still sitting on the cocktail table where he left it earlier that night. He turned towards her as Tiffany watched him apply the lotion to his large hard cock. 

Tiffany almost blew her cover and gasped. This was the first time she saw her uncle's enlarged cock and it was immense. He was nearly twice as large as her ex-boyfriend's cock. Uncle Jack's hand couldn't even close around the shaft. He seemed to take forever to run his lubricated hand up and down his rigid, pulsating cock as he stared down at her naked body. Mesmerized by his massive appendage, Tiffany did not notice his other hand softly kneading her tender breast. Tiffany's dark red nipple was rock hard and her uncle slowly rolled it between his thumb and fore finger. His tender caress sent sparks to Tiffany's pussy and her body responded to his touch. Tiffany's pussy ached for his attention and she could feel the sheets get wet underneath her. 

Tiffany forgot about her mom, Aunt Eva and Pastor Jennings. She wanted Uncle Jack as much as he wanted her. Her pussy was soaked, her nightgown up to her neck and her uncle was fondling her while he thought she was sleeping. Tiffany's swollen clit needed tender stroking to relieve some pent up sexual pressure. Actually, she wanted Uncle Jack to fill her blond pussy. She couldn't stop her desire after she had seen his cock.

Tiffany couldn't take it anymore so, abruptly, she sat up and turned towards Uncle Jack. His eyes were closed with the look a sheer pleasure on his face but they suddenly opened when he realized something was wrong. Their eyes met. Her uncle panicked as if he just saw a ghost. In mock surprise, Tiffany softly demanded, "Oh my god. Uncle Jack, what are you doing to me?" 

Fumbling, Uncle Jack tried to hide his cock behind his hands because he couldn't pull up his boxers. Tiffany continued to tease him with a mock cry, "What is my mom going to say? What will Aunt Eva say? They are going to think I am such a slut." 

Uncle Jack tried to explain with a stammer, "I... I was thirsty and...I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me. Please don't mention anything about this to any one. Please!" 

Uncle Jack was starting to panic and Tiffany could see the fear in his eyes so she let him off the hook. Tiffany reached over and pulled his hands away from his proud cock. Tiffany looked straight at his cock and teasingly questioned him. "Uncle Jack, you are so big. I have never seen a cock so big. Does it hurt when it gets that big and hard?" 

He didn't know what to say. Uncle Jack bewilderedly replied, "No. I just got too excited giving you that backrub tonight and I couldn't stop thinking about you. I couldn't sleep and it has been so long. I'm sorry." 

He had stopped stroking his cock, but it was still engorged. Tiffany taunted him, "Did you get too excited tonight and need my help? I don't have any rubber gloves." 

Jack smiled at her joke and reluctantly nodded his head, yes. Now, he knew she wanted him. Tiffany's nightgown was pulled up above her breasts and her knees were spread as he left them. Tiffany didn't cover up but rather slipped a finger down to her wet pussy and continued teasing her uncle while his eyes were diverted downwards across her naked body. 

Tiffany purred, "Were you being bad and touching me while I was sleeping? What did you want to do to me, Uncle Jack?" 

It was Tiffany's turn to step over the line. She reached out and tried to get her hand around her uncle's still rigid cock. Uncle Jack didn't move. He just watched his niece's painted finger nails wrap around his stiff cock. Tiffany needed both hands to hold it when she started to stroke him. It was hot and heavy. Her uncle's cock was larger than she imagined. Uncle Jack stopped trying to hide his cock from her as Tiffany's hand slid up to the base of his shaft. She just looked down at the round smooth head of his cock and licked her lips. 

With big green luminous eyes, Tiffany purred, "What did you want to do to me, Uncle Jack?" 

Tiffany was surprised that Uncle Jack changed his tone so easily when he sensed that she wasn't upset. He whispered roughly to Tiffany, "I want you to suck my cock. Yes, you little tease. I wanted to feel your gorgeous tits and stick my fingers into your red hot cunt. I want your lips wrapped around my cock. Eva doesn't like to suck cock but I know you'll love it." 

Uncle Jack didn't say a word as Tiffany leaned forward and lowered her mouth down around the head of his cock. As Tiffany locked her lips around his shaft, she looked up and found him staring down at her naked breasts and legs. Tiffany could barely fit more than the mushroom head of his cock into her mouth but she sucked and licked him with unbridled passion. While leaning over the side of the couch and sucking his cock, she had one hand quickly sliding up and down his shaft. Frequently, when she got to the base of his cock, she would slide her hand around and fondle his balls. 

Tiffany slipped his cock out of her mouth, looked up at him and teasingly asked again, "Do you still need my help, Uncle Jack? Couldn't Aunt Eva help you?" 

Tiffany started sucking his cock again as he whispered, "Yes, I need your help. Oh, god. Tiffany, I want you to suck me so badly. Eva never does. She never even tries. I have waited forever for this moment. Please, suck me, baby." 

The house was dark and silent except for Tiffany slurping on her uncle's cock and her hand sliding up and down his shaft. It wasn't loud enough to wake Aunt Eva but Tiffany listened for her aunt in the darkness. Tiffany didn't want to be caught naked with Uncle Jack's cock in her mouth and try to explain to her mom why she got kicked out. Undisturbed, Uncle Jack had his eyes focused on Tiffany's wobbling breasts. He ran his fingers along side her temple and through her silky hair as she continued sucking him. 

Uncle Jack cupped the back of Tiffany's head with his large hand and let her know he was serious when he whispered, "Tiffany, I want to cum in your sweet little mouth. I want you to swallow everything I give you. You have such a pretty mouth when it's wrapped around my cock. You be sure to swallow it all so we don't have to clean it up." 

Jack held the back of Tiffany's head as he leaned back and enjoyed the oral ride. He knew this wasn't her first time since his niece was wonderful at sucking cock. He slipped his other hand all over her chest and fondled her breasts while she ravaged his cock. Finally, this was the moment he was waiting for after months of beating off. His niece's blond tussle was bobbing up and down on his cock while he felt her naked body. With one arm, he held the back her head and with his other arm, alternated between massaging her tits, and stroking her clit while she slurped and sucked his rock hard cock. 

Tiffany knew Uncle Jack enjoyed fucking her mouth so she decided she was going to get every bit of sperm out of him. When Uncle Jack slipped his fingers into her pussy, Tiffany squeezed down with everything she could muster. His long fingers went deep inside her and pressed hard enough to make her eyes flutter. Then he would slip his fingers back out of her and then he would repeat it again. She realized she loved to be finger fucked. Tiffany pressed her pelvis against his hand with each stroke but she needed to pay attention to his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Their sweat mixed together as their bodies rubbed against each other. 

Finally, he grabbed the back of Tiffany's head with both hands as his cock started to spasm and he exploded deep into her mouth. Spurt after hot spurt shot down Tiffany's throat. She loved the salty taste. Tiffany wrapped her fingers tightly around her uncle's cock and pumped him with a wicked passion so she could drain all of the juice out of him. The couch wobbled with each thrust. Some of his sperm escaped out of the corner of her mouth and dribbled down her chin but she kept sucking and swallowing everything she could get out of him. 

He let out a long low moan as he convulsed above her. Tiffany pulled his cock out of her warm mouth for the last few spurts and let him ejaculate over her face. He watched as his hot salty sperm splashed across her nose and eyebrow and started oozing down her beautiful face. Uncle Jack slumped forward with Tiffany's hand wrapped around his cock and his fingers still in her unsatisfied pussy. 

Damn it thought Tiffany. She was too good too soon. He fell across her and leaned against the back of the couch. After a few moments of silence, Uncle Jack whispered. "Tiffany, it is almost 5am. Aunt Eva's alarm is going to go off soon but I'm not done with you." 

Uncle Jack picked up Tiffany while kissing her and carried her to the dining room where they couldn't be seen from the hallway. He set her down on the ding room table. Her hot ass on the cold black marble table top didn't cool Tiffany down during their kiss. Rather, he pushed her back and had her lay down on the table with her legs hanging over the edge. Without hesitation, Uncle Jack sat down and placed his lips on Tiffany's soaked pussy. His probing tongue swirled around her clit as it swelled and hardened. Like a feral cat in heat, Tiffany placed her hand on the back of her uncle's head and ground her pussy against his warm soft mouth. While writhing under his tongue, Tiffany whispered, "Oh god. Eat me, Uncle Jack. Fuck me with your tongue. Show me what you want to do to me with your large cock." 

Tiffany looked around. Through the large windows, Tiffany could see a beautiful day developing over Lake Michigan as she locked her legs around his back. She was happy. She finally had her uncle trying to fuck her and tasted sweet revenge against her aunt. From inside the luxurious high-rise, Chicago had seemed stern, cold and brutal but this morning's light revealed a hidden torrid, passionate side to Chicago. She realized that she wasted her time in Chicago worrying about her aunt. Like leaving a play too early, she was going to miss how it would turn out. 

While Uncle Jack continued licking her pussy, Tiffany looked down between her breasts and their eyes met. Tiffany's knees were bent and her heels were perched on the edge of the cool marble countertop. Uncle Jack's head was locked between her tanned thighs but Tiffany pressed down on the back of his head so his tongue would go deeper inside her. With a shudder, Tiffany felt the first tiny orgasm sweep over her. It was just the first crack in the dam as she gave a little shudder. 

Tiffany wanted more from him so she sat up and pushed her uncle back into his chair. Tiffany leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Take off your boxers." 

Within a moment, his blue stripped boxers were around his ankles while Tiffany straddled the chair in her night gown. She pulled the gown over her head and let it fall to the floor. Jack stared at her breasts. They were better than he remembered. Standing straight out, her breasts offered her amazing puffy nipples for his pleasure. She leaned forward and placed her nipple between his lips while grasping for his massive cock.

Tiffany found his cock was rock hard again standing erect from his lap beneath her. She couldn't believe how quickly he recovered. Cautiously, Tiffany wrapped her hand around his cock and rubbed it along her wet pussy lips to lubricate him. While still nursing on her nipples, Uncle Jack reached around and pulled Tiffany's legs wider. She lowered herself down on his thick cock and felt the tip of his cock sneak past her pussy lips. She tried to get him farther inside her by slowly twisting her hips and pressing down on his shaft. It was like trying to get a cork back into a wine bottle, but with each thrust, his cock tightly slipped further into her soaked pussy. 

She felt herself being delightfully stretched, filled. Tiffany whispered into Uncle Jack's ear, "Oh my god, I don't think you are going to fit inside me. You are so big but it feels so good." 

Momentarily removing his mouth from his niece's breasts and looking up into her eyes, Jack urged her on, "Just relax baby and keep trying." 

"I am baby. I want to fuck you but remember that nothing happened between us and nothing will happen again." With a wink, she cooed, "Do you understand?" 

"Yes, I understand."

"Good, now fuck me"

Impaled on him, Tiffany lifted herself up on his shaft and then pressed down harder. Up and down. The ride back down his wet cock was easier the second time and then the third time. Each succeeding plunge down his cock got easier. Twisting and rocking her hips. Slowly, his swollen cock was inching deeper into her pussy. Uncle Jack held her hips down as he pushed his shaft farther inside her. 

The only sound coming from the large dining room was their grunts and their hips slapping against each other. Finally, his cock was deep inside Tiffany and needing time to adjust, she stopped to kiss him. While their tongues danced, she was able to relax and she could feel herself slid further down his shaft until their groins were pressed together. 

Overcome by bestial exertion, Jack focused only on his carnal banquet. He watched his niece bob up and down on his shaft as her breasts were only a beat behind in tempo with the rest of her body. Her blond hair was flying everywhere. His large cock disappeared deep inside her and then reappeared as she pushed off of the floor. His hardness buried in her softness. Her long legs straddled him and the chair. She was amazing to look at during the heat of passion. Her flat hard stomach muscles pulled at his cock and squeezed. Her angelic face now showed her wickedness as she tried to milk him. 

Sitting back in the dining room chair and making sure his cock didn't slide out of his niece's pussy with all of her gyration, Jack urged her on, "Ride my cock, baby. You are so damn beautiful. I could fuck you all day. We should never have waited. I should have fucked you on your first day here." 

"I don't know if I could have handled your huge cock for that long. You would have spoiled me for anybody else that came after you, but I love your huge cock." 

Slowly, Tiffany pushed off from the floor with the balls of her feet and rode his cock all the way back up to the bulbous head. Her movement along his shaft was slow and measured. Tiffany's trembling legs were spread wide and her hands were wrapped around his neck as they kissed during her ride back up and down his cock. She reached down and quickly flicked her finger across her rock hard clit as she felt his shaft move inside her. 

Her clit had never been this swollen or sensitive. Tiffany's rhythm increased as her pussy loosened up around his cock. Her hips quickened their pace to match her finger's dance on her hot swollen button. Tiffany stopped their kissing as her head tilted upwards as she felt another orgasm approaching. Her uncle's lips immediately went back to her nipples and sucked them deep into his mouth. 

They were alone and wrapped in each other's arms on the dining room chair as she rode his cock. His large hands held her breasts to his lips as they pounded away. Tiffany could feel his tongue and cock pull a bigger orgasm out her as she increased the tempo. Her body opened up for him and his cock easily flowed in and out of her pussy. In a voice that matched her body's trembling, Tiffany whimpered, "Oh god, Uncle Jack, I'm cumming again." 

Without another warning, Tiffany's orgasm burst over her. It was massive. Every muscle uncontrollably contracted and released in chaos. She started to grind her clitoris against the base of his cock as she came. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft and trapped him inside her. Uncle Jack couldn't handle the heated intercourse anymore and came inside her. It was a primeval blast that left his back arched. He was amazed when spurt after hot spurt exploded into her womb. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight while he continued to pump. Spurts of cum blasted deep inside of her until he slowed down and then all of their movement slowly came to a standstill. His cum started to ooze out of her pussy and down her tender inner thighs and onto his lap. Slowly, both of their spasms started to ebb until they were spent. 

Uncle Jack sat back in the chair, closed his eyes while Tiffany tried to dismount. His thick wet rod slowly released from her pussy. Suddenly aware something was wrong; Tiffany whispered in panic, "Uncle Jack, I hear the shower! Oh god, Aunt Eva is in the shower. Did you know she was up?" 

Their alarmed eyes opened wide. They completely disengaged. Tiffany grabbed her gown off the floor and still naked, ran to the bathroom with cum running down her legs. Uncle Jack quickly cleaned up while Tiffany jumped into the shower before her aunt came out of her bedroom. Safe inside the shower, Tiffany could barely stand because her legs were shaking so badly and her heart was racing. To steady herself, she leaned against the shower wall and let the hot water run down her body. It was the longest shower she ever took. Amazed with her morning screw, she wanted to fuck her uncle again but knew there was no time. 

Feeling very sexy, Tiffany dressed in a summer dress that her uncle had purchased for her but without any underwear. She wasn't sure if her aunt knew that her uncle had just fucked her all morning so she was a little apprehensive about leaving the bathroom. 

When Tiffany got out of the bathroom, both Uncle Jack and Aunt Eva were waiting for her; looking at her. Her bags were by the front door. Her aunt was dressed in shorts, top and a hat that she must have gotten from a safari store. What a dork! 

Nervous, Tiffany looked at them questioningly. Aunt Eva spoke first. She announced, "The front desk called and said that your shuttle has arrived. You should leave now even though you didn't finish cleaning and didn't make breakfast. I'll have to finish cleaning but at least it will be done well."