Chapter 1

Vaseline-Baby Fresh Scent. For jerking off, this stuff was like American Express to me. “DON’T LEAVE HOME WITHOUT IT!” I was sitting in front of my computer reading some adult stories on the web, and just as I opened the jar in front of me to start polishing up my knob, the phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Hey Jeff, I need you to do me a favor this weekend.” It was my older brother David on the line.

“What’s up?”

“Maria’s aunt died yesterday and we’ve got to fly out tomorrow morning for the funeral. We’ll be gone until Sunday night and I’d like you to watch Emma for us.” Maria was his wife and I knew her aunt had been sick for awhile now. Emma was their teenage daughter. They lived just across town from me, thus the call.

“You’re not taking her with you?” I was surprised since as their only child they overprotected this kid and rarely let her out of their sight.

“We normally would but it’s actually her graduation tomorrow night and she’s really been looking forward to it. She hardly knew this aunt anyway so we think she should stay. She’s been looking forward to this for weeks now.”

“She can’t stay on her own?”

“Maria and I still think she’s too young to stay by herself.” That’s my overprotective big brother for you. The kid would probably be fine on her own. “C’mon Jeff, I need you to do this for us.”

“Okay, okay. What do I need to do?”

“Great! Thanks. Well, you could pick her up from school at 3:00 and then bring her home here first. Her ceremony starts at 7:00 and then there’s a dance afterwards in the school gym. If you could go to the ceremony and take some pictures that would be great. Then just pick her up after the dance. I’ll get her to call you on her cell phone.” I could tell by the tone of my brother’s voice that my agreeing to watch his daughter had taken a load off his mind. They had always sheltered her and were so overprotective of her that she was distinctly lacking in “street smarts”. She was a great kid, but definitely naïve in the ways of the world.

“That sounds pretty easy,” I answered. “Anything else?”

“No, that should be about it. I’ll leave the camera and some money so you guys can get some dinner. Feel free to use our room and I know you’ll use the pool.” My brother and his wife owned their own company and had done very well for themselves. They had a nice big house with a beautifully landscaped secluded yard and a nice big pool.

“Okay. Tell Maria I’m sorry about her aunt. So what time will you be back Sunday?”

“Probably about 6:30. If it’s going to be later, I’ll call you. Thanks bro’. I owe you one.”

“No problem. Have a good time ... or ... well ... whatever kind of time you can have at a funeral. See you Sunday night.”

After I hung up the phone, I thought about the coming weekend. My brother was right, I would definitely use the pool. I had been on the swim team in both high school and college and now, at age 32, I still found time to swim at least three times a week. As a free-lance journalist, I worked out of my home which was a decent sized unit in a condo complex. I had my own pool but it was pretty small. I usually went to my local aquatic centre in order to keep in shape. At 6’2 and 175 pounds, I still had that swimmer’s build from my college days.

My thoughts turned to my 18-year old niece, Emma. She was a perfect combination of her two parents. She had inherited her height from my brother and her looks from her mother. Maria was Italian with that beautiful olive complexion and Emma had that same permanently tanned look. She had shot up and her long lithe legs gave her that wild coltish look. She already had wide womanly hips and a lush round ass that just begged to be cupped in your hands. Her firm little breasts always seemed to thrust provocatively at the tight little t-shirts I usually saw her wearing. She had long flowing thick brunette hair that cascaded about her shoulders (or bounced behind her in a ponytail when she played soccer) and framed her beautiful face. She had the most gorgeous face I think I have ever seen. Her skin was perfect and smooth as silk and she had these long eyelashes that accentuated her dark eyes. Her most compelling feature though was her large mouth and full puffy lips. Any celebrity would have paid big bucks to have those lips. They looked like big soft pillows you just wanted to slide your cock between.

As I had been thinking about Emma, I had subconsciously scooped out some Vaseline and my hand had made a nice slick corridor that was now sliding up and down the shaft of my cock. The guys on my swim team had often made fun of me in the locker room; calling me names like “Beer Can” or “Meat”. I had never had any complaints though and was happily stroking a little over 9” of thick cut cock. I think the guys used to bug me more about the thick girth of my cock than the length. Anyways, my thoughts right now were on Emma and her long tanned legs and those incredible kissable, fuckable lips. It didn’t take long and I shot a nice big load all over my chest and stomach thinking about blowing it all over her. Yeah ... this weekend might not be so bad after all...

Friday afternoon, I drove over to pick Emma up at her school. The weather was beautiful and I had put the top down, knowing she loved to ride in the convertible. I pulled up in front of the school a few minutes before 3:00 and got out and leaned back against the passenger door. The bell rang soon and kids started to disperse noisily from all the exits. The last day of school is the same everywhere, I guess.

I spotted her emerging from the main entrance doors with two of her girlfriends in tow. They were laughing and chatting enthusiastically; excited to be starting the summer vacation. She was a few inches taller than either of her friends and she exuded a smoldering sensuality. She had on her school uniform which consisted of a white shirt with a school tie, a plaid skirt that came above mid-thigh on her, white knees socks and flat black shoes. With her lustrous hair pulled back in a ponytail and her knapsack slung over her shoulder, she was a schoolgirl dream.

“Uncle Jeff!” she shouted as she spotted me. She quickly said her goodbyes to her girlfriends and I watched the hem of her skirt bouncing about her thighs as she bounded down the steps towards me. Oh fuck, did she look sweet.

“Uncle Jeff! Uncle Jeff!” she said as she threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug. Her firm little breasts were pressing against my chest while her flat taut stomach was pressed against my own. I felt my cock start to stir and lengthen down my pant leg as she gave me a loving squeeze.

“Easy there, kid,” I said and I gave her a big smile as I took her shoulders in my hands and held her back from me before she felt the log in my pants against the front of her thighs.

“I’m so glad you’re going to be looking after me,” she said excitedly. “We’ll have so much fun. Wait until you see my new dress. I love it! And I’ve been practicing walking in my new high heels. I look so grown up. You won’t believe it.”

Oh, I’d believe it, I thought to myself. “Okay, kid. Let’s get a move on,” I said as I opened the passenger side door for her. She flung her knapsack in the back seat and then I watched as her skirt rode well up her thighs as she settled herself into the seat. She spread her legs as she swung them in and I caught a glimpse of her white panties and soft inner thighs. My cock lurched in my pants and I made a quick adjustment as I made my way around the back of the car and into the driver’s seat.

“I’m free! I’m free!” she said as we pulled away from the curb. I looked over as she put her hands to the back of her head. Her action pulled the fabric of her shirt snugly against her firm little breasts. She pulled the band out of her hair and shook her head sensually as she let down her hair. She looked so sexy as she ran her fingers through her hair as she enjoyed the feeling of the wind rushing over us.

As we drove to her house she chatted on and on about the dance and her friends and whatever. I just smiled and nodded and said the right things while keeping one eye on the road and one eye on her. She moved with the carefree ease of youth and her legs flopped back and forth as she moved leisurely in her seat. I was sure she was going to catch me, the number of times my eyes instinctively looked down at her smooth tanned legs. She even sat half sideways facing me for awhile and I had a good view right up between her soft thighs to where her white panties cupped her young womanhood. I could feel the sweat popping out on my brow and it wasn’t from the heat!

When we got to my brother’s place, she grabbed her knapsack and scurried into her room while I got my bag out of the trunk and made my way to my brother’s bedroom. We had a few hours yet before Emma had to be at the graduation ceremony so I figured I’d better get into the pool quick and work off some of this inappropriate tension brewing both in my head and in my dick. I pulled on my trunks, grabbed a towel and headed towards the pool.

They had left a note with the camera and some cash on the kitchen counter with the phone number where they’d be staying and stuff like that. I grabbed a cold drink and went out into the back yard. They were set well back from any of their neighbors and it wouldn’t have mattered anyway; the dense landscaping around the perimeter of the yard provided total privacy. I set down my drink and made a clean dive into the pool. I always loved that initial feeling of gliding through the water. This was my place. In the water was where I felt totally at home. I swam quick laps as I tried to get thoughts of Emma and her alluring innocence out of my head. It was hard to do but eventually, after about ten lengths, I felt my dick start to soften slightly.

After a good workout, I slowed down for some cool-down laps before finally pulling myself out of the pool. I dried off and sat down and took a good long slug of my drink. I turned as I heard the patio door open and saw Emma walking towards me. Her hips swayed saucily as she had changed into a pink tank top and little white shorts that clung to her ass like a second skin. Her little tits jiggled against the tight fabric of her tank top and looking down, I could see the mound of her sex clearly at the juncture of her thighs. She padded over in her bare feet and stood next to my chair.