Chapter 1

It had been about a year and a half since my trip out to L.A. Even though I had left Caitlin my address, I had not gotten any e-mails from her in all that time. I don't suppose I should have been surprised by that. After all, I'm sure she had plenty of things to keep her busy and I doubt that she spent much time thinking about her uncle.

I did think of her now and then, wondering how her "education" was coming along without my expert guidance. I even have to admit that the memory of her stroking my cock and taking it in her mouth was accompanied by more than one session of very satisfying masturbation.

I really hadn't had much contact with that side of the family at all. Oh, I may have gotten a few e-mails from my sister. Some of those things everybody forwards to all their relatives to let them know they are still alive even though they can't be bothered to take the time to actually communicate. I probably sent a couple her way, too.

It was, therefore, quite a surprise to hear my sister's voice when I answered my phone that evening a few weeks ago. I knew there must be something big going on to get her to pick up the phone and call me. We got through the "How have you been?" and stuff like that in pretty short order, then she got down to the real reason for the call.

She seemed kind of hesitant and I was wonder what I heck was going on when she finally got to the point. "Look, Bro, I need to ask you for a really big favor. My old classmates are putting on a big reunion next weekend and I decided to go. Ever since Caitlin heard that I was going back east, she has been bugging the heck out of me to let her go with me. She has never been east and is dying to see New York. She is on her spring break from school so I don't really have a good reason to say she can't go. The thing is, the reunion is at a hotel up in the Catskills for the whole weekend and I know Caitlin would be bored silly hanging out with a bunch of old fogies that she never met before. Well, to get to the bottom line, Caitlin came up with the idea that she could stay with you for the weekend. I know it is short notice and you may have other plans, so don't hesitate to say no. I'll just tell Caitlin she has to stay home."

There was a long pause as all the implications of what my sister was proposing slowly sunk into my brain. "Gee, Sis, I guess that could work out. I don't really have anything planned and it would be kind of fun to show her around town." It was true that I had the weekend free. My on again, off again girlfriend, Karen, was going to spend the weekend with her family. Of course, she had invited me to go with her, but I can't stand her family and they don't care much for me either. Her dad is always asking me how much money I'm making and how my portfolio is doing. My "portfolio", ha, now that is a joke.

I could hear the sigh of relief in my sister's voice, "Oh, God, it would be so great if you don't mind putting up with her. She really has her heart set on going and I would love to have her for company on the plane. We might even get to talk. Are you sure it's OK? I really feel bad asking on such short notice."

I assured her that it would all work out fine and she promised to send me all the details of their itinerary by e-mail. We said goodbye and I collapsed onto the couch. I spent a few minutes letting my mind fantasize about what might transpire with a whole weekend alone with a sexually curious young girl, but soon I began to get back to reality. I told myself to be sensible. Maybe her curiosity had gotten a little out of hand during my trip out to L.A., but that was not likely to happen again. She was older now and surly wouldn't be asking so many questions. I would just have to put any thought of sex out of my mind and be a proper host to my sister's daughter.

The next day I got an e-mail from my sister with the details of their schedule. They were flying east on Friday on American Airlines Flight 118 that would leave LAX at 6:30 am and was due to arrive at JFK at 2:50 that afternoon. Their return flight was on Monday, AA 117 leaving JFK at 2:20 pm and due into LAX at 5:20 pm. Sis had a car reserved at JFK and she planned to drive up to the hotel so she would be there Friday night. I was to meet them at the airport and bring Caitlin back to my apartment. Then on Monday, I would bring Caitlin to the airport to meet her mom for the trip back to California.

Sis certainly had everything all planned out and from the looks of things she must have had everything all set up before she called me. I guess she didn't have too must doubt that I would agree to her plan, or was it Caitlin's plan? Anyway, I would have Caitlin staying with me for three nights and we would have all day Saturday and Sunday for sightseeing or whatever Caitlin wanted to do on her first trip to New York.

I had a small den with a daybed in it that would work out just fine for Caitlin to use as her room for the weekend. All I had to do was make sure there was clean linen on the bed and she would be set. Well, that, plus making sure that all Karen's stuff was out of sight. We weren't living together, but she did spend enough nights at my apartment that there was a fair amount of her girly stuff around.

The week went by slowly. I tried to keep my mind on my work and not let myself think about what wasn't going to happen when the weekend finally arrived. At last, it was Friday and I left work at lunch time to be sure I had time to get out to the airport by about 2:30. I don't bother to own a car living on Manhattan Island. There isn't much point. It costs almost as much for a permanent parking place as it does for a small apartment and if you go anywhere in town there is never any place to park when you get there anyway. You can buy a lot of bus or subway tokens for the price of a car and a spot to park it. Even a few cab rides don't add up to that much.

I caught a cab out to JFK and found my way to the AA118 baggage carousel where we had arranged to meet. I was a few minutes early, but that was OK because I didn't want them having to wait for me to show up. The first bags were just starting to emerge onto the carousel when I spied my sister approaching from the gate area. For a second I didn't recognize the young woman walking beside her, but my brain kicked in and I realized it had to be Caitlin. I really hadn't expected that a year and a half would make that much difference. That cute kid had matured a lot in that short time. Caitlin saw me first and waved. I waved back and had to remind myself not to make any dumb remarks about how much she had grown.

Sis gave me a hug, then stepping back a bit she glanced toward Caitlin and with a hint of pride in her voice she said, "Well, what do you think of my little rug rat now?"

Caitlin gave her mother an exasperated look and I tried to deflect the remark, "Hi, Caitlin, are you ready to take on the Big Apple?"

Caitlin brightened, "This so amazing, I've seen plenty of pictures of the New York skyline, but to look out the window and see it for real as we were coming in to land just gave me the shivers."

We collected their suitcases off the carousel. Caitlin just had one while her mother had two. I grabbed the biggest one, they all had wheels of course so it wasn't a big deal, and lead the way towards the exit. We waited while Sis stood in line at the Hertz counter and I asked Caitlin if she had any particular places she wanted to see here in the big city. She said she wanted to see everything, but knew that wouldn't be possible on such a short visit so she would leave it up to me to be the tour guide. She told me that she was on her spring break from school and wished they could stay longer, but her Mom had insisted that they had to go back on Monday.

Sis finished up at the car rental counter and joined us to say goodbye before she left us to catch the Hertz shuttle. She admonished Caitlin to be on her best behavior, to which Caitlin replied, "Don't worry, Mom, I'm sure Uncle Frank will take good care of me."

"Don't worry, Sis, I'll make sure she has a good time. I'm sure we'll get along fine."

We exchanged hugs and headed off to find our cab back into the city. Caitlin was a little excited about the cab ride. "Are all New York cab drivers as crazy as they say?"

I chuckled, "No, not all of them, only about 80%. If we're lucky we'll get one that speaks English and doesn't think that the gas pedal only has two positions."

There was only a short line at the cabstand so within a few minutes we were on our way. I gave the driver the address of my apartment building and added that it was on the corner of 64th and 2nd Ave. just so he would know that I knew where we were going and not try adding twenty minutes to the trip.

We made to my apartment in one piece although Caitlin did let out a few squeals as we weaved our way though the typical New York traffic. At that time of day most of the traffic was heading out of the city while we were going in so it wasn't really that bad.

We took the elevator up to my floor and I ushered Caitlin into the apartment and with sweep of my hand said, "Here we are, home sweet home, welcome to my humble abode."

I don't know what she expected. It wasn't all that elegant, but I thought it was fairly decent. She looked around a bit, nodding her head, "Not bad, I guess I'll stay. Where's the bedroom?"

I lead her down the hall and put her suitcase in the small room with the daybed. "How's this? Think you can put up with this for a couple of nights?"

Caitlin didn't say anything. She continued down the hall and looked into my bedroom. Thank heaven I had cleaned it up pretty good. Then she checked out bathroom. "So this is what a bachelor pad looks like? Do you mind if I take a shower? I've been up since 3:00 am and I feel grimy."

"Sure, make yourself at home." I showed her where the towels were and turned to leave her alone, "Are you hungry, I'll whip up some grub while you shower."

"Great, I'm starved; we didn't get much to eat on the plane, just a box of junk food that we had to pay for."

I went out to the kitchen and proceeded to put together what I thought was a half-decent meal. It was just about ready when Caitlin came in the kitchen. "Mmmm, that smells good. I didn't know you were a cook." She was wearing a loose sweatshirt and a pair of baggy sweat pants. Her hair was still damp and hung limp. I bit my tongue and rested telling her facetiously how sexy her outfit was. At least I didn't have to worry about getting turned on.

I served our meal and we ate in silence for a few minutes as Caitlin dug in as if she hadn't seen food for a week. At least she didn't complain about my cooking skills. I began to talk about some of the places we could go on Saturday. With just one day for sightseeing, we would only be able to hit the highlights. She pretty much just agreed with what ever I suggested.

We finished eating and cleared the table, rinsed off the dishes and stuck them into the dishwasher to be cleaned later and went into the living room. I sat on the sofa and Caitlin plopped down on the opposite end. "Do you want to watch a movie or do you have a show you want to watch?" I was feeling a little awkward at this point as the fact that we were alone was all too obvious and there was the memory of what had happened in California playing around in my mind.

"No."

I waited a minute or two for her to elaborate, but she just sat there looking straight ahead. I was wondering what had upset her when she finally looked at me, "You must have thought I was such a dork for being so dumb when you visited us."

So there it was. What should I say to that? I stuttered a bit, "W ... well, I wouldn't say that, you were just curious I guess."

"I've learned a lot since then. Do you remember that boy I said I was going to see as you were leaving?"

I chuckled softly, "How could I forget that? How did that work out?" I probably shouldn't have asked that, but she had brought the subject up so I went along. Besides, I really wanted to know what had happened.

Caitlin gave a wry little laugh, "I went over there thinking I was so smart and I was going to teach him something he didn't know. I had this big plan how I was going to make his cock get hard, it's OK if I call it that isn't it?"

"OK, by me," I said.

"Anyway, I started fooling around, tickling him and stuff. Then I "accidentally" put my hand on his crotch and boy was I surprised 'cause it was already hard."

"What happened then?"

"As soon as I touched it he put his hand on top of my and started rubbing my hand on his cock through his pants. Then he says, 'Oh, God, Caitlin, I've wanted you to touch me like that for ages.' and he kept rubbing my hand on it harder. I didn't know what to do so I asked him if he wanted me to make it squirt."

"I bet he didn't say no to that."

"He let go of my hand and pushed his pants down so his cock was sticking straight up. He asked me if I knew what to do, so I took it in my hand and started stroking it like you had showed me. I really liked the way it felt in my hand and he kept telling me how good I was making his cock feel and not to stop."

"I would guess it didn't take long to make him squirt."

"Well, he started moaning that he was going to come and that it would make a mess all over the place. I didn't know what else to do so I leaned over and put the end of his cock in my mouth just as it started to squirt. It really squirted a lot and I had to keep swallowing hard to keep up with it. By then I was stating to like the way it tasted so I didn't mind it. When he was done he just lay there for a while breathing hard, then he told me that it was awesome the way I had done it and that I could come over and do it again anytime I wanted too."

"And did you want too?"

"It didn't quite work that way. He started calling me just about every day, some times two or three times a day, and begging me to come over. When I would get there, he couldn't wait to put his cock in my mouth and squirt his cum down my throat. Pretty soon I got the idea that he didn't care anything about me. All he wanted was to get sucked off as often as he could."

"So did you tell him you didn't want to do it anymore?"

She looked a little sheepish, "No, 'cause I did like doing it. I must of sucked him off at least a hundred times in the next two months. Then his dad got a new job in San Francisco and they moved away.