Lori was eighteen years old. Since she lived at home with her mother, she was forced to do things her mother wanted. One of those things was helping out her uncle who had recently become a widow. His wife, Lori's Aunt Tammy had been killed in a car accident just two months before.
Today her mother had asked her to take some dinners to Uncle Mike so he could freeze them and have dinners when needed. She was dressed for a date, even though she didn't have one. She wanted to be able to tell him she had one in case she needed an escape.
Aunt Tammy was her father's sister. So Uncle Mike was just married to her aunt. He wasn't a blood relative, so she didn't get why she had to do things for him.
Pulling in front of the large house he now occupied by himself, she slowed her car to a halt. Climbing out, she tugged at her short skirt and pulled her top up. She wished she hadn't worn such high heels.
When she walked into the house, Uncle Mike wasn't there. She made her way through the other rooms looking for him. When she reached his office, he was at his desk. He had his back to her, clutching something.
As she made her way over to him, she could see it was the photo of him and Aunt Tammy on their honeymoon. In the photo Aunt Tammy was wearing nothing but her bottoms and her tits were pressed again Uncle Mike's bare chest. When she looked closer, Uncle Mike's cock was hard and poking out against his shorts.
She coughed to make him aware of her presence. He looked up, obviously embarrassed. She smiled softly and said, "Hey Uncle Mike, I brought you some dinners. Are you ok?"
His cheeks were red, "Sorry Lori, I didn't see you come in. I'm fine, just thinking of Tammy today. Three years ago, we were on our honeymoon at the nude beach she loved so much."
"I'm so sorry, I didn't know," she replied.
"It's ok, I was just about to make a drink, would you like one?"
She thought, Why not? She didn't really have a date, she could stay a bit. "Of course Uncle Mike, I'd love one."
He fixed them vodka and orange juice. While he was making their drinks, she picked up an album from his desk. As she began to flip through it, she saw many different photos of her aunt topless and some completely naked.
"Your trip looks like it was fun," she said.
He smiled, "It was, your aunt was very, should I say, adventurous."
"Tell me about the please? Will you?"
He laughed, "I'd love to, Lori. You remind me alot of your aunt."
He told her tale after tale of her aunt dancing nude, grabbing men's bare asses, even kissing other women. Then going back to their hotel or the car or wherever was close and ripping his clothes off and fucking his brains out.
As they talked, the drinks flowed. She drank more than she should have and he did too. As they drank, she kicked off her shoes and relaxed. He settled next to her and told story after story.
Soon he had his arm around her and they were looking at a different album, one of her aunt a little younger and posing naked for the camera. As they went back through the years, he commented on how much she looked like her aunt.
Before long, the alcohol had them touching each other more and more. Soon he was leading her up to the bedroom to try on some of her aunt's clothes.
When she tried to protest, he laughed it off, "It's ok lori, she isn't coming back. Someone might as well wear them."
As she looked through the drawers, she found the exact bikini her aunt had been wearing on her honeymoon.
He asked her to try it on for him, so she did. Her breasts were bigger than her aunts, so they almost spilled out of the top. Her ass was bigger too, so the bottoms were tighter.
