It was my wife, ironically, who was responsible for my fucking my niece.
I told her I had to make a business trip to Missoula to plan a project proposal with a colleague there.
"Doesn't your niece Erin and her husband live near there?" she asked.
I had not thought of her a lot... my sister, her mother, had moved out west many years ago and we rarely saw them. But my wife kept up with the family connections and we continued to exchange Christmas cards and the like.
I barely remembered Erin. She was a pretty, skinny little kid the last time I had seen her.
"Yeah, I think she does." I replied.
"Well, let's give her a ring and see if you can see her and the family. She has a baby boy now."
"I'll do that... it would be good to re-connect with them." I answered and made a mental note to do exactly that.
When I called her, she sounded delighted to have me visit and insisted I stay with them. It seemed like a great idea and would even save me a few bucks on my overhead.
A few weeks later, I arrived in Missoula. I flew in on a Saturday, rented a car and followed the GPS to Erin and her husband Andy's house located a few miles outside of town.
It was late spring and the snow was still low on the mountains but the valley was awash in wildflowers and leaves appearing on the aspen forests. I sighed and remembered it had always been a dream of mine to return to the Mountain West someday, maybe to retire there with my wife. But grandchildren and work had kept me mostly in the east when living and working in the US.
Oh I wasn't complaining. My life had taken us to exotic and fascinating places all over the world; Singapore, Australia, England and a long stretch in Russia while my wife was working in Germany. My time in Russia had left me to indulge in every sexual fantasy a mature male could ask for but left me with a strong addiction to sex with beautiful young women.
My playing around online, including Literotica has pretty much been the last vestige of this addiction. But I wasn't thinking of any of this as I made my way to Erin's house on this beautiful spring day.
I knocked on the door and Erin appeared. I was stunned. What had happened to the skinny little kid I remembered? She was drop dead gorgeous. Still thin, but she had certainly filled out with good sized breasts.
She through her self into my arms and gave me a big hug.
"I have been waiting soooo long to see you Uncle Oliver!" she chortled.
"Its uhhh great to see you too Erin!" I managed to stammer. I held her against me for what seemed like an inappropriate amount of time. But just as I was beginning to enjoy the sensations of her young body against me, she stepped back.
"Come on in!" she said gaily.
It was then I saw a cute little boy standing shyly behind Erin and clutching to her tight, low cut jeans...
"This must be your little one..." I said.
Erin turned and bent over to pick him up. The tight jeans slide down over her ass, revealing a delightful cleavage which I was still admiring when she quickly turned, lifting her child as she did.
I must have blushed as I am sure she knew I was admiring your tight little ass, but maybe it was just my guilt at looking at my niece that way.
Erin sensed my discomfort but just smiled at me. "Yes...... this is Zachery...and he's a big two years old!" his mother beamed.
"Hey, Zachery! I'm your Uncle Oliver.... How are you?"
Zachery just hid his face in his mother's generous chest. I had a momentary desire to do the same thing myself but quickly shook it off.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" I thought to myself; "Its like I have never seen a good looking woman before."
My thoughts were broken as Erin invited me in the house.
"Let me show you where you are staying and you can leave your suitcase there." she said.
I followed her, my eyes on the fine little ass, her crack peeking at me as she walked.
We entered what looked to me the master bedroom of the house.
"You can sleep here." she said.
"Isn't this your and Andy's room?"
"Well, yeah, but Andy isn't here and I can stay in Zachary's room on the fold out couch."
"Where's Andy?" I said, surprised.
"He has a job up in Alaska for two months... he has been gone for a week." Erin answered, her face growing instantly sad.
"I'm sorry but really are you sure about this? I hate to put you out of your own room."
"No problem, I remembered you were tall and know you won't fit on the foldout."
"Well that is very nice of you; I really appreciate you taking care of your old Uncle."
"You're not that old" I heard her say as she turned and returned to the living room.
I took a few minutes to get settled and then found her in the kitchen cooking.
"Hmmm.... Smells good!" I said.
"I haven't had a man in the house to cook for, so this really is a pleasure."
"I thought you said he has only been gone for a week?" I asked idly.
Erin blushed and murmured "Well, a week can be a long time..."
I suddenly caught her meaning and laughed softly.
"Yes.... I guess it can be," I responded, "if you are a hot young woman like you!" I added mentally.
Dinner was terrific followed by playing with Zachery. It was great fun; like playing with my grandson.
Eventually Erin announced it was time for Zachery to go to bed.
As she shooed him toward his room, she was bent over again...... and again my eyes found focus on her beautiful little ass, taking pleasure in the way it moved as she shuffled along behind her young son.
I sat quietly reading, nursing a beer as she bathed and put her young son to bed.
It wasn't long before she joined me in the living room. I had to swallow a few times.
"It's been a long day and I wanted to change into something more comfortable, hope you don't mind!" she said brightly, setting her own beer on the end table.
She was wearing a long night shirt, her breasts and hard nipples clearly outlined on the soft fabric. "Fuck!" I thought, "Fuck....!" as she sat on the other end of the couch, her legs curled under her. "Nice legs....too." my silent voice intoned.
"Hell no, it's your house, you can wear whatever turns you on......" I said, my face turning instantly red as I realized how that sounded.
"I m-mean....." I stammered.
"I know what you mean!" she said, "and yes it does!"
She smiled at me as I shook my head. "Did I just hear that?" I thought to myself. My cock must have heard it too, as it began to take interest in the conversation.
"Well......" I said, trying to steer the conversation back to safer ground, "So how is Andy doing? It must be rough up there..."
A curtain seemed to fall across her face as she thought about her missing husband. "He's all right, I guess. He can't call that much and he's not one for writing letters."
"Hey....It's only been a week" I encouraged, "I'm sure he will be calling more when he gets settled in".
"Yeah.... He probably will..." she responded, her eyes deep in thought.
