It was the beginning of June and our college kids were home for their summer break. They have been bugging us for some time to buy an Air Hockey Game for our basement. As luck would have it I found a used air hockey arcade game in the local want ads. My 20-year-old son Bill and I picked it up and had it installed in one day. My wife, Betty and my 18-year-old daughter Amy joined us as we played air hockey until after midnight.
A week after we set up the air hockey game Betty’s sister Carol and her family visited for a week stay. They lived on the West Coast and we had not seen them for over three years. Her husband was Mark and her 18-year-old daughter was Beth.
I was waiting at the airport gate when I noticed Carol walking into the terminal next to a beautiful woman. It had to be Beth, WOW. She had changed from a skinny kid with braces to a knock-your-eyes-out woman with long blonde hair. She resembled her mother who could still turned a few eyes her way.
I noticed Mark following behind carrying all the bags.
“John!” Carol said as she rushed up to me and threw her arms around my body.
“Where is everyone?” She asked as her soft mounds crushed against my chest.
“Betty had to work today and the kids are helping a friend move.”
“So this must be my little niece Beth.’ I said looking into her deep blue eyes. I didn’t know if I should hug her or not.
But, she made it easy for me as she opened her arms. “Hi Uncle John and I’m not a little girl anymore.” She said as her firm breasts moved against my chest.
I exchanged greetings with Mark and we headed to the car. Carol sat in the front with me and Mark and Beth jumped into the back. We had a thirty-minute drive to the house so we brought each other up to date on the latest family news.
I had some trouble concentrating because Carols skirt keep riding up her tan thighs. She noticed me looking at her exposed flesh and just gave me a big smile. She didn’t pull her skirt down.
I took Carol and Mark to their bedroom and showed Beth where Amy’s bedroom was.
“When you guys are ready I’ll challenge you to some air hockey,” I said as I walked down the stairs.
Carol was the first to come down and my eyes doubled in size as I turned to see her in a tight tee shirt and cotton shorts. Her shorts barely covered her ass cheeks. Her breasts were as firm as I had remembered them.
“So how’s my handsome brother-in-law?” she asked as she sat down next to me on the sofa.
As she sat back she twisted her body towards me, which slightly opened a space between her shorts and her thighs. My eyes automatically focused on her pink panties and a few escaping blonde pubic hairs. My prick sprang to attention.
“Oh, ah, what was the question?” I asked while trying my best to not look down.
“How are you doing?” She asked with a smile. She knew her shorts were causing me some stress and was enjoying every minute of it.
“Fine, my work is doing great and so is the family.” I answered.
“Is my sister taking care of you?” She asked while looking down at the bulge in my shorts.
“Sure, of course, why do you ask?”
“Well, you’ve been married as long as Mark and I and things do get boring. He’s actually upstairs taking a nap as we speak.”
“Well, things could be better but since there are no other options why bother?” I said before I realized I was probably saying too much.
“Who says there are no other options?” she said while moving her legs further apart.
I could now clearly see her panties and the shape of her pussy lips. Before I could stutter a reply we heard someone coming down the stairs. Carol quickly turned and moved her legs together.
I looked at Beth as she rounded the doorway. God, she was beautiful. She had changed into some nylon shorts and wore a baggy V-neck tee shirt. It looked as if she was not wearing a bra because her nipples were like two pencil erasers poking up under the material. She moved over to the chair, slid her cute little ass over the arm and fell backwards.
“Ooops,” she cried as her legs moved straight up into the air. Her shorts moved away and I saw a second of flesh under the shorts. I didn’t see any panties and was wondering if she was wearing any.
“Who’s up for an air-hockey game?” I asked the two sexy creatures.
“ME!” Beth shouted. “Ok, I’ll give it a shot.” Carol said. I led them downstairs and closed the basement door. I was hoping to have some time alone with these two.
“Who wants to play first?” I asked. “I do.” Beth replied as she grabbed a paddle.
“Why don’t Uncle John and I play you?” Carol asked her daughter.
“Sure, I’m pretty good at this game.” Beth bragged.
We practiced a few rounds and she was very good. She had the video game generation hand and eye coordination.
Carol moved to my right as I asked her to hand me the puck. She handled me the puck and whispered in my ear, “You can puck me anytime you want.”
I gulped and turned to hide my sudden embarrassment. I wasn’t ready to hear those words.
I served the puck and Beth slammed it between us before we could even blink. “SCORE!” She yelled.
“We let you have that one,” I said with a smile.
“Yeah, right,” she answered. Beth served the next shot and I smashed a shot that hit the side of her goal and missed. She slammed it back but Carol stopped it from going in our goal.
“Nice save partner,” I said.
Carol wiggled her ass and almost made me miss a block as Beth returned the puck. We volleyed for a few more minutes and I finally scored when Beth moved her hand to push her long blonde hair out of her eyes.
“Not fair,” she complained. “My hair got in front of my face.”
Carol gave me a high five and also a squeeze on my ass. Beth did not see the squeeze. I thought about returning the favor but it was too risky. Beth had the puck and was ready to serve. The game went on until the score was tied at 4 goals apiece.
“Next score wins,” I said as I put the puck down on the table. “Loser has to get everyone else a drink.”
I desperately wanted to get Beth out of the basement so I took over hitting the puck as much as I could. Carol even complained I was reaching over on her side. Finally I smashed a shot that ricocheted off the back wall and bounced off Beth’s paddle into her goal.
“NOT FAIR.” She complained again.
“We win!” Carol screamed and turned to hug me.
Her “you can puck me anytime you want” words were still in my mind as my hard-on moved against her thin cotton shorts. She stopped and looked me in the eyes when she felt how hard I was. I thought she would be somewhat upset but she pulled me closer into her soft body.
“OK, what do you to drink?” Beth asked while we continued to embrace.
“I’ll take a diet Pepsi,” I answered.
“Me too,” Carol said.
“The drinks are in the refrigerator in the garage.” I said hoping she would take more time.
“Why don’t you get some glasses with ice as well? The ice is in the kitchen refrigerator.”
We watched Beth as she walked up the stairs. I couldn’t take my eyes off her cute round ass.
“Boy, she has grown.” I said softly to Carol who was only inches from my body.
“I know who she gets that cute ass from.” I whispered as my hand moved down to cup Carol’s ass. Carol turned her body to mine as she leaned upward and bit me on my earlobe.
“So, do you want to puck me?” she whispered as her hand slid down my stomach to my bulge. Her tiny fingers circled my covered dick.
“I can’t even get my fingers around it,” she whispered as her tongue snuck out into my ear. Her hand moved up to the top of my bulge and back down to the base.
“No wonder Betty married you.” She whispered as my fingers slid down her back and under her shorts.
I felt the top of her panties and quickly slid my fingers under the waistband. Her ass was so soft but also very firm. She must workout I thought as my fingers moved down her crack. I lightly touched her anus and moved lower. I knew when I reached her pussy because her juices were dripping. My finger moved in to the first knuckle when we heard the basement door open.
“Uncle John, I can’t find any Diet Pepsi. Will Diet Coke do?”
My finger stayed in her mother’s pussy as I thought quickly. “See if there are any Diet Pepsi’s in the panty closet by the rear door.” We heard the door close and my finger moved out of her wetness and up to her hard clit.
“Oh God, that feels good!” she moaned as my finger moved up and down over her pleasure bud. Her fingers were now clamped tightly around my tool. I was close to coming and so was she.
We both speed up our hand movements and Carol climaxed first. “Oh shit, I’m coming.” She cried trying to hold back the volume of her voice.
“Now,” she moaned as my fingers rubbed quickly over her clit. Her hand was frozen on my prick when she came. She suddenly remembered me as her hand went back to its task.
We suddenly heard the door open and Beth walking down the stairs. I quickly pulled my hand out of her shorts and she let go of my hard-on. I turned quickly as Beth walked in to prevent her from seeing the huge tent in my shorts.
As we poured our Diet Pepsi’s I noticed Beth’s eyes moving down to my shorts. I still had a semi-hard on and also a huge wet spot at the tip of my prick. I was worried she would be upset but all she did was smile when I looked into her baby blue eyes.
Before we could play again Amy and Bill came home and hurried down to see who was playing air hockey. I thought my son was going to have a heart attack when he first saw Beth. His teenage hormones kicked in when she flashed him the big smile and moved her chest out for him to notice. I’m sure he noticed those babies before he saw her face.
Carol and I could tell the kids wanted to play the game and we wanted some more time alone.
“Why don’t you kids play and Carol and I will go upstairs.” I suggested.
“Great idea.” Carol said as we walked quickly upstairs.
As we opened the door at the top of the stairs I heard my son say, “OK, Beth and I are going to play Amy.” I smiled.
“Why don’t you go check to make sure Mark is asleep?” I said as we closed the basement door.
“OK, I’ll be right back.” Carol said as she moved quickly upstairs.
We didn’t have much time because Betty would be home in less than an hour.
