Tom Rhodes couldn't believe his eyes. He had been getting ready for the visit of his brother Andrew, sister-in-law Selina, and their daughter and his niece Renee all morning, but nothing could have prepared him for this. Renee was the most stunning woman he had ever seen. She had only just turned 18 a week ago, the reason for their visit, and this was the first time he had seen her in almost 7 years. When he had last met her she was an 11-year-old tomboy, but now she had matured into a young woman he couldn't take his eyes off.
Renee wasn't the tallest, standing almost 7 inches shorter than his 6-foot frame. Her breasts, he guessed, were a 32B, but he could see through the tight tank top she was wearing that they were pert and firm, with bullet-like nipples that poked through the thin material. She had inherited her smooth, light brown skin from her mother, a Mexican who Andrew had met whilst travelling, and her long black hair cascaded down over her shoulders down to her the level of her breasts. The mid-thigh length skirt she was wearing showed off her luscious, slim legs, and Tom could see the top of her frilly pink panties.
He cleared a lump in his throat and greeted his brother, a man almost the spitting image of himself, with a handshake and hug. They hadn't seen each other in years, as a result of Tom moving to the other side of the country seven long years ago.
"Unbelievable, isn't it?" Andrew asked; a big grin on his face.
"What is?" Tom's eyes darted between his brother and Renee, who was currently talking to his wife Emily. It was the first time they had met.
"How much they change, right? When was the last time you saw Renee?"
Tom took the opportunity to steal another lengthy glance at the gorgeous girl standing in his living room.
"Must be, what, seven years?"
"At least seven!" His brother turned to Renee. "Hey, Ren, come and say hello to your Uncle Tom!"
Renee bounded over, her skirt riding up to reveal even more thigh. Tom braced himself expecting nothing more than a gentle hug. Instead she threw herself into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and forcing him to take her weight. He could see Andrew had turned back to talk to Emily with his wife, handing Tom a lucky break -- his brother wouldn't see how awkward this was.
"I remember you!" Renee cried, her voice full of excitement. "You were my favourite Uncle!"
Relief flooded over Tom when his niece pulled away from him, just as he'd felt his cock begin to stiffen. She was still looking up at him with her big brown eyes, a smile on her face, waiting for a response. Tom gulped.
"I can't believe how much you've changed, you've inherited your mother's good looks."
Selina turned and smiled, Renee blushed and looked at the floor. Tom had lied, the eighteen year-old was much better looking than her mother. She leaned in to kiss him on the cheek, and Tom felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn't been so aroused in years.
"Tom, you go and get the luggage in from the car, I'll show them their room."
Emily, as she always had, took control. Andrew and Selina eagerly followed her, but Renee remained stood just in front of Tom.
"I'm going to help Uncle Tom bring the bags in," she stated matter-of-factly, which was OK'd by her father's voice that drifted down from the stairs. "We've got quite a lot" she added, before grabbing Tom by the hand and leading him out to the car.
Renee wasn't lying -- you would have been forgiven for thinking they were moving house. It was easy to guess which cases were Renee's, they were bright pink and, unless there were more buried under everything else, three of them, all of a good size.
"It's a good job your Dad's got such a big car." Tom said with a slight chuckle in his voice, trying to sound relaxed. Renee responded with a laugh that was, in truth, far more than the comment deserved.
"Uncle Tom, can you get my bags out for me? They're so heavy."
"Sure, but only if you call me Tom, ok? Uncle makes me feel old."
Renee laughed again and touched him on the arm as he walked passed her, once again sending a bolt of electricity through his body. He grabbed the first bag and placed it on the floor in front of her. She struggled to lift it and instead chose to drag it towards the front door, as Tom lifted the remaining two bags from the car. Carrying one in either hand -- despite hitting 40 last month he was still in good shape -- he walked past Renee, who had given up with her solitary bag. She looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Seeing as you're so strong, could you come back for this one as well?"
Tom nodded, and after taking the bags to the bottom of the stairs headed back outside, where Renee was now sat on her remaining suitcase. She was eyeing him mischievously.
"You're going to have to get off that if you want me to carry it."
She didn't move.
"You'll have to lift me off."
Tom tilted his head sideways, giving his niece the 'you can't be serious' look.
"What? My legs are killing me... honest."
Renee was still grinning from ear to ear. Tom was enjoying the attention he was receiving, not the mention the view of her smooth, bare legs.
"Come on, I'm sure you'll manage just a couple more steps."
Renee feigned disappointment, getting to her feet. She seemed to walk straight past him, but then stopped and squeezed his upper right arm.
"I bet you wouldn't have even noticed you were carrying me"
