Rhyley had just turned nineteen that summer. It was a great year. The whole time she had off she was going to really find herself. She wanted to make no mistakes about college and she needed a serious break.
Her greatest opportunity arrived as her Uncle Dean came through the front door that humid morning. She loved Dean so much. He was the one who let her watch her first adult movie for her sixteenth birthday, he was the one who let her get drunk when she turned seventeen and when she turned eighteen, he let her take a toke off a joint. He let her do the things that she wanted to do, just to do them. She wanted some experience in her life and her stern and sheltering father was a far cry from easy going Dean.
The best part about it was that Dean was Daddy's twin. She liked it for two reasons. One, she got to spend time with a nice looking man and didn't have to worry about what he wanted from her and two, she could spend time with her father, even though it was really Dean. Since her father worked so hard, she tried to spend time with Dean at least once a month when she got too lonely.
Her mother wasn't much help. She loved to drink and she loved to tell her daughter how much she hated her. She reminded Rhyley everyday that she would never be thin, she would never be beautiful and she would never be loved. And Rhyley believed her. Sso, she got lonely more and more often as the years went on and by the time she graduated, she had hoped that a voodoo priestess would steal into the house and put a curse on her mom so a steamroller would mow her down after a good bender. Although she knew that was hateful, she at least kept it to herself.
When Dean came to the house so early in the morning that day, she knew that he had something good planned. She missed him on her birthday, but he just wasn't able to make it and she knew that was just how it goes. She wasn't mad, just sad.
And there he was! As big as life. His lighthearted stroll was infectious and he had the air of a man who thinks he is the King Shit of Turd Mountain. He had something special. He saw her in the kitchen and immediately ran to her to lift her in a huge bear hug.
"Ah, Rhyley! You hve no idea how hard it's been to be gone. The only part I hate about travelling is that I don't have you to keep me company." He grinned a lopsided grin and put her down. He stared at her large breasts for a moment and excused himself to get some coffee.
"I missed you, too, Dean. Coffee?"
"Don't mind if I do," he said as he sipped his almost overflowing mug. He sat down at the table and whispered to Rhyley as she sat down next to him.
"How would you like to go camping for the rest of the summer?"
"Really? Oh man, that would be the shit!"
"Hey, hey, what did I tell you about that language?"
"Oh, sorry. Oh Dean, that would be the shit!" That's better, he thought. She was bubbling with anticipation because she knew it was going to be her and Dean all the way and no one could stop her this time!
"Well, let us have it! Come on, you have to tell me where we are going!"
"Do I?"
"YES," she yelled. She loved the gleam he got in his eye when he was being coy. His green eyes were always letting on to how much trouble he was going to be in.
"Okay, I got us a great spot at the Lake of the Woods, in Illinois. It's gorgeous in the summer and it's even better in the winter. You'll love it, Rhyley. It is going to be so great!"
"Can we go fishing?"
"You're damn right, now go get dressed, we are leaving in one hour."
"What about mom?"
"Your dad said you are going and you are. Move it, shug, I can't wait." She dashed upstairs and dug around in her closet for her suitcase. All I need are the basics, she thought. Shorts, t-shirts, underpants, and socks. She fingered something in the back of her drawer and pulled it out. She had forgotten about the little sexy outfit she bought last year. It was a sheer and lace bra and panty, green, with tiny pearl accents. The cups were cut for a dangerous cleavage and the panties were sinfully sheer with a floral pattern in the satin front. She had bought it on a whim and never put any use to it. She thought of her painfully existent viginity and shrugged, throwing it in with the rest of her things. Maybe I'll meet someone and actually have a good time, she thought.
With her packing done, she ran downstairs to the garage and grabbed her dad's tackle box and rod. He hardly ever used it and she thought it would be nice to take a piece of her dad with her. She shrugged again and thought to herself that it was just an idea.
When she was ready, she saw that only a half hour had slipped by. She didn't want to waste any time when it came to a fab weekend just her and Uncle Dean.
When she placed her things by the door, Dean stood up and told her he was ready to go. He shut off the coffee and turned out the light. He took Rhyley by one hand, her bag in the other and headed out the door.
She smiled when she saw he still had his Jeep. She loved it. It was ugly and dirty and looked like it had seen the better part of a war or two, but to her, it symbolised Dean. She hopped into the seat as he tossed the stuff into the backseat. He gotin, ground the gears, chuckled and tore out of the driveway backwards. He ground the gears again and sped off to the highway. She kicked her sandals of and enjoyed the cool air on her feet. The fresh air did wonders for her and she hated being stuck inside. Even in the rain, she would go for long walks and sometimes even sit on a bench in the park while she listened to the beauty of nature.
Dean couldn't help but notice how she loved that trip. She was rosy, smiling, and she was most of all, happy. He glanced at her quite a fe times as the trip progressed, loving that she was with him. Rhyley was so full of life that he got his own high just by being with her. He really loved her and he thought more than a few times about what it would be like if she wasn't his niece. He could love a girl like her for the rest of his life.
When he felt himself get a bit aroused, he tried to concentrate on the road. It helped, mostly. Whenever he looked at her, he could see something else he liked about her. Her hair, it was so long, down to her waist and had the slightest wave to it. Her eyes, they were so clear and blue. Her grandmother used to tell her she had Christopher Reeve's eyes. He thought it was pretty accurate. He smile was so bright. She had a slight crook in her mouth from when she was a baby and had surgery for a cleft lip. It seemed to give her an air of mystery. Her breasts were so full and heavy, he loved the way they looked when she leaned back in her seat, the way they jiggled so.
He loved all of her. He knew that he wouldn't ever touch her, but he couldn't help but admire the luscious body that some lucky man would someday possess. He had often wished it would be him, but Dean had a good sense about him and he would have to be in mortal fear to even attempt to cross that line. But still, he wondered.
The five hour trip was a great one. With stiff backs they stretched and took in the scenery. When Rhyley noticed the lake right off their campsite, she was overjoyed. She grabbed her luggage, dug out her bathing suit and ran non stop to the water's edge. She knew it was going to be cold, but well worth it.
Dean was busy putting up the tent. He bought a huge one specifically for this trip. Three rooms and seventy-two inches high. One room for him, one for Rhyley and one for sitting back. After he was finished, he looked up and saw a gorgeous site; Rhyley standing on the small cliff, the sun hitting her skin just right making her glow. She held her arms up, bent her knees and sailed into the water. Although he couldn't hear the splash she made, the sight was enough to stop his breathing. Her silhouette was amazing and he felt a familiar stirring in his shorts.
He knew what he needed and the only way to take care of it was to leap into the frigid water himself since he knew he couldn't have what he really wanted. Rhyley looked up just as Dean came running to the ledge. He didn't stop and let him fully clothed body fly into the water. She thought it was very funny since he still had his chain wallet on.
"You know, they do make clothes just for this occasion, Dean." She smirked at him as his golden hair turned brown as it was dampened. He turned to look at her and his green eyes glared at her. If she only knew why I did this she wouldn't be laughing, he thought.
His breath caught again as she swam to shore to dive again. He white suit was nearly tranparent, her sweet mauve nipples like stone and her mound! Even from his vantage point he knew she shaved. He was almost kicked in the face when she dived in, his mind on other things.
"I am so so sorry, Dean! Are you okay?" She swam over as quick s she could and wrapped her legs around his waist. The water was way over her head and it was hard to look after him treading water. It was easy for him, he was six-three. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Iam okay, I swear, I just didn't see you coming, that's all." He finally noticed that she was awfully close. He groaned inwardly at the sensation of her legs around his waist. She wasn't paying attention to the rest of him, but her crotch was rubbing on his doing such wonderful things. He let her check his face to be sure while he stared at her tits and licked his lips, wanting a taste of her mouth. When his cock lurched with instinct, he grabbed her waist and tossed her aside. She was startled and stared at him as he waded to the shore.
"I think it's time to get ready for our hike," he grumbled. He was thankful she couldn't see him or she may have fainted. Her Uncle Dean had quite a tent going and from he knew about women, she probably would have been terrified to even come near him again. Having a twelve inch dick isn't all it's cracked up to be, he sighed to himself.
As Rhyley came up the embankment, she saw that Dean had already changed his clothes and put on his boots. She went into the tent, dried off and put on her own hiking gear. Her canteen, a bandanna, matches, tissue paper, her pack and a hat. Her attire was simple, boots, linen shorts that gently accentuated her fine ass, and a tank top. She wanted to stay cool but she also wanted to have a bit of protection from the sun besides slathering on sun block. As she stepped otu of the tent, she popped her hat on and waited for Dean to give the go ahead.
He didn't look at her as he started walking. He knew she was there, he could smell her. She always seemed to smell like Jasmine and the scent drove him crazy. He tried to keep his thoughts to a minimum, but he had a hard time keeping his dick from sliding out the leg of his shorts.
