When the doorbell rang, I was stretched out by the pool wearing sunglasses and tanning oil.

"Oh, fuck!" I griped, reaching for the strip of scarfing that makes a nice, slinky wraparound dress when tied in place. I tied it in place and stomped through the house to answer the door, not appreciating the interruption at all.

My head was on the verge of splitting. Mom was away for a day or two, and I'd spent last evening drinking her vodka and playing with my pussy. It was okay at the time, but I was paying for it now, and I was ready to bite the head off whoever had come around to bother me.

I opened the door, snarl in place, and looked way, way up into a man's face.

"Uncle Roy!" I hollered, forgetting all about being hung over and in a bitchy mood. He smiled and I threw myself on him for a big hello kiss. He put his hands on my waist and lifted me right off the floor.

"You've grown up a little bit, Jenni," he said, stepping back to take a look at me. I did a modelly turnaround to let him see just how much. My body was greasy from the suntan lotion and the scarf-dress showed the definite outlines of everything I had, but I didn't mind Uncle Roy looking at me. In fact, I was really proud of the way my tits stood out, nipples hard and thrusting, and there was nothing wrong with the smooth flow of my waist and ass and legs, either. I was a big girl now, and I enjoyed having men look at me. Especially men like Uncle Roy. God, he was such a gorgeous hunk of male!

He isn't really my uncle. It's just an honorary title. When I was younger, he was like part of the family, but he moved out to the West Coast six or seven years ago and I hadn't seen him in all that time. But he was just as I remembered, big, nearly as blond as I am, and so Goddamned good-looking he could chase Robert Redford out of the movies. He smelled nice, too. I noticed that when I kissed him, and I liked it.