Fixing her make-up one last time in the mirror, Sandy bent over the sink. The low cut front of her overalls billowed out to reveal all of her swaying titties as she looked down.

"I must remember to lean over and kiss Uncle Jack in the car!" Sandy said aloud, laughing as she imagined her good-looking uncle's reaction to her uncovered tits.

Sandy looked at her watch. It was time to meet Uncle Jack in the lobby! She gathered up her bags and ran outside.

As she came around the corner, Sandy saw her uncle towering above the crowd in the waiting room. He was still the same great looking, giant of a man that she remembered from his visits to her family's home in Weaverville.

"Uncle Jack!" the girl screamed happily.

"S… Sandy? Is that little Sandy?" the tall, suntanned figure asked incredulously.

In minutes, Jack Remington had scooped all of his niece's belongings up and installed both them and her in his roomy Cadillac El Dorado. He aimed the plush, blue car casually with one hand, weaving though the heavy downtown Sacramento traffic, heading for the freeway, most of his attention riveted on the pixie-like, captivating girl next to him.

"We'll be out at the house in a few minutes, Sandy," he smiled reassuringly. "I'm sure you're going to enjoy living with us. There's a pool, a big family room with a sound system and a big-screen television, and our two boys to talk to – both teens, like you."

Sandy smiled sweetly at her handsome uncle.

She remembered Billy and Brad all right. A couple of holy terrors, from what she recalled of their visit to Weaverville a few summers back. Still, they might have changed, she allowed, might even take after their nice-looking daddy now!