"I'm sure I'll love it, Uncle Jack!" she purred, bending across the seat to give him a little peck on the cheek. "It's so nice of you and Aunt Ronda to let me move in, now that Mama and Daddy are both gone!"

Jack smiled down sympathetically, his fatherly grin sliding off his face as he saw his niece's twin tits bobbing and jiggling under her overalls. She smiled up at him innocently, as if she didn't see his eyes following every bobble of her apple-sized tits. She felt her nipples hardening and extending as his eyes seemed to bore in on their jutting pinkness.

"Jesus!" Jack shouted suddenly, his hands ripping at the steering wheel.

The big car just managed to nose around a car that had suddenly stopped to turn left. Jack's preoccupation with Sandy and her swaying tits had almost landed them both in the hospital.

Sandy pouted about her uncle's lack of attention to her rapidly developing, eagerly displayed body for the rest of the twenty-minute drive. She tried several times to interest him in her naked tits, leaning over frequently. But, the close call had scared him off for the time being and he kept his eyes on the toad. He bored her instead with a running account of how well his construction company was doing and how smart and good-looking his two sons were.

They arrived at Jack's rambling, expensive home in a suburb called Carmichael, and Jack helped her unload her baggage in the driveway. He gave her a key to the house and apologized for not coming in with her.

"I'm late as hell for a board meeting right now, kitten, and you'll have to find your way around by yourself, I'm afraid," the big man shrugged nervously. "Guest room's down the hall to the right. Swim in the pool, listen to the stereo. Aunt Ronda will be home about four, I'll be here at five or six. No way to tell when the boys will be in or out."