It was a hot day, and all Uncle Bob had on were a pair of denim cut-offs. Wendy felt her pussy burning as she looked at his thigh and back muscles. Then Bob twisted toward her, and Wendy gasped as she saw his prick fall out of the leg opening of his shorts.

The glimpse only lasted an instant. Bob hurriedly stuffed his cock back into his cut-offs and went back to pulling weeds. But the image of his prick burned itself into Wendy's brain and she felt her furry pussy actually pulsating with lust.

Boy, Uncle Bob really had a big cock! It looked just as big as her daddy's cock! Wendy's brain spun as she imagined the possibilities. It sure would be nice to have another man around the house to fuck!

Acting impulsively, Wendy opened the sliding window and waved at him.

"Oh, Uncle Bob! Could you help me in here for a minute, please?"

Bob twisted toward the window. "What is it?" he called back.

Wendy thought quickly. "It's… It's a big box I can't move by myself! I have to put it on top of the bureau! Could you come down and help me for a minute?"

Bob shrugged and walked back to the house. Wendy glanced at herself in the mirror, smoothed her long, dark hair and tugging the t-shirt down to barely cover the cheeks of her small, pert ass. The t-shirt wouldn't stay down for long, she thought happily. As soon as Uncle Bob came in, she'd give him a shot of pussy he'd remember for a long, long time.

A second later she heard the stairs creaking. Bob entered the basement apartment, and Wendy saw how his eyes immediately widened to gaze at her legs and lush body.

"I hope you don't mind my being dressed like this, Uncle Bob," she said innocently. "I was going to change into something else when I went upstairs."

"No, that's okay," Bob smiled. "After all, a kid your age can get away with wearing just about anything. Now which box did you need lifted?"

A kid, huh? Wendy felt her cheeks burning at her uncle's casual remark. Well, she'd soon show him just how much of a kid she really was!