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Jack cringed as he heard the doorbell ring and he slowly muttered under his breath as he paced over to the large oak double doors that capped the living room entrance. As he opened the door he **** a half smile.

"Hello... " He stammered as he gazed upon a petite blonde with shoulder length hair, her hair highlighted with pink streams. She was about 5'4" with a petite build, very little cleavage, but the tube top she had on appeared to have been painted on and he couldn't help but notice her perky erect nipples through the fabric despite south beach heat. Her stomach was exposed and as his eyes searched her body he noticed a tatoo of Whinny the Pooh pouring honey into her pierced navel. The cutoff jean shorts she was wearing made him wonder if she was only wearing a belt they were so short.

"Hi Uncle Jack, don't tell me you don't remember your neice Nicki?" she said giggling as she leaned forward, pressing her breasts into Jack's chest as she hugged him, leaning to the side and raising to her tippy toes to kiss his neck. Without warning Jack felt his cock twinge and slightly harden, unnoticable in his cloth shorts at this point.

Nicki stepped into the house and began running from room to room galavanting over how big this place is and the items held within. Jack stood there still in a sort of trance as Jamie's sister approached, arm and arm with a slightly overweight brunnette, she was cute, a round baby face with dimples on her chin. Her massive breasts made her look more pudgy than she really was. She was short, very short, Jack guessed about 4'10" and she looked to only be in her early 20's.

Jamie's sister introduced her as her lover... Bailey. Jack smiled and nodded his way through the introduction and Sissy gave Jack a long deep hug stirring the bulge in Jack's pants to an almost fully erect state. It would surely be noticeable once she pulled away.

Almost instantaneously as Sissy pulled away, Bailey leaned in for a hug placing her left hand by accident it seems on the inside of Jack's thigh, which just happened to the spot his erection was trying to escape to. She only hugged him for a short moment but he could have swore he heard her moan ever so slightly as she touched his throbbing member.

"Go ahead and make yourselves at home. The guest bedrooms are upstairs and down the hall" pointing at the upstairs hall. "You have your own bathrooms up there so don't be afraid to set your stuff out."

It was just you and the girls, you were at least hoping for a guy to hang with if she was bringing anyone at all. What right does she have bringing her 18 year old daughter and 20 something love fling into your house anyways? Your wife won't be home for another couple of hours, your tired, hungry and a you have a tent pole you could hang a coat on. What do you do?