Sampling the Young Nieces Part I
It was the typical family Labor Day party. Everyone you loved was there. I was the loner guy, currently unmarried and unattached to anyone even in my family. There wasn’t a specific reason we were so distant just that we had nothing in common, an acknowledged fact. Even more uncommon was the fact that I was getting turned on . . . watching my nieces run around in their bathing suits. I had always liked girls younger than myself. I had even dated a fifteen-year-old some years back until her parents put an end to that. Yup, watching my nieces . . . budding young women, small mounds of flesh riding high on their chest and tight little asses in clinging nylon swim suits, even a hint of wispy pubic hair around the cleft at …