Lisa stretched languidly on the living room couch, her ample breasts straining against the thin fabric of her low-cut dress. She knew Uncle Alex would be home soon, and she was determined to make an impression. At 20, Lisa was all woman, with curves that begged to be touched. And she wanted her uncle’s hands all over her.

The door opened, and Alex walked in, his tall, muscular frame filling the doorway. Lisa bit her lip, her heart racing as she watched him. “Hey, Uncle Alex,” she purred, sitting up and letting her dress ride up her thighs.