Not Fishing with Dave - Sex Stories

Not Fishing with Dave

A week after the first pool party at my b*****r's, I called my s****r-in-law's b*****r, Dave. He had mentioned doing some fishing and a business proposition for me. We agreed to meet at the Sun Bay Marina, where he keeps his boat, a week from Friday at 9:00 in the morning. I took a mental health day from work and got to the marina a little early. I was waiting by the boat when Dave pulled into the parking lot. He didn't arrive alone. He had his two nieces with him. I had heard that Paula and Diana were going to be visiting from Grand Rapids. They are the daughters of another one of his s****rs and I haven't seen them in a few years. Growing up, Paula was always very outgoing and active in all f****y activities. Diana was a much quieter c***d; she kept to herself and would often end up sitting with me as the other c***dren ran off. We always had nice conversations; I liked her a lot; but, didn't see her all that often. Paula is very petite, with long, curly, dirty blonde hair. Very pretty, bordering on beautiful; a girl who might be at her prime in looks, at her current age, or who is just getting ready to blossom into a genuine beauty. She is a cheerleader, an accomplished gymnast, and her five-foot tall body shows it. She is as cute as cute can be and when she smiles her face lights up and her eyes twinkle. Her legs are beautifully developed, her body shows almost no extra weight and her breasts are filling out nicely and proportionately. She is wearing extremely short ...

... cut-off jeans and a white t-shirt. Diana, too, is a cheerleader, and a gymnast. She has jet-black hair and olive colored skin. She is slightly shorter than Paula and extremely petite. While Paula has more of a northern European look, Diana is definitely Mediterranean Italian. She is a natural beauty with an angular jaw line and high cheekbones. She has on low-slung, pink pajama-type sweat pants, with a black t-shirt that doesn't reach her waist. She is carrying a Paris tote bag over her left shoulder. Her exposed midriff is tan, flat, and taut. Diana walks with an air of confidence that is more appropriate for someone her age. When she notices me, Paula shrieks out my name and, comes running with her arms extended for a hug. She about knocks me down as she jumps into my arms. Lord does she feel good! She delivers a full body hug that starts with her legs wrapped around my waist and, her arms around my neck. Soon enough, she has her feet on the ground; but, maintains the tight hug. Her tits are rock hard and are pressing right into my abdomen. She gives enough of a hip thrust to make contact with me; she releases me and says, "Uncle Mike, I haven't seen you in years! I wish you would come around more when we visit." "Maybe I should come around more. My God! You are a genuine beauty!" She smiles a shy smile, steps back, does a quick spin and ends in a pose with her hand on her hip. With an exaggerated southern drawl she says, "Why Michael, how you do flatter me!" She lets out a ...