It was 4th of July weekend. Morgan and I had flown to California for a family reunion. There wasn’t many of my family left. Several nieces and nephews. An older aunt or uncle and my two sisters. Deborah was the middle child. She was 4 years younger than me. Carly was the oops baby.. I was graduating college when she was born so I had a good 22 years on her.

With Carly, we were family, we loved each other, but we weren’t really that close. I knew her husband Mark and many years ago had met her daughter Callie. Back then, she was a gangly, thin reed of a child with knobby knees, stick like arms and buck teeth. I had never really paid much attention to her. For the most part, back then, she wasn’t an ugly child, just not the knock out beauty queen. Yet she had a sweet disposition and was a joy to be around.

Our plane landed and we grabbed a rental car. The gathering was at a resort on the coast about midway between San Francisco and LA. It took us about 3 hours to drive there. When we arrived, we pulled into the parking lot. I got out of the car and was immediately grabbed by a stunning teen age girl.

“Uncle Dan!” she yelled as she grabbed me tight into a hug. Morgan got out and just looked at us across the top of the car, smiling.

“Callie?” I mumbled.

“Good gosh, Uncle Dan. I haven’t seen you in, like, forever.”

I pulled back from the girl, taking a good look at her. “Last time I saw you, you weighed about 75 lbs soaking wet. You were so skinny, you had to run around in the shower just to get wet.”

Callie laughed at my de***********ion. “Puberty hit and was pretty nice to me.”

I looked at her again. She wasn’t joking. She was still somewhat petite, but her B cup titties looked large on her smaller frame. She was wearing a tight pair of athletic shorts that hugged her curvy ass andd left little for the imagination. Morgan walked around to our side of the car.

“Callie, this is my wife, Morgan.”

Callie opened her arms and hugged her new aunt. “I didn’t take you for a cradle robber, Uncle Dan.” she smirked. Morgan spoke up in my defense.

“Just wait until the day comes when you’re tired of all the jerks your age and find you an older man who treats you right.”

Callie was quick to reply. “You’ve got that right. Most of the boys I know are all about sex. If you don’t sleep with them or blow them, they don’t want anything to do with you.”

Trying to not sound like I was flirting, I inquired “So do you have a boyfriend?”

She turned towards me. “No, like I said, they are all jerks.” Before the conversation could continue, Carly came walking out into the parking lot. When she saw me, she quickened her pace to where we were parked.

“Dan! How is my big brother?” She grabbed onto me, giving me a hug. She pulls away and turns to my wife. “You must be Morgan. I’ve heard a lot about you from Mandy.”

“I’m pleased to meet you.” Morgan responded.

Carly turned back towards me. “We’ve got a block of rooms reserved for our family. They are on the second floor. You guys are in 211. Callie begged for her own room and she is next to you in 212. Please keep an eye on her. No telling what she is up to.”

Callie protested. “Oh, Mom!” she whined.

Carly ignored her remark and reached into her pocket pulling out envelopes with key cards. She found the one to our room and handed it to me.

“Morgan and I will keep an eye on her. If she throws any loud parties, we’ll let you know.” Carly smiled at the joke I had just made.

She turned to walk to her vehicle. “Dinner is in the restaurant in 45 minutes. Don’t be late.”

I looked at Morgan. “We’d better get a move on.” She nodded as we grabbed our bags and headed inside with Callie right on our heels.