The house was crowded. My brother, Buck, down from KC, his daughters over from Germany, my daughter-in-law in town with my grandson and of course my wife and all the dogs. Even in an oversized Victorian, the place was full to the brim. Arrangements had been made for everyone to have a place to sleep and it looked like we had things pretty well under control, or so I thought.
Buck and I had a lot of catching up to do and so spent Wednesday evening talking, drinking sour mash, and smoking Garcia Vegas. By eleven in the evening the living room was full of smoke, BS, and fond memories. Toward the end of the evening, I commented on how well his girls had grown up. As different as night and day but both alluring young women. Ashley was tall, slim and narrow in the waist, with long auburn hair, while Sandra was a little shorter and fuller of figure with beautiful tight curls that surrounded her head like a halo. Buck agreed and further commented on how hard it was for a divorced dad like himself to watch them grow up with so little input from him. All I could do was shake my head in commiseration.
After the last shot of sour mash, we headed up to bed. My wife and I had had separate bedrooms for nearly ten years. I had been badly injured in an accident and even after I healed things had never been the same. Somehow we had drifted apart and lived more like brother and sister than husband and wife. The sleeping arrangements that had been planned would put me in her bed for the first time in almost four years. I wondered how it would go. It didn't take long for me to find out. Not good. Despite the crowding, my wife insisted on having her "puppies" in her bed. After a half hour of shoving, pushing and even some growling, I gave up and left for the couch downstairs.
I grabbed a blanket and pillow from the closet and made myself a comfortable nest on the couch. Although I had thought I was tired, I soon realized that I was wide awake and so turned on the TV to watch some late night crap. As I lay watching a talk show fool I began to think of the good looking women in my house, only one floor up. Which led me to finding my dick and begin a slow sensual hand job for myself. As my interest grew, I realized that there was no good reason I couldn't reward myself with a triple x rated pay-per-view. After a quick review of the available films, I settled on one and began watching with the volume turned low. Soon I had a raging hard-on and was beginning to wonder if I would even make it through the first few scenes before blowing my load.
That's when I heard the stairs creak. I quickly changed channels and covered up my crotch with a spare pillow. Odd, no more sounds. After at least five minutes, I decided it had been my guilty imagination and changed back to the film and began to reacquaint my self with my cock. As I slowly pulled my dick, savoring each stroke, I realized I was not alone. Looking over the back of the couch, I saw my niece Ashley standing there in a very cute and minimal teddy. Her young breasts were clearly visible through the thin material and her nipples were hard and protruding. As I lowered my gaze, I saw that she had her hand deep inside the skimpy bottom of her sleep wear. Her finger was moving in a languorous circle directly over her clit. I raised my eyes to her face and saw her typically sly vixen smile.
