The number of men I know who dream of fucking their nieces is surprisingly high. They don't even know they have nieces until the nieces go off to college and start flaunting what they've got. Then they come into work bitching about teen girls these days. Well, I'm one of them. It was always my wife who reminded me of my nieces and nephews birthdays etc. Until my niece Kate turned around 19. She's not one of these slim blonde tanned nymphets that you usually read about in erotic fiction. She's got black hair and blue eyes and she'd be described by most as 'larger'. Meaning not 'really big' but not thin enough for most dirty old men. Meaning in my eyes, a decent set of tits, a sexy waist that curves in and a nice big ass. Hourglass figure, like what used to be popular back in the day. Marilyn Monroe, Jayne Mansfield, those curvy, busty, voluptuous types. Kate fits in with that and she's sex appeal on legs.
Of course, she gets it from her mother. My brother's wife, Janine. My wife is beautiful and she's a good person and she's great to live with but she's not really into sex. She doesn't hate it or have any weird attitudes about it, she just prefers a lot of stuff to it. Like a back rub. Janine, on the other hand, you can just tell loves to be fucked. Which is where my brother Michael is stupid, since he'd rather go have a few drinks with the boys or stand around fixing cars than fuck her. Janine looks like Kate, only older and more experienced. Her and I carry on a nice little flirtation but nothing's ever come of it.
Until one day she rang me up.
"Alex, could you come round and give me a hand with something. Mike's away on a fishing trip and I need someone to help me out with shifting the fucking bed."
So off I went. It was a good excuse to get out of gardening and I never passed up the chance to hit on Janine. When I got there she was all hot and sweaty with her hair all mussed up. She was wearing a tight, ripped t-shirt and I could see her breasts perfectly outlined through it. No bra. Perfect breasts, all big and firm and perky. Typical Janine, flaunting what the good Lord gave her. She grinned at me lopsidedly. Behind her, I could see the bed, wedged into the doorway good and proper.
"As you can see, it's not easy shifting this damn thing," she said, giving it a kick for good measure.
"We'll probably need to disassemble it partly," I said.
"Yeah, I figured that, but I can't get it out now to pull it apart." She kicked it again.
Together we heaved and puffed and pushed away at it. It suddenly gave way, like a cork out of a bottle and crashed down back into the room it had come from. Janine flopped on the bed, laughing.
"Two hours work and now I'm back where I started."
I flopped down beside her, our bodies touching. I could feel the heat of her legs against mine, the swell of her breast against my side. I turned to look at her.
Her face seemed incredibly close to mine. Her full lips looked incredibly kissable.
So I kissed her.
So sue me.
And thank the Lord, she kissed me back. Soft, slow, sexy kisses on a comfortable bed on a hot summer afternoon.
"We should have done this a long time ago," she said. "I've wanted you ever since I met you on your wedding day."
"I've wanted you since then too. I couldn't believe Mike, the lucky bastard, walking in on my wedding day with a chick hotter than the bride."
"Oh, come on, Claudia's gorgeous."
"Yeah, she looks great but she doesn't move the way you do."
"Move the way I do how?"
"She doesn't move like she wants to be fucked," I said.