"Uncle John, Can I borrow $50?"
I stood in the doorway of my home and looked down at my brother's oldest child, standing on my front porch. She already owed me at least $500 - borrowed $50 at a time over the last few years. I actually wasn't sure how much she owed me; I'd stopped keeping track. Her father had advised me, rather strongly, to quit giving in to her. She was most likely standing here, bugging me, because she'd already been to his house and he'd slammed the door in her face without even answering her.
Her hair was clean - but that wasn't unusual for her. Her tarnished golden locks had plenty of natural body and she kept it longer than most girls did. She actually took pretty good care of her hair. It was one of the few things in her life that she managed decently well.
She was wearing a mish-mash of clothes that screamed "college slut" - even though she'd quit taking classes a couple years ago - just short of her degree. She was working as a dental assistant. By now, she should have been a dentist in her own right - with her own practice - but she just couldn't force herself to finish those last couple semesters. If she couldn't force herself, nobody else was going to be able to do it - that had been proven over and over again.
Based on the way she was dressed, either her last boyfriend had dumped her - or she was just not aware of what her clothes were advertising. With her, it was probably a combination of the two. Only a professional working girl went through men faster than my niece. I'd never hired a hooker but my niece's attire wasn't too far off from what I expected those women normally wore.
Pammy's make-up was on-point - if the point was to make her look desperate or whorish. She always wore too much of the stuff. I've never understood why women think that more is better when it comes to layering that shit onto their faces and bodies. This was a pretty standard look for my brother's oldest child - although - the bright red lipstick stood out like a neon "Rooms by the Hour" sign on a sleazy motel.
I waved my niece inside of the house. My wife muted the television so she could listen in - and (no doubt) contribute - to the conversation. I saw her eyes roll at what the girl was wearing.
"What do you need $50 for, Pammy?" I asked her.
"My friends are going out," she said. "I want to go with them.
"If you just want to get shit-faced," I told her, "I'll grab you a bottle of Jack from the cabinet and you and Aunt Teresa can sit and watch 'Bachelor' together."
"I want to go out," she whined.
"You're dressed like a slut," my wife told her.
"Thanks, so are you," Pammy retorted.
I looked over at my spouse. She was sprawled on the couch with a 2-Liter of Diet Coke, half of a sausage pizza, and a can of Pringles. She was wearing an oversized rock concert T-shirt (with no bra) and a pair of dark gray sweatpants. She held the TV remote like it was a scepter - or a magic wand. Covid had added a couple pounds - but I wasn't as thin as I'd used to be either - so I didn't have a lot of room to complain.
"What happened to your paycheck?" I asked Pammy.
"It's Tuesday," she replied, as if that was a real answer.
I raised an eyebrow at her - even though I was pretty sure I knew what she was implying.
"It's gone," she finally admitted.
"Did you at least pay the rent?" I inquired.
"It's not past-due yet," she replied.
"You mean 'due'?" my wife suggested.
"No," my niece shot back. "Past due."
My wife rolled her eyes.
"Pammy," I said. "You already owe me at least $500. I really can't give you any more. I'd offer you a job but the last time I asked you to do an hour's worth of work, you bitched the whole time. I'm really not sure what to do for you. I'm not just going to give you the money."
"She's dressed like a whore," Teresa said. "She'll probably drink too much and take some strange man home to fuck. If she won't clean the house for $50, maybe you can get her to clean your pipes."
My wife was normally pretty crass - but this was a little beyond her usual low.
"Suck his dick," my wife called out to my brother's child. "He's been trying to get me to give him some pussy for days. He's always wanted a blowjob and I told him I'm never putting my mouth on that pencil-dick. I'm sure he'll give you the money if you suck him off."
Pammy looked from me to my wife and back again. She worried her lower lip with her teeth. I was slightly taken aback that my niece seemed to actually be contemplating the idea.
"Flop those fat titties out, slut. If you go down on him - right here, right now - I'll throw $20 in," my wife taunted.
Apparently, the extra twenty bucks was enough to do the trick.
Pammy looked directly at my wife and said, "Get your purse, bitch."
My niece pulled the front of her tank-top down - along with the push-up bra she was wearing underneath. Her C-cups spilled into view. They were average breasts for a mid-twenties girl - but way nicer than the ones I'd been living with for the last several years.
"Get your eyes back in your head, jackass!" my wife chided. "You're gonna drool all over those fat puppies. You're always begging for a titty-fuck - see if she'll let you shove your chubby between those udders of hers."
"Do you like them?" Pammy asked me, quietly.
"'Course he does, you dumb bitch," my wife cackled. "They look like the ones he stares at on his computer when he's spankin' his monkey."
By now, I was used to my wife's verbal monsoon. In addition, I was fairly captivated by my niece's breasts - and areolas - and nipples.
"Can I suck on them?" I asked my niece softly.
Pammy nibbled her lower lip and nodded.
I bent my head down, cupped her soft breasts in my palms, and latched onto the nipple of the right titty. They were the firmest, pertest breasts I'd had my hands on in years. Pammy wrapped her hand around my head and pulled my face into her flesh harder. She fingered the other nipple, getting it ready for me.
"What a fucking whore!" Teresa spat. "Letting your uncle suck your filthy, floppy knockers! Come on, slut! You ain't gettin' paid to feed the baby. Let's see you work your magic on his prick - if you can find the son of a bitch. There's a magnifying glass somewhere in the kitchen junk drawer if you need it."
As I finished sucking her second nipple, she brought my face to hers - and my lips to her own. Then she reached down, between us, and started unzipping my fly. I might not have the world's biggest dick but she definitely had its attention - and it was raring to go.
Due to my tented pants, Pammy had to pull my pants down to get at my underwear - and then she had to work to get the waistband of my Fruit of the Looms over my raging hard-on.
"Fucking pervert!" Teresa growled. "Fucking hard as a damned nail, dreaming about your brother's little girl putting her mouth on your worthless cock. Probably dream about fuckin' her slutty pussy while she's Hoover'n that shit-stick of yours. I should fuckin' SnapChat this shit and send it to Jimmy. Show him what his cunt of a daughter is doing to his brother."
I closed my eyes and waited - holding my breath - anxious to feel the warmth of my niece's mouth as it surrounded my prick. Instead, heat enveloped my balls. Pammy began stroking my cock as she sucked and licked my balls. I groaned.
"Holy shit, John! She's a fucking pro! Look at that bitch go! That's better than those fucking pornos you watch. Gawdamm! Keep that shit up, whore, and you're gonna have a load of swimmers in that pretty hair of yours."
