I had a mild case of the flu my doctor told me. I received the 'rest and plenty of fluids' speech. I was home and resting on the couch when the doorbell rang. When I answered the door there stood Carrie, my niece.
"Mom said you were sick. I decided to check up on you," she said.
I can't say that Carrie and I were particularly close. I let her in and she questioned me about my illness.
"It's just the flu," I told her.
Carrie told me to sit and she would get me something to drink. She came back with a bottle of water. She asked me if I knew she just had her eighteenth birthday. I said that her mother had mentioned it to me. I had to look my niece over. She had straight blonde hair down to her shoulders. I had noticed her tight ass as she walked to the kitchen.
"Someone should be looking after you," she said.
I told her I was fine really. She wouldn't hear of it. Carrie reached out and placed a hand on my thigh.
"I was thinking about you, worried about you," she told me.
Sick or not, my cock was getting hard. Carrie's hand was inching up my thigh. I wasn't that much older than my niece. I was thirty three. All my siblings were at least ten years older. My parents called me the 'mistake.' I was the odd man out in the family. I had never been married.
"You do know I like older men," my niece told me.
