The first real job I ever had was working at a package store in North Mississippi. It was this little shithole town in a dry county. But ten minutes north? You were in Tennessee and they weren't dry. And I guess someone in politics figured out, we was giving Tennessee a whole bunch of our money.
The town owned this package store; any profit went straight to our mayor's office. So, since I was of the three guys they hired, I guess I was a government employee at the time.
Ronald Reagan had upped the drinking age from eighteen to twenty one. We're not all that big a town so we pretty much knew who was old enough. Most of the time we didn't need to check IDs, but we checked anyway. Hey, can never tell who had them a birthday, right?
I was working one Saturday night; I was supposed be off but Steve-o had the flu so I was working. Lorrie Lynn came skipping in and squealed real big seeing me there. Lorrie Lynn's my second sister's oldest girl and pretty much looks just like her momma. God damn but she was gorgeous. Lorrie Lynn had long brown hair and these big old brown eyes and big pouting lips. Her boobs are nice and big; kind of looks like someone cut one them soccer balls in half and put them in the front of her shirt. Same with her ass. Nice and big and round.
Even though I'm only three years older than Lorrie Lynn, I'm her favorite uncle; really, I'm her only uncle. My momma had her six girls and me. I'm sure Lorrie Lynn's daddy might have had one or two brothers, but since Darla don't know who Lorrie Lynn's daddy is, he was just some guy passing through, I'm Lorrie Lynn's favorite uncle.
I got to be real honest; I wish I wasn't Lorrie Lynn's uncle, favorite or not. Right now, I don't even care I'm her uncle. She's wearing her former boyfriend's football jersey; she broke up with him when she caught him in bed with her momma. She's got the bottom of that jersey ripped off showing off her nice flat tummy and the bottom of her boobs. Her shorts are cut so short I'm looking at a whole bunch of her butt hanging out the back. When she turned to squeal at me, I can see some brown hair kind of sticking out the legs.
When she hugged me, those huge titties mashed up against me and she pressed herself real tight and I can feel her big nipples and can even feel the heat of her crotch. She gave me a real wet kiss, right on the mouth too.
Damn, but my dick was hard, harder than a bar of steel. She pouted when I told her I knew she wasn't no twenty one; she was eighteen. She begged and said she'd do anything for a bottle of Southern Comfort and a bottle of sloe gin.
"Tell you what," I said, looking up at the clock. "I get out of here in about ten minutes. I'll get that stuff and you and me can go on back to my place; what you say?"
For that, I got another squeal and another hug and sloppy wet kiss. She then skipped out and went and stood by my Mazda pickup truck.
My last sale of the night was that fifth of Southern Comfort and a bottle of sloe gin. I could see Lorrie Lynn's smile through the window as I held up the bag.
For the ten minute ride to my trailer, Lorrie Lynn sat right next to me, her pretty head on my shoulder and her hand on my leg, right up by my dick. Inside my trailer, she kind of glued herself to me as I poured two drinks for us. Half the glass was Southern Comfort, half was the sloe gin and the other half was Sunkist orange soda. Lorrie Lynn guzzled half her drink before we even sat down on my couch.
"Whoa, girl, damn! Slow down," I said and she giggled, real happy.
She empties her glass then kissed me. I mean, kissed me, using plenty of tongue. Then that football jersey came off and I was looking at the most perfect titties God ever created. Big and round and with two nipples sticking straight out like bullets.
That little bitch drank my drink while I was sucking on them beautiful titties. I'm sucking one nipple while pinching the other and she just reached over and grabbed my drink off the coffee table and drank it on down.
