I had no idea my petite twenty-year-old niece wanted her uncles cock, she was small, cute, funny with a sassy attitude as she got older. I'd consoled her through family and boyfriend issues over the years and was always the stable one for her to turn to.
She'd become a fine looking woman; long mousy hair; perky prime time tits and a tight gym toned athletic body. Since turning eighteen she liked a drink, and could be a little wild at get family occasions. Her make up was catwalk quality, but she insisted on Botox lips even though she didn't need it.
Once, when her mother was in labour with her sister, she stayed over after a nigh-out to celebrate her 18th birthday. In the middle of the night jumped my bed, she cuddled against me, and I thought nothing of it. In her pyjama she'd started dry humping my body clearly horny and I told her to go back to her bed. The strong minded little gem of woman refused, and I had to place a pillow between us, however, whether on purpose or not her hands kept finding a way to my dick and she started stroking at my underwear and I had to put her back in the spare room.
It was a stormy winter afternoon, and with the house to myself, I was midway through lunch when there was a knock at the door. Upon opening it, I found my niece standing there, eyeliner running and looking a little upset. She was dressed in a black coat, cream cropped woollen jumper, black leggings, and white trainers.
She gave me a peck on the cheek, "I could do with a drink, a proper one," she said assertively, hanging up her coat, flicking off her pumps. She gave me the broad strokes that she'd had an argument with her my mom and boyfriend.
"Hungry?"
"No, I haven't long eaten, and the two beers haven't touched me," she replied, with her long eyelashes flickering, and dimples oozing cuteness. "It's so less stressful here," she added, calmingly putting hair in a ponytail.
As we went through the drinks in the kitchen, she brushed past me to get a glass, but it was more of a rub - the feeling of her firm ass in her leggings was stirring, and looking over her tiny 5'2 frame, I had to believe that it was an accident. Nonetheless, she was here in my home, upset, old enough to drink, and after a stressful week, I had just decided to have a beer with my food which was enough excuse to join her.
Over her recent visits we'd become even closer, and after she left one day, guiltily I beat my meat over her 18-30 holiday photos, her in lime green bikini and her young sexy friends. I felt bad afterwards, but nevertheless I crossed line again, when the family stayed over after a wedding. I took her red ribbed thong from the laundry basket and like a perv, played with my cock, masterbating with her sweet eighteen-year-old stained panties, and came hard thinking about her compact frame.
I had only seen her drink at recent family occasions, usually in the tightest and shortest of dresses, paired with open-toe shoes. Her impeccable, pedicured, and manicured nails always on display. I suppose and not surprisingly, inline with the trends for someone so young.
We found ourselves sitting in the dining room next to each other. As I picked at my food, we opened the bottle of wine and began talking about her issues. Now that she was of legal drinking age, I remembered she had informed me of her preferred alcoholic booze. I made sure to keep her favorite wine and Prosecco in house.
As she spoke in her sweet voice, I couldn't help but look at her--unnecessarily but undeniably beautiful--pouty lips and her perfectly toned young stomach.
Every now and then, her barefoot and painted toes would innocently touch side of my socks and ankle. If it were anybody else I would have rubbed my flaccid cock across her soles and toes, or erectly happily fucked her cute feet in a heartbeat. Would she fuck me - if she was drunk enough? Would I fuck her - if - I was drunk? It was too taboo to think about, but I had to admit it, my niece was fucking hot piece of ass.
As the afternoon ended we started on the second bottle, she touched my leg, being friendly during our chitchats as we put the world to rights, and I tried not think about her painted white nails on her fingers.
We went through to the lounge, and I switched on the TV and sat down, she wrapped my throw over herself making herself comfortable, and surprisingly sat on the floor in-front of me - to my left. Her hair smelt great and I watched her flex her toes. I gave her charge of the remote, and we watched the end of a sexless teen comedy, then a dance competition show. We got on so well, even though she was considerably younger.
With the wine flowing, watching and discussing the talented dancers on screen, the conversation became loose, and she told me about her wild girls holidays with her head rested on my left leg, occasionally looking up at me with her green smoky-eyes, and I told her about my single adventures.
"I don't know how these dancers are so fit, my shoulder is tight after just carrying the shopping for mom." She said, pulling off the throw and putting her neck to the side, rubbing it with her hand.
