Standing in the spare room with my hard soggy cock gagging to escape my jeans, my twenty-year-old niece's childhood toys, with lifeless eyes, watched me take stock, the few beers and rum shots catching up with me.
"Need some more encouragement Uncle-fuckster?" my twenty-year-old niece asked huskily. "Or don't you like girls? Or do you only like them very young, you pedo-perv?!" She sneered, knowing the pedocock assertion would annoy me. I'd never fucked anyone under the legal age of eighteen.
With my niece's firm tits out and the rest of her toned 5'2 frame compacted in her highleg bright pink leotard, over neon blue leggings. "If you won't fuck my pink pussy, how about my pink toes?!" she purred, and leaned back, on her elbows on the bed, and gave me a wink. The wink of fuck me senseless! Her long eyelashes, glitter pink eyeshadow, and neon purple lipstick edged me like a pulsating flux-capacitor. I wanted to fuck that face full of foundation and makeup so bad.
She lifted her legs up and bent her knees, it was like a candy store... my eyes traced down from her pink sweatband around her head, with her mousy-blonde crimped and curled ponytail swinging from a blue scrunchie. To her pert bullet tits, toned stomach, skipping the damp patch, to her shins wrapped in Rainbow Brite style leg warmers, finally to her fuckable feet with pedicured pink glittering toes.
Was fucking your niece's feet wrong? Did it break the rules? With the 80s theme and music playing, surely it was only as bad as forgetting to return an overdue VHS rental? I thought, before snapping to reality, a world when her soles rubbed my pre-cum bulging crotch.
If I released my niece hungry prick, a line would be crossed. And I was likely to blow my load in three seconds flat with all the excitement. This night was going to be a hard moral slog.
"Go on, get your old cock out, what's the harm?" my niece encouraged, her chin on her chest, with a sexy half smile set in stone as her cat-like emerald eyes pierced my soul. "I want this!" she snapped like a spoiled brat.
Fuck it - I unzipped my jeans releasing the beast, lobbing my meat on her smooth dorsums, and slapped it on the top of her feet, the ends of her toes almost at the my full nutsacks.
Thinking about the room temperature, zero directional wind speed, force and trajectory, I reckoned that I could easily fuck her feet, blast my backed-up load, and easily get it to her chin or at least her beautiful tits. "Happy!?" I asked.
"What a fucking cock. See Unc', no harm done."
Holding her ankles and the rainbow patterned warmers, I paused...
"Go on, good uncle, fuck my little feet." she urged, looking down, moving her soles on my length. I then held the side of her feet, and slowly screwed them to the 80's tunes on the echo box. Man, it was dry - but it felt so good, I tried desperately not to blow my sticky wad. As much as I wanted my creamy globules sliding from her toes, and over her leg warmers. I thought about the uncle, niece relationship again... This could fuck up our movie nights, feeling awkward she'd visit less, staying at her mothers and who else would sit through the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise or the Harry Potter movies back to back?
