This is the continuing story of my Niece Rindi. It has been two weeks since spring break, we have had three Saturday dance lessons. Rindi, Su and Candy are getting much better at following my lead and now have great dance timing.
--------Monday March 31
The card came in the mail, it simply said. You and Rindi are invited to come to the Inspired to Move Dance Studio at 9:15 p.m. on April fifth. Odd since April fifth is a Saturday and we will have already been there earlier for the girls lessons. It's also my twenty-fifth birthday but I don't think anyone else knows that.
There was also a box and two letters that day, one from my sister Sheila, addressed to me, and another to me from Jack Farrell.
Rindi was in my rec room practicing different pool shots using her ruby hearted cue stick. I went in and handed her the box from my sister, her adoptive mother Sheila.
"This is yours," I told her and handed the box to her, along with the letter, the letter smelled like China Rain perfume, my moms favorite fragrance. There was a small specialty store called Baldwin Sisters that decanted their own perfumes and my sister had it made special just as my mom always did.
Rindi opened the box, inside were several bottles of China Rain carefully covered up inside several layers of bubble wrap packaging and newspapers. The letter just said, we miss you and hope you and Roy are happy with each other. Love your mom and dad, ps tell Roy to make sure you always have fun and that we love him like a brother.
Rindi and I both laugh since I am Sheila's only brother. My sister has a very strange sense of humor and it's easy to see where Rindi gets her mischievous personality.
I open the letter from Jack, inside is a check for twelve thousand five hundred dollars made out to Marindi Conner. This is her portion of the pizza profits for the last month, Jack's letter says. We are now selling on average between five and seven hundred pizzas each week. Average profit per pizza is right around a hundred bucks. Ten slices per pizza selling at 12.95 and about thirty for pizza ingredients, salads and workers. We rounded up the amount, as Su and Candy both said, we would never have made anything without the two of you.
Su says her share will be spent on home improvements for her parents house for the first few months, then on college tuition. Candy doesn't have many expenses so hers will mainly go towards college. Thank you so much and we all look forward to seeing you both soon.
I handed the check over to Rindi along with the letter for her to read. Candy and Su had both been here the previous day for our usual Sunday sexual adventures, and just two days before we had our third dance lessons and neither of them had said a word about the business.
Rindi looked at the check and put the box and letters on the pool table and flew or ran or maybe crawled underneath the pool table. One moment she's reading the letter and the next she's in my arms, laughing and crying and kissing me all at the same time.
I tell Rindi, "Relax and calm down, I can't understand a word you are saying."
"This is more money than I've ever had at one time!" Rindi explodes. "Will this be every month that we will get this much?"
"I'm not sure about that?" I tell her truthfully. "Some months might be less, some may even be more? It would depend on how many pizzas are sold and the profits depending on the sizes and expenses?"
"Uncle Roy, do you think I really need to go to college? If I make even ten or eleven thousand a month that's about what Phyl makes as an accountant," Rindi asks me.
"It's your decision to make?" I informed her, "You are a legal adult now, responsible for your own decisions, right or wrong."
"Right now my decision is to celebrate by making slow passionate love to you in OUR bed," She put my unopened letter from Sheila next to her box and drags me off to the bedroom.
We had already enjoyed a morning of sex earlier, that had been a nice long coupling, that one resulted in Rindi having several orgasms and one very satisfying one for me. Here we were a few hours later about to go for another round.
She quickly kicks off her slippers, removes her blouse and jeans, bra and panties stay on, since she has learned removing them turns me on so very much. I pull off my shirt, step out of my slippers, remove my jeans and briefs and then lay down on the bed.
She climbs onto my stomach and I take off her bra. The sight of her two acorn size nipples greets me, I drink them in with my eyes, mouth already watering to taste them. I massage them with my fingers, caressing both boobs with my hands. I pull them down to my mouth while she sighs happily. I lick the nipples, put as much of each one that I can into my mouth, sucking hungrily, while she makes contented mewling sounds.
Over the last several weeks I have discovered what gives her the most pleasure and what will work her up slowly. I move my hands down to her smooth panty covered rear end. I massage the twin cheeks while continuing to suction her hard nipples and firm boobs with my mouth. Pulling off her silk panties, I continue to massage her little cheeks. She raises her hips and guides my extremely stiff and throbbing member into her very wet and ready pussy. The velvety folds grip me tightly, milking me and pulling me deeper. We are both panting and gasping for air. Sometimes we try to see how long we can hold off our orgasms, this isn't one of those times. She rocks up and down as quickly as possible moving her strong thighs and hips. It doesn't take long before she gasps one last time and starts twitching and shaking, this brings me over the edge and we finish together.
We lay cuddled together for a short while, content with the afterglow. When we do recover enough, we step into the shower and clean off the evidence of what we had done. We got dressed, Rindi in green slacks, green tennis shoes and a nice white frilly blouse, me in my jeans and a new t-shirt.
Back in the rec room, I opened the letter from Sheila. Inside is a birthday card, it says. I could never have had a better brother, I asked once and the folks said no. You are still my favorite brother, love ya, Sheila.
Rindi laughed when she read it. "Can we go deposit my check into the bank or should I just cash it?" She asked me.
"It's your decision, just like college is," I informed her. "Sometimes I will offer my opinions to you, the final decisions will always be up to you. We might have to hire Phyl to do your taxes after this year. You don't have to worry about those until next year, since you didn't have any income last year."
"Should I put the money into the debit account or open a new savings account?" Rindi asked then.
"Since my account is all atomatic deposits, in order to keep my own income taxes straight, I think you should get a separate savings and debit account." I tell Rindi, after a few minutes of consideration.
We are both quiet during the drive to the bank. Listening to the radio and contemplating our own thoughts. I'm hoping Rindi decides not to go to college, there really isn't a good reason to go, unless you need a degree. Especially if you have income sources. My own water business is nearly double what she got for only three weeks. If something happens to me, her income would be around thirty-five thousand a month. I would miss having her around, if something happened to her, I thought to myself. She could be a brat but so could I, Sheila was a tease just like my parents, I had learned from all three of them.
At the bank, I opened the car door for Rindi, opened the bank door and followed her inside. Once inside, Louise greets us. She and mom had been best friends for as long as I could remember, mom was only fifty-six when she died and Louise was in her early thirties.
