If you haven't read Part 1 of this story you should.
To all those that commented on Part 1, thank you for your input.
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I came out of the restless sleep earlier than I usually woke up, just before 7:00 AM with my hand wrapped around my hard cock. At first I thought it was another of the dreams I had had throughout the night inspired by the guilt and desire I was feeling about the previous evening's encounter with my niece, who had come to stay with me for the summer.
As I lay in bed going over the events of last night I realized that I could smell that distinctive odor of fresh brewed coffee. It made sense that my 19 year old niece Becky would be up earlier that me seeing that she had a 2 hour time shift to deal with. It took me a few minutes to decide that the best approach was to deal with the issues caused by last night's activities was to just bring it up and not avoid the obvious.
I got out of bed sporting my morning wood and after relieving myself and brushing my teeth I jumped into the shower. As I was rubbing soap over my body the images of my niece modeling her sexing see through lingerie for me kept going through my head until I found myself stroking my cock as my sexual arousal built. With an extreme amount of willpower I reluctantly removed my hand from my member and repeatedly told myself that jacking off to the images of your very own niece was morally wrong and that I had to stop thinking about fucking her.
Somehow I managed to finish my shower, dry myself off and get ready for the day without getting hard again. It is very difficult to slip into even the loosest pair of jeans if you're sporting a massive 8 inch long and thick hard-on. I managed though and was able to tuck my semi-hard cock down the inside of my pant leg which allowed me the comfort I was looking for. I left my room determined to discuss this with my niece Becky and setup the necessary boundaries that we would need to employ to make the next three months as comfortable as possible.
That determination lasted all the way down the hallway until I got to the kitchen. As soon as I turned the corner and looked at Becky standing in front of the stove with her back to me all my resolve to deal with the situation faded. It was not her fault, she couldn't help looking sexy and desirable, even when she was wearing a simple pair of blue jeans and a tee shirt. She had a perfect hourglass shaped body which was only enhanced by the tight jeans stretched over he ass, the belt sitting across the widest part.
The light blue tee shirt hugged her waist perfectly and accentuated her perfectly shaped back. After taking in this simple view I could already feel my cock reacting, and thought that maybe I should have jacked off in the shower after all, which may have helped me control this. That, in addition to my imagination trying to visualize how the tight tee shirt would make her tits look, made my head start spinning again in the conflict of thought between my wanton desire and what many considered the most taboo act imaginable.
Becky had not noticed my arrival as I gazed upon her from across the island counter in the kitchen. I moved in further and made a deliberate noise opening the cupboard door to grab a coffee cup, saying good morning at the same time, all the while keeping an eye on my niece. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder wearing a bright smile and saying good morning.
"I figured eggs and ham were fine because that's what I found, over easy is what I can remember, is that right?" she asked nonchalantly as she turned back to the stove.
"Over easy is fine," I replied as I made my way over to the island counter opposite the stove with my coffee. I continued watching her of course, I don't think I could have removed my eyes from her even if I tried. Suddenly the toaster popped up a couple of slices which she grabbed, buttered, placed on a plate along with the eggs and ham and finally turned towards me. She placed the plate in front of me and asked if there was anything else I wanted. What I wanted was to get my head clear so I could deal with the situation developing between me and my niece. Instead I felt my cock twitch as she went and poured herself some coffee,
I decided that eating may help clear my head so I dug in like I hadn't eaten for days. I wolfed down a few bites while watching her in my peripheral vision. When she turned back and came to sit on the counter stool next to me, I got a good look at her tits pushing the thin blue material of her vee-neck tee shirt to the limit. I could also see the outline of her bra, and how the upper edge of the cup pushed her tits a little higher causing the flesh above the cup to jiggle with each step. I had to force myself not to stare, although I'm pretty sure she noticed where my eyes had wandered.
I turned back to my food and took a few more bites before sitting up and taking a gulp of coffee. I figured I had to get the subject of the previous evening out for discussion before she drove me completely nuts. "Becky, about last night," I started to say while setting my coffee down on the table. Before I could say another word however Becky jumped right in. MARK "Oh I am so sorry Uncle Pete, all that wine must have gone right to my head. I certainly don't want you to get the wrong idea you know. I hardly ever drink and I should have stopped after the second glass but the wine was so good. It's not like I'm a lush normally but we were having so much fun I guess I forgot stop. When I ran off to bed I was feeling the effects of the wine a lot, and I don't do well when the room starts spinning, if you know what I mean." She sat there smiling at me innocently.
Her explanation almost made me feel relieved. Was her drinking the excuse I needed, or did I need something more? I had already figured that she probably would of acted a lot differently if it wasn't for the wine. I could easily forgive myself for getting a 19 year old desirable young lady drunk, where I would probably have a lot more difficulty forgiving myself if I had been bold enough to fuck her last night. At least that's what flew through my mind in the seconds following her announcement about the booze.
As much as I wanted to I could not let sleeping dogs lie and to just tell her to forget about it, and maybe scold her about the responsibility that goes along with alcohol consumption. She just sat there looking at me with that big beautiful smile of hers, as it she was expecting me to say something, which was natural seeing that she had just offered up an explanation as to her hurried exit last night. Did her explanation include her behavior before her exit? I had to find out if the booze was the only reason why she had modeled the negligee for me.