My Sweet Young Niece

My Sweet Young Niece

My wife’s older sister, Cheryl, is a stunningly sexy woman. Cheryl and I had a sexual encounter the summer before this happened, but we had not spoken of it since. Cheryl has a beautiful young daughter, Christine, who was 16 years old at the time this happened. Christine’s real father was a loser who had been out of the picture since she was a baby, so she grew up without a father. I have known Christine since she was a very young girl of about 7 (I was 22 when I married her aunt), and I have always been her favorite uncle. I guess I was the cool uncle with the Harley and the tattoos that listened to rock and roll or something. Anyway, we were always close – she would hang around me and ask for rides on my bike. She would talk to me about her school and her friends and she loved to sit behind me and rub my neck and shoulders. Like I said, we were extremely close, but not a father/daughter thing. I always thought we were more like big brother and little sister than anything else.

Christine grew from a cute little girl into a beautiful teenager. It was clear that she had her mother’s genes. By the time she reached 16, she had long, silky dark brown hair, a creamy complexion, beautiful brown eyes and a sensuous mouth with full pouty lips. She stood 5’4” tall with a slender figure and the most luscious pear-shaped ass. She was really taking after her mother in the breast area, too. Her mother, as I have told you before, has the most incredible pair of 38DD tits that I have ever seen – they hardly even need bra support. Well, Christine was well on her way. At 16, she already had a very full C cup rack and being shorter and more slender than her mother, they actually looked bigger on her. Believe me, I couldn’t help but notice how she was growing up, even though I tried like hell to keep those thoughts out of my mind. I have to confess, however, that once in awhile the thought of that sweet, young body would invade my masturbation fantasies and I would jack off furiously thinking about those ripe young breasts and that luscious ass, only imagining what her sweet, tight pussy would taste and feel like.

The summer after Christine turned 16, my wife’s aunt was hosting a family reunion for their family. My wife said we had to attend, even though I had to miss a run to do so – I wasn’t happy. The reunion was at her aunt’s place, which was located on the outskirts of town. Her property was about five acres in size and surrounded by woods. There were probably about 50-60 people there at the peak and there was BBQ and kegs of beer as well as a whole lot of other liquor flowing, too. Both Cheryl and Christine were there.

The party had been going on all day and the sun had long since gone down. I was really buzzed and tired of the family shit so I decided to escape all the noise and confusion and try to get a little peace and solitude – go smoke a joint and relax a little. Toward the back of her property, my wife’s aunt had a large garage and storage facility and behind that was a tool shed/workshop that was somewhat smaller than a single-car garage. The partygoers were all getting pretty drunk and were all either in the house at this point or hanging out at picnic tables that had been set up beside it. I walked out into the relative darkness and headed back between the two buildings. I lit up a joint of some excellent weed I had with me and had just taken my first big hit.

“Uncle Roger? Whatcha doin’?”

My niece, Christine, came walking in between the two buildings. Actually, I should say that she came staggering in between the two buildings. It was clear that she had been into more than just a little beer tonight and she was obviously pretty fucked up. I couldn’t help but register just how fucking hot she looked in the dim light. She was wearing a short little Harley-Davidson crop top that showed off her flat stomach. Her tits looked amazing in that tight little shirt and I figured she had to be wearing a push-up bra. She was wearing tight, low-rise blue jeans and sandals and looked just sexy as hell, although I quickly tried to push those thoughts out of my mind.

“Is that a joint you’re smoking?”

Although we had never discussed getting high or anything I figured, what the hell, and said, “Yep, you want some?”

She staggered over to me, threw both arms around my waist from the side and reached out with her lips puckered. I put my left arm around her back, kind of hugging her, and offered her the joint with the other hand. She drew in, like she knew what she was doing, but then let out a big cough and started laughing. I rubbed her back a little and she hugged me harder, pressing her entire body length against my side, kind of straddling my left leg, with those big, soft tits mashed against my left ribcage. We stayed in this position until the joint was finished, with me rubbing her back gently and her hugging me and kind of rubbing my stomach.

When the joint was finished, I tossed it away and kind of expected us to break our hold, but she didn’t move and I admit that I didn’t really want to, either.