I couldn’t believe it had been a year. Time for Christmas shopping with the wife and parties with friends. Normally, I hate shopping and am pretty much indifferent to parties. Not this year. I couldn't wait until Saturday. After last year, I had much to hope for.
Tena, my wife’s niece, hosted the family party last year. The day, as you may recall, turned out very well for me. Normally, I despise these things. So many rednecks in our family made me a grouch. I think that may have played a part in why Tena gave me the attention that changed my mind.
She and her husband had recently purchased a house on five beautiful acres and wanted to show it off. There were already ten cars parked up and down the driveway when we arrived. The house was ranch-style with a wide front porch behind several huge water oaks. High on a hill overlooking a small lake to one side and piney woods on the other, it didn’t need any landscaping.
“Hey, y’all,” Tena called, opening the front door for us.
“Hi, hon,” my wife answered, accepting a hug from her niece.
Turning to me, Tena held her arms wide and offered a hug. I accepted without hesitation, taking her small body in my arms, “You got any presents to wrap?” I whispered, watching my wife walk into the house, not paying attention to us.
Tena pushed her palm between my legs and over my cock which was already beginning to rise, “I have something you can help me with,” she smiled, squeezing my dick through my jeans.
“Happy to help,” I answered, squeezing her ass with my one free hand.
She led me inside and showed me where to put the bag of gifts that we brought. Looking around, I was impressed with the interior of the house. Timber-framed beams interlocked in the tops of live-edged columns at every open doorway set the theme of the natural wood decor. A huge heart-pine table and matching benches dominated the dining room. I slid my palm across the table, deceptively smooth given the hand-hewn look.
The house smelled of holiday foods and pumpkin spice candles. Children ran about, playing and shouting. The men sat around the big carport, taken in as a rec room. There was a huge flat screen mounted on a brick wall, a football game blaring through a surround system. I took a Coke from the refrigerator and started walking in that direction.
“Nope,” Tena laughed, grabbing the crook of my arm, “I need to show you some things.”
“Okay,” I agreed very quickly, “I’m at your service.”
“Aunt Ree,” she called to my wife, “Can I borrow him for a while? I’ve got some renovation questions for him.”
“He is all yours,” she laughed, “Keep his grumpy ass as long as you want him.”
“Come on Uncle T,” she said, taking my hand and rushing up the stairs, “I’ll give you the grand tour first.”
At the top of the beautiful heart-pine stairs, she pulled me to the left, “Come on Unc. You are going to love this.”
I followed my petite niece through a wide door that accessed a room that amazed me. Looking around in awe, I said, “This belongs in the mountains, not Foxworth, Mississippi.”
“I know, right,” she said.
The ceiling was vaulted and covered in heart pine boards. Running horizontally, the monotony was broken every ten feet by timber-framed beams. The heavy architecture was live-edged and hand-hewn. The gable wall at the end was all glass and overlooked the lake. As beautiful as it was, it was loud. Every footstep or word spoken echoed from the hard wooden surfaces. The only thing in the room yet was the bear skin rug in the center of the floor under an elk horn chandelier.
“What is this room going to be?” I asked.
“I want it to be the master bedroom,” she answered, “But hubby doesn’t think he wants to sleep upstairs. He thinks that when we get older that we won’t be able to climb the stairs.”
“Get his ass one of those stair lift chairs.”
We laughed and she showed me the adjacent bathroom and attic storage that she thought could easily be converted to his and hers closet. It was plenty big enough and very possible. There was already a full-sized door and plenty of headroom. I agreed with Tena. This would be a great renovation project. Not to mention that it would be a great excuse to come over when hubby was gone.
“What do you think, Unc?” She asked, “Can you do it? For me?”
“It’s possible,” I answered, “But how do you plan on paying me?”
Her eyes bore into mine and her smile was naughty. I watched her close the door and lock it, pulling her ugly Christmas sweater off and dropping it. Slowly walking past me to the bearskin rug, she pushed her tights and panties just below her ass. My cock grew rapidly hard in my pants. Tossing her bra to the floor, she said, “Consider this a down payment.”
Testing the knob to make sure it was locked, I walked to my pretty little niece. She knelt on the rug and pulled my pants to my knees. My cock pointed at her like a crooked finger, accusing her of some dirty act. She took it in her small hand, squeezing and stroking. I watched her open her mouth and swallow half of it without hesitation. Her tongue, warm and wet, slid up and down the bottom of my shaft.
My eyes met hers as she stared up at me, sucking my dick.
This wasn’t like last year. No teasing nor stealthy touching while everyone else was distracted by the party games. She went straight to work, hurrying me to expel my load onto her thirsty tongue. I didn’t try to hold back. The party had just started and we needed to join it before anyone came knocking. It had been several weeks since I’d had sex with the wife so I knew my load would be large. Even still, I didn’t bother to warn my young niece. She swallowed it last year so I didn’t think she would mind.
My hunch was correct. As soon as my head fell back and I moaned, “I’m coming,” Tena started stroking my shaft while sucking my cock head, taking each emission with a gulp. This was raw and hurried. Nothing sensual or beautiful. Just a quick blowjob and we were done. A few minutes later, she was dressed and we were walking downstairs to join the family. Halfway down, she stopped me.
“You’re going to stay a while, aren’t you?”
“Sure,” I replied, “Nothing pressing me to go.”
“Good,” she smiled, “We’re going to need to take a closer look at this project after the party.”
I agreed and then we joined the rest of the family in the rec room. The kids bounced around yelling like wild Indians. Most of the men sat on a sectional in front of the big screen watching the game and drinking beer. My wife was laughing with her sister and some friends so I took a beer from the cooler and joined the guys.
I was close enough that I could hear Tena telling my wife that I would be remodeling her master bedroom this year and how she looked forward to it. What had to be done would take but two weeks if I tried. I could see it dragging out over several months though. I wanted to fuck her all summer. Even after two children, her body was gorgeous. So petite and shaped just right.
What triggered the memory, I couldn’t say but my mind went back ten years. Tena had just turned sixteen years old and was on a sleepover with one of my daughters. It was getting on about nine o’clock in the evening and the girls were getting showers. I had no idea that Tena was in my bathroom when I pushed the door open.
There she stood, naked and wet, drying her hair with a towel. It took a few seconds for me to process what I had stumbled into. She had not noticed me since she was rubbing a towel on her head. Such a fine young body. Her tits were just barely there and her pointy nipples seemed to be erect. Slim and perfect, her body glistened under the lights of the room.
I just stood gawking and taking in her nakedness, my cock immediately got hard. My eyes were drawn to the black whist of hair that formed the tiniest of triangles between her thighs. I could only imagine how tight her young pussy would be. I could feel the warmth of the pre-cum on my cock head already. My eyes bugged and hers did also when she finally finished her hair.
“Uncle T,” she gasped in surprise.
“Oh, shit,” I spat, “Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here.”
She stood there, really not trying to hide her body, “I guess I forgot to lock the door.”
“My fault,” I said, still not looking away, “I should have knocked.”
We stood there for what seemed an eternity, my eyes invading her privacy, not saying a word. She just smiled and stood naked, letting her perverted uncle see everything. I finally shook myself, “Uh, sorry,” I said, backing out slowly and closing the door. I was hard and needed to come so I made a quick trip to my shop in the backyard. A few minutes and some power stroking later, I came like a dam burst.
That was the end of it as far as I was concerned. You know how men are. They see some skin, get excited, get some relief, take a nap, then get back to life. For her, it was her turn to see something. About an hour later I excused myself from the family to get a shower and get ready to turn in for the night.
Tena, having said she had left her phone in the bathroom, was standing by the vanity when I stepped out of the shower. Without noticing her, I reached for a towel, water dripping from the head of my flaccid dick.
I opened my eyes when she handed me the towel, “Tena,” I said, surprised, “What the fuck?”
“What?” She laughed, “You can peep but I can’t?”
My jaw dropped and I just stood there, towel in hand and dick hanging, “It was an accident,” I said in my defense, “You shouldn’t be in here.”
“It’s big,” she said with a naughty smile, reaching to touch it.
Before I could stop her or cover myself with the towel, she had her fingers wrapped around my shaft, squeezing it gently. I grew hard in just seconds causing her to grin from ear to ear, “You’re dick got hard fast.”
I tried to cover myself and turn away but she started to stroke me, “ Someone is going to catch us,” I warned, savoring the feel of her small hand sliding up and down my rigid shaft.
“Nuh-uh,” she answered, “They are watching House.”
“You’re Aunt Ree is going to kill you when she catches us,” I whispered, looking past her at the open bathroom door.
“I just wanted to feel it, Uncle T,” she smiled, letting my cock slide throbbing from her little hand, “I like it.”
I watched her walk down the hall and turn around with a smile before going downstairs. Shaking my head, I felt my heart pounding in my chest and couldn’t resist finishing what she started. For the second time in an hour and a half, I made myself come to the thought of my pretty little niece. I felt like such a perv.
“What are you thinking about, Unc?” Tena asked, sitting on the arm of the chair that I occupied.
Reality set back in and I answered, “Oh, nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, she whispered, leaning close to my ear, “ You’re hard right now. I know you’re thinking about me.”
I glanced to see the bulge in my jeans and covered it with my beer, “You remember when you walked in on me years ago?” I asked, “You know when I was getting a shower.”
“No,” she whispered, “You walked in on me.”
“Whatever,” I grunted a laugh, “ I made myself come twice that night thinking about you.”
“I did too,” she smiled, “Yours was the first one I ever touched.”
My dick was already hard when she sat by me but it was raging now. Any excuse to fuck her would be welcomed. That, sadly, would have to wait. It was time to exchange gifts. As usual, I got a pack of Walmart socks. I guess I’ll use them one day.
Time passed and we had an unusually nice time. That may have had something to do with the blowjob that Tena gave me earlier. The party began to wind down and people began to leave. Tena’s husband was called to work so she asked my wife if she could borrow me again.
She lead me up the stairs after I retrieved my tape measure from the toolbox on my truck, “We’ll be down in a little while,” she yelled to the remaining guests, waving a notepad at them.
At the top of the stairs, she took my wrist and hurried me into the big bedroom, slamming the door and pulling the disappearing stairway down. It touched the floor right in front of the door effectively keeping it shut without having to lock it. Dropping the notebook, Tena pulled that bearskin rug to the corner behind the door and began to strip her clothes.
“You won’t have to make yourself come today, Unc.”
I was down to my underwear as fast as I could manage, my cock pushing hard at the black material. Tena knelt, her knees wide, on the rug. I pushed my boxer briefs to the floor and kicked them away. Last year we fucked on her bed. This year it would be on the bear that her husband killed in Canada earlier in the year. When I stepped up to her, she immediately swallowed my cock as far as she could.
I wanted her sweet, young pussy but if she wanted to drink my cum again, I wouldn’t complain. Her hands cupped my ass and she pulled me tightly to her, swallowing every hard inch of my Johnson. This young lady was like a Little Caesar's pizza, hot and ready. I could detect the aroma of her arousal in the air.
I pulled away and laid on my back, inviting her to a mutually beneficial position. Her petite body lay atop mine, my face between her legs and hers between mine. Her juices coated my tongue and smeared my face. Her scent drove my lust. I dipped my tongue into her sweet, wet folds and drank from her pool of carnal honey. My fingers spread her ass cheeks, giving access to every orifice. I sampled all.
My attention on her sex did not drown out the pleasure she enthusiastically gave at mine. Her warm lips sliding up and down my shaft drew me ever deeper into her ocean of desire. Her tongue swirled at the head of my throbbing cock causing me to quake. I needed to fuck her. Her head bobbed quickly up and down, taking my cock deep into her throat with every stroke. My tongue was buried as deep as I could force it into her depths. Her girl cum dripped from my chin.
We had to stifle moans and hold back cursing and dirty instructions to each other for fear of being heard. I was on the verge of exploding when she sat up on my face, leaving my cock to bounce over my hips. I would gladly have suffocated under her tiny weight as she ground her sex on my mouth and nose. She trembled in orgasm, flooding my mouth with her sex juice. My hands were on her hips, pulling her tightly onto me.
Her orgasm shook her little body in wave after wave of stormy pleasure atop that lifeless bearskin, slowly releasing its hold and letting her calm enough that I could roll her onto her back. It was my turn.
I continued eating her sweet young pussy through another orgasm, my hand over her mouth to stifle her moans of pleasure. Biting the heel of my hand, she growled her pleasure. Her thighs and my face were slick with her juices.
My cock throbbed between my legs, bouncing with the pounding of my heart. Threads of clear, sticky pre cum were all over the hairs of that dead bear. I needed release.
Pulling my hand from her mouth, I crawled up her body and mounted her, driving my dick into her dripping pussy. Tight and slick, she felt amazing wrapped around my shaft. I pushed hard even though I had bottomed out. Her body scooted with each thrusting hump.
Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. "Ah's" and "mm's" escaped her lips in whispered moans. I knew I wouldn’t last long but I fucked her for all I was worth. If it weren’t for the rug, I swear my balls would be bouncing on the floorboards of the room. Her hands pushed her long hair from her face and she began to shudder through her third orgasm.
Her pussy, already tight, began to spasm, gripping my shaft. I could feel her body lifting from the rug with every out-stroke only to be driven back to the floor with the following thrust. So fucking wet, her orgasm triggered mine.
I nearly shouted when my first spasm sent a long spurt of cum deep into her womb. Another short, hard thrust and another rope sprang from my loins, filling her pussy with my thick, white seed. I hadn’t come this hard since last Christmas. Another then another emission, flooding her depths. I nearly collapsed on her petite body, exhausted from our power fuck.
Tena rolled on top of me, grinding her hips, milking every last drop from my spent cock. We both needed to shower, smelling of sex, but that wasn’t possible. I quickly dressed as she did and she suggested that I stay behind while she went for wet wipes.
I agreed and started writing random measurements and sketches in the notebook. Might as well attempt to legitimize spending so much time alone with my pretty little niece. Another glance at the bear on the floor, his teeth jutted from its lifeless mouth in an eerie smile that seemed to accuse, “I know what you just did.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” I chuckled, “I got mine.”
