I had the house to myself for a few days and it was fucking great. My wife was out of town with my son and his class on a weekend field trip to Washington D.C. My 18 year old niece, Amanda, was out with her friend Sheri, presumably at a party of some sort.
Amanda had been living with us for quite a few years since my brother and his wife were killed in a horrific car accident involving a bottle of tequila and an 18 wheeler. In the time she lived with us Amanda had grown into a very pretty, tall brunette with a lovely body. She was now taking some time of between high school and college to have a little fun.
Anyway, I'd taken a shower, threw on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers the settled onto the couch in the living room to enjoy a little ESPN. Thanks to the five strong Jack & Cokes I'd downed I had a fairly decent buzz going (who am I kidding, I was drunk) and I eventually fell asleep while watching the most boring basketball game in the entire history of the sport.
At some point a bit later I was roused from my alcohol induced slumber by a couple of voices but in my half asleep state I couldn't really comprehend what they were saying. It was Amanda, home from her night out and Sheri was with her. It was fairly obvious that they'd had a little bit to drink as well. I didn't say anything or even open my eyes hoping they would just go up to Amanda's room and chill. That's when the voices started making more sense to me.
Sheri was half whispering to Amanda, "Have you ever seen it?"
Amanda answered, "C'mon man. He's my uncle...he's practically my dad."
Sheri again, "Who cares? He's hot. You live here and you've never seen it. Not even on accident."
Amanda said, "No. Now, let's go upstairs -"
Sheri cut her off, "Wait..."
Amanda said almost full voiced, "Not cool. C'mon Sheri, stop it."
I almost let my curiosity get the best of me and nearly opened my eyes to see what Sheri was doing that was so uncool but forced them to stay closed.
Sheri then told Amanda, "I see it. And his balls." Then a few seconds later, "Damn...looks like it's big. Check it out."
It was obvious that from the direction the voice came from Sheri was standing at the end of the couch and looking at my cock through the leg hole in my boxer shorts. I was expecting Amanda's protests to continue but she said, "Really?" and I heard her take a couple of steps to stand next to her friend. This was getting interesting. I stayed silent and still, wanting to see where this would go.
"Is he a light sleeper?", Sheri asked.
"Not when he's had a drink or two. He could sleep through a bomb going off", Amanda replied. She must have noticed the empty glass on the end table.
It was at that point I felt a very warm hand on my thigh just inches from my dick. It rested there for a few seconds and I could only guess that they were watching for a reaction that would signal that I was awake. There was no way was I gonna let that happen.
After about a half a minute the hand started very slowly sliding up my leg pausing every few seconds then continuing. It took almost a full minute for the hand to reach my cock and when it did I felt the fingers wrap around it. I thought that this HAD to be Sheri's hand lightly grasping my pole. Every few seconds she would give it a very gentle squeeze. What happened next I had no control over. My dick started to stiffen and when I heard Sheri whisper, "It's gettin' hard", my suspicions about the hand's owner were confirmed.
While my dick was being massaged to an erection by one hand I felt another hand tug at the waistband of my shorts and start to pull them down. Once my cock was completely freed and in the cool, open air, Sheri began to very slowly jack me off. During all of this I kept expecting to hear my niece ask her friend to stop but she didn't say a fucking word. In my mind's eye I imagined her standing there, watching with fascination while her buddy molested her uncle in his sleep.
Within a short time my dick had grown to it's full eight inches and seemed to be getting harder than it had ever been. The feeling of Sheri's hand slowly working up and down my fat dick was pure heaven.
Amanda remained silent and I began to wonder if she had maybe left the room when she told Sheri, "I dare you to suck it. And don't say dares go first."
I'm laying there, pretending to be passed out but in my mind I'm screaming, "Yeah. Dare you to suck it."
They must have been convinced that I was never going to wake up because I felt a very warm mouth envelope just the head of my dick and linger there for a while before sliding down to take more into her warm, wet mouth. After getting the first four inches into her mouth she pulled back and plunged down again, repeating the process. God, this girl was a master. Her tongue swirled effortlessly around my shaft while she bobbed her head up and down. I really had to fight the urge to put my hand on the back of head and push it down further.
I somehow managed to keep control of the load that seemed to be boiling in my nutsack but it wasn't easy. Sheri pulled off of my cock and whispered to Amanda, "Wanna try it?"
Instead of the sharp "NO!" I expected, she took a while to answer.