We lay quietly, Joyce's head on my shoulder, her body pressed against mine, savoring the quiet time after hot lovemaking, and I looked forward to a hot, sex-filled weekend. I was thinking about what had happened this morning when I watched Stacie savagely fuck herself in the shower.
Joyce whispered, "Uncle J, what are you thinking about?"
I told her about what I had witnessed, and how revved up my cock had been.
Joyce cooed, "Ummm, that was so nice of my Auntie S to give you a show, and get you all hard and ready for me!" She giggled, then continued, "It almost sounds like she was in a rape fantasy...or maybe she was actually raped, perhaps?"
I replied, "No, that couldn't be it, she was a virgin cherry on our wedding night."
Joyce said softly, "Well, there is such a thing as a surgically replaced virginity." At my startled look, she continued, "Repairing the hymen is not that difficult. It consists of piecing together the remnants by closing the tear, or, if there is not enough membrane left, a tear through bio-material is inserted, stitched into place, and Viola, she's a fully born again virgin. Both are very simple, fast surgeries."
"But why would she go to all that trouble?"
Joyce replied, "Sounds like she tried to take away what happened, by going full-on born again virginity. That's why she denied you until the wedding night, but the fact that she still couldn't get into it shows that mentally, she has yet not recovered."
With a teasing note, I said, "How do you know so much about this?"
Joyce giggled, then said, "There was an article about it in 'Cosmopolitan' magazine. It's a big thing in a lot of cultures, where men can fuck anything that moves, while women are supposed to remain virgin pure before marriage, so family honor is not besmirched. What a load of bullshit."
Interesting. I wondered about that, something to look into, maybe find out some interesting information about Stacie's possibly born again virginity. I filed that away for future reference, there was a lot more to look forward to this weekend.
Joyce said, "Uncle J, let's go out for dinner. Now that we have the whole house to ourselves for the weekend, we don't need to be fucking at the same pace as rabbits in spring. We can take our time, savor the anticipation, and I can model some racy things I bought, just for your viewing pleasure. I want to work those balls into a frenzy, I love the feel of my Uncle lover's hot, incestuous cum filling up my tight little holes."
It sounded like a great idea, my appetite was really demanding food, and when Joyce went to get dressed, I went into the master bathroom and washed down my cock, I had a feeling that it would be called upon very soon after dinner, and I wanted my niece, my lover, to have a clean cock for her pleasure. I started to get dressed, I'd just pulled on a set of briefs when I heard her footsteps coming down the hall.
Just before she appeared, she said, "I hope you like this Uncle lover."
Joyce stepped into the doorway and paused, oh she looked sensational. My other appetite for her hot, sexy charms would have no problem building back up, with the way she looked. Joyce was wearing a full-length lime green gown, it hugged her body around her hips and her waist, as the dress rose, it split into a deep V that showed off her beautiful cleavage to full effect, the dress left her shoulders and her back, to the bottom of her shoulder blades, bare. As the material came around to the front, it further accentuated her cleavage as she was wearing no bra, giving you a peek at the outside of her breasts, which were a magnificent sight, nestled in the teardrop cup shapes that the dress took on as it went over her breasts. The top of the dress came up to two green straps that went around the neck, which were then tied up in a green ribbon behind her neck. She did a slow turn, letting me enjoy the full view, what a stunning sight. Her sexy rump looked magnificent, the outline of her wonderful ass, and I could see the thin strap of a thong underneath.
Her eyes bright, she saw the reaction as my cock stiffened, and she cooed, "Oh yeah, I can see how much you like this Uncle J, I wanted to look my very best for you."
While she watched, I got dressed in my dark blue, double-breasted suit, white dress shirt, and blue and white striped tie, and when I was ready, I turned to face her.
"Oh yes, looking so hot, so sexy, I am so looking forward to our weekend."
Soon, we were seated in La Scala, it was the best Italian restaurant in town, and it was a real romantic setting. Subdued lighting, candles on the tables, and lots of space between tables for more intimacy. I'd taken Stacie there a few times, trying to break her ice shell, and gave up when it was obvious that it was not going to warm her up.
I had noticed more than a few male heads turn our way as we were led to our table, sizing up Joyce's sexy shape, and wishing that they could be her lucky date. Having Joyce's smiling face close by, and her leg gently pressed against mine under the table, made La Scala the romantic place it was meant to be.
Our waiter was pleased when I spoke Italian as I ordered the Insalata Caesar for two, they prepare it at your table, and for our main courses, I chose the Risotto di Pepperoni con Petto di Manzo, which was braised beef brisket on smoked bell pepper risotto, and for Stephanie, at her request, I ordered the Capellini al Caprese, which was angel hair pasta, tomatoes, garlic, sautéed shrimp, basil & fresh mozzarella. She smiled at me as I ordered for her. When I started to date, my brother told me that finding out what your date wants, then ordering for her is a classy move, and Joyce liked it.
Joyce smiled, and asked me, "So when did you learn Italian?"
I replied, "Well, it was when I went to Italy for a year back when I was 20. I loved every minute, the culture, the art, the food, the wines, and the people, so friendly."
Joyce grinned, and said, "And the women? I hope you weren't celibate during your visit!"
I grinned back, and replied, "No, I had more than a few ladies share my bed. Most of them liked to whisper Italian words of endearment while we were making love, and that was erotic as hell!"
The Caesar salad was prepared at our table, and I enjoyed watching Joyce's reaction as she watched our waiter deftly prepare it. When she tasted it, she let out a yummmmm, and our salad plates were quickly emptied.
"That was amazing!" Joyce cooed.
"I know, this is the best Caesar salad I've tasted, outside of Italy."