Spring had sprung, bringing with it the kind of weather that just demanded that a person get out and enjoy.
Yes, it was time for a good old fashioned Wallace family cook out - the first of the season! These had been a staple of our lives when my brother Roger and I were growing up and we had always loved them so much that weâd insisted on carrying on the tradition even after weâd grown up and started families of our own. Thankfully, our wives had loved the idea too and come to enjoy these special little get-togethers just as much as we did.
So, as I sat there at the picnic table in my brotherâs back yard that afternoon, I took a moment to consider the happy family that surrounded me.
My wife Helen was sitting across from me, looking more beautiful than ever as she cradled our newborn baby boy. I mean, even though she was right in the middle of an animated conversation about diaper changes with the woman beside her, my brotherâs wife Louise, Helen was positively glowing. Roger himself meanwhile was cooking up the hamburgers and hot dogs, thoroughly enjoying the big and elaborate gas powered grill he had blown so much cash on last Christmas. Finally, my eldest child, Marcie, and my brotherâs youngest, Emily, were occupied with playing some kind of silly game that apparently required them to run all over the yard while squealing and giggling.
That only left one more person in that yard, of course - Roger and Louiseâs eldest child.
Carly.
My eyes shifted to the girl who was sitting beside me, so close that I could feel her body heat, my nose twitching as it filled with her scent.
At first glance, my niece seemed to be fascinated by the new baby, paying rapt attention to my gushing wifeâs story about how many diapers the baby was going through each week, but I knew better. I think Iâve come to know this nineteen year old girl better than her own parents and it seemed so obvious to me that she was more interested in the man sitting beside her than in cooing over the baby. When I saw her steal a sideways look at me - flashing me that secret smile that I had come to love when our eyes met - there was no doubt at all in my mind about what this young lady was plotting.
It would be not merely dangerous, but downright foolhardy to try to turn those schemes into reality right now, but Carly had all the impetuousness of youth and wasnât going to let a little thing like good, common sense keep her from what she wanted.
Shooting me a significant look, Carly suddenly announced that she was going back inside for a moment. Her mother only gave her a distracted nod, right in the middle as she now was of a discussion on how best to get out spit up stains. The girl slid off the bench then, making sure to brush against me, and strolled off towards the house. The little minx even made sure to put a little extra wiggle in her backside as she knew that I would be watching.
I lingered there at the picnic table for a moment, uncertain, trying hard to convince myself not to do what every fiber in my body absolutely ached to do.
It would be the height of stupidity for me to take Carly up on the offer she had just silently made, but when you came right down to it, there was just no resisting her. I stayed put as long as I could, not wanting it to look like I was only going inside because my young niece had, but finally I excused myself by claiming to need to use the bathroom and made a beeline for the house.
It was comforting to see that my departure wasnât drawing any more attention than Carlyâs had, let me tell you.
I found her in the kitchen.
Carly was just standing there, oh, so casually, leaning back against the counter next to the sink and sipping from a juice box. Her eyes rose to meet mine as I came into the room, feigning great surprise that I was there.
âOh, hi, uncle Paul,â she teased in that throaty purr that never failed to set my blood to racing. âWhat are you doing in here?â
I could not help myself and immediately shot a guilty look towards the window. I could see the backyard from here and needed to reassure myself that nobody looked like they were even considering coming back into the house. When I turned back, it was to find a soft, knowing smile on my nieceâs lips.
I knew full well that the smartest thing in the world that I could do right now was to turn around and rejoin the rest of the family outside, but of course I didnât do it.
Make no mistake, there were plenty of times when I felt just horrible about what was happening between me and this girl. How could I not? But I have to sat that when we were actually together, when Carly was in my arms, when her lips were on mine, when our bodies were united in the most intimate way imaginable, any feelings of guilt or remorse I might be suffering from faded away to nothingness. No, at times like this, there was only ecstacy.
I mean, how could I refuse to accept so precious and amazing a gift from my niece?
Weâd come here for a reason and we needed to do this quickly before anyone started wondering where weâd disappeared to, but I just could not resist pausing to enjoy the sight of her.
When it came to Carly, it wasnât just a cheesy line to say that heaven must be missing an angel.
Who ever would have thought that such a young girl could be so naturally beautiful, so well versed in the art of driving a man out of his mind with lust for her? It was fortunate that she was such a practiced master of disguise or her parents would never get another good night of sleep and her friends would certainly never let her get anywhere near their boyfriends.
The truth, though, was that she had not been the sweet and innocent young thing she appeared to be since at least her eighteenth birthday, almost one year ago.
Naturally, I had always been well aware of what a beautiful girl Carly was, but obviously I would never have actually been brave enough - or is that stupid enough? - to try anything with my own niece. She had no such inhibitions however and, though Iâll never be able to understand what a young hottie like her saw in a middle-aged man like me, she decided to put the moves on me right there at her party!
Iâll never forget how shocked I was when she drew me away from the crowd of friends and family who had gathered in this very home for the celebration. She got me into her bedroom, pressed a searing hot kiss to my lips, and then dropped her pants. There was no denying her lustful demands, no resisting the burning needs of my own body and so I bent this delicious child over her own bed and fucked her to within an inch of her life.
I still canât quite understand how we got away with it. I mean, not only was the house absolutely full of people, but who ever heard of a birthday girl disappearing from her own party for about half an hour so that she could be deflowered and then get cleaned up without anyone even noticing?!
But, when you came right down to it, none of that mattered right now. I chastised myself for not keeping my attention focused on the here and now, for wasting time that could have been spent in her arms.
She was just raising that juice box to take another sip from it when I stepped forward, closing the distance between us. One of my hands caught hold of her wrist, pulling the box away from her lips, guiding the hand that held it over to the sink.
It was obvious that she was glad to see I was finally doing something other than look at her and a smirk was just starting to form when I collided with her - the full length of my body pressed against herâs, my lips firmly against her own. The little moan that rose from the back of her throat was echoed by mine, our mouths opening to deepen the kiss.
The juice box slipped from her fingers unnoticed, dropping into the sink with a soft thunk.
Flooded with memories of what this girl had done to me in days past and eagerly anticipating what lay in store for me today here in my brotherâs kitchen, thrilling to the sensation of hardened nipples pressing into my chest, my dick lost no time in coming to attention. It wasnât the most comfortable feeling in the world having my stiff member pinned up between us, but we were both thoroughly enjoying having it there.
I was still holding her by the wrist of course, but my other hand now rose to stroke and caress her face as we continued to make out. We could find so little time to be alone together like this that I was reveling in this forbidden moment weâd stolen.
It would be so, so easy to utterly lose myself in this young girl.
I marveled at the softness of her skin, itâs unique texture, the heat that was radiating off of it. It had been such a trial to keep my hands to myself when we were sitting next to each other outside, but now I was able to indulge myself by stroking her face lovingly, earning myself the sweetest little sighs of pleasure from my lover.
I let go of her wrist now, my hand trailing slowly up her arm to her shoulder and raising goose bumps, making her shiver as my mouth finally left herâs and worked itâs way down to her long neck. The long and languid moan that escaped her as I worked was enough to make my cock jerk, anxious to get inside her, but I somehow managed to restrain myself just a little longer.
The hand that had gone to her shoulder did not remain there for long, slipping down and moving very obviously down towards one of her pert breasts.