All characters depicted are over 18. The story is not true but was inspired by actual events and people. Only those involved (the uncle and the niece) would recognize themselves. And as one of those two, I'm really hopeful that the other will...
And PS, my writing style is very deliberately NOT inauthentic or gratuitous dialog (like all the "oh yes fuck your slutty niece with your huge cock and give her your thick baby batter" language), so if you're looking for that, you won't find it here. If you don't appreciate that kind of dialog, well, I hope you'll enjoy this.
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"Mom, can you toss me that blanket that's behind you, please?" my niece Marie asked, as our family sat down to enjoy our traditional Christmas Eve viewing of "It's a Wonderful Life." My wife's sister pulled the blanket up from where it rested on the back side of the couch and handed it to my nephew, who passed it to my mother-in-law, my brother-in-law, my wife, my son, my other niece, and finally to twenty-year-old Marie.
There were a lot of us piled onto the couch, and as the kids had grown older, it was a lot more crowded than it used to be, with bodies pressed more closely together. It was all good because everyone got along, but it was also increasingly difficult for me, because as my wife and I grew apart in our marriage, and as she let herself go physically, my nieces were coming of age, and my god were they gorgeous.
Marie, for example, was stunningly beautiful, with long brown hair and very cute freckles she'd had since she was a little girl. She was also tall, with long legs leading up to a really shapely ass, and while her breasts weren't huge, they were easily C cups, and the sometimes provocative way she dressed (not only in social media photos but also around her family, including one particularly horny uncle) accentuated their ripeness.
On more than one occasion, I'd slipped off to a nearby bathroom to take care of what would otherwise have been an obvious bulge in the front of my pants as a result of an outfit she wore or, as happened more frequently recently, a knowing look she gave me, or an innuendo she'd made that seemed like it was meant only for me to hear, and to get.
As she pulled the blanket over her, and I took one last glance at the gorgeous legs she was about to cover up, it was easy to see why she needed the blanket - small goose bumps had appeared all over her legs, and I was not surprised at all - while the rest of us were decked out in our Christmas pajamas, part of a traditional Christmas Eve gift exchange we'd started years prior, Marie had opted for matching shorts instead of the long flannel pants everyone else had on. And as was typical for her, they were a size smaller than they maybe should have been, so they fit her extremely well showing off her shapely ass, and she also wore them a bit higher than she might have otherwise, pulling them snugly into the crack of her ass. It was distracting, to say the least.
On more than one occasion, we'd left a family get-together, and the first thing my wife would say when we got in the car would be, "Can you believe what Marie was wearing?! How inappropriate, especially with her uncles and grandparents around. I have no idea what my sister is thinking, letting her know it's okay to dress in such skimpy clothes showing off so much of her boobs and butt!"
To which I'd obviously nod and agree, mumbling some form of affirmation, while thinking in the meantime how grateful I was that Marie dressed the way she did, because it made those get-togethers bearable, and even enjoyable, and knowing that when we got home and I got into bed later, I'd be thinking of those outfits and taking matters into my own hands, while imagining things I really shouldn't have been imagining with my niece.
But it gave me something to anticipate before a vacation family get-together, wondering what she'd be wearing; it gave me something look at and daydream about while we were all together; and it gave me something to fantasize about afterwards, wondering what it would be like to touch that creamy skin.
A junior at South Dakota State University, Marie and I hadn't always been close, per se, because we'd lived so far away from her family - us in Northern California, her in Southern Cali - but we'd always had what I thought was a fun connection, and had some good talks over the years. As a nutrition major, she'd spent a long time earlier that day talking with me about her classes, answering questions I asked about what she was studying, what classes she liked and didn't, and how she was enjoying college.
Apparently, one of her favorite classes was Anatomy, and she loved sharing with me what she was learning, sharing her surprise as she learned about how the body worked. One particular lesson she enjoyed was one called "Physical Stimulus," about how the body responded to all varieties of external physical stimulation - goosebumps in response to cold, was one example, and as she covered herself up with the blanket, I couldn't help but wonder what other forms of stimulus she'd learned about in class - and what ones she'd learned about outside of class.
"Do you want to share the blanket with me, Uncle Mark," she asked quietly as the movie began. Before I could answer, she'd already started draping the blanket over my lap and legs, and unobtrusively sliding closer to me, until the sides of our bodies were fully touching. Talk about physical stimulus, I was definitely starting to feel the early stages of being aroused, feeling a somewhat unwelcome and inappropriate stirring in my pajama pants, given the situation and environment in which we all were. The lights in the family room were all off so everyone could enjoy the movie, and I was glad of that because as the light blanket settled over me, the rise in my lap was far too obvious for my liking, so I shifted my position a bit to make it less apparent to anyone who might look my way.
I shifted too late for one person, however - Marie had clearly seen the rise, and attempted to hold the blanket up for me as I shifted my position.
