I have several brothers and sisters, and each has children of varying ages. One never considers the younger ones. They are just learning to play as little princesses and knights. Jousting in the evening when the family gathers together.
However, some of them are aging into place. One little niece, Brandie had become a delicious twenty year old. Her father and mother had divorced, and she was pretty much on her own.
I had friended her on Facebook. I always liked her as a niece, and a sweet person. She was good enough to friend her old uncle back. So we had started to maintain a sort of conversation on FB. Of course, she used it mainly for her friends her age, but I could occasionally join in the conversation. With a little humor, and a little wisdom gained from living sixty years.
She actually thought of me as her "cool" uncle. Good start.
One day, I received a message on FB telling me she was in trouble and needed help. Unfortunately, I didn't have her number to call her. And for some reason she wouldn't call me. So I decided to drive over to her last place of residence and find out what was the problem. She only lived two hours from me.
When I arrived at her apartment she was alone, but she said her room-mate, a man about twenty-three years old, had just left. He was angry, and she was frightened. Apparently, he had put the moves on her and she had resisted. She was still a virgin!
I must tell you about Brandie. She was part Latina, with long wavy, shiny hair. She had a perpetual smile, with perfect white teeth and lips swollen as if bee-stung. Following the Latina tradition, she had large, precious breasts, and an ass just like J-Lo. Perfection, to an old pervert like me.
But, I was a seducer from way back. All her other female cousins, when they came of age, had learned how nice uncle Gary was. Now I was about to make it Brandie's turn.
I had arrived just at dinner time. She, of course, couldn't cook soup from a can, so we decided to go out to dinner. I was familiar with her home town and took her to a lovely place, not too fancy so as not to intimidate, but fancy enough where they would serve wine to a table without asking questions.
We dined on good food, what doesn't matter. But we also had two bottles of white wine. She had, of course, giggled at her first drink, but she had no problem drinking it down. I made sure she had at least as much as I. And I can hold my wine. She was a novice.
When we got back to her apartment her room-mate was there with a look of belligerence in his eyes. I soon turned that look into one of a whipped puppy. I hadn't served years in the military to take shit from a little twerp who didn't have the balls to serve his country. I think we settled the question of him hitting on Brandie pretty thoroughly. He decided to go spend the night with a more accommodating friend.
This left Brandie in a quandary. It was after 11:00. Should she send her favorite uncle out for a long drive home, or give him a place to stay with her.
"Sweetie," I said, "I could sleep on the couch, but it would probably kill my back."
"Well, Uncle Gary I have a queen size bed. There's plenty of room for the two of us. You're my favorite uncle. Let's do that."
She was swaying a little as she showed me to her room. I think the wine was just hitting her. Then she giggled, and said she always slept in a teddy. Would that be alright. No shit. Would it be alright. Hah. So I told her I always slept in my boxers, would that be alright. Alrights, all around. This was turning out perfect.
So I changed in the bedroom, and she changed in the bathroom. Suddenly I heard her getting sick in there. I rushed in and held her as she was sick in the toilet.
"I'm so sorry baby girl," I said. "I had no idea you couldn't hold your wine."
After she finished, she grinned up at me and said, "I'm still learning." Was she ever. I decided she needed to learn a few more things that night.
We washed her up, me taking advantage of the chance to be as close physically I as I could. She was so virginal and naive, she had know idea how much of her body I could feel as I held her and washed her up. Luckily, she didn't see the hard on I had growing, at least not yet.