As the New Year's Eve party buzzed around us, laughter and music filling the air, my twenty-year-old niece suddenly clutched her stomach, her face paling after too much champagne. She leaned in, whispering to me she needed to leave, and though it was an excuse neither of us could confirm, it worked perfectly. We slipped out quietly, her hand brushing mine as we left the glittering ballroom where, just hours earlier, we'd played a dangerous game of footsie under the table during the pre-meal speeches. The cold night air hit us as we stepped outside, but the charged silence between us was anything but cool.
The hotel room of the high rise building was dim, the soft flicker of candlelight painting golden shadows on the walls. We knew we'd be alone for at least an hour or so before midnight.
My blond long haired tiny five-foot-three niece stood by the window, the thin silk of her red dress clinging to her body in a way that made it impossible to look away. I couldn't help myself--I stepped closer, my cock dripping pre-cum, as I let my fingers brush over her bare shoulder. Her skin was warm, soft, and the faint scent of her perfume drew me in like gravity. She didn't turn right away, but I could feel the way her breath hitched, the way the air between us thickened with something unspoken.
When she finally turned to me, her blue eyes locked with mine, and the rest of the world seemed to fall away. I reached out, my hand finding hers, and the way she laced her fingers through mine made my pulse race. I leaned in, brushing my lips against hers, testing, teasing, before deepening the kiss. I'd waited a long time for this.
On the occasions she stayed with me, usually after arguing with her parents she had jumped into my bed, since turning eighteen and becoming a woman, but I'd always refuse her advances and put her back in her room. I'd take out my frustrations jerking off over her holiday snaps, dirty panties, shoes and pumps.
"I want you Uncle-fuckster," she whispered with a sweet grin. Her response was immediate--urgent--and the way her hands tangled in my hair sent a rush of heat through me. I could feel her sporty tight little body press against mine, and the barrier of her dress and my trousers felt almost cruel.
Every movement was deliberate, every touch electric. "I want you too, baby girl," I murmured. My hands traced the curve of her waist, pulling her closer as she melted into me.
"I want your cock inside me," she purred. Her breath was soft against my neck, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as move her panties to the side and she let my fingers explore her clit, taking my time to savor every reaction. She clung to me as though the space between us was unbearable, her body arching to meet my touch, her warmth igniting something primal in me.
I looked down at her new strappy red shoes that matched her dress and lipstick as she undid my trousers. My cock lobbed out, and the sweet slut knew what to do and got to her knees. Delicately adjusting my manhood with her manicured nails it looked so huge in her dainty hand and next to her small dimpled cheeks.
"Am I a good niece?" she asked, jerking my meat rod, one hand on my balls. "The best twenty-year-old you've had?"
"Mmm, uh-huh, you're the best," is all I could muster in total ecstasy as she put as much of my length she could fit in her mouth. "Good girl," I panted and she gobbled my rod.
I let her do the work, only holding the back of her head to cheaply get off on choking her a little. "Take it," I sneered. I enjoyed her slurping and gagging sounds. And it wasn't long before I was fucking her face hard with the flickering city lights, highlighting her bulging eyes, bellowing checks and running make up. Her slobbering saliva and juices ran down my balls, staining my trousers as she pulled away gasping for air.
"Fuck yeah!" she gasped. "That's the ticket!" she smiled, spitting on my prick. "I want that old cock inside me," she asserted cross eyed.
I was already close to cumming, the tiny little firecracker was so hot. The pale grey lace hugged her curves, delicate and enticing. Its intricate patterns teased bare skin beneath, the soft fabric skimming her hips and accentuating every line. Subtle and alluring, it left me breathless. As she ripped off my shirt, I groped her as much as I could, ogling her tight toned body as we stripped and climbed under the crisp sheets.
"I've wanted you for so long, you dirty old perv'," she giggled. "I like that you like them young and I fit the bill."
Her words aroused me, edging me even more so. I sucked on her pedicured glittering red toes, before moving up, rubbing my erect penis on her feet, dripping pre-cum on her arches like snail trails.
