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All sex acts in this story are with consenting adults 18 and over.
More than a niece
"Keep your hands off her," glared my older sister, right after my niece, Tess, walked out the back door and laid out by the pool.
"Look, Giselle, I didn't ask you to live here. So, if you're gonna be talking this shit every day, then you can leave."
Giselle is from the tiny border town of Jackpot, Nevada, and has moved into my ranch near Twin Falls so Tess can attend Idaho State. I am not charging her rent, and I resent her constantly implying that I'm a pervert. For the record, I am a pervert. But I don't need to be reminded every time I look at my niece's ass.
"You know I can't afford that, Keith."
"I'm trying to help you, Giselle, and you're giving me the creepy uncle lecture."
"Because I know you're a creepy uncle."
Indeed, she does. My mouthy sister and I have fucked more than a thousand times. It started when we lived with our parents. We were going at it all the time until they caught wind of our affair and confronted us. And that very same day, Giselle packed up and moved to Vegas. Since then, our incest has been sporadic, but always happened when the opportunity presented itself. And she always initiated it.
"Hey, I didn't get to be a creepy uncle without having a creepy sister."
She smirked. "Seriously, Keith, she's got a huge crush on you. It's up to you to keep your cock in your pants, if that's possible."
"It's possible, Giselle."
"Yeah, right."
Since Giselle never married, I have been a surrogate father for my outdoorsy niece, and her desire to be a forest ranger is because of me. I started her hiking when she was old enough to not complain about walking twenty feet for no reason. And now, all she does is beg me to take her backpacking, which her mom keeps vetoing. For obvious reasons.
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"Unc, when is my mom coming back?"
My long-legged niece was in her lounging clothes, which consisted of an Idaho State t-shirt and skintight black yoga shorts. And she's put together just like her mom, who was once a Vegas stripper.
We just finished dinner, and I was putting the dishes in the dishwasher as she cleaned up the table.
"Um, I think her bar closes at one. And my name is Keith. I hate it when you call me 'Unc'."
"'I only call you that for my protection. If I call you 'Keith', you'll think you're my boyfriend. And then I'll worry about being left alone with you."
To say Tess is a sarcastic smart ass is like saying the sun is hot. She's even worse than her sarcastic mother, who can dish the shit out in giant piles. But Tess is in a league of her own. She is a relentless tease and always very sexual with her innuendo. But I give it back to her with interest.
"You should worry about getting murdered."
We laughed, as we can rag on each other for hours. I love her to death and cherish any time I get to spend with her. And it was that time in the evening. Tess went into her bedroom and came out with her bong.
"What are you doing, Tess?"
"Can I smoke some weed?"
"Not in the house. Do it by the pool."
"You wanna join me?"
"You don't have any weed, do you?"
"How did you know?"
"You think I'm stupid?"
"Yes. Now get your weed."
"Okay, but we're using my bong."
"Your fucking bong should be in a museum. Right next to you."
"What happened to your last boyfriend, Tess? Did he join the Witness Protection Program too?"
"You should be so lucky. Get your weed, old man, and bring out your good shit. Not that cheap crap you share with your supposed loved ones."
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Not the best idea to smoke weed with your beautiful niece by the pool on a moonlit night. But I brought out my best Oregon strain, and this shit is psychedelic. We fired up her bong and passed it back and forth several times until we were flying.
"Fuck, Unc, where'd you get this shit?"
"Oregon's finest. Expensive as fuck."
"Worth every penny of your money." She laid back on her chaise lounge and looked up at the Milky Way. "How did you afford your ranch, Unc?"
"I got it in the divorce settlement. And it's going to be yours one day, Tess. I'm leaving it to you."
"You don't have to do that."
"I have no one else to give it to."
"How come you didn't have kids?"
"My ex-wife didn't want any."
"She was a big fucking bitch, Unc. Why did you stay married to her for so long?"
"Weed. She's a medical marijuana researcher. And she brought home shit you wouldn't believe. To tell you the truth, I was stoned through our whole marriage. I don't remember ever talking to her."
She laughed, as she is excessively giggly when she's stoned. "You ever regret not having kids?"
"I still have you. You're okay when you're not being a smart ass. Which is never."
I've only smoked pot with Tess about a dozen times, and her mother was always with us. This is the first time we've done it alone.
She sat up. "I feel like swimming, Unc. Why don't you come in with me?"
"You shouldn't swim stoned, Tess."
"You're a little bitch, Unc." She stood and set her foot on the first step. "It's fine. Come on, let's go."
Even in my glazed condition, I was inclined to stop this right now. Until she peeled off her t-shirt and exposed her beautiful moonlit silhouette. Her breasts aren't big, but they hang up so firmly, with very pointed nipples. But I was so loaded, I was seeing double.
"Tess, how come you have four nipples?"
"Now's the time to count them. Come on, Unc."
She pulled down her yoga shorts and flaunted her curvy hips. She's got long athletic legs, and a beautiful camel toe appointed by a short blond landing strip. She put her hands on her hips provocatively and blessed me with a full frontal.
"Your mom's not going to like this."
"Why do you care, Unc? You fuck her?"
This is the last time I smoke that Oregon hybrid strain with a beautiful family member. But Tess was hitting very close to home. It sounds like her mother has told her about our incestuous relationship.
"What makes you say that?"
"Don't get nervous, Unc. It's all good. Come on. Get your clothes off."
This was a terrible idea, but my erection had already set up, and that pretty much decided it. I stood, ripped off my shirt and shorts, and she fixated on my erection as it swayed with every step I took.
She laughed. "You need someone to take care of that for you, Unc?"
She then dove into the water and swam to the middle of the pool. I dove in and met her, our feet barely touching the bottom as I took her in my arms. My erection poked right into her mons, and I felt that little furry landing strip press into my crown. She grasped my shaft and squeezed firmly.
"I knew you were a pervert," she said as she began stroking me. "Too bad I love you."
And our first kiss was pure magic. Her tongue is very long but surprisingly tender as it teased mine. She pulled back and looked into my eyes.
"I love you, Unc. So, so much."
Her next foray into my mouth was rough and deep, the weed turbocharging our lust for each other. Our lips pressed together so firmly that it was bordering on pain, as she began jerking my steely cock as I pushed my tongue deep into her throat.
