It's Saturday morning when my phone rings. Lynn, my wife just left for a day of craft shows with her sister. I could see from the caller ID that it was my favorite niece, Carley. Now 38, with dark, shoulder length hair, and a milky white complexion, she's somewhat smaller on top, wide at the hips with a nice firm butt. She takes pride in her body, running and hiking in the summer, gym and snow boarding in the winter, she's very active. Bubbly and cute, her laugh infectious, at twenty-two years my junior, she's my second oldest niece. We have always had a connection, different from my other nieces.
"Hey Carley, what's up?
"Hi uncle Paul, how's it going?"
"Fine" I replied, "how about you?
"Okay, are you busy today?"
"Not too" I said.
"I wouldn't ask, but James (her husband) and my dad are in Wyoming fishing this weekend, so I thought I'd check in with you and see if you could take a look at my sink: it's leaking" "There's water leaking underneath the sink, it just started, I think? I could hear something dripping this morning, when I checked it out, it's coming from one of the pipes underneath the sink."
"Oh, how bad is it?"
"I pulled all of the stuff underneath and put a bucket under the pipes to catch the water, but the bucket fills up pretty fast...its not really an emergency, but it's leaking quite a bit."
"I can come up at take a look today, around 11, would that work?"
I gathered up my plumbing tools and headed her way, she lives in the foothills near Boulder Colorado, about a twenty minute drive from my place in Superior. Carley and James built their house at the top of a long somewhat narrow meadow, surrounded by tall Ponderosa pine trees, with a few small Aspen groves. It's a beautiful spot. It's been a mild fall, the days were still warm, but overnight it would cool off to near freezing in the foothills.
I arrived just a few minutes before 11, grabbed my tool bag and headed to the door and rang the bell.
I could hear footsteps headed to the door, "Hi uncle Paul" Carley said as she opened the door "come in". She had a towel on her head and another draped over her body, tucked in at the top.
"Good timing" she said" I just got out of the shower, let me go get some clothes on; I'll be right back."
I looked toward the kitchen and I could see she had unloaded the cabinet of its contents onto the floor next to the stove. I was already on my back laying part way under the sink, looking at the project ahead, when she came back.
"Okay so where is it leaking" I asked.
Carley grabbed the counter with one hand and squatted down.
She pointed said "I think it's leaking from there."
She was wearing a little black tank top and light purple panties. Her panties were made of a fine mesh material that made them see-through with the exception of the crotch area, which is made of several layers of fabric.
When she squatted down, I looked back her way, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. I could see through the mesh: and what a fuckin' view, I thought! Wow! I could clearly see her well trimmed bush, she had a narrow landing strip that you could see peeking out of the top of her panties. That dark hair against her ivory skin, and what I'm pretty sure was a small wet spot, made my cock jump; I got an instant chubby!
I was trying to be nonchalant, but I may have looked a little too long; it took me a second to get my shit together.
Fortunately she smiled, "whew" I thought to myself, I smiled back.
"Ok, would you turn the water on slowly and I'll have a look."
When she's stood to turn the on the water, those perfect little panties pulled up tight into her crack showing an amazing camel toe.
"Oh shit" I remember thinking, "how lucky am I?"
Then my conscious brain (the one located in my cranium) chimed in "that's your niece stupid: what the fuck are you thinking"?
The water started dribbling out immediately.
"Ok, shut it off."
I grabbed the large nut that attaches the down tube to the P-trap where the water was leaking to give it a turn, it's super loose.
"Hmmm", I think to myself, how could this possibly get so loose on its own?
I turned it several times by hand and then snugged it up with a pair of channel lock pliers.
"OK try it again" No leaks, but seeing her panties pulled up in her crack the way they were, made me want to keep her there for a minute. Seriously, it turns out I have no shame, I thought I had the requisite morals to stave off something like this, but not so much. Not this time anyway.
"Ok, shut it off, can you hand me a paper towel?" Turns out that was the right call, son of a...
"Hang on, let me grab a couple" she says as she brings her right leg up over me and straddles me, on her tip-toes, she reaches for the paper towels. What luck! I couldn't believe it, I was staring up at her somewhat puffy camel toe. She tears a few off the roll and hands them to me.
She's still standing at the sink as I dry off the pipe. I just lay there for minute staring at her crack: I couldn't help it!
I could not look away!
"OK try it again"
She turned the water on, no leaks I double checked to be sure. I shimmied out from the cabinet sitting cross legged on the floor, contemplating what I just seen.
"Would you like something to drink uncle Paul?"
"Sure" I responded.
She started through the list, " I have water, soda pop, beer", I interrupt her " I'll have whatever you're having"
While I'm washing my hands she asks "Are you in giant hurry?"
"No, Lynn won't be home until after dinner, so I'm in no hurry"
She grabs a drink in each hand and says "follow me, I want to show you
something."
Those purple panties are all mesh in the back, I can see her butt crack plain as day as I follow her. We cut through the living room, down the hall, through the master bedroom and out onto the covered deck.
Carly sets our drinks in the cup holder that separates the double recliner they have on the deck. She sits, a moment later I sit next to her.
"Check it out, you can see some elk down in the meadow" she says.
Sure enough, about halfway down the meadow there were some elk grazing. We could see the huge rack on one of the bulls, who was preoccupied with chasing some of the cows around. A minute or two later we can hear the mature bull elk bugling, calling out to his harem.
"Amazing right?" She says.
"It is amazing for sure" I answer.
"What are we drinking?" I ask.
"Blue Monster" she replies.
I take a sip "not bad" I say.
Carley picks up a vape pen sitting on the table next her, and takes a hit, while holding her breath, she stretches her arm out offering it to me.
"What are we smoking?" I ask.
"This is my favorite sativa, it's called Party Bus" she replies.
