I sat at the breakfast table sipping my coffee and ruminating over the events of the previous eight or ten hours, and what had led up to them. A week earlier I had come back to my home town after another of my attempts to strike out, get away from Sarah and perhaps find myself, out there, somewhere. The last trip found me trying to make a go of oil rig work in Alaska. After less than six months, I figured out that I wasn't cut out to be a "rough neck".
I worked as a mate on a tug boat in Oregon for a while, then worked on a grain elevator in Nebraska as I worked my way home. It had been nearly three years since I had set out for Alaska and I was on my way to Virginia to look into some telecommunications work. I would just be passing through my humble hometown, on my way to bigger and better things. That's how it always was, "just passin' through". That could mean a few days, a few months, maybe a couple of years.
As usual Sarah and Tom let me crash on their couch for a while. That never lasted for more than a week or two. If I realized that I would be around a while, I would get myself a place. I hadn't planned to stay as long as I had. I had intended to leave the day before that fateful encounter with my new, young lover. It was difficult to imagine as I sat alone with my coffee, that "little Paige", my niece, was my lover. This was to be no small fling. Our lives would never be the same now that my little "Pandora" had opened her box to me.
How things would have been different, had I left on schedule. As it turned out, Tom and Sarah had been planning to give a presentation at a convention, that Friday night in North Carolina, and spend the week-end there. Paige had been expected to go with them. She had begged and pleaded with them, right from the start, to her leave behind so that she might attend her friend, Megan's birthday party. Tom and Sarah were sure that if Paige had stayed behind, Megan's wouldn't have been the only party.
Sarah asked if I could stick around a couple more days and keep an eye on things. How could I refuse? She reluctantly agreed to let Paige stay, and talked Tom into going along. So off they went and there I sat. Where would we go from there? I wondered.
I drained my coffee cup and rose to fetch a refill, when I saw Paige peeking into the kitchen. Once we made eye contact, she stepped into the room, all timid and shy, wearing just the T shirt I had worn the night before. She folded her hands at her crotch and covered her breasts with her arms and stood staring at her bare toes. It was that woman that I had seen in the shower, pretending to be a little girl.
Eventually she raised her eyes to me. I was waiting with open arms. She scurried across the room and into my embrace. I took her up in my arms and kissed her mouth. She tasted like tooth paste and smelled like a fresh apricot.
We managed to get through breakfast without touching one another, although it wasn't easy. Paige kept looking at me with big doe eyes. She looked just like a schoolgirl in love, go figure. I just wanted to devour her every time I looked at her. I started cooking in just a pair of shorts and a T shirt, with Paige assisting. But she kept leaning on me and brushing against me. I maintained a constant state of arousal, with her staring at my throbbing member and smiling all the while. Finally I put on a pair of jeans and had her sit at the table while I finished cooking.
We ate our scrambled eggs and toast, sitting across from each other, she making eyes at me and engaging me in a game of 'footsy' under that table, and me trying to contain my myself. Once we had finished, Paige dropped her fork on the floor and promptly dove under the table after it. I felt her hand on my foot and she playfully climbed my legs. When she reached the top, she walked her fingers up to the button of my jeans and undid them. She unzipped the fly and hooked her fingers on the waist and began to tug. I raised my hips an allowed her to remove my pants and then my shorts.
I sat at the table and sipped my coffee. I felt her kiss the inside of my left knee. She ran her tongue up the inner side of my thigh, leaving a trail of saliva, all the way to my package. She gently kissed my scrotum and pulled back to repeat the process on my right leg. This time after kissing the scrote, she began to lick. She ran her tongue from the base to the tip of my dick. She licked just the head for a minute, causing my aching cock to throb.
"I'm making him dance," she giggled. She kept touching just tip with the end of her tongue just to make it twitch. My coffee cup shook as I trembled with anticipation. Just when I thought I could no longer stand it, she wrapped her plump, warm, wet lips around the head and took in as much of my throbbing cock as she could. Her small mouth took in just a little more than half that time. I heard her gag, slightly. I could feel her saliva run down to my balls and onto my thighs. I had to set my coffee down to keep from dropping it.
"This little girl sure does slobber," I thought. But I loved it. I had to see her pretty little face. I scooted the chair back and she followed along keeping her face buried in my crotch. Her wavy, dirty-blonde hair concealed her face and my member.
