I watched as Joyce leaned over the table and set herself up for her next shot. This would make it 20 straight shots in a row. But this one was tricky. She turned and looked at me. "The five ball in the corner off the 7 ball." I almost choked on my beer. "No way Joyce! That's a two cushion shot. Remember what I told you." she looked up at me and smiled. "I remember everything you taught me, Uncle Ralph." I couldn't help but admire the woman my little niece had grown into. At 18, she could shoot pool with the best of them. She had even won some of the junior tournaments she had entered. I watched as she slowly stroked the pool cue thru her fingers.
The shot was difficult but not impossible. I had taught her to take her time, line the shot up and then let her breath out slowly before she stroked. My mind flashed back to the first time I had put a stick in her tiny fingers. At 12, she could barely reach the rack. But now, she had the body of a full-grown woman. "Careful Ralph old boy! That's your niece you're looking at." I shook my head as she leaned in to take her shot. The way her smooth round ass stuck up in the air was most distracting. I watched the way she drew her hand back. The way the cue laid on her slender fingers. I couldn't help but smile.
I had taught Joyce to use any and every distraction to beat her opponent. No, I didn't tell her to cheat. But in a game, you play to win. If some dumb sucker isn't paying attention, then he or she should lose. The stroked the stick. "Shit!" she had aimed her cue off just enough to ruin the shot. "Tough luck! But live and learn kid! Live and learn." I shook powder on my hand and stroked my cue thru it. Then I looked the table over. She hadn't left me anything good to shoot at. Damn, but she was good. I lined up my shot. With a smooth stroke, I landed my ball in the side pocket. That started a run that left her shaking her head.
We were sitting down enjoying a beer after the game. "Damn, Uncle Ralph! You made some pretty tricky shots tonight." I held up my finger. "No shot is tricky. You take your time, line it up and depend on your skill and ability. Hey! That's your last beer. If your folks found out I was allowing you to drink beer they'd skin me alive. Besides, it's about time you were off to bed." Whenever her folks had to leave town, she came and stayed with me. Joyce sat sipping her beer. She drank it from the can the same as I did. I always thought it made women seem a bit more wanton drinking it that way. I have to admit, looking at Joyce's body, I could tell she had all the guys going nuts over her.
At 18, she had a pair of tits to make a man drool. The way her waist drew, in only to flare out at her hips gave her a shape that could stop traffic on a freeway. And she had the cutest ass. So small and round and firm. I felt my dick begin to stir. Joyce was looking at me in a funny way. "What's the matter Uncle Ralph? You look so strange." I shook myself from my daydreaming. "Uhh, nothing! I was just thinking about something." Joyce was a sharp kid and I doubt if she didn't notice the look on my face as I gazed at her. She gave me a shy smile and lowered her eyes as she sipped her beer.
"Remember when you told me that when I thought I was good enough, you'd play me for money?" I smiled. I had told her that when she was 15 years old. She had seen me play for money and wanted to play me. "Yea", I laughed. "That was a long time ago." She reached into the pocket of her too tight jeans and pulled out a wad of cash. "Here's $500.00 that says I can beat you now." I looked at the money and then at her. "Kid! The best thing you can do to save your hard-earned cash is put it back in your pocket. I don't want you crying to mommy and daddy that Uncle Ralph took your money." Joyce stood up and used her hands to smooth her blouse over her tits. Then she ran her hands down over her bare stomach to her hips. My eyes followed her every move.
"Do I look like a little girl who'll go running home cause I lost? You told me when I was ready; you'd play me. Put up or shut up Uncle Ralph." She stood with her hands on her hip and her chest jutting forward. My eyes took in every inch of her. And my dick stirred anew. Damn! She was one hot looking woman, even if she was my niece. "Come on, Uncle Ralph! You're not gonna back out on a promise, are you?" I never backed down from a challenge in my life. That's how I got where I am now. I looked from her to the wad of money. Then I smiled. "Boy! Are you gonna regret this. Rack em!" I stood up and walked over to the table. "Oh no! My game! My rules! Meet me back here in 20 minutes. And bring the cash." Smiling, she turned and walked off to her room.
Twenty minutes later, standing with a drink in one hand and my pool cue in the other, I watched Joyce come thru the door. I almost dropped my beer. She had changed clothes on me. Not only that, she was now wearing a see-thru nightie. I gulped my beer and almost choked. "Joyce! What the hell do you think you're doing?" she smiled and came up to me. She took the drink from my hand and tilted it up to her mouth. She had put on lipstick also. "I'm about to take your money. You did tell me to use every distraction, didn't you?" I could only nod my head dumbly. If I thought she looked good before, the raging hardon that poked out my pants said she was a knockout.
"My break?" Joyce picked up her cue stick and shook powder in her hands. "Close your mouth, Uncle Ralph, you'll catch flies. Is this the way I should stroke it?" Joyce was slowly working the stick up and down her closed fist. "You taught me just how to stroke it." I swallowed hard. The stick I was thinking about her stroking wouldn't have been good for shooting pool. I could see her hard nipples right thru the thin material. And there was no hiding her hairy bush either. "Joyce! This really isn't fair. I mean, I'm your uncle and you shouldn't be dressed like this around me. You're not a little girl any more."
