Cure For Loneliness

We sat down together and my attempt to keep some distance between us was fairly ineffective. She immediately crunched herself into my right side and wrapped her left arm around my back. Her right arm went across my stomach and then she clasped her hands together, successfully locking me in place. She only stayed like that for a moment as we had forgotten the remote.

“Don’t you move. I’ll get it.”

She’d jumped up and ran to the television where the remote was hiding. On her way back to the couch I couldn’t help but look once more at her beautiful chest and the firmness of her legs. She definitely caught me that time and I swear that her face became even more flushed then it usually was. I couldn’t help but feel really stupid at that point and I committed to being more careful from then on.

She turned the TV on and as usual it didn’t seem that there was anything playing. It’s really quite amazing that out of hundreds of different channels, there’s never anything you want to watch. She had been flipping through the shows for a few minutes when she landed on one with an awful lot of skin showing. It wasn’t long before we realized that it was an adult-type movie.

“Hey. So Uncle, does this remind you of anything?”

She said that while laughing and poking me in the side. Of course she was referring to the entertainment we’d seen in the garage a little earlier. But the crazy thing was that instead of changing channels after making her joke, she kept it there. In fact, I was starting to get this panicky feeling that she had no desire to watch anything else.

“Um. Kalie. Aren’t you going to try and find a good movie?”

“Yeah. I just did.”

There was that smile again. You know, I think all women must sit in front of the bathroom mirror and practice that thing.

The movie was really quite steamy, and although it wasn’t totally explicit, it came pretty darn close.

Kalie still had her left arm around my back at this point, with her head resting on my right shoulder. I couldn’t see where her right hand was though, as her head blocked my view. We were watching for about five minutes when I noticed that she was moving just a bit too much. I tried to determine what was going on but all I could see was that her right shoulder was moving. I knew that she was doing something with her hand or arm, but I still couldn’t see what. Curiosity got the better of me and I sat up a little straighter on the couch, moving her head from my shoulder temporarily.

I couldn’t believe it when I saw that her right hand was down the front of her panties. She hadn’t noticed me looking, or at least that was my hope. Here I was watching some softcore porn movie with my half-naked beauty of a niece fingering herself. I thought to myself that I’d either gone to heaven or hell, but either way I should just go with the flow. I wasn’t about to do anything but sit perfectly still and keep my hands to myself.

“Jason, do you really miss your wife?”

“Of course I do.”

Panic bells were going off in my head and I could see all sorts of terrible things happening. I wanted to jump up off of the couch and lock myself in the bathroom for a cold shower, but the warmth of her body paralyzed me. She took her arm out from behind my back and then lay down on the couch with her head in my lap so that she was looking up into my eyes. Her legs were bent at the knees and sticking up in the air so that her shirt was up above the top of her panties. I couldn’t help but gaze longingly at her smooth, tanned legs.

“Jason. You know you’re the best uncle ever.”

Oh now that was exactly what I needed to hear. I felt so guilty for all of the thoughts that I was having and I was brought back to the truth of things in a second. I was her uncle. I had changed her diapers, helped her learn to walk, talk, and read. I was the one that she trusted. I was her friend. How could I be such a jerk?

“You just have this one little thing wrong with you.”

I was a little surprised by that comment. I mean, was she talking about how I’d drooled over her body? I had hoped that she didn’t really see the way that I’d looked at her. I felt like I was waiting for some explosion to go off as she lay there looking into my eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”

“Ok, but you have to promise not to get mad or anything.”

I went ahead and crossed my heart and then she made me do a pinkie-swear.

“All right. The one thing that’s wrong with you is that you’re a chicken.”

Well now that was a bit of a surprise. Of all the things that I envisioned coming out of her mouth, that was about as far as it gets.

“I’m a chicken? Why do you say that?”

“Oh come on Jason. I think you know exactly what I’m talking about. I’ve seen the way you stare at my body. I feel the nervousness when we sit together. I can tell how you tense up when I push my breasts into you. And it’s pretty obvious that I get you hard. And yet, you don’t have the guts to do anything. You miss your wife, and she’s not anywhere near here, yet you don’t have the courage to do anything. So what if we’re related. It’s not like we have the same parents and who cares if we did. I say that if we want to play around, and we both agree to it, then why not? You know that you want me, and you’d have to be stupid to not notice how I’ve flirted with you all these years.”

I don’t think that I could have been any more amazed then I was at that point. I hadn’t guessed at her saying any of that, although it made perfect sense. She really had been hinting at things for a long time now. I was just too stuck on tradition to let myself go in that direction. She had placed her hand on my cheek and was caressing it gently. She then took my hand in hers and placed it on her right breast.

“I can feel your cock beneath me. We both know that I’ve made you hard. I want you to touch me everywhere. Feel my body. Feel how horny I am for you.”

She whispered this last little bit as she took my hand from her breast and brought it down to the elastic of her panties. She plunged my hand beneath the silky material and I could feel the wetness of her cunt.

“Oh, that’s it. I want you to keep touching me there. Put your finger inside of me and feel how wet I am.”

She quickly sat up and pulled her shirt up over her head. And here I thought that Heidi’s tits were awesome. Kalie’s were bigger then my hands could hold and just about as firm as was possible. I took my left hand and caressed her breasts as my other hand continued to feel the folds of her pussy. She ground her hips into me, trying to get me to apply more pressure. Then she reached up with both of her hands and brought my face down to meet hers. Our tongues touched and we began to kiss in the most furious, breathless manner possible.

Before I knew what had happened she was on the floor in front of me. She grabbed the top of my pajama bottoms and made me sit up so that she could pull them from my body. Then she tackled my shirt and I was naked before her. She stood up and slowly removed her panties with her back facing me. I could see the lips of her pussy, enlarged and inviting - even glistening from the moisture of her arousal. Her ass was full, firm, and screaming for attention. I leaned forward and gently kissed her behind as she leaned forward, resting her hands on the table.

“Would you lick my pussy?”

Now how could I deny such a request as that? I brought my tongue to her hole and gently pushed inside. Her moans of pleasure encouraged my exploration and so I continued to lick and suck until I found that spot that caused her to spasm before me. Her breathing was ragged and her legs were shaking from the orgasm. She slowly turned around to face me once again and I took the opportunity to lightly massage her tits. The nipples were so hard that I had to be careful, as I could tell just how sensitive she was at the moment.

“Are you ready to be inside of me Uncle Jason? You’re not going to chicken out on me now. I’m going to screw you so hard that you’ll wake up the whole house when you cum.”

She then straddled my legs and took my cock in her right hand. She played with it for a few moments, gently stroking it up and down. Then she leaned forward and placed it at the entrance to her cunt. I was expecting a gentle beginning, but she pushed down as fast and as hard as she could.

“Oh, yeah, but I love to feel you inside of me. That’s it, grab my ass as I ride you.”

She was literally jumping up and down, pounding into me as though she were trying to pop a balloon between us. She squeezed my dick with the walls of her cunt, milking me for all I was worth. Her tits were bouncing dangerously before my eyes. After a few minutes of that she decided to straddle me facing in the opposite direction. I could see my cock entering between the cheeks of her ass. It was incredible to watch as the outer walls of her cunt were hanging onto me, refusing to let go. She leaned forward as far as she could go while still keeping me inside of her. Her ass lifted off of me and then pounced back down over and over.

“Oh, Jason. Please put your finger inside of my ass. Yeah, just like that. Now pull it out. Mmm. That feels so good. Keep doing it. Wow but I never knew how good it could be.”

That was as far as I could go with all of the stimulation that I had received. I guess I should be happy that I made it through anything, as fiery as Kalie was.

“Ok Kalie. I can’t take anymore.”

“All right. I want you to cum inside of me. Don’t worry. I won’t get pregnant or anything. I just want to be connected to you and feel the warmth of it as it squirts inside my body.”

Now that was way too much for me to hear and so I shot my load into her as I reached underneath and squeezed both of her tits in my hands. She continued to push back into me until I had to pull her away from too much pleasure. She sat in my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me gently on the cheek.

“Wow. I guess I was wrong after all. You’re not much of a chicken.”

And there was that smile again. Someday I’m going to have to learn how to do that.

That’s the end to this particular event, or at least the end to the chapter of a rather interesting book. As I’ve mentioned in previous stories, I have the pictures of the women I’m writing about. If you’re interested in getting a visual aid, then just drop me a line.