Chapter 4

As we helped each other half-stagger from the basement sofa toward the stairs, my niece Stormi looked at the bar and asked, “I’ve never tried wine before. Can we have some with dinner?”

“I uh ... I think you had enough today.”

“Please, Uncle Pete? Just one glass?”

It was nearly impossible for me to refuse the sexy young redhead anything. I sighed and answered, “Okay. Get a bottle of red from the bar. Red goes with meaty lasagna better than white.”

“Thanks, Pete! You’re the best!” She kissed my cheek and followed me upstairs with a large bottle. She was still wearing her new black panties and half-cup bustier, which left her small and perky nipples exposed. Even with oven mitts on her hands and a pack of cigarettes tucked into her cleavage, the sight was extremely arousing. I didn’t like wine much and had been drinking beer half the day, so I cracked open another can and sat at the table. She dished out one large plate of lasagna and said, “We’ll share it, like a date.” As she sat on my lap, squeezing my slowly growing cock between our thighs, she set a large glass of wine on the table next to my beer.

She picked up a forkful of steaming hot lasagna, and held it near my lips as she blew to cool it. I loved the aroma, and loved seeing her luscious mouth so close to my face. When it was cool enough, I opened my mouth wide. I took the tomato-and-cheesy bite in my mouth, then kissed her lips. She opened her mouth, and I pushed about half the lasagna past her teeth. We chewed with our lips pressed together, then swallowed. I had a sip of beer and she took a large drink from her glass.

When I thought about it later, the total added up to nine or ten, maybe even eleven. She’d had at least nine drinks in four hours! I was close to twice her weight, and not counting the can I partially finished, my total was eight.

After we French-kissed our way through half a plateful of tasty pasta, I started fondling her nipples. They were already fully erect, like my penis. I moved away from her lips long enough to say, “Take off your panties.” She did as I slid my jeans and boxers down, then sat straddling me, with one of her thighs atop each of mine. As we returned to French kissing, I rocked my hips, sliding my rigid rod up and down her moist hairy vulva. She moaned, “Ummmm! Please, Pete!”

I quickly thrust into her, but something felt wrong. There was a lot of resistance at first, but I knew she wasn’t a virgin. She exclaimed, “No! The tampon! OW!”

She was on her way to the bathroom by the time I finished apologizing. “Sorry! I’m sorry! Are you okay?”

“Gimme a minute!”

“Do you want some help?”