Last Christmas, I took a few chances with my teenage alaskan king crab legs near me. The trick was not getting caught! It tells the sordid story of how my niece and I ended up going twenty toes last summer.
And the story ain’t bad either. My name is Nick and I’ve made some mistakes in life. Back in high school, Principal Snider caught me peeking in the girl’s locker room. Last summer, my wife Margaret invited her eighteen-year-old niece Lydia, her brother’s daughter, to spend the summer at our house in Florida. I wrote an entire story about that adventure so I won’t go into detail but let me tell you that Lydia made my cock harder than being forced to spend holidays with my mother-in-law. My niece is one hot little number.
Barely five feet tall, she is firm and toned, husky, and curvy in all the right places. Thick thighs, a bubble butt, and succulent honeydew melon-size blouse bunnies combined with full lips, silky red hair, and striking green eyes. And then there’s Lydia’s pussy – a plump mound with a tuft of red hair just above her slit, full labia you can suck in your mouth and savor like a piece of peppermint hard candy, and a cunny tighter than a Chinese finger trap. In other words, my niece is a package that no real man can resist unwrapping, least of all me. It may be hard to reconcile how a gorgeous young lady like Lydia would want to slam the clam with an older man like me. I’ll just say this – to know me is to love me. And I have a head full of gorgeous hair that makes other men my age envious.
There is yet another undeniable truth – girls Lydia’s age want a man that knows how to put out crotch fires with his fire hose. So, if having sex with your 18-year-old redhead niece is wrong then I don’t want to be right. Fortunately for both Lydia and I, our summertime game of penetrating the pink fortress remained a secret. I’m not the most intelligent guy in the world, but I can tell when a girl is thinking about me while diddling Ms. I figured I would return the flavor, so I took my phone to the toilet and rubbed one out while staring at the photo of my niece’s blouse bongos. When my dick sneezed, I snapped a photo and sent it to Lydia. Then she texted me back a cartoon-looking picture of splashing water.
Man, I do not understand these kids today. Anyway, a few days later my wife tells me that we are going to Key West to celebrate Christmas with her family at some all-inclusive resort. Jesus fucking Christ, I thought to myself. Holy hell, Margaret, that sounds fucking expensive. For fuck’s sake, Nick, you’re never happy.