Sister in-law and Niece visit part II
Understand a few things. As I leaned against my ( now closed) bedroom door, silk pajamas around my ankles, I was shit-faced. It's easy to sit on your porch, alone, listen to Dylan, drink booze and appreciate the landscape. Functioning around other human beings? Well, I hadn't tried much of that lately.
The glaringly annoying errors, typos, etc. in this story, as well as its very presence, also owe allegiance to sweet, sweet alcohol.
I wasn't spinning too much, but the top of my left foot, the thin spot with lots of bones underneath, hurt like hell from where the .32 had quietly, but painfully, landed. And what the hell was that girl doing in shorts and a t-shirt?
I kicked the silky's across the room after grabbing the gun and rubbing my foot. I replaced the old Colt in its drawer, and threw on some heavy fleece sweatpants and a local team hooded sweatshirt (hey, this WAS getting dressed up to me). While pulling on my slippers it occurred to me that I had absolutely no problem with her having seen my dick. It was kind of semi at the time too, hanging with some authority, head pointed straight to HELL.
This could get interesting.
As I came back out to the big room, nipples of my late, cheating-wife's niece burning deeper into my imagination, Shelly emerged from the bathroom. Think "Softball chick" body-thick, athletic, not fat but you almost wish she was? Anyways, she always came off as not-soft. Her hair, long and dark brown, was pulled back into a pony-tail. Her softball-sized (hmm, maybe that's where the softball chick reference came from) tits were on full display in a very snug red U sweater, and you may not believe me but its the truth, white yoga pants!
I caught a glimpse of DanyAnne on my couch, legs up, arms around them holding her phone while she texted. She never looked up at me, acting oblivious to what I watched her watch just a minute ago. Shelly was rattling on about something to do with why shy had to pee so bad. She took a moment to yell at her daughter for not greeting me, at which DanyAnne...
This was all terribly slow motion when it was happening...
swung her legs off of the couch, one at a time in a teen tantrum sort of way. She was sort of jokingly sarcastic about it, but I didn't mind. Underneath her short, short, corduroy shorts i had caught a glimpse of, first right inner-thigh then left inner-thigh, pink panties. The image burned, my heart rate picked up, and she walked up to me and hugged me as if she knew who the fuck I was. Long lost uncle, not distant loser uncle. That was good.
But her little titties were rubbing on my abs for a lifetime of about one hundredth of a second.She broke the embrace and retreated to the couch and her phone. I turned to Shelly, who always looked deep into my eyes the last three or four times we had seen each other since the funeral. I'm sure she was concerned for me, on some level I think she always expected me to burst out into tears. But every time she did it, look deep into my eyes with her beautiful bitchy blue-eyes, I just kept thinking to myself, this afternoon being no different,
"Keep it up bitch, I'm gonna fuck you".
"I'm Fine" I told her, grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her into a tight, edge-of-brotherly, embrace. She often called me "b*o" but it rang hollow, and always knowing that I would fuck her given any chance, I never considered her my sister.
"What are you guys doing here" I asked, "I would have cleaned up if you had called." I think that her tits are more the size of a melon, and as hard and bitchy as I thought she was, she seemed to melt into my earlier embrace very comfortably.
"We were on a drive to the mountain to go snowboarding for the weekend, but thought we'd come over and see what you were up to."
"I'm just chillen" as I glanced over to DanyAnne and caught her gazing at the front of my sweats. I was glad I wasn't wearing underwear. I looked back at Shelley. "Working around the property. I finished the Sauna, Smokehouse, and fixed my tractor since last time you were here."
Both of them seemed very interested when I said that I had put a hot-tub in my sunroom.
"Which Pass are you guys boarding?"
Her reply, and pretty much all of her quotes in this memoir, haa been edited. Consider that I hate so much, listening to this bitch talk! I mean, it takes her a minute of running off at the mouth to give a one word answer.
The pass they were headed for, I knew, had been closed since this morning. And they were just going to try to get a room at the lodge there if they didn't want to drive back. My weekend had a lot of potential. This was going to be so much more than fun. It could alter people's lives.
The glaringly annoying errors, typos, etc. in this story, as well as its very presence, also owe allegiance to sweet, sweet alcohol.
I wasn't spinning too much, but the top of my left foot, the thin spot with lots of bones underneath, hurt like hell from where the .32 had quietly, but painfully, landed. And what the hell was that girl doing in shorts and a t-shirt?
I kicked the silky's across the room after grabbing the gun and rubbing my foot. I replaced the old Colt in its drawer, and threw on some heavy fleece sweatpants and a local team hooded sweatshirt (hey, this WAS getting dressed up to me). While pulling on my slippers it occurred to me that I had absolutely no problem with her having seen my dick. It was kind of semi at the time too, hanging with some authority, head pointed straight to HELL.
This could get interesting.
As I came back out to the big room, nipples of my late, cheating-wife's niece burning deeper into my imagination, Shelly emerged from the bathroom. Think "Softball chick" body-thick, athletic, not fat but you almost wish she was? Anyways, she always came off as not-soft. Her hair, long and dark brown, was pulled back into a pony-tail. Her softball-sized (hmm, maybe that's where the softball chick reference came from) tits were on full display in a very snug red U sweater, and you may not believe me but its the truth, white yoga pants!
I caught a glimpse of DanyAnne on my couch, legs up, arms around them holding her phone while she texted. She never looked up at me, acting oblivious to what I watched her watch just a minute ago. Shelly was rattling on about something to do with why shy had to pee so bad. She took a moment to yell at her daughter for not greeting me, at which DanyAnne...
This was all terribly slow motion when it was happening...
swung her legs off of the couch, one at a time in a teen tantrum sort of way. She was sort of jokingly sarcastic about it, but I didn't mind. Underneath her short, short, corduroy shorts i had caught a glimpse of, first right inner-thigh then left inner-thigh, pink panties. The image burned, my heart rate picked up, and she walked up to me and hugged me as if she knew who the fuck I was. Long lost uncle, not distant loser uncle. That was good.
But her little titties were rubbing on my abs for a lifetime of about one hundredth of a second.She broke the embrace and retreated to the couch and her phone. I turned to Shelly, who always looked deep into my eyes the last three or four times we had seen each other since the funeral. I'm sure she was concerned for me, on some level I think she always expected me to burst out into tears. But every time she did it, look deep into my eyes with her beautiful bitchy blue-eyes, I just kept thinking to myself, this afternoon being no different,
"Keep it up bitch, I'm gonna fuck you".
"I'm Fine" I told her, grabbed her by the shoulders, pulled her into a tight, edge-of-brotherly, embrace. She often called me "b*o" but it rang hollow, and always knowing that I would fuck her given any chance, I never considered her my sister.
"What are you guys doing here" I asked, "I would have cleaned up if you had called." I think that her tits are more the size of a melon, and as hard and bitchy as I thought she was, she seemed to melt into my earlier embrace very comfortably.
"We were on a drive to the mountain to go snowboarding for the weekend, but thought we'd come over and see what you were up to."
"I'm just chillen" as I glanced over to DanyAnne and caught her gazing at the front of my sweats. I was glad I wasn't wearing underwear. I looked back at Shelley. "Working around the property. I finished the Sauna, Smokehouse, and fixed my tractor since last time you were here."
Both of them seemed very interested when I said that I had put a hot-tub in my sunroom.
"Which Pass are you guys boarding?"
Her reply, and pretty much all of her quotes in this memoir, haa been edited. Consider that I hate so much, listening to this bitch talk! I mean, it takes her a minute of running off at the mouth to give a one word answer.
The pass they were headed for, I knew, had been closed since this morning. And they were just going to try to get a room at the lodge there if they didn't want to drive back. My weekend had a lot of potential. This was going to be so much more than fun. It could alter people's lives.
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