I couldn’t believe it had been a year. Time for Christmas shopping with the wife and parties with friends. Normally, I hate shopping and am pretty much indifferent to parties. Not this year. I couldn’t wait until Saturday. After last year, I had much to hope for. Tena, my wife’s niece, hosted the family party last year. The day, as you may recall, turned out very well for me. Normally, I despise these things. So many rednecks in our family made me a grouch. I think that may have played a part in why Tena gave me the attention that changed my mind. She and her husband had recently purchased a house on five beautiful acres and wanted to show it off. There were already ten cars parked up and down the driveway when we arrived. The house was ranch-style with a wide front porch behind several huge water oaks. High on a hill overlooking a small lake to one side and piney woods on the other, it didn’t need any landscaping. “Hey, y’all,” Tena called, opening the front door for us.“Hi, hon,” my wife answered, accepting a hug from her niece.Turning to me, Tena held her arms wide and offered a hug. I accepted without hesitation, taking her small body in my arms, “You got any presents to wrap?” I whispered, watching my wife walk into the house, not paying attention to us.Tena pushed her palm between my legs and over my cock which was already beginning to rise, “I have something you can help me with,” she smiled, squeezing my dick through my jeans.“Happy to help,” I answered, squeezing her ass with my one free hand.She led me inside and showed me where to put the bag of gifts that we brought. Looking around, I was impressed with the interior of the house. Timber-framed beams interlocked in the tops of live-edged columns at every open doorway set the theme of the natural wood decor. A huge heart-pine table and matching benches dominated the dining room. I slid my palm across the table, deceptively smooth given the hand-hewn look. The house smelled of holiday foods and pumpkin spice candles. Children ran about, playing and shouting. şişli escort The men sat around the big carport, taken in as a rec room. There was a huge flat screen mounted on a brick wall, a football game blaring through a surround system. I took a Coke from the refrigerator and started walking in that direction.“Nope,” Tena laughed, grabbing the crook of my arm, “I need to show you some things.”“Okay,” I agreed very quickly, “I’m at your service.”“Aunt Ree,” she called to my wife, “Can I borrow him for a while? I’ve got some renovation questions for him.”“He is all yours,” she laughed, “Keep his grumpy ass as long as you want him.”“Come on Uncle T,” she said, taking my hand and rushing up the stairs, “I’ll give you the grand tour first.”At the top of the beautiful heart-pine stairs, she pulled me to the left, “Come on Unc. You are going to love this.”I followed my petite niece through a wide door that accessed a room that amazed me. Looking around in awe, I said, “This belongs in the mountains, not Foxworth, Mississippi.”“I know, right,” she said.The ceiling was vaulted and covered in heart pine boards. Running horizontally, the monotony was broken every ten feet by timber-framed beams. The heavy architecture was live-edged and hand-hewn. The gable wall at the end was all glass and overlooked the lake. As beautiful as it was, it was loud. Every footstep or word spoken echoed from the hard wooden surfaces. The only thing in the room yet was the bear skin rug in the center of the floor under an elk horn chandelier. “What is this room going to be?” I asked.“I want it to be the master bedroom,” she answered, “But hubby doesn’t think he wants to sleep upstairs. He thinks that when we get older that we won’t be able to climb the stairs.”“Get his ass one of those stair lift chairs.”We laughed and she showed me the adjacent bathroom and attic storage that she thought could easily be converted to his and hers closet. It was plenty big enough and very possible. There was already a full-sized door and plenty of mecidiyeköy escort headroom. I agreed with Tena. This would be a great renovation project. Not to mention that it would be a great excuse to come over when hubby was gone.“What do you think, Unc?” She asked, “Can you do it? For me?”“It’s possible,” I answered, “But how do you plan on paying me?”Her eyes bore into mine and her smile was naughty. I watched her close the door and lock it, pulling her ugly Christmas sweater off and dropping it. Slowly walking past me to the bearskin rug, she pushed her tights and panties just below her ass. My cock grew rapidly hard in my pants. Tossing her bra to the floor, she said, “Consider this a down payment.”Testing the knob to make sure it was locked, I walked to my pretty little niece. She knelt on the rug and pulled my pants to my knees. My cock pointed at her like a crooked finger, accusing her of some dirty act. She took it in her small hand, squeezing and stroking. I watched her open her mouth and swallow half of it without hesitation. Her tongue, warm and wet, slid up and down the bottom of my shaft. My eyes met hers as she stared up at me, sucking my dick. This wasn’t like last year. No teasing nor stealthy touching while everyone else was distracted by the party games. She went straight to work, hurrying me to expel my load onto her thirsty tongue. I didn’t try to hold back. The party had just started and we needed to join it before anyone came knocking. It had been several weeks since I’d had sex with the wife so I knew my load would be large. Even still, I didn’t bother to warn my young niece. She swallowed it last year so I didn’t think she would mind. My hunch was correct. As soon as my head fell back and I moaned, “I’m coming,” Tena started stroking my shaft while sucking my cock head, taking each emission with a gulp. This was raw and hurried. Nothing sensual or beautiful. Just a quick blowjob and we were done. A few minutes later, she was dressed and we were walking downstairs to join the family. Halfway down, she stopped me.“You’re going to stay a while, aren’t you?”“Sure,” I replied, “Nothing pressing me to go.”“Good,” she smiled, “We’re going to need to take a closer look at this project after the party.”I agreed and then we joined the rest of the family in the rec room. The kids bounced around yelling like wild Indians. Most of the men sat on a sectional in front of the big screen watching the game and drinking beer. My wife was laughing with her sister and some friends so I took a beer from the cooler and joined the guys. I was close enough that I could hear Tena telling my wife that I would be remodeling her master bedroom this year and how she looked forward to it. What had to be done would take but two weeks if I tried. I could see it dragging out over several months though. I wanted to fuck her all summer. Even after two children, her body was gorgeous. So petite and shaped just right. What triggered the memory, I couldn’t say but my mind went back ten years. Tena had just turned sixteen years old and was on a sleepover with one of my daughters. It was getting on about nine o’clock in the evening and the girls were getting showers. I had no idea that Tena was in my bathroom when I pushed the door open. There she stood, naked and wet, drying her hair with a towel. It took a few seconds for me to process what I had stumbled into. She had not noticed me since she was rubbing a towel on her head. Such a fine young body. Her tits were just barely there and her pointy nipples seemed to be erect. Slim and perfect, her body glistened under the lights of the room. I just stood gawking and taking in her nakedness, my cock immediately got hard. My eyes were drawn to the black whist of hair that formed the tiniest of triangles between her thighs. I could only imagine how tight her young pussy would be. I could feel the warmth of the pre-cum on my cock head already. My eyes bugged and hers did also when she finally finished her hair. “Uncle T,” she gasped in surprise.“Oh, shit,” I spat, “Sorry, I didn’t know you were in here.”She stood there, really not trying to hide her body, “I guess I forgot to lock the door.”“My fault,” I said, still not looking away, “I should have knocked.”