She took a sip, winced, and coughed exactly as last time. “C-cheers to you too,” she gasped. “My god, how do you drink this stuff?”
I laughed. “Years of practice, I guess. Say, how about some champagne later tonight? It’ll be a little easier on the throat. What do you say we go for a celebration dinner?”
“Really? I’d love that! Could it be someplace dressy? I haven’t worn a dress since I got here.”
“I was hoping you’d say that. I already booked us a table. You can get as dressed up as you want. This is your night.”
She squeezed the breath out of me, then ran upstairs. “What time do I have to be ready?”
“Eight o’clock. I’ll book a ride if champagne is on the menu.”
“Do that. I plan to get totally lit tonight and I’m taking you with me. It’s party time.”
I stood impatiently in the hall, occasionally glancing at my watch until the car was waiting for us in the drive. “Emma, we gotta go, our ride’s here!”
“Coming!”
I caught my breath when she appeared at the top of the stairs. That tired, overworked college student had transformed into a gorgeous, glamorous young woman. As she came down the stairs, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She wore a brilliant red sleeveless cocktail dress that she filled out perfectly. Where her dress ended, her legs shone in sheer stockings. She took each step carefully as she descended in a pair of stiletto pumps that matched her dress.
“Well, whaddya think?” She did a little curtsey.
“What do I think? I don’t think I should tell you what I think, dear niece of mine. Holy smokes.”
She laughed. “Is that the best you can do? You really don’t know how to flatter a girl. C’mon, try again.”
“Alright, alright. Emma, you look amazing, amazingly hot, gorgeous, classy… the whole package. Beautiful. Did I say gorgeous already?”
“You did. That’s more like it.”
I held the door open for her and watched as she strode out onto the porch, her hips swinging under that tight sheath of a dress. Oh my god, keep yourself under control, Jeff. She’s your niece. She’s your niece. She’s your niece…
The driver dropped us off in front of the restaurant. Emma had to pull her dress back down to cover the lacy tops of her stockings after she got out of the car. Once again, I gave up trying to look away. This girl was impossible to ignore, no matter how much guilt I felt. My thoughts about her were getting further and further away from what an uncle’s should be. The transformation from the college student I knew was amazing. As we walked past a table of grey-haired women, I heard a chorus of “tsk, look how he lets her dress.” I felt like telling them that, no, she wasn’t my daughter, she was my date, and they could bloody well mind their own business.
As the night wore on, the champagne buzz took over. We laughed louder, teased, and a few times even flirted. Her stress of the last month, and our inhibitions, were falling away. It was quite late, the staff starting to close for the night when we finally left the restaurant. She clung to my arm as we waited for another ride. The drive home was uneventful, except for the fact she was glued to my arm, her head on my shoulder.
“Are you feeling okay, Emma?”
“Perfect.” She kissed my cheek. “Thanks so much for this, Uncle Jeff. This is a great way to end the term.” She snuggled in tighter, her hand in mine, her thigh pressed against me. I caught the driver watching us in the mirror and wondered what he made of this little scene in the back seat. He dropped us at the front door and watched Emma get out. Her dress rode up again, her stocking tops in plain view. I held her hand and guided her up the steps. She leaned against the wall when we were inside.
“Mmmm, I love a good buzz,” she said.
“It’s probably time to call it a night. Can you make it up the stairs alright?”
“Sure, but I don’t want to. Let’s have one more drink. I wanna try that firewater of yours again.”
“Are you sure about that? I don’t want you heaving that expensive meal.”
She laughed. “Don’t think I can take it? I’ll show you.” She headed off to the den, a bit wobbly on those stiletto heels. I followed her and pulled a softer blended whiskey from the cabinet.
“Let’s try this one.” She hummed happily as she watched me pour. I handed her a glass. “Cheers, Emma. You did great this term. I’m really, really proud of you.”
She stepped in close, wrapping her arm around me while she took a sip. She coughed again. “I’m gonna finish this even if it kills me,” she laughed.
“Well, pace yourself. We’re already liquored up. Not sure how much more we should be having.”
She smirked. “What, can’t handle it?”
“Oh, I can handle it. The question is, can you? We’re not exactly the same size.”
She hugged me tighter, pressing her breasts against me. “Mmm, yes, that’s true, you big strong man, you.” She rose on her toes and tried to kiss me on the mouth. I turned and gave her my cheek. She nudged me with her hip. “Hey, don’t you wanna kiss me? C’mon, gimme a kiss.”
“Emma, I think we should call it a night. We’re both feeling pretty loose.”
“No, not yet. We’re not done celebrating.” This time she put her glass down, took my face between her hands, and kissed me. I know I should have stopped her, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have the willpower. She reached for her glass and took a deep gulp, shut her eyes tight and shook her head. “Fuck me, that stuff is deadly.” She came in for another kiss, held it, then pulled back and looked me in the eye. She pressed her hand against my rock-hard cock. “I have a gift for you.”
I took her hand away. “Hey, no, that’s not a good idea.”
“I think it’s a great idea. You deserve a reward after all you’ve done for me.”
“Emma, you’re drunk. This can’t happen.”
“It can, and it will.” She dropped to her knees and unzipped my fly. “Let me give this to you.”
I looked down at her. “Emma, no, don’t. We’re drunk, both of us. Stop.”
She looked up at me as she dug her hand into my trousers and pulled my cock out into the open. “Oh, shush. I know what I’m doing, and I want to do it. We’re celebrating, remember? Now it’s my turn to treat you.”
“Emma, we shouldn’t… oh, fuck…” She’d taken me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head, then licking the shaft from base to tip. She began to slowly bob her head up and down on me, sucking softly, her delicate hand wrapped around the base. She paused, looked up at me, then slowly dragged her tongue up the underside. She rose, closed her lips around me, took me deeper and then pressed forward. I felt the tightness of her throat close around the tip.
“Fuck me!” I gasped.
She gagged, pulled back and coughed. A moment later she tried again. I rested my hand lightly on her head as she tried to take me into her throat, over and over, gagging and straining with each attempt. She sucked faster and harder when she heard my breathing change, her lips tight around my shaft. “Emma, I’m gonna… oh fuck!” My climax rose quickly. My cock throbbed as my gut tightened. I held a handful of her hair as the orgasm took over. She sucked hard, bobbing her head quickly as my cum flooded into her mouth. Once again, she swirled her tongue, draining me, taking it all. She sat back, swallowed, and looked up at me. She patted her lips, then held up her hands.
“Help me up.”
I pulled her to her feet. “Emma…”
She put a finger to my lips. “I don’t wanna hear it. You deserved it, so I gave it to you. End of story.” She picked up her glass, took another drink and sloshed the whiskey around in her mouth. She dabbed her lips lightly with her fingertips. “Uncle Jeff, you know I love you. I want this. I really do. Don’t take it away from me. Please don’t.”
“But Emma, this is so wrong. When the drinks wear off, you’re going to hate me for not stopping you. I love you too but…”
“But what?”
“This is way, way over the line. We can’t do this.”
“Why can’t we? What does it matter to anyone else? It’s none of their business.” She stepped in close, pressed her body against me with her hand between us, wrapped around my cock. She rose onto her toes and kissed me deeply. I pulled her to me and held that kiss. She started to back up across the room, still kissing, bringing me with her. She fell back onto the couch and pulled her dress up to her waist. She slumped down, splayed her legs wide and looked up at me.
“Emma, no, we can’t. No. We can’t do this.”
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