EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Andrew

"Yea mom, ....yea.......yep, it's all finished" I listened and watched Callie nod at her computer screen sitting at my kitchen table.

She'd been staying with me about a month now due to the pandemic. Both my sister and her husband worked in the hospital, and we were starting to really see a rise of cases in our area. They didn't want my niece and nephew staying at home and possibly get exposed, by them bringing it back home. They knew I already worked from home, and had no trouble with the sheltering in place order, so they asked if Callie and her brother Micah could stay with me for at least the summer.

I already had a spare guest bedroom that was furnished, so I gave that to Callie, because I know that teen girls needs their privacy and all.

Both of them just finished their senior year, Micah was a year older than Callie, but since he failed a few years ago, they ended up in the same graduating class. 

"Yeah , he's right here... Say hey Uncle Drew" Callie turned her laptop towards me standing over the stove preparing dinner for us.

"Hey" I said turning waving one hand in the air.

It'd only been a few weeks with them in my house, and it honestly wasn't too bad. I'd never wanted kids, so I thought it might cramp my style a bit, but turns out, they both pretty much kept to themselves, and the only thing that was a pain, was one bathroom with a female in the house that enjoyed bubble baths and pampering herself for hours in the tub.

"Are they behaving?" I heard my sisters voice through the lap top.

"Nope, they're awful, take em back" I joked, and caught Callie rolling her eyes.

"What-ever!" she huffed , scowling at me and I laughed , and noticed the little crinkles in her nose as her face scrunched up as she turned back the lap top.

"He's kidding, I'm perfect....as always" she gave a shrug. Her mother and her both laughing.

I watched a second longer and agreed silently that Callie, was , in fact, perfect. In fact, she was so perfect that I'd had a lot of trouble falling asleep knowing a body like hers was sleeping under my roof.

Yes, she's my niece. Yes, she's barely legal. Yes, my sister, and brother in law would both murder me for even admitting I thought about their daughter while laying in my bed at night now, jerking off.

I let my eyes take another look at her legs, then the little space of skin between her jean shorts and tight little crop top, that honestly I'm thinking about burning, because she's worn it three times, all of which without a bra, and it's fucking tight, and white, and I can make out the shadows of her areola and her perky teen tits and those god damn pointy nipples that are always poking out. It's modern day fucking torture on my balls, my dick, my sanity.

I turn back and finish cooking dinner as she finishes the chat with her mother.

"How long till dinner?" Callie asks closing her laptop and putting it away. I turn, watching her bend over to unplug the cord, and allow myself a look right at the apex of her thighs, the way those jean shorts tighten on her ass and I feel my dick start to stir so I look away, clearing my throat.

"Probably about 30 minutes" I say and she nods.

"Cool, I'm gonna go chill out back, and then I'll set the table when you're ready for me to" she says.

"Sure" I nod, watching her grab her cell phone , throw on a pair of sunglasses and her flip flops and she goes out into the back yard. It's not huge, but there's a small little patio and a small grass area , with a hammock. I watch through the kitchen window and see her opt for the hammock.

Micah is actually at a friends house, that's also been staying in place, so his parents were fine with him going back and forth between our houses. Tonight, he's staying there for the first night, and my dick moves at the though of Callie and those legs, that body, under my roof, just me and her.

I work on dinner but take a few looks out the window periodically, when I look out for what is probably the fifth time, she is now sitting in one of the patio chairs and, with her arm held out, cocking her head side to side, moving it at different angles, and I realize she's taking pictures of herself. I watch her give her camera a flirty smile, a teasing lip bite, she lifts her hand and fidgets with the thin strap of her little white tank top crop top and flirts with the camera as if shes going to lower the strap. She does lower it,  as I watch it rest slightly off her shoulder as she licks her upper lip.

I watch her then lower the top just slightly, looking down as she checks how much more cleavage is showing and then looks up into the camera and starts to move a little, taking more photos. After a few minutes she stops, leans back in the chair and I'm guessing she's reviewing her photos. Not sure if she'll like the results she got, but the live results for me, have my dick hard and now my hand is over it through my pants as I adjust it, willing it to go away.

I finish dinner trying to rid myself of my hard on by trying to think of anything else other than my niece and that fucking top, and how perky and firm her tits look, and her tight round ass. Since my thoughts can’t help but picture what she must look like naked, I finish preparing dinner , still with my hard on, and groan, going to my bedroom to rub one out quickly.

I unzip my pants, free my tortured cock and sit on the bed, take a pump of  lotion and stroke my cock. I close my eyes and squeeze my hand tighter around my dick, trying to mimic just how tight I think her pussy would be. I playback the view of her sitting out back biting that lip, and how i’d bite down on it too if I could, how i’d fuck her tits, fuck her mouth, bend her over and fuck her from behind watching that ass throw itself back on my dick. I’m almost there when I hear the sharp inhale and a tiny yelp. 

I jump, hand flying from my cock to try to cover myself by pulling up my pants and standing. By the look on Callie’s face , I know she’s already seen it. 

“I-I...oh god..I’m so sorry uncle Drew” she turns her head and runs from the door.

“Shit” I curse and zip up my pants, my dick not getting the memo that it’s time to settle down. I try to adjust it , so it’s not too obvious and take a deep breath to go back out there and face the embarrassment we’re both probably feeling.

Callie

I just saw my Uncle's dick. I just saw my Uncle's dick. Oh my god. Oh my god. I stood there, just fucking stood there, frozen. Until I was able to let my brain catch up to my eyes, and dart away from the door. Shit, this was so embarrassing. I want to crawl under a rock and die, or at least hide out in my bedroom there until I could go back home. 

I walk into the kitchen, and grab some plates. I set them on the table, then grab silverware. Setting it on the table. I grab us glasses and the water from the fridge and set it on the table, and I wince in shame as I hear his foot steps coming through the house to the kitchen. 

I pretend to fidget with the silverware and placement of the plates, as he grabs the chicken , veggies and rice and brings it all to the table. I hold my breath as he sets them down and I slide into my seat, without looking up. 

"I apologize, I should have shut my door at least." he says. 

I chew my lip and flush red, my cheeks heating. I shrug without looking up. 

"It's fine. I should've um..."I trail off, not sure what I should have done differently to prevent myself from walking in on my uncle choking his dick. His...rather large dick from what I saw. 

"This is..quite awkward now.. I'm sorry" he says.

"yea." I say and grab the picture of water and pour water for myself and take a sip from the glass. 

"Can we just um, pretend that didn't happen?" he asks and I finally look up, but when I look at him all I see is him sitting on the side of his bed, cock in hand, jerking himself off. 

I nod. "Yeah"

"Your mom is going to kill me." he says. 

My eyes widen. "You're gonna tell my mom?!" I shriek. 

He looks at me and shakes his head. "I-I'm not, I just thought...you'd maybe...say something about it"

My head jerks back and I shake it. 

"The last thing I want to do , is have to explain to my mom how I saw her brothers co-" I pause and then shut my mouth biting my lips shut. 

"Yea." he says, clearing his throat. 

"Guess that would be more awkwardness that could just be avoided." he says and I nod. 

I look back to my plate, and he serves me my food, and then his own and I try to think of something to say, something to talk about to break the silence that only makes the awkwardness build.

"It's not like, I've never seen one or anything, you know" I wince and curse myself inwardly for choosing to bring the situation up, instead of avoiding it, but my mouth vomits out more rambling. 

"I've seen other ..uh..penises...so it's not like...i'm traumatized...and I know about masturbation...so it's not like I think bad of you...I mean everyone does it."

My eyes flick up to him and he fidgets in his seat, slouching down slightly, as if he too wants to curl up under a rock and die from shame. 

"I mean, it's fine, like...you can go finish if you need to" I say. His fork drops and hits the plate and I look at him, and wince. 

"I don't know what to say...I'm rambling...I'm sorry...I just....this is weird" I confess and bite my lip looking at him nervously. "Are you mad at me?"

He shakes his head. "No, why would I be mad? Definitely not mad. Just....40 years ...and the first time I'm ever get caught jerking off, is to my niece.." he says and I go to say something then pause. Did he say....to?

"By my niece" he clears his throat correcting himself. Freudian slip of the tongue maybe? I think to myself. No, he would not.....would he? Now I start to squirm in my seat. 

"Just...would have almost rather anyone else but you caught me" he says. 

I nod. "Sorry."

"Stop apologizing." he says and I look at my plate, and shuffle a pea around the plate. 

"So, how are your friends taking the quarantine? they having a difficult time at all?" he asks and I shrug and somehow we end up talking like it never happened. Even if the thought of it is still taking up space in the back of my head as I talk about friends, college classes, among other things. 

Normally Micah will do the dishes but since he's not here I offer to do them when dinner is done. 

He argues with me and says it's fine and that he'll do them. After a minute he decides we can both do them, and clean up the kitchen together.

But  when we're in the kitchen, I notice the problem he was trying to solve earlier in his bedroom is still a matter that needs to be solved, because my eyes can't help but steal a glance at the bulge in his pants. 

I turn to the sink, and stay focused on the dishes. 

Andrew

I don't make it too obvious, but I manage to steal glances at her tits while in the kitchen, when she turns to grab the pans from me and utensils I used to cook with. 

They're fucking hard, and pebbling under her crop top and I wonder if she's cold, if she's horny, or if her nipples just enjoy torturing my dick and making my mouth water. 

She scrubs the plates, putting them in the dishwasher and I look down her top as she bends over, her tits  so fucking perfect as I admire them hanging beneath her. Wondering if I could ever convince her to somehow just walk around topless for me when her brother isn't here. 

When she stands I notice the front of her shirt has a few wet spots from rinsing the dishes and one is right near one of her perfect little nipples. I feel my jaw flex as my eyes catch it, and I can't stop staring as she grabs the pan from the sink and turns back. When she does I notice she's frozen, pan in hand and I look up , and her eyes are on me. She looks down, to where I was staring , and opens her mouth to say something, but stops when she looks to my package, shaking her head quickly and stammering as she puts the pan into the dishwasher, ignoring the prominent bulge in my pants. I try to adjust it. She catches me when she turns to put the silverware in the dishwasher. She clears her throat, closes the door and starts the dishwasher. 

"Well..I uh...I should go...um..." I watch her look anywhere but at me, and my eyes look at her tits that she's sticking out further as she tucks her thumbs into the loops of her jean shorts at the side and shrugs. She doesn't even realize what she's doing, or she does. I don't know, but I'm not sure her staying here is such a good idea, because I'm seconds away from making  a move on her.

"Yea" I say my voice strained, trying not to look at her like I want to fuck right here in the kitchen. 

She licks her lips nervously and looks to me then looks away and goes to walk out of the kitchen, but as she passes me I hold out my hand and grab her arm gently making her stop. She turns and so do I. 

I look down at her, her blinking eyes.

"Did you....did you need me to do something else?"

yes, I think. I need you to strip those clothes off and let me survey every inch of you with my eyes, then with my hands and mouth. 

"No...I..." I pause and watch her chest rise and fall as she breathes heavier and I can tell she's nervous. 

I shake my head and release her arm, thinking better of my initial idea to grab her, pull her body to me and try to take her mouth, to bite that fucking lip she keeps assaulting with her teeth, to suck on it.

"sorry, no.." I shake my head, and turn back away and step further into the kitchen. 

I pause, waiting, and exhale when I hear her feet finally move and leave the kitchen and I close my eyes once I hear her bedroom door shut. 

I shake my head, hands gripping the counter, not realizing my knuckles are white, and I shake my head, looking out the window and then push off the counter and turn, and walk straight to her room.