EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Andrew

It's almost 2 am when we're both laying spent on our back, panting, bodies radiating heat as we sweat, my entire room smelling like sex. 

I turn my head, looking at her as she just lays there naked, staring at the ceiling breathing. Then she turns her head toward me. 

I just smile slightly as we look at each other and she rolls her eyes and then looks back at the ceiling. I laugh.

"What was that for?" I ask. 

She turns her head back to me. "What was what for?" 

"Your little eyeroll" I say and she just shrugs. 

"I didn't like the way you were looking at me." she says. 

My brows pinch. "And how was I looking at you?" 

She shakes her head. "Nothing, doesnt matter." she says and drags herself up with a little sigh and groan. 

"God, I'm going to be so sore" she complains and swings her legs over the bed. 

"Where are you going?" I ask. 

She cocks a brow. "To clean myself up a bit, and then to my room" she says. 

"Damn. Not even going to cuddle me after?" I ask with a smirk as she rolls her eyes, pulling her long oversized t shirt back on over her head. , flipping her sex hair out of the back , grabbing her pony tail holder that fell out while we were fucking and assembled a large mass of hair ontop of her head in a giant messy bun. It looks awful. But she still looks cute as hell, and hot. 

"Youre the one who said I couldn't sleep in here" she reminds me. 

"Ah, yeah, forgot for a second." I say and sit up as she bends over , picking up her balled up panties and tosses them to me. 

"Keep em, a little souvenir " she laughs as they hit my face and fall to my lap. 

"Nice" I say and grab them reaching over, opening my night stand and putting them inside the drawer and shutting it. 

"You smoke?" I ask her as she turns to walk out of the room. 

She turns. "Huh?" 

"Weed...I know your brother does....do you?" I ask. 

She lets out a slight laugh and then turns all the way back and walks over and sits on the bed beside me. I smile when she sits down, and realize now I'm the one that's lonely, not wanting her to leave and go back to her room, wishing I could keep her in my bed, and fuck her first thing in the morning. 

"Once in awhile, not as much as Micah...a little here and there...helps with anxiety with school and stuff." she says, and I watch her feet play on the carpet on the side of the bed, curling her toes against it. 

"Wanna smoke?" I ask her and she looks up at me and raises her brow.

"You smoke?" she asks. 

I nod. "I'm like you though, only once in awhile...I just like being high...relaxing." 

She nods. "Ok." 

"I need something to wind me down, because otherwise I'll be up all night with you." I say and then she looks back to me and smiles. 

"Shut up" she says and stands and I grab her shirt from the back and she yelps and giggles as I tug her back, pulling her onto my lap. 

Callie

As soon as I'm pulled onto his lap, I can feel his cock growing hard against my bare pussy and ass. 

I giggle as he tickles my sides slightly through my shirt and teases my neck, kissing, nipping and his hands hold my waist as I squirm in his lap and laugh quietly. 

I feel his hands come up the front of my shirt, over it, and grab my tits as he keeps kissing my neck, and my giggling quiets into little moans as he kisses my neck softly and massages my tits through my shirt. 

"Andrew" I breathe his name and feel him slide his hands down and between my legs. 

"Jesus" I moan, leaning my head back over as his fingers circle my clit. 

"I'm too sore to fuck anymore" I tell him. 

"You too sore to let me rub your clit?" he whispers. 

I shake my head. 

"Good, so shut up and let me touch you." he whispers in my ear. 

I gasp slightly and roll my hips on his lap, feeling his hard cock pushing against me and I whimper, wishing my pussy was available right now. 

"I'm never going to be able to get up for work...I'm going to end up spending all night making this pussy cum...I cant take my hands off you baby" he whispers. 

I moan and turn my head, taking his mouth as he rubs my clit and I moan against his lips. 

"I'm not your baby" I pant. 

"Yes you are" he replies and takes my lower lip between his teeth. 

My hips buck against his hand and fingers, and I moan into his mouth as our tongue push over one anothers and I gasp and hold my breath as I cum, feeling his fingers vibrate over my clit, fast but not too hard, rubbing it so fucking perfectly and I sink onto him, as my orgasm crashes down, ending more swiftly than I'd have liked. 

"Your body is exhausted" he whispers. I jump slightly when he slides his finger up and down my slit, then lifts it and bring his finger to my mouth and makes me suck it. 

So I do, as I look at him, and he shifts me on his lap, then kisses my mouth and smiles. 

"Let's go smoke, before I beg to put my cock back inside you." he says and I laugh slightly, and barely able to stand as I get up, he laughs and holds onto me.

I watch him throw on a pair of navy blue joggers and then I stop into the bathroom, he follows me in. 

"What are you doing?" I ask with a quiet laugh .

"Taking a piss." he says.

I roll my eyes. 

"You can wait your turn." I say pushing at him. 

He laughs. "I can fuck you, but cant be in the bathroom when you piss?" 

I raise my brow. "Why is that your kink?" 

He laughs. "Nah, but if it's you...then maybe...I imagine I'd enjoy watching you do anything." 

"You're sick" I say and push him to the side, walk over and sit myself down.

"Well don't watch! You're making me nervous!" I whisper yell. 

He laughs and turns and I manage to break the seal and he lets me finish and clean myself, before he walks over taking over the toilet as I go to wash my hands. 

I turn my head towards him, watching him as he holds his pants down in the front.

"I can't watch you, but you can watch me?" he asks and I giggle and look up. 

"Yea" I say. "deal with it" I scrunch my nose and he laughs, finishing up, flushing and walking over, washing his hands as well. 

We go to the kitchen and he grabs a beer from his fridge. 

"There's wine , or there's some lady drinks in the back that a friend left here, or a beer, if you want one" he says.

"I'm not 21" I say jokingly. 

He just laughs and twists off the cap to his beer taking a drink. 

I grab a mini bottle of some kind of red wine. 

"these are cute....what friend left them here? A friend you fuck?" I ask.

Andrew

I turn and eye her, trying to tell if she's just being a smart ass, or if she's jealous, or both. 

"Why's it matter?" I ask tilting my head. 

"It doesnt" she rolls her eyes, twisting the cap off the little bottle and taking a sip. 

"Hm" I say and then turn and reach up to the cabinet above the counter and move a box around, pulling down a small wooden box. 

"Is that your stash?" she teases, walking over and standing beside me. 

I turn my head and look down at her as she just smiles. 

"Yes, it's my..stash" I say and wobble my head mocking her. 

She giggles and turns slightly, her breast brushing my arm as her hand lifts to my back and then rests on my shoulder as she peers down as I open the box. 

I don't tease her about personal space because I fucking like her touching me casually, pressing against me innocently, just to be close. 

I take out my rolling papers and the small pill bottle with weed inside of it. 

"You want me to roll one, or do you want to use the bowl?" I ask her. 

she shrugs. "Roll one...I've only ever used a bowl." 

She stands there as I roll a shitty joint, and she teases me for it too. I laugh quietly as she pokes fun at my obviously lack of skill at rolling a joint. 

"Listen, I told you im not an avid smoker, quit being so cruel" I sniff playfully and she laughs and moves behind me and hugs herself to my back, wrapping her arms around me. 

"Sorryyyy" she says with a little laugh and I feel her warm cheek against my back as she rests her head on my back. 

I turn slightly, hooking my arm back and pulling her to my side again.

"What?" she laughs. "I was apologizing." 

"Yeah, but I couldnt see your face." I tell her with a smile. 

"And I like to look at your face" I say, leaning down as she rolls her eyes, but I kiss her and feel her push on her tip toes and kiss me back. 

"quit being cute" she mutters against my mouth. 

"You want me to be a jerk?" I laugh as she lowers back onto her flat feet and shrugs. 

"It'd be easier" she says.

"What would?" I ask closing the box and putting the rest away, and leaving the two small shitty joints i rolled on the counter. 

"nothing" she says lifting her mini bottle of wine and taking another sip. 

"Tell me" I nudge her , grabbing the lighter and the two joints in one hand, my beer in the other as we walk out to the small back patio and sit at the tiny table with chairs around it. 

I light the small citrus candle on the table and then hand her a joint. 

"Make what easier?" I ask when she still ignores the question. 

She plucks the joint from my fingers with a sigh. 

"Nothing...you just...you're my uncle." she says.

"Yes. Established." I say and she gives me a warning glare not to mock her. 

"Go on...sorry" I say lighting the joint in my fingers, taking an inhale, then passing it to her, and taking the unlit one from her and lighting it, keeping it for myself. 

"The situation is fucked up. You know it is. " she says. I just nod once and she lifts the joint to her lips and I watch her as she holds it slightly and then exhales moments later. 

"And it's more fucked up when you say or do things that are nice, or cute....or....I dont know" she sighs, sounding frustrated. I exhale as she takes another drag off hers. 

She exhales and leans back in the chair and looks at me, and I do my fucking best not to look down at her bare legs, or try to see up her loose shirt. I keep my eyes on her. 

"I just don't want to be an idiot." she says. 

"Why would you be an idiot?" I ask, cocking my head to the side taking another hit.  

"Because...even though I know...we're just lonely and horny right now....and that when I go back home, it's what it was...like, life will be normal....and it'll be our secret ya know...like I get it...." she says starting to ramble. 

"But if you make it seem like more than that....I'm gonna end up an idiot." she says. 

"how though?" I ask.

She rolls her eyes. "Are you fucking dense?" she asks and my eyebrows pop.

"Whoa" I laugh and look around. 

"Who the fuck are you talking to?" I ask her. 

she grumbles and takes another hit. 

"You, asshole."

"don't be a little bitch" I tell her and put my joint in my mouth, leaning over and grab the arms of the patio chair, pulling it across the little cement slab and it skids as she jumps slightly and looks at me as I pull her closer. 

"I'm not gonna take guesses as to what you're thinking....I know you girls want all men to be mind readers.."

"Augh." she rolls her eyes. "Shut up" 

"You're obviously really great at communicating" I say and take a hit from the joint, toss it in the grass almost burnt out and then stand up. 

"Where are you going?" she says, her tone of voice an objection to my getting up. 

"To bed. You've exhausted my cock. Now you're exhausting my head." I say. 

"Goodnight." I say, grabbing my beer.

"Andrew!" she whisper yells as I let myself in the back door and into the kitchen, and I heave a sigh when two seconds later her small feet are heard slapping against the kitchen floor and shes right behind me as I finish of my beer and set it in the sink. 

She grabs my arm, pulling it to turn me around, so I do and then I look down at her, jaw clenched. 

She inhales at the look on my face. 

"Don't be mad at me" she says quietly and blinks, and her fucking eyes soften me, and I let out a breath. 

"Then fucking say something that makes sense" I say. 

"I'm trying!" she shoves at my chest. "But youre being a dick!" 

I look down at her, and realize, maybe she's right. Maybe I am being a dick, because I'm 30....she's 18. I'm not into doing the beat around the bush bullshit that I did when I was her age. 

"Fine. I'm sorry. You're right. But I like when people communicate their thoughts or feelings clearly, black and white, not vague riddles that I'm supposed to figure out." I say. 

"Just give me more than five minutes, jesus christ!" she says. 

I look down at her, irritated with the bullshit going on right now. Not irritated with her, but irritated that I'm arguing with my niece like she's my girlfriend. She's right, this is fucked up. 

I stand in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, both hands on the edge of the counter. 

"go on then.....speak"