Then he won and Brenda sat there.
"Come on, honey," he coaxed. "Don't be such a chicken, I don't have anything covering my upper body at all, now do I?"
It took some effort for Brenda to focus, but she saw the truth of his words. Hesitantly, she reached behind herself and undid her bra, letting her pert breasts fall out. Cool air brushed across her nipples, making them harden slightly. Blushing, she tried to cover herself with her hands.
"It's okay, sweetie," Uncle John said laughingly, "you don't have anything I haven't seen before."
Pink-cheeked, Brenda realized that he was speaking the truth. It did make sense to her now, drunken sense, but that was the only kind she had at the moment. Slowly she let her hands fall from her small, pale breasts and John stared at them hungrily. They were so young and firm, little handfuls with sweet pink nipples... and distracting enough that he lost the next hand without meaning to.
So he removed his pants, thankful that his boxers were pretty good at hiding his swollen cock. He wasn't sure just how innocent or drunk Brenda was. She was getting used to having her breasts displayed though, not even blushing anymore or noticing as they jiggled in the air.
Then she lost the next round. Now there was no pink her cheeks, she was very pale.
"I can't," she said, standing next to the table, "I just can't."
"Come on, honey," John said firmly. "You lost, that means you have to take off everything."
"It's wrong," she said stubbornly. It was one thought that she'd managed to find in her drunken haze and she was holding onto it.
John could see that she wasn't going to give in on this one easily. Sighing, he thought quickly.
"Well you can't just have no penalty..." he said, pretending to think hard. "Okay, how about you don't have to take off your panties, but I get to touch you."
"Touch me?" she repeated.
"Yeah, just a little bit." He smiled encouragingly. "And I won't do anything that you don't like, I promise."
Brenda thought hard for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay… that seems fair."
"Good!" John exclaimed. "Then come here and sit on my lap.
Brenda walked forward unsteadily, practically falling onto him. John settled his niece so that she was straddling his waist, those pretty pert breasts right in his face. He slid his hands down her back, savoring the feel of her young, soft skin then his hands slid up her sides and he was cupping her breasts.
"Wait...” Something was wrong, she knew something was wrong.
"It's okay, honey," John said, rubbing his fingers across her nipples and bringing them to full hardness.
Brenda moaned a little, her unfocused eyes looking at her uncle in confusion.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes!" Brenda gasped as he squeezed her breasts.
"If it feels good, don't you like it?" And he pinched her nipples, continuing to squeeze her tender breast flesh. Brendawas starting to rub her pussy against him without even realizing it, a wet spot forming on the crotch of her panties.
"Yeah I do, I guess." She sighed, feeling like there was something wrong but not able to figure out what it was.
John leaned forward and took one pert nipple into his mouth, flicking the swollen bud with his tongue. Brenda gasped and began to rub herself against his thigh even harder. It felt so good, sending a rush of energy through her pussy and she shivered from the unfamiliar sensations running through her. Her hands were on the back of his head without her realizing it, pressing him more firmly into her breasts as he began to pinch and twist her other nipple.
Biting down on the tender bud, John pulled his head back, making her back arch as her nipple stretched. She let out a cry of half pain, half pleasure until he let the tender nubbin pop out of his mouth.
"So if it feels good and you like it, then you want it, right?" he said conversationally, before lowering his head to her other nipple.
"Oh god, yes..." Brenda moaned. She was practically humping him now, her pussy splayed and wet, rubbing against his hard dick through the thin fabric of her panties and his boxers.
John kept playing with her breasts, his mouth and hands becoming rougher as his niece rubbed herself against him. When she began to come, her small, young body thrashing on top of him, John couldn't help but come too.
Finally she sagged on top of him, murmuring, "I don't know if I feel so good now..."
