It was suggested that I get the Bar-B-Q going so that we could have something quick, but simple, my wife informed me that she was going to care for Mary Jane’s little red bum and that I should open up a bottle of wine. Perhaps a half hour, maybe forty five minutes later, I can only guess, as I was on my third glass of wine, and was flipping burgers. Both girls arrived back on the outside patio deck covered only by the thin gown they had worn much earlier that morning. While we tackled our food, we partook in small talk, the topics ranging from everything to everything, but avoiding any mention of sex or the games we had been playing. It was reminiscent of the meals we had had together at any time in the past, when Mary Jane was visiting with her Aunt and Uncle.

The girls picked up afterwards, leaving me sitting alone on the deck, enjoying the sunset of what had been a very pleasant Sunday. I must have dozed off, for the next thing I knew , I was hearing Mary Jane calling my name “ Uncle Bobby, Uncle Bobby Auntie wants to know if you would like to have a glass of Port and one of your cigars to finish the day off” . Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I was greeted with the view of my lovely niece standing in front of me her gown untied, hanging almost completely open on her young naked body. I drew a deep breath, inhaling the sweet aroma of a freshly washed body as I tried to fathom if I was dreaming or not. Then my wonderful niece leaned forward and touched me gently, her two breasts slipping from the covering of the gown, almost dropping out into my lap, I knew then I was not dreaming.

Mary Jane repeated “ Uncle Bobby , Auntie wants to know if you would like a glass of Port and one of your cigars served to you out here on the deck ” as she closed in on me and placed a kiss on my forehead, enveloping my face with her freshly washed, golden locks of hair. Coming to my senses I responded in the affirmative, indicating that I thought that would be a wonderful way to finish the day off, my mind thinking however, if I could only get it up I could pull her naked body down and split her in two as I screwed her royally. I did however raise my hand to grab hold of her hanging tits, but before I made contact, Mary Jane moved. She placed her hands under my chin and brought our mouths together, she mashed her soft lips against mine and slipped her tongue into my mouth. The sensation was just ecstatic, for a moment she flicked the tip of her tongue against mine, then she broke off, straightened her body and told me she would be back.

My heart was pounding, my cock was throbbing, and I was left gasping for breath, watching her walk away and disappear into the house. It was perhaps fifteen minutes later, enough time to have allowed me to calm down and have my body functions resume their natural order, when both girls came back out on to the deck. They were still wearing the little gowns; neither of them had bothered to tie it closed, so there was a large quantity of flesh exposed as they strolled around. My wife was carrying the bottle of Port, with three glasses, Mary Jane appeared to be holding the large table lighter, so I assumed she had the cigar. I watched as they walked, well it looked like they were strutting on a cat walk, pretending to be models, I guess, any way they worked their bodies to the best of their abilities, keeping my attention fixed on their movements.

My wife placed the glasses on the table and poured a good serving of my favourite port into the three of them.