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I couldn't help it.I know she's my niece, but she's 19 now, a fully, VERY VERY FULLY matured young lady.And I'm only human.It just sorta happened.Okay, the deal was my niece, Janie, had been living on caffeine and No Doz for two weeks, finishing up her freshman year of college. When I picked her up, taking her to the family cabin for a week's vacation with the rest of the crew, she took a couple of sleeping pills and was soon out of it, off in LaLa land. I don't think a nuclear explosion would have woken her.So far, so good, right?We got on that final, rugged dirt road, and with each little bump her young, well-developed body bounces around – I mean, that tank-top and those short-shorts showed off enough, anyway, but when she jostles around --- ohhhhhh, I'm ashamed to say I was drooling at that point, and my shorts – let's just say they were feeling really, really tight with that big bulge growing there.When we hit that last bump, she fell over with her face on my crotch and…well…you can guess what happened next.Then again, maybe you can't, because once we started, I did things to my niece I've never done before……

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Nailing My Napping Niece

Nailing My Napping Niece

© 2017 by Deborah Cockram

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Everyone in this story is 18 or older.

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Nailing My Napping Niece

By Deborah Cockram

The jeep jostled along the dirt roadway, my headlights cutting into the dark, illuminating nothing but a weedy lane as far as I could see, trees and brush grown up on either side, cutting off even the moonlight.

I glanced at Janie, my niece. She's 19, just finished up her freshman year of college. That's why we're all headed to the family cabin at the lake, to celebrate. Well, that, and we head up that way every year on Memorial Day weekend, so we're killing two birds with one stone this year.

My sister, Sarah, and her hubby—Janie's parents – will be coming up sometime over night, but since I was near Janie's university, I volunteered to pick her up.

Wow, Janie's grown up a lot. I hit another bump, and she bounces around in the seat, like a rag doll, her more-than-ample breasts bouncing inside her tiny little tank top. Despite the rough road, Janie's still out – she's been running on No Doz, AMP energy drinks and every other kind of legal stimulant she could put in her body over these past two weeks, cramming for exams. Today, when I picked her up she was worn out but still keyed up, so she took a couple of sleeping pills and she's been sleeping like the dead ever since.

I look at her – long blonde hair draped down over her shoulders, partially hiding her face; slender, smooth legs (she's wearing short-shorts covering almost nothing). and the tank-top that she wears is way-too-low-cut, showing off plenty of cleavage. She's leaning toward me, fast asleep, nearly falling out of the seat belt shoulder harness.

Just then we hit a big rut in the road and the steering wheel rips from my grip. I turn back facing forward, grabbing the wheel, twisting back hard to avoid crashing into the trees, overcorrecting and having to yank back the other way to keep from crashing on the other side of the dirt lane.

I twist the steering wheel back and forth a couple of more times to get us straightened when I feel it – Janie falls over into my lap, her face right at my crotch.