Naughty Niece Part 2

[Narada]

Blah, blah, blah, reposting cos the original version was deleted, yadda, yadda, yadda.

UK terms:

trots Diarrhea

snog Kiss

wank The act of masturbation, usually applied to males.

sodding A swear used in a similar way to 'fucking.'

pensioner Someone who has reached retirement age and is drawing a pension. Also referred to as OAP's (Old Age Pensioners)

slag A woman of loose morals: a slut.

dozy Dim witted; an idiot.

todger The penis.

Story contains incest (uncle/niece), panty pooping/pissing, and strong sexual content. All characters engaging in sexual activity are of legal, consensual age (at least 18 or whatever the age of consent is near you).

Part 1
http://www.wetset.net/forums/showthread.php?t=1098

Naughty Niece Part 2

By

Sri Narada Jagganath, Esq.


"BUGGER!" I snarled as I leapt to my feet and pulled up my trousers. I rushed to the sink and cleaned myself as best I could with dish soap and paper towels. Dacey got dressed in a flash and fled the kitchen, leaving me to clean the mess she'd made. Just as I was starting to mop up the puddle of piss my niece had left behind, Janisette burst into the room.

"Was that one of your whores I saw running past the closet while I was hanging up my coat?" Janisette asked playfully before kissing my cheek. The "whores" she referred to were adolescent girls who were fans of my Nocturnal Magic series of books--kind of an R-rated smash up of Twilight and Harry Potter. One or two of the teens were always lurking about, trying to catch glimpses of me or taking my picture. One of the girls even made it inside while I was out and was waiting for me in her bra and pants when I got home! I merely gave the buxom, redheaded girl a signed copy of one of my books and sent her on her way. Janisette always accused me of shagging my female fans, but my dalliance with Dacey was the first time I'd been unfaithful to my wife.

"That was Dacey, honey-bun." My heart started pounding like mad when I mentioned the name of my new lover.

"Why in hell is she here at this time of morning?" Janisette asked, eyeing me suspisciously.

"My sister kicked her out," I softly replied.

Janisette ran a hand through her curly black hair before she spoke again. "Reginald Aloysius Winters! You told that girl she could stay with us?"

"What was I supposed to do?" I inquired testily. "I wasn't about to turn my own flesh and blood out into the street!"

"Christ, Reginald! We just got Dilly out of the house; do you seriously want another moody, hormonal teenage girl staying with us?" Before I could reply, a look of disgust came over Janisette's face. "What on earth is that horrid stench? It smells like a sewer main exploded in here!"

"Oh...that. Dacey had a bit of an accident," I lied.

"An accident? A girl her age?" Janisette scoffed. "I suppose next you'll tell me that she still wets the bed!"

"O-of course not!" I stammered as I remembered Dacey pissing the bed during our drunken sexual encounter the previous night."She has a very sensitive stomach, you see--gets the trots quite easily."

"So she shits herself a lot--is that what you're trying to tell me?" Janisette folded her arms and leaned against the countertop. "Look, Reg, I know you love that girl like a daughter, but I don't think..."

Dacey re-entered the kitchen at that moment, now fully dressed. She was wearing a red blazer with a golden shield(engraved with the words 'Sommerset Academy') pinned above her right breast, a white blouse, a black necktie, pleated blue mini-skirt, white knee-high stockings, and black patent leather shoes--her school uni. "Auntie Jan!" Dacey shrieked and raced into my wife's arms. She gave Janisette a quick peck on the cheek, and then, to my surprise, my niece gave her a full-on, proper kiss on the lips! All the colour drained from my face even as my manhood stirred to life again.

"Dacey--!" Janisette exclaimed when the girl pulled away from her. A band of crimson spread across my wife's copper coloured cheeks.

"Sorry, Auntie Janisette!" The girl replied in a subdued tone, although she still had the queen mother of all smiles plastered across her face. "I couldn't help it--I'm just so glad to see you!"

"I'll just bet you are," Janisette incredulously replied. She shot me a dirty look and growled, "We'll discuss this later, Reginald!" She stormed out of the kitchen, bumping into Dacey as she did so.

"Fuckin' cunt--!" Dacey muttered under her breath.

"What the hell was that about?" I asked as Dacey picked over the remnants of my breakfast.

"I overheard the tail end of your conversation," Dacey replied. "I figured snogging that bitch would put her off kicking me out--I think she's a bit of a lezzer! Besides, I'm absolutely mad for black chicks--just ask your daughter!"

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"What do you think I mean, Reggie-Weggie?" The blonde seductively asked whilst sucking her fingers.

"You don't mean to say that you and Dilly--?"

"I'm gonna be late for school--give us a lift?" Dacey asked through a mouthfull of eggy bread.

"Anything for you, luv." I gave her a peck on the tip of her nose.

"Aww--! You're so sweet to me!" Dacey wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss.

"Dace--not here!" I cautioned. "Janisette--!"

"Ok, Ok!" She sighed. "I'll be waiting for you in the car!" She gave me another kiss and bounded out of the kitchen, merrily breaking wind as she went.

"Christ alive!" I moaned as I pondered just what I'd got myself into.

We left straightaway as I was eager to avoid the inevitable row with my wife. When we'd settled into my car, Dacey suddenly looked at me in alarm. "What is it, dear?" I asked.

"I do hope you haven't made a baby in me, Uncle Reg!" She replied.

I stared at her in utter terror, my blood turning to ice in my veins. For the life of me, I couldn't make one syllable escape my lips.

The troubled look on Dacey's face faded just as quickly as it had arrived and she started laughing hysterically, her blonde curls trembling as she did so. "Oh, Reginald...you're so thick! I'm on the pill!"

"You-you--!" I rasped as my heart got going again. I playfully slapped her cheek, let out a massive sigh of relief, and started the car.

Once we were well on our way, Dacey produced a cigarette from her coat pockets and lit up. "You won't tell auntie that I smoke, will you?" She puckered her lips and blew a cloud of cherry flavoured smoke in my face.

"Of course not!" I smiled. "You'll find that I'm well good at keeping secrets."

As the ride progressed, several secrets tumbled out of Dacey's lips, along with thick puffs of smoke. She admitted that she'd been infatuated with me for quite some time, a confession that made her cheeks go red. She had always been overly affectionate with me, but I never thought much of it. "You were the first man I ever really loved," she whispered, unable to meet my gaze. "I only fucked Daddy cos he looks like you." Albert, Dacey's father, did vaguely resemble me; we were quite often mistaken for brothers. Dacey reached out and caressed my thigh, looking down at the floor as her hand traveled upwards. "It all started innocently enough," Dacey went on, her hand quickly coming to rest on my rapidly hardening cock. "A kiss and cuddle here, a smacked bottom there...before long, we were fucking like rabbits. Unfortunately, Mum got home from work early yesterday and caught us goin' at it. Daddy was on top of me, so he didn't see Mum when she came into
my room. I guess I was making so much noise that she came to see what was wrong with me!" The girl giggled as she unzipped my trousers and freed my throbbing member.

"Mum didn't say a word: she just stood there and watched!" Dacey went on, slowly running her index finger up and down my shaft. "I kept beckoning to her and tryin' to get her to join us, but she wouldn't move. After Daddy pulled out and came all over my tummy, Mum stormed out and slammed my door behind her. Daddy grabbed his clothes and ran after her starkers! By the time I got downstairs, the two of 'em were sat on the living room sofa watching Coronation Street and actin' like nothin' had happened...just like they did whenever I mess myself. I sat inbetween them and...I'm sure Mum told you the rest."

"She did, except for one thing," I replied. "What on earth did you say to Marlyse that made her slap you?"

"Oh," Dacey blushed slightly before she continued. "I told her that Daddy said I was a much better fuck than she was!"

"You didn't--!"

"I did indeed!" Dacey replied, gripping my todger firmly and giving me a proper wank.

"Dace--!" I hissed, still sore from the girl's previous mistreatment of my manhood.

"Bet I can make you cum before we get to school!" Dacey purred as she vigourously worked my member.

"Oi!" I shrieked. "Don't be so rough! Are you trying to tear the sodding thing clean off?"

"Alright, alright! My fuckin' hand was gettin' tired anyways!" Dacey took the cigarette out of her mouth, tossed it out the passenger side window, and wrapped her lips around my cock.

"Holy Christ!" I gasped, desperately trying to keep the car on the road as she gave me the blowjob of a lifetime! After a few bliss-filled minutes, I slowly became aware that that the car was rapidly being filled with a noxious aroma. I knew at once that Dacey was befouling herself again! I reached over and pulled back her skirt--the seat of Dacey's knickers (which were white with red polka-dots) was swelling outwards as a putrid column of poo emerged from her bum-hole. I stroked her bottom through her messed knickers, spreading the mushy poo up and down the length of her arse crack.

"Mmm--!" The girl moaned softly as she took the entire length of my manhood inside her mouth.

"Oh god...oh god--! Dacey...I'm going to..." I grunted as my tallywhacker coated the back of Dacey's throat with several spurts of cum. As I struggled to catch my breath, Dacey sat up and fixed her hair. She turned to me, parting her lips and showing me the sticky, opalescent goo that I'd deposited in her mouth; she then swallowed the lot in one go.

"Good to the last drop," she smiled.

"Thanks, I guess..." I replied sheepishly. As I put away my member and zipped up my fly, I silently wondered how many cocks Dacey had sucked; one does not get to be that good at oral sex without tons of practice.

"Shit--I'm SO fuckin' wet!"Dacey said as she thrusted a hand betwixt her legs and stroked herself. When she withdrew her hand and shoved it in my face, her fingers we're drenched with her slimy vaginal secretions. "I must be the only girl in creation who gets a wet pussy from sucking dick!"

I instantly took her tiny fingers into my mouth and sucked the delectable fluids off of them. I was quickly becoming aroused again; unfortunately, we'd arrived at our destination by then.

"Fuck! Guess I'll just have to get myself off in the toilets." Dacey sighed before holding out her hand expectantly. When she saw what must have been a look of puzzlement on my face, she purred, "I won the bet, remember?"

"I didn't actually accept your wager!" I chuckled.

"Well, you'd best pay me anyway!" Dacey grinned. "Otherwise, I'll be forced to go inside wearing my filthy knickers!"

"You wouldn't--!"

"Try me."

I sighed and dug my wallet out of my pocket. I shouldn't have been surprised: my sister had warned me about Dacey's extortion racket (threatening to wear her dirty panties in public unless she got paid). Before I could get out any money, Dacey snatched the wallet from me and took out a wad of bills.

"This'll do nicely!" She cooed as she shoved the cash into her handbag. Before I could protest, Dacey put her shapely legs on the dashboard and pulled off her messy panties. "Here--dispose of these for me," she said as she flung them at me.

I hazarded a quick look at the smelly, golden brown mush caked on the seat of Dacey's knickers before chucking them out the driver side window and into a nearby rubbish bin. "Why on earth do you soil yourself like that?" I asked.

"That's down to your daughter!" Dacey replied as she pulled a wad of wet wipes out of her handbag and cleaned herself with them. "Remember when cousin Deely and I used to come over to yours for slumber parties? Dilly came up with a game for us to play: the three of us would drink tons of water and take a laxative. The one who held out the longest without making a mess in their knickers won! Dilly almost always won, but we all usually wound up with poo in our pants. As we got older, the game got dirtier and dirtier. Eventually, it stopped being a game and became something we did for fun. Now, a day doesn't go by without me messing myself." With a smile, Dacey rolled down her window and tossed out the shit covered wet wipes.

"Oi! Watch where you're throwin' that shit!" The voice belonged to a cute young girl with long, strawberry blonde hair. She wore round glasses, a purple trenchcoat, and white boots with platform heels.

"Hiya, Karly!" Dacey beamed as she took her legs off the dashboard and adjusted her skirt.

Karly peered into the car, squinting her blue-green eyes and giving me the once over. "Who's this, then?" She sneered, her freckle dotted face distorted into a scowl.

"He's me boyfriend!" As she spoke, Dacey put an arm around my neck and kissed my cheek.

"Dace--!" I gasped.

"Holy shit...you're shaggin' ANOTHER pensioner?" Karly sighed.

"Young lady, I'll have you know that I'm not that old!" I protested.

"Whatever, cradle robber." Karly hissed as she opened the passenger side door and caught hold of Dacey's arm."Right, out you come--you can play slap 'n' tickle with grandad later."

"He's my uncle, actually!" Dacey smilingly clarified.

"Of course he is," Karly deadpanned, not the least bit surprised by Dacey's admission. "Come on! We're gonna be late!"

Dacey resisted the redhead's pull long enough to give me a peck on the lips. "See you at home, sweetums!" She cooed. As the two girls trudged across the snow covered promenade that led to the school, Dacey lifted her skirt and flashed me her ample bottom, reminding me that she wasn't wearing knickers! At once, Karly slapped Dacey on the bum, prompting her to drop her skirt. Following that, the two girls ran inside the building hand-in-hand.

[Narada]

Naughty Niece Part 2 (conclusion)

"Yep, Karly's my girlfriend!" Dacey said when she got home from school. "Well, she's one of my girlfriends..."

I looked up from my computer--I was in my study working on my Lady Bloodbayne novel--and shook my head in disbelief. "You're something else, do you know that?"

"What?" Dacey grinned as she tossled my salt-and-pepper coloured hair. "Didn't Mum tell you that I' a bit of a slag? One woman--one man--isn't enough for me!"

"Dace, don't call yourself--"

"D'you wanna fuck her?"

"Who, your mother?" I asked, absolutely horrified by the idea.

"What? no, not that dozy cow!" Dacey laughed."I'm talkin' about Karly, you silly man!"

"W-what?" I stammered.

"You heard me." Dacey replied. "She'll fuck you if I tell her to--she does everything I say."

"Why would you even want me to--?"

"I like watching her get fucked," Dacey whispered seductively in my ear. "I got her to shag Bucyrus in the backseat of his taxicab just last week."

"Dace..."

Dacey reached into my lap and grabbed my rapidly hardening cock. "Say you wanna fuck Karly." When I was slow to answer, she squeezed my member as hard as she could!

"Ow!" I hissed.

"Tell me you want to fuck Karly!" Dacey mewed as her grip on my poor todger tightened. "TELL ME--!"

"Alright, alright! I want to fuck Karly!" I shouted.

"Good boy!" Dacey said as she released my manhood.

"Christ alive!" I muttered. I was beginning to realise that Dacey enjoyed inflicting pain on my genital region--so far, my bollocks had been spared mistreatment, but I knew it was only a matter of time until they came under fire as well.

"I'll have Karly pop round later on in the week." Dacey draped her arms over my shoulders and kissed the back of my neck. "What ya writin,' sweet-ums?"

"A story about a woman warrior named Lady Bloodbayne." Before I finished speaking, Dacey stepped around the chair I was sat in and stood in front of my computer, scooting my chair backwards a bit with her bum. She then lowered herself onto my lap, raising her skirt as she did so, reminding me that she wasn't wearing knickers.She rubbed her ample bottom against my rigid member as she peered at the screen and read what I'd written out loud.

Lady Bloodbayne and her all female army marched on the fortress of Baron Moloch, one of the emperor's generals. Moloch's soldiers didn't believe that an army made primarily of housewives and girls barely out of their teens would be much of a challenge to them, but they were swiftly proven wrong when half their number was slaughtered minutes into the battle.

"Where are my Shadow Priests?" Baron Moloch bellowed.

At once, a group of bald, deathly pale men dressed in black robes appeared on the battlefield; these were the Shadow Priests, a cabal of sorcerors blindly devoted to the emperor. The air crackled with eldritch energy as they unleashed their powers on the cadre of women. The initial assault reduced their clothing and body armour to cinders, leaving the women wearing naught but loincloths. Some of them were greatly distressed by this and tried to cover their exposed breasts, but most of the feminine army pressed on,hacking and slashing their way through the remnants of the Baron's soldiers. Undaunted, the Shadow Priests started gesticulating wildly and mouthed words as they prepared another spell. When they were done, the women doubled over in pain as they violently soiled themselves! As if that weren't bad enough, geysers of urine poured from them, drenching their messed loincloths and turning the rocky soil surrounding the baron's fortress into mud.

Dacey stopped reading, raised her shapely arse off my lap, and unleashed a scalding hot torrent of piss all over me, soaking my slate gray trousers clean through! As her urine trickled to a stop, she grunted and passed gas noisily. I watched in awe as a corn shaped blob of poo slowly made its way out of her bumhole and landed on my crotch! She thenslammed her arse into my cock as hard as she could, turning her freshly laid lump of poo into mush. I reached under her blouse and cupped her ample bust as she ground her bum against my todger and spread her malodorous shit all over the front of my trousers.

"Dacey...My dear, sweet Dacey--!" I muttered before moving aside her golden curls and pressing my lips against the nape of her neck.

"I love this story, Uncle Reg!" Dacey rasped before she started reading aloud once again:

For a moment, that seemed to last a lifetime, the women froze as the enemy made fun of their befouled loincloths and oogled their bare breasts. The female army briefly considering turning tail and fleeing the battlefield when, in the span of a heartbeat, all hesitation vanished and they renewed their attack. The reason for this was the sight of their war-chief, Lady Bloodbayne, in action. The statuesque, raven-haired beauty strode nonchalantly across the battlefield, dispatching scores of soldiers with her blood-red sword Ketsueki, a weapon mystically forged from the blood of her first menstruation by her mother, the deposed Queen Jessané.

The Shadow Priests surrounded her, blasting her with their mystical energies; unfortunately for them, Lady Bloodbayne's sword nullified their attack. In less time than it takes to tell, she beheaded the lot of them. At that, the remainder of the baron's troops cast aside their weapons, fell to their knees, and begged for their lives. They knew the rebel leader's mercy was legendary, and she would either conscript them into her army or make them sex slaves for herself and her women, the latter fate being the one the majority of the men hoped for.

"COWARDS!" Baron Moloch roared as he fought on, his double bladed battle axe sending quite a few of the women to their final reward. Finally, he was overwhelmed by their numbers and disarmed.

"Hold him!" Lady Bloodbayne commanded.

Immediately, two women grabbed the baron's arms and held them behind his back. When their leader approached, they kicked the back of his legs and forced him to the ground.

"On your knees, dog!" One of the women snarled. "This is a queen's daughter."

"You have no authority that I choose to recognise," Moloch spat.

"Foolish little man." A grim smile came to Lady Bloodbayne's lips. "I see that you're disappointed that I'm not naked--my sword negated the magic that stripped my girls. However, since you are about to die, I shall allow you to look upon my charms." In an instant, she cast off her cloak, armour, and clothing. "You sought to humilate us, to put us in our place. You failed miserably. Here we stand, naked and unashamed, while you are down in the muck and mire. Your fortress is mine. The remainder of your troops are mine. Your life is mine."

"Go on then, daughter of a thousand devils! Strike! End my life!" Baron Moloch raved. "You've won a few minor skirmishes, but you'll not win the war! The Emperor has more power in his cock than you have in your entire misbegotten body--you'll be reduced to dust the second you enter his presense! All hail The Emperor! All hail--!"

Lady Bloodbayne raised her crimson sword and--

Dacey stopped reading again at that point, as she was no longer able to concentrate on my story. As she'd been reading, I took out my cock and shoved it in her pussy. She carried on reading for a bit, but she finally gave it up and started bouncing up and down on my member, her head resting on the keyboard. "Oh yeah...give it to me! Fuck me, Daddy--FUCK ME!" She moaned.

I wanted to tell her not to call me that, but her warm, wet minge felt so good that I was incapable of speech; all I managed to get out was a guttural rumbling that sounded rather like 'Ooorgh!' Before long, her frenzied pelvic thrusts took me to the edge and I blasted the back wall of her cunny with my spunk.

"You fuckin' suck, Uncle Reg!" Dacey sighed. "I wanted you to put it up my bum before you came!"Suddenly, she looked over her shoulder and gave me a look that was full of astonishment and amusement all at once. "Holy shit--you're still hard!" She grinned. She was right; my member, which was still buried up to the hilt in her tight little fanny, was still erect.

"Holy hell." I muttered.

Dacey squealed as she pulled herself off my erection and sprung to her feet; she quickly caught hold of my hand and wrenched me from my seat as well. She then ripped my shirt open, sending buttons flying round the room. "Get those clothes off, mister!" She ordered. She didn't strip off her school uni; she probably assumed, and rightly so, that I was well into the whole 'naughty schoolgirl' thing. When I was fully undressed, I pushed her against a wall and snogged her for all she was worth. When our lips parted, we were both breathless.

"You're such a great kisser!" Dacey cooed with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.

"Thanks, luv." I beamed. I then spun her round and pressed her against a nearby wall.

"Oh yeah, baby!" Dacey panted. "I like it rough!"

"You're a dirty little whore, aren't you?" I playfully whispered in her ear.

"I'm YOUR whore," she replied as she rubbed her bottom against my rigid member. "Gimmie it, Daddy!"

"Beg for it."

"Please please PLEASE fuck my arsehole, Reggie-baby!!" She pleaded.

I lifted the back of her skirt, parted her fleshy bum cheeks, and pressed my dickhead against her pink anal ring. Before I could go any further, Dacey produced a tube of KY Jelly from her blazer and squeezed some of it onto my cock. I briefly wondered why she'd need a sexual lubricant at college before I put it out of my mind and penetrated her bumhole. I tried working my dick in slowly so as not to hurt her, but she was having none of it.

"Come on, Uncle Reg--put it to me already! No need to be gentle...I can take it!" I gave it to her full force then, pulling her silky blonde hair as I violently claimed her tight little bumhole. "Oh yeah...fuck that ass, Daddy! You love rodgering your sweet little girl's bottom, don't you?"

"Oh yeah...I flippin' love it!" I growled. After a few minutes of vigourous arse pounding, I slowly became aware that poo was seeping out of Dacey's bum! It was a bit wet, but it wasn't diarrhoea--it was oily and thick, and it stank to high heaven! That turned me on even more, and I started pounding her even harder than before.

"Ohhh...yes, Daddy...YES! L-let me know when you're about to cum," Dacey moaned, although I could barely hear her over the wet, squishing sounds her pussy made as she pleasured herself. I replaced her hand with mine and was immediately rewarded with a wet and sticky burst of her vaginal fluids. She quickly put my cum drenched hand to her lips and licked it clean. "Mmmm...I love the taste of my pussy!" She sighed before putting my hand betwixt her legs again. I brought her to orgasm several times in rapid succession, whereupon she slid down the wall and dropped to her hands and knees. My cock slid out of her bum; it was coated in her poo. "Put it back in, Reggie-baby!" She helpfully parted her arse cheeks for me, breaking wind and expelling more goopy poo as she did so. I mounted her, gripped her breasts, and forcefully plunged my rigid dick inside her. "Oh, God! Ohhh...shit!" She squealed. "Fuckmefuckme FUCK ME! Yes...like that, just like that! Ohhh...tell me you love me, Daddy!"

Although I was initially annoyed by it, I was seriously beginning to get turned on by Dacey calling me 'Daddy.' "I love you," I grunted.

"TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!"

"I love you, Dace!" I repeated.

"More than that horrid wife of yours?"

"So much more!" I felt Dacey's body shudder beneath me as she had yet another orgasm, her arsehole contracting wildly as she did so. Naturally, this quickly brought on my own climax. "Dace--I'm going to cum!" I announced.

"Cum in my face, Daddy!" Dacey mewed. I slowly pulled out of her bum, releasing a noxious burst of 'ass gas' and another thick gusher of poo as I did so. I barely managed to get my shit covered dick to Dacey's lips before it exploded all over her! She caught hold of my cock and wanked me as spurt after spurt of cum blasted her. By the time I was totally spent, her hair, face, and the top of her uni were covered in my jizz. "Holy fuck--that was the biggest dickload I've ever seen!" Dacey gasped in amazement. I was pretty amazed myself--I had never produced a cumload that large even when I was in my prime! She took my poo covered cock betwixt her lips and sucked it dry, her eyes twinkling merrily as she did so.

"That feels real fuckin' good, Dace!" I whispered breathlessly.

"Holy shit!" Dacey gasped when she'd pulled my dick from her
mouth. "You're STILL hard, Reg!"

"What the fuck?" I gaped at my rock hard cock; nothing like that had ever
happened to me before!

Dacey gave me a mischievous grin and started wanking me again. "Looks like you're up for another go--I know I am!"

"Dace, please!" I replied, gently pulling my member out of her grasp. "For
fuck's sake, let me take a break! I'm not a young man anymore, you know! Besides, your aunt will be home soon--we'd best get ourselves cleaned up."

"Right. I'll draw us a bath!" Dacey beamed.

"Dace--!"

"Relax, I'm just havin' a laugh--old man!" She then slapped my bottom and
raced from the room.

I gathered up my soiled clothes, chucked them in the wash, and went to
take a shower. Seconds after I stepped under the warm stream of water, the shower curtain was suddenly pulled aside: naturally, it was Dacey. "Dace, what on earth are you--?" I growled.

"Still hard, I see." Dacey chuckled.

"Dacinda Joy Carrington..." I hissed.

"Aunt Janisette just called. She left you a message: wanna hear it?" Not
waiting for an answer, she went on: "Auntie's gonna be stuck at the office for a few more hours."

"You're joking!" I said as a massive grin broke out on my face.

"No, I am not." Dacey smilingly replied as she removed her blazer and necktie. "You know what this means, right?" She flashed me a naughty grin before opening her blouse and exposing her ample bosom. "Time for Round Three!"

To Be Continued