I didn't want to go. Hell, I never wanted to go to these things. My wife’s side of the family was like that. They loved to throw parties and have get-togethers. Birthday parties, graduations, weddings, all the regular shit. They did it every week.
Yeah, I’m probably exaggerating a bit. Not every week but at least once a month. It was always crowded and every retard in the family showed up. It wasn’t all bad, the ones I actually attended with her. There were a few hotties that would show up. One, in particular, Tena. She was my wife’s niece.
Tena was petite at just under five feet tall, and she was a fitness freak. I could describe it, but you should see her ass. It was truly a work of art. Perfect little peaches for breasts and a very pretty face. She was always smiling and just a little flirty. I had never seen her wearing anything other than those sexy yoga pants and her right little tank tops.
Anyway, this time it was a Christmas party. Yeah, food, gifts, and party games. And you know all the asshole in-laws would show. The worst part, they live in a freaking doublewide trailer. There is never anywhere to sit or stand. We usually get there early and I claim a seat, holding it until we leave. Yeah, everyone thinks that I’m a snob and that I think I'm better than them. Guess what, they are right, at least most of them.
“Hey, Uncle Terry,” Tena smiled, giving me a big hug. Her plum-colored tights accented and complimented her legs and ass.
“Hey girl,” I answered, enjoying her hug, which was always the best part of these things.
She lead us inside where we deposited our gifts and the food that we brought. After taking a Coke from the cooler, I went to the recliner to watch the television. They were watching American Ninja Warrior. It wasn't my favorite show, but Tena was planning to compete one day. She had the body and determination, of that there was no doubt.
Family, my wife’s family, started to arrive and things began to get crowded but so far everything was going smoothly. There was the occasional asshole that thought he was made of glass and stood directly in front of the television. You know the type, big ass gut, and his shirt is too small. Fucking jelly roll hanging over his belt and hair on his fucking ears. What? Nobody like that in your family?
The day went on, and on. Finally, some of the kids wanted to go outside. The younger kids played on the trampoline and the older ones walked down the road. We live in the country so it's pretty safe. The parents of the older kids sat on the back deck drinking coffee and talking about work.
We sat inside with the parents of the younger kids, the ones that weren't obsessed with their rugrats breaking their necks on the trampoline. Tena, being the party host of the century, came up with a game. The night before, she wrapped a bunch of gifts in different layers of cellophane kitchen wrap. Every so often there was a layer of duct tape holding the cellophane ball of gift cards or some various cheesy gift together.
Going clockwise, in a circle, each person had to tear into the duct tape ball, trying to get a gift out. Each gift was also Wrapped in gift wrap. The person who got the gift out also had to unwrap the gift before the next person in the circle rolled a double with a pair of dice. The dice were an app on someone’s cell phone.
“Who’s playing?” Tena called, “Come on Uncle Terry. You can roll the dice for me.”
I stood and walked to the small kitchen island, taking the barstool to her left. With everyone gathering around, it got a little crowded so Tena moved between my knees. To anyone else, this may have been no big deal, however, Tena had been very flirty with me in the past. I had worn my own yoga pants today, not like hers but just a little baggy. If I happened to become erect, especially since I never wore underwear, there would be no way I could conceal it.
When the first player took the duct tape ball, Tena held up her hand and said, “Wait. I forgot to tell you that you have to wear these,” producing a pair of oven mitts from under the island. everyone laughed as the first player tried to tear into the ball. It would be no small feat and would probably take the better part of the afternoon to get it open.
There were shouts, cheering the current player until the person with the phone yelled, “I got doubles.”
Sometimes, Tena leaned back against my crotch, her right ass pressing against my cock, her hands on my knees. I knew it would be a matter of time before I would horn out. Already I was fighting it by trying to keep my mind on the game. Finally, the oven mitts made it to Tena. I had to take the phone to roll the dice. Again she leaned against my crotch and looked back at me, Don't roll a double.”
I smiled and said, “Go.”
She went to work on the ball, tearing at it with her mittened hands. Her ass, pressed tightly against my crotch, moved back and forth with her efforts. There would be no fighting it now. My cock began to rise from its lifeless, flaccid state. Tena, whether knowingly or otherwise, had it standing at rigid attention faster than a Marine drill sergeant on the first day of a young recruit in boot camp.
Her tight young ass, so firm and sexy, created such sweet friction on my shaft. Glancing over her shoulder at my wife, I saw that she paid no attention to what her twenty-one-year-old niece was causing. “Doubles,” I yelled, showing her the screen of the phone.
“Oh, man,” she smiled, passing the ball to the next person, “That was fast.”
I passed the dice phone to the next guy, my cock pressed tightly to my body by Tena’s tight ass. If she had any idea I was so turned on, she gave no sign, although my cock was trapped between my thigh and her hip. I was hard and throbbing, ready to explode.
As the ball made its way around the island, Tena cheered each player, wiggling around between my thighs. Again she leaned against my crotch, this time she put her hands on my knees, pulling them tightly against her hips. My cock was pressing her hip tightly. I wanted to know whether or not she was purposely causing my erection so I put my hands on her hips and pulled her tightly against my crotch, flexing my groin muscles.
When my cock began to flex with my groin, Tena slid her hands back and forth on the outside of my thighs. That told me what I wanted to know. She slid her small hands all the way to my knees and then up the inside of my thighs, stopping just short of the head of my straining cock. She was teasing me now.
Her hands still dangerously close to my erection, I decided to do some teasing of my own. Sliding my hands around her hips to her front, I found her belly button, which I already knew was a ticklish spot for her. When I tickled her belly button with the fingers of my right hand, she naturally, bolted backward, tightly into my crotch. This motion allowed my left hand to slide down between her legs.
My hand rested on the mound of her pussy over the tight material of her yoga pants. Her hands were busy trying to get my fingers away from her belly button while her legs clamped together, squeezing my fingers tightly to her crotch. I could feel a damp heat through the material as she squirmed.
Finally, she grasped my wrist with her right hand, pulling my offending arm away from her belly. Her left hand fell back to my thigh, resting on the hard shaft of my cock as she laughed. “Uncle Terry, that ain't right,” she said, pressing the heel of her palm firmly down onto my thick shaft, “I’m going to get you for that.”
Sliding my fingers slowly over her pussy and away from her crotch, I laughed and said, “Do your damnedest, girl. I can take it.”
“We’ll see,” she said, still laughing, “I’ll have to find where you’re ticklish.”
“You're close already,” I said, flexing my groin again.
She actually wrapped her fingers over my shaft as my cock moved under her palm, then slid her hand down my thigh again. Rocking her hips, she pulled my knees tightly against her hips again. Everyone was so into the game that no one noticed the teasing that we shared. My wife was rolling the dice app on the other side of the island so there was no chance of her catching us.
The game went on as did the teasing under the table. Every now and then, I would try to ease my hand to her belly button. Not being as stealthy as I could, she would catch me and grab my wrist, pulling my hand away. Her ass pressed tightly to my crotch, mashing my cock to my leg, she would shift around constantly.
The ball came around to Tena again, the top layer of tape having been torn open and one of the prizes near the hole. Tena put the mitts on and I started to roll the dice. She stood up straight trying to get into the ball enough to get the prize. As she fumbled with it, the prize fell out onto the island top. Now she had to open it to keep it. That proved almost as difficult as the ball itself but she did manage to open it.
