She doesn’t have big breasts (just perfect ones) but her nipples were very sensitive, and while my lips were enjoying the taste, my hand was migrati...g south. Actually, as I think about it, that was true literally as well as metaphorically ... Anyway, she pulled my head up, saying;“Never mind the fancy stuff, I want you in me, holding me and kissing me ... please.”When there’s only about three feet clearance between bed and the deckhead (read ‘ceiling’) the options for intercourse are limited. Everything that happened was an unexpected surprise. Here it is.I am on the track team and we had just finished a long and tiring meet in New York. By the time we were even half way home (DC), it was already pitch black. Everyone was either sleeping or listening to their iPods. I was sitting in the middle of the bus while others were s**ttered along the front of the bus. So I wake up from my slumber and I got to go. So I walk carefully to the bathroom, trying not to wake anyone up. I got. The tears against my skin gave an interesting sensation, and no matter how mad I was, the heat of her mouth on my neck and her hand massaging my dick through my shorts got me rock-hard almost right away. She felt me growing harder in her hand, and sensed and opportunity sliding the straps of her tanktop down, and revealing her flawless tits, that didn’t have do much as a tanline on them. Then she slid my hands up her body, leaving them to rest on her chest and instincively play with her. That’s part of my fantasy. Fucking my uncle is erotic, just fucking any old Steve is boring. Okay?”At that point, she could have called me Aunt Sally for all I cared. As long as I was able to have more of her. So I simply replied, “Uncle Steve it is!”I got up and padded to the kitchen to fetch two frosted bottles of beer. I handed one to Em, and she accepted it without question. She knew the rules had changed between us and for the remainder of her time here we would now be equals. We tapped.