One particularly drunk guy stumbles out and nearly falls on top of me.“Hey, darlin’. You wan-” he begins.“Nope, waiting for a friend.”He stu...bles off for a bit before passing out on the nature strip; his friends come by a bit later and pick him up. Just as they begin to carry him off, Gabe pulls up. He doesn’t greet me, so I climb in the car without a word.We sit in silence for about five minutes before I turn to him, asking. “Are you mad at me, Gabe?”“No, I’m not mad, just annoyed.”“Annoyed. "Everything ok in there?" he said to the closed door. "Are you decent?" Hold on..." He heard her shuffling around a bit, then heard her bedsprings bounce a couple of times. "Ok, you can come in."He opened the door to see his sister in a nightshirt, laying face down on her bed. The shirt exposed her firm legs from beneath them, her rounded bum forming a delicious hill from underneath. He had seen her like this many times, but the difference was in her eyes as she gazed at him. It was something. “So good,” he said, chomping on the steak. He was slathering his potato with butter. Those days were gone for me. He saw it, took a big cut and plopped it on mine. “Come on, Unc – live a little.”“Trying to keep the weight off,” I said, smiling.“Fuck the weight. Thick is good am-I-right?” he said, showing his swole. I spit out my potato.“I mean – fuck – you already don’ drink – may as well have some butter.”I couldn’t stop laughing.Night fell. I turned off the lights and a candle I had lit. When returning from makingthe call I found he had purchased another drink for me. By this time,I was getting quite horny again for cock. He had moved closer to meand was rubbing my nylon clad leg which was very exposed with the highleg slit in the dress. This was also exciting me and getting mehornier. I found myself edging closer and closer towards him. As Iwas finishing my drink, he took the glass and set it on the table.Taking my hand in his he placed in on his crotch "would you.