My niece knew she was getting a nice body and thought that gave her permission to act like a bitch. How wrong she was.I grew tired of her attitude eve... though she still teased me. At times she acted as though she didn't really know me, even though we first met when she was just two when I married her mothers sister. We used to be close, but now, not so much. But our relationship soon changed.I had to go to my in-laws house one afternoon to pickup some items. I had the key and they knew I was. ”I asked, “Can I feel your hymen then?”Emily said, “I’d let you if I had one. I used a big carrot to break it myself. Donna said that the first time that I had sex would feel much better if the guy didn’t break it on his way in.”I asked, “Did you by any chance tell Charlie about that?”Emily said, “Yes. That lousy son of a bitch, I’ll kill him.”We talked about the difference between boys and girls and sex. What we decided was that boys would lie about doing it with a girl a hundred times more. H took his tongue and curled it around my clit, the one area that he didn’t touch before. His tongue flickered faster than a snake on my swollen hot spot. Not even five seconds later, I was screaming, my juices running out of me like a faucet, his mouth wide open, catching every single drop. I lay back, chest heaving, head completely spinning out of control, afraid if I tried to set up, that I would fall out of the bed. He stood up still smiling that toothy grin, but now he was getting. I order one more drink, figuring it will be my last one as I’ve almost run out of cigarettes. Maybe I’m numb from the alcohol, but I can’t really tell, I was numb to start with. Several men try to hit on me, but I ignore them and they finally leave me alone. I crush out my last cigarette, swallow the rest of my drink and leave. I walk back to my room, strip and again collapse on the bed. Day 3 I wake the next day with a slight hangover, but go through the same routine as the day before. I cross.