Once Becca hit high school, she ignored me altogether. I don’t think we said a single word to each other for years. Once she graduated, she fled Sou...h Carolina without a trace. Other than the occasional letter or birthday card, Uncle Henry never saw his daughter again. But I stayed behind in her place. I had no interest in college or anywhere else. The Faire was all I needed. That and Uncle Henry, of course.I was 22 when Uncle Henry passed away from a stroke. I know- sad shit. But I was. I told her to just lay back for a few minutes and relax while put my oil away and gather up the two cushions, my cock was now hanging as I stood by the table looking at her with her eyes closed and taking deep breaths. “How do you feel?” I asked as I ran my fingers lightly over her body. “Absolutely wonderful” came the reply and a big smile appeared on her face.I handed her robe to her so she could get dressed and she watched me clear the table and put the rest of my stuff together and I could. She begins stroking the hardened tool and realizes that the stud wasn’t exaggerating its size. “It’s so fucking huge!” she exclaims happily, sliding her other hand down to caress the stud’s sperm bloated ball sack. She quickly drops to her knees and starts tantalizing the swollen, purple tip with her tongue, delighting in the taste of the oily precum already starting to seep from the slit. She takes the tip into her mouth, and then slowly, lovingly, begins working her way down the shaft. The. At least I was until a cuckolded husband caught me with his wife and shot both of us to death." You were a guy?" I questioned incredulously, while watching her ultra feminine gestures in response to my question."Yep, 'fraid so, little sis," wrinkling her nose and drawing in a breath, the lovely little succubus shrugged in dismissal of a past that couldn't be returned to under any stretch of the imagination. "But all these wonderfully femme gestures and mannerisms just kind of grow on you real.