“What the heck is wrong with you? That hurt. Here I was enjoying making out with you, and you go to do that,” she exclaimed.“Why? Because now yo...’re mad instead of ready to see if there is any factual basis for the saying about screwing someone’s brains out. Sure, we could be rutting like wild hogs, but as soon as you cool down and get to think it over, you will hate yourself,” I told her as I kissed her on the head before going to get more to eat. “You need to get something to eat too. I heard. She quicklyreplaced the pack and lighter in her purse then closed the clasp witha click. She took a puff then set the cigarette in the ashtray. Iwatched as the smoke curled up lazily from the lit end and noticedthe gloss red lipstick at the filtered end. "I...I guess I better getthe table set" I said as I started moving away.But Madge gently took my wrist and pulled me in front of her. "Nowthat's no way to greet your favorite aunt. Aren't you going to atleast say hello?" She cooed as she toyed. We were pretty pent up and eager to be together even before we got driving, so the prospect of spending the next 4 hours focused on driving to our destination was frustrating to say the least.We spent a good 20 minutes debating exactly how to handle the excessive sexual tension that was already building up on the way to Santa Cruz. He thought we should just suck it up and drive as fast as we could to get to the hotel so we could give our undivided attention to each other then. I argued that we. For some reason, Diana confided in me, and was not afraid to tell me about her sexual exploits. She apparently lost her virginity to some Italian guy, and had given blowjobs to a few guys. I thought it was funny that my wife's niece was just the opposite of her; my wife would die if she heard half of Diana's stories. Diana was a tall and lanky girl at 18, with long legs and small, pert breasts. I had been married only 6 years to my wife, but the thought of fucking my young niece was a huge.