Matt and I were always the big guys, sports-wise, at school. We were both real happy that we had great girlfriends and didn't have the stress of const...ntly chasing chicks like a lot of our other friends did. We were both getting laid on a regular basis and everything seemed hunky-dory. Megan's Dad worked 2 til 12:30 a.m. and her Mom worked until 6 at her own store downtown. So, we had the run of the house everyday for a couple hours after school. On days there was no school activity, sports or. My usual style in the RV was to be Gracious Host and all-purpose gofer, setting the table for our meals and preparing dinner for everyone. Preparing microwave dinners didn't exactly require the Iron Chef, but my efforts did take minor amounts of pressure off my two often-tense athletes.Nothing wrong with a little coddling at the end of a hard day.But I was sulking now. I made my own microwave dinner and went outside to eat it, seated some distance from our RV at an outdoor table thoughtfully. Why was she so scared of a silly cell phone, anyway?"I'm not answering until you tell me who you are," she informed it petulantly.Now she felt simply foolish, talking to a cell phone. It wasn't the cell phone that had her panicked, of course, but the situation. She feared being raped, sodomized and murdered by the owner. Was he in the closet, she wondered? She hadn't opened the closet door yet, so he could be. Under the bed, maybe? Extremely possible ... she never looked under the bed during. She had lately been starving for sex almost as much as I was, and now I fed her hunger yet again. She seemed to take special delight in knowing that it was her uncle who broke her dry spell, too."I quite agree, and perhaps we shall experience that ourselves someday," I deliberately provoked her to cum ... and quite loudly, too, knowing just which buttons to press now.That was the signal for me to unload my spunk inside Shelby, filling my niece's slippery hole with my jizz, as she came yet again.