She had never lived on her own before and had never really even thought about it. All of her dreams growing up more or less had her living in a castle... but being the practical person she was, she realized she didn’t want or need anything that large.Mark thought, “Cricket, can you access Beth’s memories and dreams? Can you see what her ideal castle would look like?”Cricket said, “I can only do that if she goes into a medibed.”“Hmm, well, it was a thought! Oh well, don’t worry about it, she’ll. The lights of the corridor were switched off, whereas the light in her bed room was peeping through the slightly opened door.To give her surprise with her favorite pizza, I quietly moved forward and peeped in the bed room. I was shocked and bewildered to what I saw in the bed room. My innocent looking niece was stark naked and lying on her back with her legs wide open. She was kneading and cuddling her stiff breasts with pointed and strenuously erected tits and collie was licking her wet pussy.. We are "the good girls" so they trust us with it, about which I feel a little guilty, especially since we started trying small amounts of the ample store of alcohol stored in their basement wet bar. We are always careful to do it early enough where we won't have to talk to anyone while we are buzzed. No one suspects because we aren't even old enough to drive, let alone drink.Today, we were changing in and out of costumes when I needed her to help me get out of a dress because I was so buzzed.. I couldn’t talk, but I gave her a thumbs-up, still panting and giving shallow breaths. I was gasping and heaving, unable to restrain myself from bucking around on the wooden planks beneath me.“Holy fucking Jesus,” I exclaimed as I thumped my head down on the floor and remained in a prone position.“Wow,” Rebecca said, amazed at the sight before her.“Now that was a spanking,” I said, finally able to sit up with a smile that went ear to ear.“Your turn, Becky,” Aunt Chelsea beamed, patting her.