The pressure of abjectpoverty had been removed from me. Everyone was now respectful andfriendly toward me. When I first came, I was the new guy. Anoth...r bodywas taking space and vying for position. Everything in life was acompetition, and I was not very big. I detested when the meager foodsupply I had somehow gone missing. Now, everyone was paying me handsomelyand providing for me.Philip had the solution. It was temporary and could easily be removed.But once I had them, he was sure I could stay. The four of us were actually having a good time playing card games, although I had to keep my lap hidden, since my cock was rock hard, throbbing and leaking pre-cum thinking about her. The phone rang and it was for her husband. Apparently his place of work was broken into and he had to report to the office to help determine what was stolen. He asked if I could drive them home, since he would likely be tied up for hours. Of course, I gladly offered to help out. My cock was also agreeing.My Niece. As soon as I was in my room alone and Mom was asleep, Gary would make a beeline in to see me. He would enter my room, unannounced and uninvited, with his shorts forming a tent in front in anticipation of the games he planned to play with his stepsister. I would also become aroused, wet with anticipation like Pavlov’s dog, each night waiting for my stepbrother to enter my room.In some weird and illogical way, waiting on Gary to come to me, rather than going to his room seemed to reduce my guilt. You mould your body to him. You put your arms around his shoulders and he puts his arms around your waist. You press your braless breasts against his chest and rub your mound on him. I watch you and I start getting aroused. After the dance you come back to me. I can see your engorged nipples and your face and chest are flushed. I tell you what a flirt you are. Instead of answering me you lean into me and rub your mound on my leg. I can feel your excitement. The next dance is a Rumba. Your hips.