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It was a lovely summer evening, and everyone on Dave Harper’s patio was half drunk. The warm night air was filled with the sound of music from the blaring stereo, the tinkle of glass and the shrill laughter of the guests. Dave, father of an eighteen-year-old son, was sitting at a table with Greg and Shirley Morton, who lived next door.
His lovely wife, Susan, was mingling with the guests. While he was making small talk with Greg and Shirley, Dave was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from his young niece’s shapely bare legs as she moved around the patio in her white tennis shorts. Barbie was a leggy young blonde who was spending the summer with them. Even though Barbie was his own sister’s daughter, the sight of her shapely young body never failed to excite him.
Later in the evening, when most of the guests were quite drunk, Dave noticed that his niece was no longer on the patio, but he paid little attention to it because Shirley Morton had captured all of his attention. Sitting next to him at the table, the beautiful thirty-year old redhead had been persistently rubbing her thigh against his for the last several minutes. Shirley, who was married to a man fifteen years her senior, was a notorious flirt, but this was the first time she’d ever been so bold with Dave.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.