"Some storm, huh?" She said to me as she walked up behind me.

"Yeah. Looks like power will be out for a while," I responded. I took in her cheap perfume and glazed eyes and realized that she been drinking for a while - the perfume was a failed attempt to mask the cheap gin she'd been consuming.

We chatted about nothing for some time, and then I decided it was time to head back inside since the rain was coming back.

"Hey, uhm, would you like to, uhm, come inside and maybe listen to the radio or something?" Dottie asked me uncertainly.

It was only ten at night so I agreed. We went inside her place, an exact replica of mine in layout, and she turned on her portable radio. It was set to a classic rock station and we listened to it and talked about music for a while. It was clear in the first few minutes of conversation that Dottie was no rocket scientist! In fact, she was so slow I was guessing she was either really drunk or stoned, or maybe both.

I excused myself to use the bathroom and as I often do, I checked out the cabinets. She had the usual paraphernalia that all women seem to have: douches, tampax, assorted hair sprays and combs. She also had a huge stash of condoms - every shape, size and type I could have imagined. So she fucks a lot, I thought to myself. There were also an assortment of gels and lotions - probably for the same purpose as the condoms, I guessed.

"Hey, you fall in?" Dottie called from outside the door. I'd been too long and probably aroused some suspicion.

"Be right out," I called back, washing my hands quickly.

She had a fresh beer waiting for me when I got back to the living room. She handed me a wine cooler and I opened it for her - her hands couldn't grip the tops tight enough to do that. She thanked me like I'd saved her from a burning building and I realized it was her attempt at flirting. I just smiled.

We talked for a while more, and then she excused herself so that she could change out of her work clothes. I took the opportunity to glance at a table full of pictures. One in particular caught my eye - two younger girls, 13 and 11 or so, I was guessing, in swimsuits smiling happily at the camera. The older one was wearing a bikini - high-cut on the hips, low cut on the breasts. She had lovely, budding breasts the belied her young age. The younger girl wore a one-piece that was covered in a floral print. She hadn't budded yet, her chest was flat and she had a slight paunch in her tummy.

"Whatcha looking at?" Dottie asked, coming up behind me. I could smell the cheap perfume, reapplied and I pulled away slightly. Glancing at her, I noticed that she'd changed into a loose- fitting T-shirt and high-cut cotton shorts. "Just these pictures. Relatives?" I asked, pointing to the two girls.

Dottie nodded, "Yep, they are my nieces. The older one is Lisa, the younger one is Emily. We call her Em for short."

"Pretty girls," I said, "Bet they make their Dad crazy."

Dottie hung her head and I wondered what I'd said.

"They don't have a Dad. He died in a fishing boat accident in Alaska a few years back," Dottie finally added.

"Was he your brother?" I asked. She shook her head and said, "No, my sister's husband."

"I'm sorry." I said, not knowing what else to say.

Then she brightened up, "But the girls are doing great. In fact, they will be visiting me here in about two weeks!" She said cheerfully.

"Really?" I said, trying to get through my beer-induced fog and figure out why that could be important.

We sat down on her couch again, her on one end, me on the other. She raised her right leg and put the foot on the couch, then crossed her left leg underneath the other. Sort of a modified lotus position. As I reached down for my beer, I realized, by peeking at the blousy openings of her shorts, that she wasn't wearing underwear. In fact, the view was so clear, I could also see that she shaved her muff clean - not a hair to be found on that pussy.

She was staring at me and I knew she wanted me to comment. There's something about some woman and their bedroom eyes - you just know what they are thinking. I had to admit that I had a pretty good erection, particularly when I noticed that her nipples were hard, round and poking into her T-shirt. But I had to play it straight - in fact, I knew that I just had to play it out. This was going to lead to something, but it wasn't a quick-fuck with Dottie. No, my sights were set on the girls.

"So," I asked, "are your nieces wild girls or good girls?"....(cont)