Every Sunday night my Uncle has a poker party. Normally us women are not allowed downstairs because that’s where the men are. How old fashioned is that? This morning after church he asked me if I could come over and help my Aunt make food as the person who usually does it won’t be there. I said sure. Then he added, “Don’t wear those clothes that you usually wear, wear something decent.” WHAT?!?! I’ll wear what I want, I’m not some little girl for fuck sake. Yeah I’m young, but I’m not like in diapers or anything.
As soon as I walked in their door my Aunt made the sign of the cross and looked up to Heaven. She told me, “If your Uncle sees you in that, he will hit the roof!” Too bad. I don’t care. I am giving up my Sunday to help make food to feed old fat men, don’t tell me that I can’t dress how I want. The door opened up and his three buddies walked in. I smiled super sweetly and welcomed them. My Aunt kept trying to push me behind her. The guys were all smiles and trying to say hello to me, but Auntie rushed them downstairs.
We were making the food when we heard heavy footsteps on the basement steps, and they were going fast. My Uncle flew open the door, and started to yell at me. I just kept making potato salad and nodding my head. I promised him that I would change before I bought the food down. I crossed my heart. He calmed down and said thank you. Then he gave me a hug and told me I was too pretty to dress like this. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and he went back down stairs.
My Aunt told me that I could take the food down anytime that she had to go back to church because she had to play piano for the evening service. I pulled out some jeans and a regular sized shirt from my bag and told her as soon as I changed I would take the food down to them and then clean up and go home. She gave me a hug, and called me a good girl. After she left, I stuffed that crap back into my bag and took off my shorts and panties. I pulled up my shirt and tucked it around my bra so that you could see my sweet little tits clear as day.
I took the food down and all hell broke loose. My Uncle was so fucking mad, the guys just looked at me. One of them even grabbed my ass, I wiggled it for him. That’s when my Uncle went off. I dropped the tray of food and he chased me upstairs. I stopped to stoop down to blow them a kiss when I felt my Uncle’s hand slap my bare ass really hard. I’m pretty sure it was the best poker night those old dudes ever had, I knew it was my best one ever.
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