Christmas gift

 

“Ssangs fer the gift cars uncle,” she slurred, her hands covering most of her boobs, her red one piece pajamas failing to do so.

“Im not really your uncle, Em, what are you doing? Are you drunk?”, you asked her.

Em let out a loud giggle before attempting to straighten up and look at you. She lifted her hands above her head to pull her hair back, her boobs appearing, “Im thankin' yoo fer my chrissmas gifss.  Yes, i'm zzzrunk ann high,” she mumbled with a playful glint in her eys.

You couldn't help but chuckle at her antics, wondering what had gotten into her tonight. Em had always been a bit of a wild spirit, but this was a new level of chaos. You noticed the collection of empty bottles and smoldering bong that accounted for her intoxicated state. 

“Um, your welcome, Em. But why are you drunk and high and showing me your tits?” you asked, as you locked the bedroom door. 

“I zinninn gesha anythin' fer chrissmas.  Butsha gave me sush nish gifss.  Sooo i got zzzrunk ann high t' sssang yoo,” she said and leaned forward, and un did your belt, and unbuttoned your jeans.

“Oh, Em. You don’t have to give me anything. Tis better to give than receive,” you told her.

“'zzactly.  I wanna give yoo somethin',” she told you and began to suck your hard dick. 

“If, oh, youuuu- must,” you told the drunk and high Em. 

(pop), your dick poped out of her mouth. As she stroked you with her unsteady hands, she told you. “Pleeeze, play wiss my tities.  Doo anythin' yoo wanna me.  Iddizzz my gift t' yoo.” 

“Ok.” you said as you began playing with her tits. She moaned and picked up the bottle of liquor and drank.

“Arr yoo gonna fffuck me,” she asked.

You knew you shouldn’t, she was like a niece to you but she was just too hot, all drunk and high. So you said, “yes.”

“Sssang yoo uncle.  Less give eash ozzer a gift yoo'll allw'ys 'member,” she slurred and took another hit of the bong. She exhaled, and then stood, swaying, and removed her pj’s. 

As you began to fuck her, you knew she was right. It was one Christmas gift you’d always remember. In some ways, you wished she would too, but you also knew she was to waysted.