“Em…”
“Just so you know, I’m going to get naked and masturbate right now, thinking about you. Will you masturbate thinking about me? Will you join me in my room? I wonder…” With that, she entered her bedroom, once again leaving her door ajar.
I headed straight to my own bedroom, closing the door behind me. I sat on my bed and thought about things. A 19-year-old woman wanted me, a 40-something year old man. That woman happened to be my niece. Part of me needed to say no right away. It’s just not possible. It’s wrong. The other part of me, growing larger with each minute that passed, thought I should do it. She wanted me. I was warming to the idea of wanting her. But for our relationship to turn sexual? That’s one hell of a big step considering we were related. We’d be breaking every taboo in the book.
I didn’t sleep much that night but rose early like normal. I was sitting in silence, drinking a coffee, my mind still processing the events of the previous night. I was soon joined by Emily, who made her own coffee before joining me at the table. She said morning and I grunted a reply, not to be rude but I wasn’t sure what else to say or do.
“Any plans for today?” she asked.
I shrugged. “None really except for the usual ritual of watching some football.”
I continued to just sip my coffee, not really giving her any eye contact, mostly because I didn’t know what I’d do. “Are you mad?” she finally asked.
I shook my head. “No. I’m not mad. A little confused. No, very confused. But I’m not mad. I could never be mad.”
“I meant every word.”
“I know.”
I heard a sniff, finally turning my head to see her wipe a cheek. I moved my seat back and grabbed her hand. She got to her feet and sat on my lap, throwing her arms around me as I just hugged her. I was left thinking that she thought she knew what she wanted but was a little confused herself. When she’d settled down, our eyes met again and she returned a lopsided grin. I think I then surprised her by gently kissing her on the lips again. Only for a couple of seconds but it was long enough.
“Guess we should have that talk.”
“Already?” she asked in surprise.
“Didn’t get much sleep so had a lot of time to think. Still thinking now, to be honest.”
“What were you thinking about?”
“The fact I would like to see what my niece looked like naked. What she’d look like on her knees. What she’d looked like underneath me. About how I’d spend every day trying to make her happy.”
“Really?” she asked almost timidly.
“I have only question, Emily.” She nodded. “Are you absolutely sure you want this? We’re possibly crossing one hell of a line here. No-one can know about this. We keep this secret to our graves.”
“One hundred percent,” she stated adamantly.
I nodded my head. “Take a seat. I need to ask a couple of questions. We’re adults here so I’m hoping…”
“I’ll answer whatever you need to know to make this work.”
She met my eyes as she sat down again and I smiled, a grin from her returned. But she also knew I was being serious. And I knew I had to be blunt. “You’re 19 years old. Are you sexually active?”
She blushed immediately. “Yes. But… Only the one.”
“You’ve only been with one man?”
She scoffed. “Boy, Bruce. He was my boyfriend at school. I eventually had sex with him just to see what the big deal was. He wasn’t that good. I put out to keep him happy but I eventually ended it as…” She trailed off but had a good idea why.
I couldn’t help laugh and she joined in with for a second, already defusing some of the tension. “Fair enough. Are you on birth control?”
She nodded. “I am. The one decent thing my mother did for me was get one of those implants that you can get nowadays. I know it works because of said ex-boyfriend.” She leaned forward. “I know sex sucks for some men if they have to wear a condom,” she added quietly.
“Like taking a shower with a raincoat on.” She burst into a fit of giggles. “It’s true. But there’s also a few good reasons why.”
“I want to have sex with you,” she blurted out.
“I know. I’ll admit, the feeling is mutual.” I watched the broad grin appear, but also her cheeks glow even brighter if possible. “But we’re taking this slowly, Em. You know how old I am. Half of my mind is saying this is a really bad fucking idea.”
“But…?”
“I know you love me in a way that’s not the way a niece should love her uncle. I understand that. There’s nothing I can do about it. You can’t help the way you feel.”
“Do you feel the same way?” she asked hopefully.
I looked at her in silence for a few seconds before I smiled and nodded. “I love you in a way I definitely shouldn’t.” She sighed with relief before lowering her head, nodding. “There is just one condition, and it’s entirely in your hands.”
“What is it?”
“If, at any time, you want to end it, please tell me. Don’t feel like you have to stay with me for no reason, particularly if your feelings for me change in any way. We’re two adults. We obviously talk all the time. So if you’re ever unhappy, tell me. I certainly don’t want to take advantage. And no matter what, this will always be your home.”
“You won’t. I know what I want.”
“I just want you to be sure.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Bruce.”
We finished the rest of our breakfast in silence before I told her I was going to take some time with myself outside, just to sort my mind out. She understood, saying she’d just watch a bit of TV. I headed out to the barn and sorted out the horses, unable to really concentrate on anything except what had occurred over the past twelve or so hours. My niece was a beautiful young woman. She had impressed me with how quickly she had adapted to life on the farm. She had a spark and enthusiasm that was infectious. Even old Mick was caught up by it.
And she wanted me. Her uncle, twice her age and more, certainly starting to show a bit of wear and tear. A proper bloke, I guess, but I certainly wasn’t romantic or anything. I was rather simple regarding the outlook of my life. And I definitely liked my life very simple. Getting involved with my niece, of all people, could potentially throw a real spanner in the works. But I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t want her at the same time. Maybe some of that was to do with being a bit lonely. It was definitely to do with the fact she was gorgeous. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that she wanted me, of all people. I’d probably never understand it.
I headed back into the house for lunch to find Em already making some sandwiches. She turned as I approached her, looking at me in hope, rather than expectation. I figured I should put her mind at ease and make my feelings known as I grabbed her around the waist, pulled her close and kissed her. I felt the smile form on her lips for a second before we started a serious make-out session. It wasn’t long until her hands were all over my body while I took a moment to feel her breasts, feeling her nipples harden immediately and she gasped I gently squeezed one.
Then she lowered a hand to my cock and my breath caught. Then I shook my head. “Not yet, Em. Not yet.”
“Sorry.”
“Never apologise. As I said, slow. I probably shouldn’t have felt you up your tits.”
She smiled. “I’m not going to complain. About time I felt the hands of a real man grab them.”
I looked at my hands. They were calloused and scarred from years of hard work and graft. And that was despite wearing gloves half the time. I met her eyes, probably looking confused. She seemed to have this idea of what a man was that. I guess I fit her ideal. She grabbed my right hand and placed my palm against her left hand. To be fair, her hand was rather dainty compared to mine.
“One of your fingers is two of mine!” she stated, before she lowered my ring and pinkie fingers, smirking at me, “Imagine what you could do with just those two.”
I’ll admit, I cracked up into laughter at that one, particularly her tone. I was beginning to gather just how much she wanted me to fuck her. She kissed me gently on the lips before turning around, continuing to make lunch. I grabbed us a couple of beers from the fridge, plus some packets of crisps from the cupboard, heading into the living room and flicking on the TV as I figured we’d still carry on the Sunday ritual.
She appeared a couple of minutes later with two plates of sandwiches, handing one to me before taking a seat on the couch as we watched the start of the game. We then sat back and drank our beers, Emily leaning into me, wrapping an arm around my chest. I think we were both talked out as we watched the game in near silence. I found it difficult to concentrate on the game at times, feeling her breasts press into me or her hand caress my chest, occasionally looking at me with a look in her eyes that I didn’t misinterpret at all.
We made dinner together once the meal was over and, once that was eaten, carried out the usual ritual of sitting together on the veranda. We’d only had the single beer when she got to her feet, grabbed me by the hand and we headed inside. “I’m going for a shower,” she said, “Then you can have one. Then we can go to bed.”
I smirked at the fact she was taking charge. Or, at least, she thought she was. I just patted her arse and told her I’d follow her in afterwards. I wandered into my bedroom and thought about where we would sleep. Would we start sleeping together, meaning actual sleep, not sex? To be honest, the idea of having just having company in my large bed was rather nice. I heard her bedroom door close but, once I was showered, she was sitting on my bed, waiting for my return. She was wearing a small vest and some very small shorts. She was about to learn something about me.
“I’ll get in bed,” she stated.
“So we’re going to sleep in here?” I asked, teasing her.
“Um, yeah. You’ve got the better bed.”
I laughed as I got ready for bed, switching on the bedside light before I joined her under the covers. I turned onto my side as she did the same thing. The first thing she did was run a hand up and down my chest. “Real men have hair on there,” she said quietly.
“It’s not always a good thing. And it’s genetic. There are some men who naturally don’t have one.”
“Well, I like it.”
“You’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
She laughed before she leaned forward and kissed me again. “I also like your stubble,” she whispered into my ear before hugging me. “And you’re naked,” she added.
“I always sleep naked.”
“I will too then.”
I laughed. “You don’t have to.”
She pulled back and met my eyes. “Don’t you want to see me?”
“Of course. But you don’t have to change just because of me.”
“I want you to see me.”
“I’m not going to say no.”