“You going to answer it?” Mick asked.
“Guess I should. Though I already have a good idea what the call is about.” I pressed accept. “Hello.”
“Is she with you, Bruce?”
“Maggie! How delightful it is to hear your voice. It’s been such a long time.” Mick burst into laughter as I pulled a couple of faces.
“Don’t be a fucking smartarse. Is she there?”
“Is who here?”
“Don’t play fucking dumb with me. My daughter. Is she there?”
“Might be. Why don’t you call her?”
“You think I haven’t tried? She won’t accept my calls. Won’t answer my texts. But I know she’s alive as I’ve asked her friends. She’s been on social media.”
“Maybe she wants nothing to do with you. She’s 19 now, isn’t she?”
“She’s still my daughter and I have a right to know where she is. Now are you going to answer the question or not?”
Emily could see I was on the phone and I gestured for to join me. I covered the speaker and told her it was her Mum and she wanted to know if she was with me. Emily simply said, “Tell her. I don’t give a shit.”
“She is here. And she wants nothing to do with you.”
“Put her on the phone, Bruce. Now.”
“No, Maggie. I don’t know who you’re used to bossing around, but as far as I’m concerned, you can fucking do one. Emily is very happy living out here and has explicitly told me that she wants nothing to do with you or whatever dropkick fuckwit you happen to be fucking right now.”
“How dare you!”
“Maggie, I’m going to put this very simply. Fuck off and fuck you. Emily is a grown woman and can make her own decisions. Her decision is that she remains here living with me.”
“If my daughter isn’t returned to me, Bruce, I will come and get her.”
“Just you fucking try it!” Then I pressed end call and took a deep breath. “Fucking bitch cunt. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.” I put the phone back in my pocket and had to ball my fists as the urge to hit something was overwhelming.
“See what I mean?” Emily said quietly.
“What did she say?” Mick asked.
“She’s threatening to drive out here to come and get her.” I looked at Emily. “I don’t care if she brings a fucking army. You’re not going anywhere unless you want to.”
“I’m staying here.”
“Do you think she’ll come?” Mick wondered.
I looked at Emily. She finally nodded. “She’s a controlling bitch. She will hate the fact I’ve escaped her clutches.”
“Jesus wept, this sounds like some sort of abuse,” Mick stated, taking off his hat and wiping his brow.
Emily met my eyes and returned a subtle shake of the head. I know what she meant as she had made one or two references to what had happened, though still hadn’t told me the full story. I didn’t ask as I had a good idea what. Whether she ever wanted to tell me the full detail was up to her and her alone. I managed to put the incident to the back of my mind and life continued as normal. We worked the rest of the week with Emily making no mention nor showing any concern about her mother appearing. If she did, we’d simply deal with it.
Due to the hard work that left us exhausted at the end of each day, we didn’t fool around much though we were already sharing a bed. Emily kept most of her things in her bedroom for appearances sake but, in the back of my mind, I thought it was obvious she was sleeping with me. By Friday, even though we were tired, there was no doubt we needed each other so, after dinner and the usual ritual of a drink on the veranda, we headed to bed.
It was still a little awkward as to who would make the first move, both of us still coming to terms with the new realities of our relationship. Understanding her inexperience, I figured I’d take the lead and I started to undress her, taking off her dress, leaving her in a bra and panties. I then lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around my hips as I kissed her, undoing her bra and freeing her breasts as I moved my mouth, clasping her right one in my mouth, smothering it in kiss, flicking her nipple with my tongue. It hardened immediately and she moaned rather loudly. I then did the same to her other breast, holding her up with one arm while using my free hand to play with her other breast.
I lay her down on the bed, unwrapping her legs from around me and slid her panties down. I wasn’t surprised that they were already wet. In fact, I was going to wring them as a joke but thought that may embarrass her, though her being wet was only a good thing, as far as I thought.
“What are you going to do?”
“What do you think?” I stated, getting down on my knees. I could smell her scent and couldn’t wait to taste her. She actually got a little shy, perhaps concerned, as she closed her legs. I didn’t want to force them open, so I got back up and leaned over her, making sure I smiled as I kissed her. “Do you want me to?” She nodded. “So why did you close your legs?”
“I’m a little worried I’ll like it too much and pee.”
“You won’t. I’m not a woman, lay no claim to understanding the female orgasm, no man does. But I can make it happen, but you won’t pee. It feels different, like when a man wants to cum.” I shrugged. “I think…”
“I’m sorry. I must sound…”
I kissed her again. “Never apologise. As I said, I’ll teach you everything I can think of. We’ll explore and learn about each other together. Okay?”
A small grin broadened as I moved my hand down towards her sex, her legs opening immediately. “Good girl. Lie back and enjoy it. And make plenty of noise. Tell me what’s good. Sex is a lot of verbal and non-verbal communication. I can read how your body reacts but tell me when something feels really good. I’ll keep doing that.”
“I like what you’re doing now.”
I chuckled. “I haven’t even started yet.”
I kissed down her body, once again spending some time kissing and nibbling at her breasts, before I kissed down across her stomach, her scent wafting into my nose as I continued lower down. Her pubic hair also kept her scent and I looked her in the eyes as I inhaled. She actually giggled when I did that. “You smell really good, sweetheart. I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Oh my God,” she whispered.
“Do you want me to use my tongue?” She nodded. “Are you sure?”
“Please eat me out.”
That made me smile, hearing her use that exact phrase. And, naturally, I obliged my niece and savoured the taste of her pussy. She was absolutely soaking wet. I’d been with women who got wet when horny but my niece was something else. I drank her down like a man finding an oasis in the desert. I didn’t leave a single piece of her sex untouched and listened to the noise she made. It took her a while to build confidence in making noise, whether it was to simply moan but she started to exclaim simple thing like ‘Yes!’ quite a lot and also ‘Fuck that feels good.’ I loved to hear that as I knew I was doing something right.
Listening to her breathing and seeing how her body was moving, I knew she was getting close so I switched and started to flick her clit. I was gentle at first but it drove her crazy straight away. “Keep doing that! Keep doing that!” I did as I was told and she started to tell me to go faster. So I went faster. I wrapped my arms around her thighs as she started to buck wildly in my face as she practically started to scream, glad the closest person was at least a couple of miles away. She pushed down into my face as I pressed a finger inside her to finish her off completely.
“Holy shit! Holy shit!” she exclaimed, taking in deep breaths, as I continued to pleasure her. “Aren’t you going to stop?” she asked with a giggle.
I lifted my head for a second. “Do you want me to?” She shook her head. “Then why would I want to stop?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, sweetie. Now, lie back and enjoy it. And, if it gets too much, tell me to stop.”
She continued to shudder and I wondered if I was perhaps doing too much. She did have another giggle, stating my stubble was starting to rub against her thighs, unaware that she had wrapped them around my head again. The only problem I currently had was the rock hard erection I really needed to do something with. Part of me really wanted to fuck my niece right now but I still didn’t want to rush it. But I tried my best to ignore that as I continued to caress the pussy of Emily.
Eventually I felt a tap on top of my head, looking up to see her smiling. “Okay,” she stated, taking a deep breath, “Okay. I don’t think I can take any more of it for the time being.”
She shuffled across the bed as I lay down next to her, wrapping an arm around and kissing her. She obviously tasted herself on my lips and I could feel how wet my chin was. “You like doing that?” she wondered.
“Real men eat pussy. Except if they’re gay.”
“Don’t all guys, those who like women anyway, do it?”
I shrugged. “Some guys don’t. But I love it. Emily, all you would have to do is tap me on the shoulder and say ‘Eat me’ and I’d do it.”
She laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind.” She then kissed me and ran a hand down my chest before resting it on my cock. “You’re so hard.”
“Because I’m incredibly turned on by the fact I just spent a long time with my tongue in the pussy of a 19-year-old. Most men my age would crawl over shattered glass for the opportunity.”
“Would you like to stick that cock in me?”
“I’d love nothing more. But not yet.”
She kissed me. “But I want you to,” she said quietly.
I took a deep breath. “Are you sure?”