Emily got to work as soon as we were back. I think I ended up just getting in the way more often than not, Emily eventually shooing me out of the kitchen, gently pushing me all the way to the couch, ensuring I was sat down. She switched on the television, handing me the remote, before returning a few seconds later with a beer. “If I have to suck your dick to get you to stay here…”
I laughed. “Okay, okay, I’ll stay out of your way.”
“Want me to suck your dick regardless?”
“You’re getting well and truly fucked tonight, Emily. I can wait until then.”
Her eyes lit up before leaning down to give me a soft kiss. “I can’t wait until you pound my pussy again,” she whispered.
Yep. Definitely going to be the death of me, but boy, was it going to be a great time until then. Mick and June arrived a few hours later, both chuckling as Emily apparently bounced around the kitchen, hearing her sing away to some music. I had the television on but wasn’t really paying attention. Mick sat next to me, winning approval for the bottle of port I’d bought him. June said hello before immediately staying in the kitchen to chat with Emily. That was my only concern regarding her, the fact she had little female company, though apparently she did chat with her friends by phone constantly, usually by one of those messaging services.
Mick and I watched some footy, sank a couple of beers, before Emily announced dinner was ready. There was a dining table that was rarely used, usually just eating in the kitchen, so I had pulled out a tablecloth, some of the fancy plates and cutlery, Mick and June to one side, Emily and I to the other. The ladies had wine, Mick and I enjoyed another beer. The food was exquisite, Emily showing her culinary skills. I savoured every bite. Mick looked at his wife and asked if she could make it at home.
“I’ll make you some, Uncle Mick. All you need do is heat it up in the oven.”
If he didn’t adore her by then, that’s what sealed it in his eyes.
For dessert, Emily had baked a cake, made a filling for it, then covered it in thick, delicious icing. I’ll admit, I had a big piece as it was the perfect end to the meal. After quickly putting everything in the dishwasher, we returned to the table where I poured Mick and June a glass of port. I poured a whiskey while Emily sipped at another glass of wine.
“Be back in a second,” she said, disappearing to her room. She returned holding a folder a couple of minutes later, placing it in front of her as she glanced at all of us. “Auntie June, has Uncle Mick… said anything recently about… me?”
Mick looked a little concerned. June smiled at her. “He mentioned how much you love Bruce.”
“Not just how much, Auntie. I’m in love with him. Head over heels sort of love. The sort of love you no doubt feel for Uncle Mick.”
June shuffled in her seat, leaning forward. But the smile didn’t waver. Mick glanced at me. All I could do was shrug. I had no idea what she was going to say either. “I’ve been fortunate to be married to my husband for many years now, Emily. It’s been a life I wouldn’t swap for anything. He’s a good man.”
“I think I’d have the same thing with Bruce.” She took a deep breath and opened the folder. “Uncle Mick, that question you asked Bruce a while ago. I know why you asked, and I love the fact you showed such care for me, and wanted to protect me, just like Bruce always has. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for it.” Mick had to look away for a moment, clearing his throat. “But the thing is, I do want to have…” She cleared her throat. I knew what she wanted to say and could understand the embarrassment.
“Sex, sweetie?” June asked gently.
Emily blushed but nodded. “I feel nothing but desire for the man next to me. But it’s not just sex I want. I want to spend my life with him. I want to marry him. I want to bear his children. I don’t want to be anywhere else than here for the rest of my life.” She patted the pile of papers. “This will explain why it’s… okay for us to do this.”
Now Mick leaned forward, his interest peaked. “What do you mean, Em?”
“Legally, at least, Bruce and I can enjoy a sexual relationship. If it was to work out between us, and we wanted to marry, the Marriage Act of 1961 states who, or who cannot, get married. In this country, the only relations who are not allowed to marry are a person and their ancestor or descendant, nor can a brother or sister, whether whole or half-blood. Ergo, first cousins can marry without issue, and that means, as uncle and niece, Bruce and I can legally enter a relationship and could possibly marry in the future.”
“What about children?” June asked, sounding rather understanding already, “Won’t there be issues?”
Emily shook her head, taking out another piece of paper. “There was research done in the United Kingdom a few years back. If Bruce and I were to try for children, the chances of any issues would be no worse than a woman trying for children after 34. But I’m a healthy near enough 20-year-old woman, while Bruce might be in his early forties but he’s fit as a fiddle. If we wished to conceive, I honestly don’t see an issue, though I obviously don’t want to jinx it either.”
June took a deep breath. “Legally, it might be okay, sweetie, but… socially, people won’t understand. There is still the moral argument too, about being intimate with family. Just because something is legal doesn’t make it right.” Then she looked at me. “What do you think, Bruce?”
“I’ll put it simply, June. I love her with all my heart. But taking that step is her choice. I could try and talk her out of it, but look at what she’s done to just convince you two that this is what she wants.”
“And the stigma that comes with it?” she wondered.
“I guess we wouldn’t be telling every man and their dog about it. But Mick’s understandable question and concern has obviously lit a fire in her belly and she wants to show how much this would mean to her, but considering who you are to both of us, she doesn’t want to live a lie in front of you.”
“I would love for you to understand, but more important accept our relationship if or when it starts,” Emily said softly.
Mick slowly finished his port, stood up and walked towards the back door. Emily glanced at me, fear in her eyes. I patted her shoulder and gestured for June to stay where she was. He hadn’t gone far, just standing at the edge of the veranda near the steps leading down. Standing beside him, we stared out in the darkness. When I glanced at him, I noticed his were glistening. I’d never seen the man cry in my life.
“I can’t claim to understand, but that girl needs to be loved, and if it’s you that she wants, then I accept it,” he said, “You’ll love her. You’ll provide and protect her. You’ll be all she needs. June has already said she’d accept it, but that she’d want to speak to her first.” We turned to each other and embraced. “You’re a good man, Bruce. Just treat her right. For me and your dad.”
“I will, mate. You have my word. Never do a thing to hurt her.” Breaking apart, we both cleared our throats, doing that man thing of confronting our feelings, then feeling embarrassed about it. “Want to go chop some wood or something?”
“No, I should say the same thing to her.”
When he did say the same thing, Emily stood up, rounded the table to hug him, bursting into tears at the same time. June then received a hug as it was obvious she’d accepted it immediately, a couple of gentle warnings about what Emily might face wanting to pursue such a relationship at most. She smiled at me, adding her approval, warning me to simply take care of her like she knew I already did, just with added intimacy.
Emily sat back next to me, sighing with relief, before she shuffled across and snuggled into me. I kissed the top of her head as we relaxed. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m stuffed,” Mick stated, “You want to cook for the wife and I again, Em, I won’t be saying no.”
“We should make this a usual thing then.”
“That would be great. Guess we’ll have to get used to you two together.”
“When not if,” June added, “We know it’s going to happen.”
“Wonder what my dad would say?” I wondered.
“He’d approve, Bruce. Like us, he’d find it a little strange, but he’d see how you’ve looked after her nearly her entire life. And it’s obvious this is what she wants above all. That’s what matters. And if you want to be with her in return, then I can’t think of anyone better.”
After waving them goodnight a little later, the sense of relief emanating from Emily was palpable. Standing together in the living room, I had to ask, “How long were you preparing that?”
“From the moment I realised how I felt about you, so I started looking into the legalities of it. I don’t care about the morality. If we love each other, that’s all that matters. As for the social aspect, if we were to go into town, no-one would know I’m your niece. They’d just think I’m your hot younger girlfriend.”
“Well… you are now.”
She smiled. “Yeah, I guess I am.” Kissing my cheek, she added, “Wait out here. I’m going to go for a shower then meet you in the bedroom. Don’t come in until I yell for you.”
“Okay, I’ll keep myself amused until then.”
I heard her call for me around fifteen minutes later, undressing before I strolled in. She was leaning over the side of the bed, feet on the floor, arse raised slightly. She looked at me with a grin as I stepped behind her. She glanced back and handed me the bottle of lube I kept on the side table. “I don’t want anal, but was hoping you might slide a finger or two, maybe your thumb in my butt while fucking me,” she said.
“Okay.”
I’m sure she expected an argument, but as I’d told her, if she wanted something, all she had to do was let me know and we’d do it. As I was experienced, though I was eager to do certain things with her, I’d let her decide on making certain leaps and decisions. I was happy just being intimate with her, something she knew and loved herself.
“I want you to fuck me hard, Bruce. I just want to try it. Like this,” she said, opening up her phone. She flicked through to a particular website and showed me a video she must have enjoyed watching, “I’ve masturbated to this video before a few times. The sex is… something else. It’s obviously porn, but there’s something about it that’s left me thinking ‘I want to experience that too.’ And you know I’ll immediately say if it hurts.”
I leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Please tell me if it does. The thought of hurting you, sweetie…”
“I’m already nice and wet, Bruce. All I need is your cock. I had two fingers in my pussy during my shower. Now all I want is my uncle’s fat cock in my tight little pussy and for him to just pound me stupid.”
Sliding my cock inside her in one swift movement made her gasp. I started out nice and slow, placing a hand on her lower back, immediately grabbing her ponytail and pulled her head back slightly. Once I was comfortable, and was sure she could handle it, I immediately upped the tempo of my thrusts.