Many months had passed since Emma and I went our separate ways following our spectacular summer together in Aruba. She was enjoying her junior year in high school, and I’d made several revisions to my novel and just submitted the final copy to my publisher. If everything went to plan, Em and I would meet again in late May once her school ended, and later in the year, my book would hit the stands in time for the holiday season. But you know what they say about the best-laid plans…
During our time apart, Emma texted me almost daily and was quite expansive in the topics she wanted to discuss. Everything from world events to homework to music and dating advice was fodder for conversation. The latter of which always gave me pause and even a touch of jealousy. I know she needed to lead a normal teenage girl’s life, and dating was a core requirement. And even though she assured me that her dates were just for fun and as a way to get out of the house, it was an uncomfortable topic for me.
With Em’s dating questions, I had to walk a tightrope between being the helpful, supportive uncle and a clingy, jealous boyfriend. But as the adult in the relationship, I tried hard to stay neutral, offer sound advice, and remember that the foundation of our relationship was clear in that the odds were never going to be in our favor. What choice did I have, really? After all, this was my plan we were following.
It was nearly spring and Emma’s latest dating discussion began to worry me. She was excited about her school's upcoming prom, and she went on and on about the senior boy who had asked her to be his date. She told me her mom had extended her curfew for the big event, and my mind went to all the dark places I could imagine two horny teenagers going with a three o’clock in the morning curfew. But all I could do from a thousand miles away was hold on and hope for the best.
But it did give me an idea for a sort of intervention, or perhaps better said, a refreshing of my relationship with Em. She’d mentioned that right after prom, her school would break for its nearly two-week spring recess. I thought that perhaps what my sister and niece needed was a visit from Uncle Steve. So, I grabbed my phone and made the call.
“Hey Sis,” I said as soon as Kate had answered. “It’s your favorite brother calling to see how you’re doing.”
“Oh, hi brother! I was hoping I’d hear from you soon. How are things at your end?”
We spent a few minutes catching up before I asked, “So, why were you hoping I’d call?”
There was an awkward silence before Kate replied, “Well, Em’s been prattling on about spending the summer with you again, and I wanted to find out where she got the idea.”
“Actually, that’s loosely related to why I’m calling. I wanted to see if you guys were up for a visit from me during Em’s school recess. With my book finished, I’m bored and would love to see you two. And while I’m there, we can discuss potential summer plans.”
“Oh, that would be wonderful! It’s been a year since you were last here, and I’d love to have you visit.”
We chatted for a while, making plans, and by the time I hung up, I felt better than I had in weeks. The thought of seeing the two people I loved most in the world was just what I needed. Plus, it would give me a chance to reconnect with Emma to see if things were cooling between us. If they were, then it would be better if I knew now so that I could start accepting reality.
I managed to survive the next few weeks, though, on the evening of Em’s prom, I was a nervous wreck wondering how far she and her date would go. My rational side realized how stupid I was being, but my emotional side was freaked out. It was an eye-opener to see myself in this light, as I had never been the jealous type before. It didn’t get any better after her prom because Em was oddly quiet about her evening. And even when I asked leading questions she gave only simple responses saying that the dance was ‘okay’. What the hell did ‘okay’ mean?
***
At last, it was time to travel, and I managed to get to Kate’s house on time and unscathed by the commercial travel industry. The limo dropped me off at Kate’s door and I rang the bell, eager to see my sister. The door opened and Kate leaped into my arms, hugging me tightly. We smooched on the lips as was our custom and I couldn’t help but compare the feel of Kate to Emma’s slimmer, younger body. Both women felt great in my arms, but Kate’s more voluptuous form was quite interesting compared to her daughter’s athletic build, and distant memories of my sister tickled my brain.
She helped me drag my suitcases inside and got me set up in the spare bedroom. Fifteen minutes later I was downstairs sitting in her kitchen and since it was midafternoon, we decided a glass of wine was not too outrageous. I looked around, admiring the modern kitchen and high-end appliances, and was quite proud of what my sister had accomplished with her life. Her husband had died when Emma was a baby, and Kate had managed everything on her own ever since.
“Emma still at school?” I asked, sipping my wine.
Kate looked at her watch and said, “Yeah, today is the last day before spring break, and she should be home within the hour. Since this might be the last time we have privacy, tell me about what you and Emma discussed regarding her summer vacation.”
I swallowed hard, sensing that Kate’s tone was a bit more serious than I’d hoped it would be. I decided to try the innocent approach and said, “Not a lot was planned. She had such a good time in Aruba that I gave her an open-ended invitation to visit me wherever I ended up this year.” I paused to sip more wine and went on, “My publisher was so pleased with the book I just submitted that they just gave me another seven-figure advance to write the next novel. So, I’ll be heading back to Aruba this summer to get started and Em, and you, of course, are both invited.”
“Jesus Christ,” Kate gasped. “Another huge advance? I knew you had to be pretty well-off, but for a working girl like me, the numbers are staggering. It’s wonderful to see your talent so recognized.”
“Anyway,” I said, wanting to change the subject, “are you upset that I invited Em without checking first? I realize now I should have run it past you.”
“Yeah, well, I would have appreciated a heads-up. It’s hard enough parenting a teenage girl and being the bad mom when I won’t let her do something. But having her uncle tempt her with exotic vacations puts me in a position where I don’t feel I have a say. So, what made you decide on returning to Aruba?”
“I liked Aruba and feel like there’s more to explore. Plus it was the perfect environment for writing and frankly having Emma around did wonders for my creative juices. This latest book has some strong female leads, and that’s all due to Emma’s feedback on my older stuff. She’s quite a kid.”
“Yeah, she is pretty incredible. I’ll admit that the way Emma described Aruba to me, it certainly sounded like perfection. Maybe this year I can break free from work and join you guys. Something to discuss further during your visit?”
Kate’s phone buzzed and she read a text from Emma saying her bus was five minutes away. Kate texted back that we would be on the deck waiting for her. I drained the last of my wine and followed Kate out the back door to the expansive, multi-level deck. The upper section was covered with a cedar-shake roof, while the lower level was open to the sun. We moved to the lower deck and each took one of the cushioned armchairs.
Minutes later I heard the gate squeak and I stood in anticipation. A bundle of teenage energy rounded the corner, dropping her backpack and purse to the deck before leaping into my arms and smothering me with kisses. I hugged her back, and all my concerns about her late-night prom evaporated from my brain.
“Uncle Steve,” Em squealed. “I’m so happy you came to visit. And it’s the perfect time since I don’t have school for almost two weeks. Now I get a chance to show you around my little world.”
And so began the next phase of my relationship with my niece. This time she had the upper hand as I was out of my comfort zone and Em would be calling the shots. Kate managed to get a few days off from work, but for most of my visit, it would be just Em and me. This was exciting not only because of the chance to be with Emma but also because of the danger of slipping and exposing our relationship.
Since it was Friday, Kate had the weekend off as well as Monday and Tuesday. We filled the days with visits to museums, amusement parks, and various restaurants. We even squeezed in a big shopping trip to the mall, where Kate and Em bought a wardrobe of summer clothing and underwear, and Em picked out several barely legal swimsuits. Kate just shook her head, but Emma, being seventeen now, was not willing to back down.
“Emma, be reasonable,” my sister said. “It’s bad enough each of those so-called swimsuits will cost your uncle hundreds of dollars, but all together, the five bikinis barely have enough material to make a decent t-shirt. Steve, back me up here.”
“I prefer not to get in the middle between my two favorite women,” I said. “But if I judge by what most of the girls in Aruba were wearing last year, I’d say what Em picked out today is right in line with the norm. Of course, if I were her father, I’d insist that she only wore a potato sack to the beach.”
This elicited groans and remarks about me not being any help at all from both females, so I decided to just shut up. Eventually, Em won and I paid the sizeable bill. As we headed home, I made a mental note to explain to my accountant why I’d spent so much money in a women’s swimsuit and lingerie shop.
Wednesday rolled around and with Kate heading back to work, it was the first day Em and I would be alone. I woke early to the smell of breakfast cooking and donned my joggers and t-shirt and headed down to the kitchen. Kate was dressed for work and cooking enough pancakes for a squad of hungry marines, so I busied myself helping set the table and cut up some fresh fruit. With breakfast ready, Kate texted Emma to come downstairs and join us.
As I was pouring Kate a cup of coffee, Emma stumbled downstairs with her hair in disarray and wiping the sleep from her eyes. When I saw how she was dressed, I lost my focus, sloshing coffee onto the table. Emma was wearing a lightweight pair of sleep shorts and a baggy tank top with no bra. She was barefoot, and her long legs seems to go on forever before disappearing into the legs of her shorts.
“Emma Jean,” Kate scolded. “Go back upstairs right now and put on some clothes. You’re going to give your uncle a heart attack.”
Emma stopped, looked down at herself, laughed, and said, “Geez Mom, I’m more dressed now than when I wear one of my bikinis in front of Uncle Steve. Don’t go all old-maid on me.”
“Bikinis are different,” Kate complained. “With a bikini, all the intimate parts are covered. In that shirt, I can see your naked boobs jiggling. And I’m not even sure you’re wearing underpants. So go get your robe at least.”
I was glad I was sitting as my cock had stiffened both from the view of Em’s beauty and the words of their conversation. I had already noticed that Em wasn’t wearing panties, as she seemed to have let her dark pubic hair grow in since last summer. Her patch was quite visible through the sheer fabric of her shorts.
Em hightailed it upstairs and returned wearing a long fuzzy robe. This met Kate’s approval and we were able to get on with breakfast. Afterward, Kate headed off to work while Em and I did the dishes.
“So,” I began as I dried my hands, “what did you want to do today? We can go anywhere you’d like.”
Instead of answering, Em untied her robe and shrugged it off her shoulders. Memories of that night in Aruba came flooding back. She hugged me and we kissed romantically for the first time in almost seven months. I ran my hands over her back and squeezed her ass through the thin shorts. Her nipples hardened against my chest as she reached between our bodies and squeezed the bulge in my pants.
I lifted her and she wrapped her legs around my hips as we awkwardly climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Tossing her on the unmade bed, I stripped off my clothes and watched as she pulled her shirt over her head. Her breasts were even more spectacular than I remembered, with dark pink areolas and hard nipple points. My cock was fully erect and I wasted no time pulling down her shorts, exposing her fuzzy bush.
I lowered my head between her legs and kissed her soft, furry patch, inhaling the wondrous scent. My fingers spread her lips as I made my first lick through her velvet crease. Em sighed and opened her legs wider as I kissed and suckled her clit. My tongue danced through her folds and tickled the entrance to her vagina as my mouth made love to my young girlfriend. When she climaxed, her thighs squeezed my head as ecstasy washed over her and she moaned with pleasure.
As she relaxed from her orgasm, I moved up beside her and took her into my arms. I kissed her lips and I kissed her breasts as she grasped my cock and stroked me. So far, we had not spoken a word, as no words were needed for the passion we shared. As I moved into position, she guided my hard cock into the warmth of her vagina, and I was able to slip a few inches into her tightness. I had forgotten how snug she was and with gentle in and out strokes, I slowly was able to bury my shaft fully inside her heat.
Our pubic hair was pressed together and I held myself still, allowing her to relax around my girth. We continued to kiss and soon she wiggled her hips trying to force me in deeper. Taking my cue, I started fucking her with long slow strokes, pulling out until only my cockhead was gripped by the tight squeeze of her vagina before sliding smoothly back in until our pubes once again met. The walls of her vagina gripped me as I moved and I felt myself building toward orgasm.
With each inward stroke, Em would puff out a small exclamation of pleasure, and my balls began to burn with the need to empty themselves. We still had not spoken a word, but suddenly the silence was broken.
“Harder, faster,” was all she said.
I shortened my stroke and began to pound her with all I had to give. She wrapped her legs around my thighs and pulled me tight, forcing my cock in even deeper. We were both breathing hard, which made kissing difficult, so I moved to her nipples where I nibbled and sucked and caressed her breasts with my mouth until I heard her yell out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming!”
Her body stiffened in my arms and her vagina squeezed my cock, almost begging it to fill her with cum. I was happy to oblige as my climax hit, and all the months of waiting and wanting her erupted out of my cock as I pushed deep and filled her pussy with semen. Jet after jet spurted into her until jizz began squishing out from between our bodies. Em’s climax continued to roll through her as my butt muscles clenched, and my balls drained themselves.
Far too soon, the wave began to pass and I slowed my thrusting until I stopped, still fully inside her. Both of us were gasping for breath as our heart rates tried to descend from the stratosphere. Em unlocked her legs from my thighs, but I kept my still-stiff cock buried to the hilt. I was in heaven and not yet ready to end our spectacular climax. Clearly, our time apart did nothing to diminish our desire for each other. And any concerns I had about her prom date replacing me, dissolved into the ether.
Finally, I could speak. “Hi there, sweetheart. Miss me?”
She beamed her bright smile and said, “God, did I need this. I’d convinced myself that what I remembered from last summer was overblown. But now I know my recall was perfect. When we make love, my brain has trouble processing the pleasure.”
My cock had softened and as much as I didn’t want it to end, I rolled off and took her into my arms. We kissed and fondled for several minutes and as my cock stiffened, we used the opportunity to make love again. The second time was slower-paced and more gentle, and as I came inside her, I told myself that this is who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
We dragged ourselves out of bed and showered together, which was a wonderful way to...