Monica's Magical Machination

The sportsball game played noisily in the background as I furrowed my brow in concentration, clicking the mouse. I dragged an island into the playing field and then cast Tolarian Terror, waiting expectantly to see if it was countered. It wasn't. My prospects were looking up. 'Magic the Gathering: Arena' provided hours of entertainment when I was away from home, which wasn't often.

A new store meant firsthand attention, and lucky me, I was tapped to spend a week in Phoenix, making sure the t's were dotted and my eyes were crossed. The ground team was too busy to socialize, and the company did not provide a car as a shuttle took me back and forth, so I entertained myself in the evenings in the bar, before going back to my room to watch some porn, text Monica, my wife, and go to sleep.

I attacked, killed some blockers, and lost my Haughty Djinn. Two more turns should do it. Just then, I looked up to see the bartender warning a young woman away. She had red and blue bobbed hair, a buttoned up white blouse, short, plaid skirt and tall boots. I hadn't realized there was an anime convention in town.

"We don't need any trouble here, leave the guests alone," the bartender cautioned her.

The girl appeared confused. "I'm not... he's, my uncle." She looked at me and I looked at her. I looked at the bartender and shrugged.

"Out!" he ordered her.

"Uncle Tom? Aunt Monica told me you'd be here." She stood there uncomfortably, biting her lip.

I could never keep track of Monica's far flung family, the result of several divorces, and subsequent remarriages. She had mentioned a niece who was a student at the University, but I had long since stopped paying attention to such details. I waved off the bartender who arched his eyebrow but otherwise went back to watching his sportsball game.

The young woman bounced over, all smiles. "I'm Caitlin, your niece," and she stuck out her hand.

"Ah, Caitlin," I replied taking her hand, slowly remembering. "Enchanté."

"Aunt Monica said you were charming." She blushed, "You're also more handsome than the pictures she sent me."

Monica was like that. She seemed to enjoy having other women attracted to me, occasionally putting me on the spot. For my 40th birthday she had one of her friends strip for me, and made it clear that I should expect a happy ending. That was a fun night, with Monica's blessing, even though she never explicitly talked about it. All she would say was "As long as you always come home to me, have fun, I trust you."

After twenty some years of marriage, we still had a great sex life, and the few forays into extramarital fun I had were orchestrated by her. "I wouldn't want you to get bored," she had replied, when I first questioned her about it. I never knew and never asked if she had dabbled outside of our marriage, as long as she seemed happy.

But Caitlin... she seemed like she was twenty, well under half my age. Somehow, I didn't think this was one of Monica's usual setups. I motioned for Caitlin to sit down. "Are you old enough to drink?"

"Legally? No," came the short response. "I can't anyway," she shrugged, "Medication."

I nodded sagely, trying to remember which part of the family she was from. The hair was obviously a wig, her skin was milky white, with bright blue eyes and impossibly transparent eyebrows, and a slightly upturned petite nose. Rosy, full lips, slim build; I searched my memory.

"You're Lou's girl, right?"

She winced and laughed at the same time. "Louis. He hates being called Lou."

"Good thing he's not here then."

"Yeah, that would suck."

"Can I trust you to never reveal this grave transgression?" Not that I really cared, I was just feeling chatty all of a sudden.

"I can be persuaded," she replied, leaning forward with a teasing smile.

"Oh shit!" I remembered my game and looked down to see the word "Defeat" on the screen. Oh well. "Sorry", I said to her, clicking on the screen to reset.

"It's OK, I went to public school." It took me a moment. She was pretty funny. Unlike Lou. Louis. She looked at the screen. "Magic?"

"Yes, do you play?"

"A few times. Aunt M said you played, she said you might like someone to play with." She fished in her bag for a moment and pulled out a small stack of prebuilts. "I get black." I looked at the slim boxes. They looked brand new, unlike the beaten up stuff I played with on rare occasions. I hadn't actually bought anything in years.

"Sure, let's play." I started to open a red/white deck, and she stopped me, her pale hand with black nails resting on mine.

She looked around, "Not here."

"We can grab a table," I agreed as I shut my laptop lid, and prepared to put it in my bag.

"No," she said hesitantly. "I want to play for ante."

"Doesn't seem fair, these are all your cards, I don't have anything to ante."

She put her hand back on mine. "Oh? Are you sure?"

I was confused. "You want to play for money?"

"No." She was grinning, as if enjoying my confusion. "You'll figure it out, now, where's your room?"

"310."

I squared with the bartender, who looked at me unapprovingly, or so it seemed, as Caitlin gathered her decks and went to wait by the door. "Really, she's my niece."

"Not my business," the bartender observed.

Caitlin walked buoyantly, surprisingly lightly considering her tall boots. She made sure she pushed the elevator button before me and rushed into the elevator to press the button for three. "Hurry up, I have some ass to kick!"

"Big words from a little girl," I announced in my best facsimile of a sports broadcaster, "Let's see if she has the moves to back that up."

"Little? I'm five foot four!" With her boots she was a little taller than that, but at Six one, her statement didn't mean as much as she thought it might.

"Welterweight," I mock coughed into my hand.

"That's why it's going to hurt all the more," she retorted, poking me in the chest and laughing. "Aunt M didn't say you were funny."

"I'm not." The second slowest elevator in the world dinged, the doors opening to three. "To the left."

Halfway down the hall, I slid the card into the slot, and opened the door of my room, making a sweeping gesture with my hand. Fortunately, it wasn't as messy as it could have been.

"Do you have any bottled water? I'm thirsty?" She went to look in the mini fridge, looking back at me in surprise. "You sure know how to treat a lady," she commented, as she pulled one of many bottles of spring water out of the fridge.

"Oh, you know, get them watered up, have my way with them," I groaned inwardly, remembering this was my niece. On my wife's side by her half-brother, but still...

"At last, the diabolical plan is revealed. Whatever is our heroine to do?" she said, holding her forearm up against her brow.

"Curses, foiled again!" I shot back, doing my best Snidely Whiplash voice.

"Handsome, funny, and charming," she declared, "Way to go Aunt M!" She sat on the king sized bed and started to take off her boots. She saw me looking at her. "My feet hurt."

I cleaned papers and some file folders off of the table, positioning chairs for our game. "The bed is big enough, why don't we just play on here?" She finished removing her other boot. Fishing the decks out of her bag again, she let it drop to the floor and tossed the white/red deck I had chosen earlier into the middle of the bed.

"Um, OK," I agreed, and kicked off my shoes, sitting on the edge and leaning forward. She was lying on her side, propped on one arm, as she took her cards out and started shuffling. "What's this ante you were talking about?"

"You'll see. When I beat you." She presented her deck to cut, but I waved it back, and after shuffling my own a few times, I presented it to her. She cut, and I fished a nickel out of my pocket.

"Call it."

"Tails." The nickel landed inaudibly on the bedspread. It was heads.

I drew the requisite seven cards, and after some brief organization, laid out a plains. She laid down a swamp, tapped it, and played a Typhoid Rat. I played a mountain, and cast shock, destroying her rat. We went back and forth like that for nearly a dozen turns before I finished her off with a Pyroclasm.

"Fuck!" she yelled. Throwing down her remaining cards. She laughed at my shocked expression. "Public school, remember?"

I chuckled at that. "You don't need to give me anything, let's just play again." I started gathering my cards.

"Fair's fair," she said brightly, and sitting up, she started taking off her shirt.

"Whoa, hold on."

"What? I lost." She continued unbuttoning her shirt. "Ante, remember?" She slid one arm through the short sleeve and pulled it off. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were small enough she didn't really need one. I swallowed, wishing I had more than water in the fridge.

I realized I was going to have to keep winning because I was fairly sure she didn't want to see middle-aged dad bod in all its glory. "I see plying you with water has paid off. Like putty in my hands."

"Same decks?"

"Sure"

Shuffle, cut, deal. She went first this time. Swamp, Mountain, Raging Goblin, attack. This game went even faster than the first one, and after my small force of enchanted goblins finished her, she started peeling off her thigh high stockings, revealing white, slender legs with black painted toenails.

"I'm going to switch," she sighed, boxing up the black deck and replacing it with a green one.

"I'm good," I affirmed, trying to hide the bulge budding in my pants while trying hard not to stare at her. I doubt I was being very successful at either.

We started the next game, and I held off a little with some early plays, allowing her to get some big green creatures on the field. After it was obvious she had a decided advantage, she questioned me. "Are you even trying?"

"What do you mean?" I feigned innocence.

"Nothing". Two turns later she won.

I stood up to take off my shirt. I wasn't sure about her, but I was feeling pretty warm. "Do you want me to turn up the heat? Are you warm enough?"

"Oh, you're doing just fine." She was watching me like a hawk as I paused to consider not 'what' she said, but why. "Keep going. If you wanna play, you gotta pay."

I did a mock striptease with my shirt and threw it at her. I had no idea what Monica had told her or ultimately what she was really after, but it was fun being flirty with her. I just hoped I didn't end up having to take off my pants. "Same deck?" I asked as I quickly sat back down. Reaching to replace my deck with a new one. Blue.

She was sprawled on the bed, rubbing her legs, watching me. "Sure, but try harder this time."

"You win some and you lose some."

"Uh huh." She sounded unconvinced.

Shuffle, cut, deal. I went first. Island, tap, Opt. I looked at the top card of my library; an island, and decided to keep it, placing it in my hand. We went back and forth, and things looked good for her until I drew Blue Sun's Twilight. Her heavily countered monstrosity joined my side, and the game was over on my next turn.

"I think I liked it better when you let me win," she mumbled, pouting. Sighing, she scooped up her cards and set them aside. She looked down, undoing the buckles of her skirt and lifted her hips, pulling it off. I barely reacted as she tossed it in my face. When I could see again, she was lying on the bed, looking at me, smiling. She was truly a vision with her white skin and red and blue hair, and all she had on was a bright red pair of lace panties. "I think I need more water."

"Do you need me to get it for you? I promise I won't slip in a roofie."

She laughed. "Wouldn't matter," and got up. "I need to powder my nose." She took two fingers and gestured from her eyes to mine. "No cheating," as her pale slim body disappeared into the bathroom. I quickly grabbed my phone and brought up my messages with Monica.

"Caitlin came by." Send. I waited. Caitlin hadn't fully closed the bathroom door, I could hear her peeing.

Ding. "Isn't she gr8t? I hope u 2 have fun"

"Why didn't you warn me?" Send. The toilet flushed. I could hear water running.

Ding. "Y spoil teh surprise?" followed by 3 heart emojis.

Caitlin came out of the bathroom, walking back to the bed and smoothing her red and blue hair. I felt a little bad that she was going to be naked in likely under 5 minutes. I also felt giddy with excitement. This was better than porn. "We can stop now, I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you."

She scowled at me, and straightening up, she puffed out her small chest, "What?! In my moment of Triumph?" She was affecting a British accent, "I think you overestimate your chances."

I stood up, applauding. "Not sure if siding with the Empire is the best flex, but you do you."

"Oh, you get that?"

"Grand Moff Tarkin, just before the Death Star gets blown up. I didn't realize you were a Star Wars fan."

"I'm not. I had a boyfriend who was a huge Star Wars nerd. I just had a thing for British accents." She flopped on the bed. "Did you get your cards arranged how you need them?"

"Same deck?"

"Let it ride."

It was obvious early on I was going to win this one too. Her green creatures couldn't handle the blue controls, and I had good lands from the start.

"Was the Star Wars boyfriend the same one who taught you to play Magic?"

"I have a confession."

"Oh my God!!" I recoiled in horror. "You weren't assigned female at birth and you're packing?"

She accidentally revealed her cards as she waved them over her pubic area, barely covered by her red laced panties. "Do I look like I'm packing?" She laid back on the bed. "I had never played Magic until a few days ago. I got one of the boys from school to teach me."

I was dumbfounded. "Why?" Her admission implied... "For me?"

"Aunt M is always telling me how great you are, always going on about you, and when she said you coming, well, I wanted to meet you. She sat up, and I studied her face, realizing just how pretty she really was. I assumed she was blond under the wig as her eyebrows were too faint to see. Her upturned nose gave her a regal quality, and her blue eyes and high cheekbones suggested an elflike presence. She was really quite stunning with her pale skin, long limbs and small, pert breasts. The only oddity was her dark brown areola's and nipples. I'd have thought they'd be pinker.

"Hello...," she was waving at me. "My eyes are up here."

"Mine too," I countered, hoping she didn't notice the bulge in my pants. I grinned sheepishly. "You didn't have to learn Magic just to meet me. Or spend money on decks. We could have just hung out."

"No, no, it's been fun, I like it." She flashed a mischievous smile, "Especially since I have you where I want you. Who's turn is it?"

"It's yours." I had forgotten, but knew I was winning that hand. She hung on for a few more turns before it was obvious to her.

"Caitlin. You really don't have to..." she interrupted.

"Uncle Tom, Aunt M wanted me to meet you."

"Please, just Tom."

"Tom," she added.

"I know, but I'm sure she wouldn't want you to..." she interrupted me again.

"She would. She does." Caitlin sounded frustrated. "Oh shit, this is hard. She said you'd be good with this, but it's hard."

"It's OK Caitlin, whenever you're ready."

"When I got sick, everything got crazy. And then we discovered it was the cancer." It all came back to me. This was the niece with the cancer. I remembered they felt the treatment was a success, and that she was expected to go into remission, but I kicked myself for not realizing it sooner. "I was in and out of the hospital, radiation, surgery, and then the chemo." She pulled her wig off, revealing her smooth bald head. "No one wants a girl with no hair." she said, defiance in her eyes, daring me to contradict her.

I didn't. Instead, I just quietly offered, "OK, wig off. The panties stay on. For now."

"What?" was all she was able to say.

"Too late for takebacks. You'll have to lose another game." She simply stared at me for a moment, all of her defiance and embarrassment dissolving into laughter.

"Aunt M said you'd be like that."

"Like what?"

"That you wouldn't care, and you'd make me feel... better."

"Should I?" I paused, "Do you?" and then I chuckled at basically asking her 'should I do you' and wondering if she noticed that. Even without hair, her head was exquisitely shaped. In my eyes It did not detract from her loveliness.

"It's been a year," she whispered, as she crawled over the cards on the bed to me. I put my hand on her cheek, and she turned her head to press into it. I slid my hand upwards, running my fingers along her scalp, feeling the slight bumps on her skull. She closed her eyes as I gently stroked her head and then opened them as my hand slid back and pulled her face closer.

Her electric blue eyes went out of focus as they drew nearer, and I closed mine as I touched my lips to hers. She moaned at that, the slightest touch, and I felt them open as her tongue darted out, belying a hunger I did not expect. She nearly whimpered as my lips parted, tongue extended, and we kissed passionately as I pulled her head in tightly, locking our mouths together.

Our faces swiveled as our lips conformed to new angles and our tongues explored our open mouths as I sucked her breath from her and then returned it with a sigh. She pulled herself closer, her hands now on my shoulders, as I felt her warm body turning sideways to press against mine. Cradling the back of her smooth head with one hand, I reached behind her with the other, turning myself so I was facing down at her, her breasts pressed against my chest.

It was an awkward position, but I didn't care. Her noises of satisfaction were music to my ears, and despite straining muscles as I held my position, I stayed enraptured with her full lips as we greedily made love to one another with our mouths. I had often thought you could tell what kind of a lover someone will be by the way they kiss, and I melted into her knowing that we would both be well serviced by the other.

Eventually, I knew I would have to shift position, so I sat up, turning and pulling her with me so she was half kneeling on my lap. Our faces met level, and I supported her back with my arm, but my other hand was free to roam, and I found her breast as my mouth trailed over her cheek, to her neck. She moaned again as I cupped her breast and kissed from her ear down to her shoulder, pausing to lightly bite the muscle connecting to her neck.

Her breast was firm, perfectly sized for my hand, as I squeezed and kneaded it, kissing her shoulder with quick, rapid pecks. Her nipple swelled, doubling in size as I thumbed it, first flicking it, and then rolling it between that and my finger. Her weight was partially supported by me as she clung to me with both hands, keeping us held tight.

She murmured her approval wordlessly in my ear, her warm breath rapid as she squirmed slightly in my lap. I moved my hand to her other breast, feeling it fully before engorging the other nipple. She moaned again, moving her hand to direct my face back to hers where she kissed me ravenously as I teased her nipple.

She pulled her mouth away and along my cheek to my ear, her hands rubbing my back and shoulder. "Aunt M didn't tell me you were such a great kisser," she whispered breathlessly in my ear.

"Did you ask her?" I said in a low tone, as my hand travelled down to her waist.

She giggled at that. "No."

"Well, next time make sure you ask." She pulled me tighter. "Would it have mattered?"

"I don't know," and she stiffened as she felt my fingers probing the waistband of her panties, and my hand slid over her tight, shapely ass.

"Not fair!" she yelped, pulling her head back. You still have so many clothes on!

"I kept my clothes on fair and square!" I looked into her eyes, looking back at me dreamily in her highly aroused state. Locked onto her, I didn't look down as I started to undo my belt. Her hands slid down to cover mine, as together we released the belt, and then my zipper. I had to displace her to stand beside the bed to drop my pants, and she helped by tugging on the waist of my underwear, freeing my throbbing cock from its fabric confines. Reaching down I stepped out of my pants, and pulled off my socks, taking a moment to catch my breath while she reached out to feel my ass.