The next morning I dragged my confused and befuddled but well rested self into my office just off my bedroom. Work waited for no one, not even an oversexed bastard like myself. The guilt was hitting me hard as I got a cheerful email from Susan and it was hard to concentrate as I listened for any sound of stirring from the guest room. I knew I'd have to face what happened last night, take responsibility for it...and make damn sure it didn't happen again. In the cold light of day I could see that. I just had no idea how I was going to bring it up with Kara. I sure as hell didn't really want to.
That was when I smelled the coffee and realized she'd already slipped down to the kitchen without me even hearing her. This realization was soon followed by the sound of her soft tread and a cheerful, "Morning Uncle Bill," as she reached past my shoulder and set a steaming mug of coffee on my desk.
"Hey Kitten," I answered automatically as my pulse suddenly jumped, "Sleep well?"
"Like a rock," she answered with a little laugh, "I need a shower but I wanted to bring you some coffee first. Want me to make us some breakfast when I get out of the shower?"
"Um...sure," I replied, reaching for the coffee.
"Unless you'd rather...come scrub my back?" she added softly and I abruptly choked on it.
Struggling to regain my composure, I slowly turned in my chair to face her. First mistake. She was wearing a short little blue satin robe that echoed the shade of her eyes and through which I could once again clearly see her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric.
"Kara, listen," I began haltingly, "I'm...I'm so sorry about last night. That wasn't fair of me... and I feel like I took advantage of you. It's...it can't happen again." Hating myself with every word.
Her expression went from cheerful playfulness to a hurt I had never seen on it and it felt like a knife twisting in my gut.
"Why would you say that Uncle Bill?" she whispered, her voice trembling, "I... I thought it was something you wanted. I... I liked it. Very much."
"So did I Kitten," I groaned in reply, "I liked it too much. But that's not how it's supposed to be between us. I've always thought of you as a daughter. Susan... your mom... she trusts me with you. She'd flip if she found out and she would be right to do so."
"I wasn't going to tell her," she shot back, her cheeks flushing, "I trusted you too. I thought you could... teach me. Please, don't say no...don't make last night something bad. It wasn't. I wanted it."
Everything in me just wanted to pull her into my arms at that. I felt like the worst sort of bastard. Giving in to her would be wrong I told myself. But hurting her...denying her... felt even more wrong. I stalled for time.
"Go... go take your shower Kitten. We'll...we'll talk more after breakfast."
The hurt look didn't leave her angel's face but she didn't argue. Once she'd left the room I took a personal day from work and logged off my work station. It wasn't as if I was going to get a damn thing done and I had plenty of time accrued.
When I heard her rustling around in the kitchen I dragged myself out of my chair and went downstairs to join her. She made a mean omelette but I didn't know if I'd even be able to taste it once I got a look at her. She wore a short little summer dress, halter top so no bra, its flirty little skirt barely skimming her thighs, the white fabric covered with a print of deep red roses, her tousled golden curls, still damp, trailing down her bare back. I didn't even know she owned such things. No fair kiddo, no fair.
I busied myself with toast and orange juice while she cooked in silence, barely glancing at me out of the corner of her eyes from time to time. We ate in that same silence and then she rose from the table and took our dishes to the dishwasher before turning back to me and saying, "Okay breakfast is over."
I took a deep breath, not at all sure what the hell I was about to say. What came out was, "You're of age Kara. I'm not going to tell you that you don't know your own mind. And I'm...flattered as hell. But I can't...I can't be your boyfriend. It'd complicate your life as much as mine. You're going away to school in just a couple of months and... you need to be free to explore everything that will bring you. I don't want you to feel like you're being held to anything. Do you understand?"
Those big kittenish eyes were locked on my own as she slowly nodded and said, "I understand. I don't even disagree even though I've never met a boy I wanted like I've always wanted you. But if those are your terms then I accept them. Can I kiss you now?"
My mind reeled and all I could do was whisper hoarsely, "God yes. Come kiss me baby girl."
I was about to stand when she simply placed a hand on my chest and pushed me back into the kitchen chair and climbed right into my lap though for the first time ever she straddled me, pressing the sweet warmth between her legs firmly into my crotch, making my already semi-hard cock spring to full attention. The feel of her thinly covered breasts pressed against my chest was as delicious as the soft full lips that met my own and as my arms went around her it was all I could do to keep myself from forcing my tongue into her mouth. Instead I made myself kiss her gently, letting her explore my mouth with her own until her lips parted of their own accord and drew my tongue inside to tangle sweetly with hers.
We sat there welded together, making out like we were both still high schoolers, for what seemed like forever before we came up for air. I kissed the length of her throat and was startled but delighted as she untied her halter top, drawing it down to expose her sweet small but full breasts with their stiff upturned little rose colored nipples. I wasted no time ignoring the invitation and dipped my head to lick and suckle them as they filled my hands just barely to overflowing.
She moaned and whimpered, "Oh! That feels so good Uncle Bill... please...please don't stop."
As if I had any intention of doing so. Though I lowered one hand to her smooth thigh eventually, marveling at her satiny skin as I caressed its inner flesh before stroking my thumb against her satiny panties, making her squirm and rock her hips. The desire to simply put her up on the kitchen table and fuck her right there was almost overwhelming. My cock was pressing painfully against my jeans and rational thought was slowly slipping away as I pushed the damp panties aside and slid my thumb into her heated slickness, groaning against her nipple in my mouth at the incredible feel of her wet little cunt. Her gasp as I did so, followed by a whispered, "Oh yesss..." damn near sent me over the edge but some finally some alarm of self preservation made me pull my head back and look back up at her flushed face, her parted lips, and I whispered urgently, "Kitten... are you a virgin? It's okay if you aren't...I just... I need to know so I can... know what I should do here."