She walks across the room as naked as the day she was born and kneels before you. Her arms are placed by her sides with her palms resting flat on her thighs and the curve of her ass resting on the back of her calves. She looks up to you with that familiar smile as she sticks her tongue out waiting. Waiting for you to spill your seed over her pretty face. Waiting to drink you in. You're just about there when you hear, "Uncle Victor? Did you hear me?"
You snap back to the real world and look up to see your niece, Selene, leaning over the table reaching for your cup. "Can I get you a refill on your iced tea?" she repeats in a warm tone. "I'm going up to get another drink and figured I'd grab you one, too," A sweet smile stretches across her pouty lips.
"Ugh, ye-yeah.. Thank you," you manage as shame bubbled up inside of you. "That's your niece, you sick bastard," your mind warns you. Although related by marriage and not by blood, you watched her grow from a snarky teen girl. to a beautiful young lady, to a stunning young woman. The fact that she had just started working for you as an intern had made this a harder change to ignore. Also hard to ignore... the tent currently pressing against the zipper of your pants as you try to get the daydream out of your head while simultaneously watching her dance toward you, greeting other friends and family. Her hips swayed to the music and her breasts bounced as she maneuvered through the crowd.
"Here you are, Mr. Samuels," she teases you like she's serving you a drink at work, "Extra sweet because I delivered it." She winks at you and it catches you both off guard as her eyes break away and you see her cheeks turn a wonderful shade of pink.
"Is she... flirting with me?" you wonder to yourself. "Even more, did she forget for a moment that I was her uncle?" This thought repeats in your head for what seems like minutes, but could only have been mere seconds. "Thank you," you smile briefly, but your gaze stays focused on her face intently. She licks her bottom lip, still looking forward avoiding eye contact, trying to act normal, but her eyes dart to yours and she notices you staring at her. Her cheeks burn brighter.
"Well, I'll see you at work tomorrow. I'm going to go see if mom needs any help cleaning up." She speaks quickly and rushes away before you can say a word, leaving her full drink behind. You discreetly steal glimpses of her walking until she's out of view. "Yeah... I'll see you," you mutter to yourself, catching the lust in your tone. You clear your throat and readjust your posture, taking long sips of your tea attempting to cool yourself down before going to find your wife so that you can head home for the night.
You didn't get a lot of sleep last night. Your mind kept wandering from your daydream, to the sway of her hips, to the accidental wink. So when Selene arrived in a chipper mood acting as if nothing happened, it caused some confusion. "Did I imagine it? Or was it just a wink like you'd wink at your friend? Was she flustered or distracted by something else that caused her to run off? Maybe one of her friends showed up. Probably one of those meat-heads she hangs around with." You look down to see you hand crinkling one of the documents on your desk.
"You okay, Mr. Samuels?" she asked, her eyes on your clenched fist.
"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine.. No worries." You look up to her and she almost looks like she's in a daze now. Her eyes are still glued to your hand. She almost looks as if she's holding her breath. You release the paper and she breathes in time with your release. Her eyes flutter to yours and the same shade of pink kisses her cheeks once more. A slow smirk creeps across your lips as you notice her clenching her thighs together, biting down on her lower lip. "Are you.. okay?" you say in a low husky tone that draws her eyes to yours in an instant. You lean forward in your chair, "What are you hiding, Ms. Spencer?"
"Nothing, Uncle Victor... what's got you so tense?" she asks, trying to draw attention away from herself.
"Nothing, don't change the subject, Ms. Spencer," you grin. She frowns only for a moment as she walks to your desk next to where you're sitting and leans back on it, her cheeks sitting right above the edge of the table. She looks down at her shoes and nibbles on her lip. "Seleney Beany, what's wrong?"
"Ugh, don't call me that, I'm not a child anymore. It was cute when I was 14, but I'm 19 now. I might not have all of life's experiences, but I am a woman now..." she pauses and her eyes flick to yours, "I want you to treat me like one."
"I'm sorry, Selene, it was out of habit, you know I don't think of you as a child anymore. I know you're a grown woman." Your hand eclipses hers as it rests on her thigh nearest you.
She grabs your hand with her other and moves it to her inner thigh. "Show me you think of me as a woman," her voice was now slow and seductive. Like a switch was flipped and she was no longer that cheerful, bubbly Selene. No, this woman was a vixen. She spread her legs further apart and lifted her hand from yours leaving yours there by its lonesome. You are silent, stoic, even, until you aren't. Your eyes blaze with temptation as they wash over her body, forming around the swells of her breasts and the valley between them, then back to the soft thighs that so willingly parted for you.
"Selene, what are you doing?" you ask hesitantly, "I'm your uncle, this isn't right." You start to move your hand away.
"No, Uncle Victor... I mean, Mr. Samuels. I trust you... I want you to show me what it's like to be a woman."
"Jesus Fuck! Does she mean... she can't be-" you assure yourself internally. "Are you... a virgin?" you ask with a sensitive tone showing you are not judging her either way. She nods her head in a small up and down motion. "And no one's ever... touched you?"
"Only myself... but I so badly want to be touched." She places her hands on your desk to her sides and leans back just slightly, opening her body to you more. "I want you to touch me."
Your mind is saying, "Don't you fucking do it, Victor," but you body did not get the message as you find your hand inching toward her warm core. "You're sure?" Your voice hesitates but your hand doesn't, still inching upward. "We can't undo this once it's done," you warn, almost begging her to stop you.
"Yes, I'm sure," her voice is so eager it's almost too lewd for ears. "Touch me... please, Uncle Victor." Your hand ascents to her mound and your fingers rub over her fabric covered slit. "Mmm" she moans softly. That sound alone could make you cum. The pads of your fingers rub from her clit to where her hole is, pressing the silk panties into her moist lips.