"The smell of your skin lingers on me now. Again I let you slip away back to your hometown without so much as a kiss on the cheek. I hope you know how much I need to talk to you. I'm crying right now and I can't stop. I saw you looking at me during the gathering yesterday. Can we talk?"
CLICK
Eve sent the email and instantly started to freak out. She could see the family scorn, the headlines in the paper. She could smell the stale jail cell and hear the ridicule of her friends and neighbors. Her life was probably over but there was nothing else she could do.
Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
Eve was head over heels in love and lust with her Uncle Seth. He was so sexy with his salt and pepper hair and tattoos. He boasted about how he worked out at the gym four days a week and at forty, he was in better shape than most of the boys her age.
Uncle Seth was funny and kind and always had fatherly advice for Eve. She could always count on him and always enjoyed the family gatherings and holidays, when she could talk and share her life with him. She guessed that she had always loved and admired him but after graduating from high school her feelings had intensified to the extent that her life was nothing but darkness ahead without him. She knew that they were meant to be together but did he? Could she convince him?
As Eve got older she had blossomed into a beautiful woman and had inherited her mother's full bosom and thick curly hair. Uncle Seth seemed to have noticed as well. She was always catching him glancing her way.
Oh, he was very much a gentleman and very discreet about it but she could always tell when he was glancing at her chest or staring just a little bit too long into her eyes when they were in the same room.
Yesterday was the impetus that drove her to finally send her email. It was desperate, poorly written and lacked any tact whatsoever. Eve was drowning and needed Uncle Seth to save her.
Everyone was getting ready to leave Eve's parent's house and head home for the weekend. Uncle Seth seemed to be glancing her way more than normal and when she went to give him a hug goodbye she felt an erection in his pants. Was that from her?? He did feel the same way about her! She tried to call him all this morning and couldn't get through. Should she drive over to his house? He lived forty-five minutes away and she didn't even know if he would be there.
"You have mail!" sounded out of her speakers.
A tear streamed down her cheek and she started to shake. It would be a rejection. She just knew it.
Eve sat looking at her screen for five minutes before she gathered up the courage to open her new message. It was from her Uncle Seth of course. She read it.
"Eve, we have to talk. Can we meet tomorrow? I'll be in your area in the morning. Please don't say anything to your parents about this. We have to set a few things straight and I apologize if you think I've led you on. How about we meet at Freedom Fighters Park, near the timberline at 9:00 am?
Uncle Seth"
Eve instantly replied back yes. This was far more then she had hoped for. He didn't sound angry and this wasn't an outright rejection of her. Eve set out her sexiest bra, top and denim skirt for tomorrow's meeting and braced herself for his possible rejection.
Somehow, though, she already felt better than she had in years. She had finally mustered up the courage to tell Uncle Seth the truth and it wasn't so bad.
In the morning, Eve showered and dressed in the clothes that she had laid out the night before and checked herself out in the mirror. Her top was a low cut frilly shirt that really showed her amazing cleavage. Her tight denim skirt accentuated her curvy hips all the more since she wore thigh high leather boots with very high heels. Eve thought she looked like a dream, and winked at her reflection before leaving her room and house.
