Note to readers: I won't share her name, but someone who enjoys my stories sent me an email expressing her appreciation for the way they slowly build with sexual tension. She said they were 'juicy and delectable' and that women enjoy that. I thanked her then received a follow-on email asking if I take requests. She said she'd like to read about a young girl living with her uncle who learns to pick up on his sexual cues as he gradually seduces her. She's resistant at first but finds herself wanting him more and more until she can no longer resist. Her name is Olivia and this is her story.
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"Oh...my...God! What is that?"
"That's the new girl."
"Eeew! I mean, most of the time I say there's hope for anyone but there really is an exception to every rule and she's standing right there. Who is she?"
"Olivia something-or-other. I heard her mom's really sick. I guess her uncle moved them here so he could help out or whatever."
"If he wants to help out, he should start with his niece. My God. Look at her! Her hair looks like it was just chopped off with an axe and it's all like greasy and...nasty. And those clothes! And those shoes! And that...bag. If you can even call it a bag. I bet she smells as bad as she looks. Did I saw 'eeew' yet?"
The two biggest snobs in the senior class were always ready, willing, and able to size up any new member of the student body—free of charge, of course. They'd just given Olivia Wilson the once-over and found her wanting in every category.
Olivia knew exactly what they were doing. She was used to it. It was the same thing girls like them did to her at the Catholic school she'd attended in her old home town where she'd lived all her life. This was only her first day in public school and she'd already been declared 'unclean' by the Sanhedrin of Sumner High School which was located about 35 miles due south of Seattle.
Moving hadn't been a big deal for her. Olivia didn't really have any friends growing up and she definitely didn't have a boyfriend. Her mother was a very strict Catholic woman and she'd kept Olivia under her thumb her entire life. Her dream for her daughter was that she would enter a convent directly after high school and avoid the pitfalls of boys, marriage, and...sex...which was a four-letter word in their home.
Olivia had grown up without a dad. In fact, she had no idea who her father even was. The only time her mother had even mentioned him she made an oblique reference to 'that dirty boy who did that to me' and that was that. One day she hoped to find out who he was and maybe even have a relationship with her. For now, she was content to try and get to know her Uncle Lucas who was five years younger than her mother. She'd met him once before when she and her mother took the bus from Portland to Seattle to go to his wife's funeral. They'd been married just five years when she lost her battle with breast cancer and Olivia was much too young to understand any of it. All she remembered was her mother telling her she was not to cry for any reason. She hadn't cried, but she did feel bad for her Uncle Luke. He seemed like such a kind man and she remembered wishing he could be her daddy. She innocently mentioned that to her mother and had received a sharp slap across the face followed by a diatribe about her proclivity for harlotry or something like that.
Olivia was now 19 having been held back once in the second grade. Her mother was 42 and her Uncle Luke had just turned 37. He had a very large, very nice house and he'd taken her and her mother in and given them each their own room. He was also paying for the nursing care that was now required 'round the clock which she knew had to be very expensive. She didn't know exactly what he did, but she knew he had money. And judging by his home and the car he drove, he had a lot of it.
The two things she loved most about living there were having her own room and having someone to talk to. Her mother had no interest in trivial things like chatting with her daughter or offering affection. Her role, she'd told Olivia many times, was to instill a love of Holy Mother Church, The Holy Father, The Blessed Virgin, the Saints and the fear of God. Over the years Olivia learned that really meant a fear of boys and that horrible, no-good, four-letter word her mother refused to say or allow to be spoken in their home.
Her Uncle Luke was different. He'd also been raised Catholic but never went to mass or confession. He laughed often, smiled a lot, and seemed to really enjoy talking with his niece. In all honesty, he did nearly all of the talking. Olivia mostly nodded and answered in one or two-word sentences. She'd never had a father, never had a boyfriend, and never even been on a date so talking to men—any man—was something that made her very uncomfortable. Uncle Luke was not just a father figure to her now, he was also a kind of secret fantasy about which she had vowed never to speak. He was so tall and handsome and she loved his dark hair and his warm smile almost as much as his gentle eyes. He was kind and caring and he made sure she had real food and a warm place to sleep where she was safe from the outside world.
He'd offered to let her go shopping with his credit card once, but her mother overhead him and forbid it. Although she was barely able to speak she called out in her small voice, "She doesn't need new clothes, Lucas! Nuns don't need clothes. They need piety and humility. She'd just end up dressing like a harlot and before you know it she'd be living in sin. She has everything she needs so no..." She began coughing so hard she could no longer speak. Her nurse gave her an injection of some kind and she was able to stop coughing but it also caused her to fall asleep. Mercifully, the latest round of berating ended.
Her uncle had taken her aside and said, "I can't imagine how difficult it's been for you, Olivia. Your mom is my sister and I love her dearly, but she's been so deeply indoctrinated she can't help but see sin and the devil everywhere she looks."
Olivia told him, "But isn't he always out there, tempting us to sin?"
He went to put his strong hand on her shoulder and she reflexively pulled away. "Sorry, honey. I didn't mean to startle you. Listen, it's not my place to contradict what your mother teaches you. All I'll say is don't believe in things like that."
"You don't?" Olivia asked with incredulity. "But you do believe in God and in Holy Mother Church, right?"
He smiled politely and said, "No, actually I don't, sweetheart. Not anymore. I gave up on all of that several years ago." He said, "I went to church every morning when your Aunt Kelli was sick and I lit candles and prayed for her right up until the day she died. After that, I realized there wasn't anyone 'up there' listening. I've never been back and I'll never set foot inside a church again." He realized she must be wondering about what he'd do when her mother passed away because he said, "I will however, make an exception to that rule when the time comes."
Olivia didn't know how long her mother had left, but she knew it couldn't be long. She mostly slept all of the time now and she barely ate. She had pancreatic cancer and she was tiny and frail and as much as Olivia feared her, she loved her mother and the thought of losing her made her incredibly sad. She was just thankful she now had someone she could talk to and lean on when the time came.
One week later she learned the answer. Her uncle had asked her to stay home from school when he gently informed her just how bad things were. "The doctor was here around 4am, Olivia. He told me it's just a matter of hours now. I didn't want to wake you up to tell you that, but now that you're up, it might be best if you went and said goodbye to her."
Olivia knew this day would come, but it still made her sick to her stomach when she heard the news. She walked into her mother's bedroom and heard the repetitious sound of the ventilating machine filling her lungs with air followed by a hissing sound. The nurse was taking her pulse when she walked in.
"Good morning, dear," the RN said. "I'm assuming your uncle talked to you already?"
