I
As winter break commenced, Andy Robinson was excited to be going to a family reunion for a few days where he could reconnect with people he rarely saw on a regular basis. While Andy was part of a close family, his parents raised him and his siblings to be independent, which then allowed everyone to go their own way and do their own thing. Despite this, Andy's family remained close regardless of the distance or time away from one another.
Andy was particularly close to his niece Charlotte, who the family called Charli for short. Even though there was a fourteen year difference between the two of them, it never seemed to matter and certainly never diminished the bond they shared. However, while neither of them knew it before the reunion, that bond was going to strengthen immeasurably and take their relationship to a whole new level.
Arriving early, Andy had already made himself comfortable with a book on his lap and a glass of bourbon in his hands by the time Charli made her entrance. She was radiant as always and, perhaps like wine, she was getting better with age. They embraced and immediately started catching up on events that had transpired in their lives.
Other family members arrived, dinner was served, and the conversation increased in volume and liveliness. Families are strange things. On the one hand, they are comforting and familiar, and on the other constricting and annoying. At present, both Andy and Charli basked in the warmth of their surroundings and the security of being around those they loved and who loved them.
As the evening came to a close, Andy made his way up to his room to settle in for the night. Charli would be in the room adjacent to his and, by coincidence, they would be sharing a bathroom. While she remained downstairs, Andy decided this would be the best time to take a shower since he would have the bathroom all to himself. So, he quickly undressed and began washing off.
When Andy turned off the water and stepped out of the shower Charli was standing by the sink staring at him. Andy jumped in the air, "Jesus, Charli, you scared the shit out of me. Why didn't you say you were here?"
Charli chuckled, "I didn't mean to scare you. I was just brushing my teeth and didn't want to bother you."
"Oh," was all Andy could say. Realizing he was standing fully naked with water running down his body, he quickly reached over to grab his towel and cover up.
Charli just smirked at him, winked her eye and said, "You've got a nice dick," and then walked out of the bathroom leaving Andy both embarrassed and turned on.
Andy made his way back to his room thinking about the scene that had just played out with his niece while the member between his legs continued to grow. Andy thought that he probably shouldn't be thinking about what just happened, but he had to admit he was very turned on.
It's not like she's a kid anymore
, he thought,
she's as much an adult as I am
.
Andy dried off, put on a pair of boxer-shorts and lay down on his bed lost in thought. As he jerked himself off, a usual nighttime event anyway, Andy thought about his niece looking at his body and wondered what she looked like naked. After he climaxed, Andy wiped himself clean and slept soundly.
Unbeknownst to him, Charli was laying on her bed rubbing her clit and picturing the shape and size of Andy's cock as it dangled between his legs. She imagined what it looked like hard and fantasized about taking his erect member in her mouth. When she, too, had climaxed, Charli rolled over and dozed off immediately.
As Andy got dressed the next morning he speculated on how awkward things might be between Charli and himself now, and hoped that she didn't mention what happened last night because he wasn't sure what to say about it. The more Andy thought things over, the more he realized that what had happened between them was actually nothing.
So she saw my dick, big deal
, Andy thought.
I'm sure she's forgotten all about it by now
.
She hadn't.
The morning proved to be nothing exceptional -- it was completely ordinary in every way. Andy and Charli greeted each other warmly and continued their conversation from the previous night without a flicker of embarrassment or awkwardness. And that is exactly how the day progressed as well, which was a relief to Andy as much as it was to Charli.
Still, Andy could not help but be curious about why Charli was in the bathroom to begin with, although by supper time that evening he figured it was simply nothing and he refused to worry or think about the incident anymore. He happily started drinking.
As the clock crept toward midnight, Andy and Charli found themselves the only two remaining in the spacious living room of the rented house their family had reserved for the reunion. A warm, blazing fire cast a shimmering golden hue around the room as the wood popped and snapped from the heat.
Having drank his share of bourbon this evening, Andy naturally felt lightheaded and relaxed. Charli had imbibed as well, alternating between spiked lemonade and hard cider, and she was equally woozy and comfortable as the effects of the alcohol soothed her. Inevitably, the conversation between them turned to what had happened the previous night.
"You know, you gave me quite a shock last night," Andy said as he shifted noticeably in his seat and took another drink from his glass. "I had no idea you were there."
"Yeah -- I could tell," said Charli as she pivoted on the couch to face Andy more directly. "Your head nearly hit the ceiling when you came out of the shower." She grinned openly.
Not really knowing what else to say Andy replied, "I...I hope I didn't embarrass you."
"No, not at all," Charli answered. "Were you embarrassed?"
Andy thought for a moment before responding, "No. Not really. Surprised, certainly, but not embarrassed. I thought I would be afterwards but I wasn't."
"Good. You have nothing to be embarrassed about," Charli said as she took sip of her drink and winked at Andy in the same way she had last night.
Andy smiled and winked back at her before saying, "Don't you think we should feel at least a little weird? I mean, I
am
your uncle."
Without pausing she answered firmly, "No."
Taken back by Charli's quick and definite answer, Andy could only stare at her.
Has she been thinking about last night as much as I have
, he wondered? After a considerable time and a couple more swallows of bourbon, Andy finally asked, "Why not?"
Charli answered immediately, as if she had already asked herself this same question since last night's episode and had come to some kind of conclusion, "I think it's only natural to be curious about what other people look like naked and, seriously, it's only a dick. I've seen a few of those before." They both giggled.
After some more time elapsed, giving Andy an opportunity to drink some of his bourbon, he said, "Fair enough. It's not like you're a child anyway. For Christ's sake you're a grown woman in her 30s."
"Um, I'm 25," Charli answered teasingly. She always said she was 25, even though that age had passed her by almost a decade ago.
"Ok, whatever. You're still an adult either way," replied Andy, who had no problem appeasing her whim on age. Truthfully, she hardly looked older than 25 anyway.
The two of them sat in the living room in silence, drinking their alcohol and simply enjoying being in each other's company. They saw one another so infrequently that it was nice just to be together.
Yet, the effects of Andy's liquor began to substantially sink into his system and impair his judgment. Without hardly realizing what he was saying or that he was even talking out loud Andy said, "I ended up going back to my room and jerking off."
Charli shifted her gaze from the slowly fading fire, the effects of drinking leaving a heavy look on her face. At last she said, "Awesome. I played with myself too."
Looking up, Andy inquired, "Really? That's cool." Having already seen his dick, it really didn't seem too unusual or awkward to talk about masturbating. Andy was coming to the realization that he felt comfortable talking to Charli about practically anything sexual in nature.
"I pretty much play with myself every night," said Charli bluntly, interrupting his cognitive reverie. She was now staring at Andy, either looking for a response or to see if he would get embarrassed.
Andy looked over at her and said, "So do I. Great minds think alike I guess." He tipped his bourbon toward her in a silent salute.
"We're cut from the same cloth. We both seem to be virtual composites of the other. Must be because we're related," stated Charli.
Andy processed what Charli had said and then replied, "Yes. The fact that we are related must have something to do with it. I'm horny all the time."
"Yeah -- me too," Charli answered without hesitation. Chuckling to herself she continued, "I'm wet right now."
Andy chuckled to himself and stared over at Charli, unsure of what to say and not knowing where this conversation was heading but increasingly eager to find out. For a while the two of them sat in silence, listening to the dying embers in the fireplace and sipping their drinks. Eventually, and after much thought, Andy said, "It's too bad we are related or we could really help each other out."
Charli stared at Andy across the living room, raised her eyebrow and asked, "Why should it matter if we're related?" Then she leaned back into the cushions of the couch and waited for Andy to respond.
Finally, he answered, "I don't know, actually. It would be quite a lot of fun. I don't even think it would bother me at all that you're my niece."
"Of course it wouldn't bother you, you've been drinking for five hours and probably couldn't get it up anyway," Charli said as she took another sip of her cider and stared over at Andy. Then, when a few minutes had passed and the tension seemed to have thickened between the two of them Charli added, "Sex is what people are meant to do. It's what we were made for. Everybody wants to lay down barriers about who you should have sex with or who you shouldn't. That just complicates the shit out of things."
Andy had to admit this made quite a lot of sense, and not just because he was seriously inebriated. In truth, he had pretty much come to this conclusion years ago after his divorce. Being married had constricted him in a way he had never experienced before, and that constriction was a result of all the expectations he put on himself as a husband as well as the pressures that society placed on him to conform to certain standards and morals.
