Chapter 3
The door opened quietly and the two girls walked slowly into the room, Emma leading the way. They both had on the plush hotel robes as I'd instructed them to. I could see that Emma had quickly washed the remnants of Sharon's discharge off her face before coming to my room. As Sharon followed close behind Emma, she was visibly trembling with anxiety and her eyes were definitely welling up with tears. My 18-year old niece and her 19-year old best friend took just a couple of steps into the room and stood still, waiting for me to say something. Sharon had her arm through Emma's, a need for support and comfort more than anything else.
"Okay, you two, have a seat over there," I said as I motioned towards the bed. They moved over and sat on the side of the bed facing me. As they sat down, the lower part of Sharon's robe fell open a bit and before she quickly gathered it around her, I could see that she had put on the matching white panties to her bra. They both sat facing me with nervous looks on their faces; Sharon was even wringing her hands together. Before I said a further word, I started pacing back and forth before them like an expectant father. As they watched me pace back and forth without saying anything, I could tell that their anxiety over what I was going to do was growing by the minute. Of course for Emma, it was all part of her well-acted part. Finally, I stopped and faced them.
"So, can you explain yourselves?" I asked them.
"We...uh...we weren't really doing anything, Uncle Jeff," Emma said in a pleading voice.
"It certainly didn't look that way to me," I said firmly.
"We were just...you know...we were just having a bit of fun. Right Sharon?" Emma said as she looked at her nervous friend for support.
"Yeah, just a bit of fun, Sir," Sharon stammered. She was so worried that the playful "Uncle Jeff" had gone by the wayside and she had unconsciously switched to the respectful "Sir".
"It looked like more than just a little innocent fun to me. From seeing the two of you together, I'd say you've done that before. Am I right?"
"Yes, Uncle Jeff," Emma said demurely and they both let their heads hang down in shame a little bit.
"How long has this been going on then?"
"Just for the last week or so."
"Just the last week. Well, that's good to know." I paced back and forth a few more times before stopping and facing them again. "What do you think your parents would say if they knew about this?"
"Oh please, Uncle Jeff," Emma said imploringly, "please don't tell them."
"Please, Sir," Sharon chimed in. "My parents would kill me if they knew. Please don't say anything to them." I paced again for a minute before speaking once more.
"You two have put me in a very difficult position. Your parents trusted me to take care of you and look out for you. And now this! How am I supposed to explain that to them?"
"You don't need to say anything, Uncle Jeff. You are taking care of us. Nobody got hurt or anything. It's just...it's just something that makes us both feel good."
"Yeah, nobody got hurt, Sir," Sharon nodded eagerly in agreement to what Emma had just said.
"So you both enjoy that?" I said as I looked from one to the other.
"Yes, very much," Emma said as she turned and looked at Sharon.
"Sharon, you too?" I asked as I faced her directly.
"Yes, Sir. I like it too."
"Please, Uncle Jeff, I promise we'll be good for the rest of the trip. Just don't say anything to our parents. We'll do anything you want us to, right Sharon?"
"Yeah, we'll do whatever you tell us to do. Please promise me you won't say anything to my parents?" She was almost pleading with me now. Good, this was going just the way I hoped it would.
"I don't know what I should do," I said as I started pacing back and forth again. I let them suffer for another minute or two before stopping and facing them once again.
"So, are you two...are you lesbians?"
"NO!" Emma blurted out.
"No," Sharon added emphatically.
"Well, that's the way it looked to me. Do either one of you have a boyfriend?"
"No, we don't."
"Have either one of you ever been with a boy?"
"No, Uncle Jeff," Emma said slowly and then hung her head again.
"Sharon?" I asked her.
"I...I guess not. A boy from school tried to kiss me once at a party but he was so clumsy and awkward that I pushed him away and just went home."
"Maybe you are lesbians and just don't know it. If you haven't been with a boy, it's pretty hard for you to say," I told them as I stood before them. I crossed my arms over my chest to give my opinion an added air of authority.
"But, Uncle Jeff, how would we know for sure?" Emma asked innocently.
"Well, you'd probably have to be with a boy to see how that made you feel."
"All the boys we know are stupid. Don't you think so, Sharon?"
"Yeah, I can't think of any of the boys I know that I'd want to be with."
"What about you, Emma? There must be somebody you know that you care about and trust," I asked her in a soothing caring voice.
"No, they all just act like idiots to try and impress you. I can tell they only care about themselves." She sat there for a second with a puzzled look on her face before she broke into a big grin. It was like a light bulb went on in her head. "I know," she said cheerfully, "what about you, Uncle Jeff?"
"What?" I asked as I threw up my hands questioningly.
"You. You care about us. We trust you. You wouldn't hurt us. What do you think Sharon?"
"Yes! You're always nice to us, Uncle Jeff," Sharon responded with a more hopeful look on her face. And there was the "Uncle Jeff" again instead of the "Sir". Obviously she was starting to relax and feel more comfortable.
"No, Emma. I couldn't do that." I said as I shook my head from side to side.
"Why not? Don't you care about us, Uncle Jeff?" Emma asked as she gave me those doe-like eyes again.
"Of course I care about both of you. It just wouldn't be right, I'm your uncle."
"But Uncle Jeff, I don't care about that. It actually makes it better because I know you love me and care about me. I can't think of anybody I'd rather find out with than you," Emma said sincerely. Her acting was great. She was almost misty-eyed as she looked at me imploringly.
"Oh, Emma. Thank you for saying that. I kind of understand what you mean but I just don't know," I said with a tone to my voice that made it seem like I was considering it.
"What do you think, Sharon? Don't you think Uncle Jeff should help us with this?" Here it was, the moment of truth. If she was gonna back out, now would be the time for her to say something.
"I...uh..." I looked at her as she fumbled for words and you could see both the uncertainty of the whole situation and a deep curiosity fighting for control in her mind.
"It's okay, Sharon," I said as I reached out and touched her shoulder gently, "you can tell us what you really think. Don't be afraid."