It'd been a rough few months for me; my wife had left me, taking my kid with her. And now it was fucking Christmas. I wasn't exactly in the best mood at the family get-together that afternoon and decided to leave early.
"I'm gonna go home and watch Die Hard," I told everyone.
"Die Hard?" My mother asked.
"Yea. It's a classic Christmas movie, you know."
"If you say so," she half-chuckled.
"Can I come?" Suzy, my 18-year-old niece, asked.
"Yea. Sure," I shrugged.
"You want me to stop by and get her later?" Her mother, my sister, asked.
"Naw. I can bring her home later."
"Unless I spend the night," Suzy volunteered.
"True," I agreed.
Me and Suzy had a unique relationship. Since I was only nine when she was born we were less uncle-niece and more like cousins. She seldom even called me "Uncle," and I never insisted she did. So, her wanting to join me, and possibly staying the night, was normal. In fact we'd spent a lot of time together since my wife had left. She was fun and comfortable company for me, and I provided her unrestricted time out of the house.
We got to my place, nuked some popcorn, cracked open a couple beers, and put in the movie. We each half-sat/half-lay at opposite ends of the couch, sipping our beers and snacking on the popcorn. About halfway through the movie I started feeling cramped.
"Hey, you mind if I stretch out?" I asked.
"Not if I can join you."
So we settled in, spoon fashion, with my back against the couch and her in front of me, the top of her head inches below my nose. Like I said, we had a unique relationship so this kind of casual snuggling wasn't unusual. As we lay there it was only natural for my one hand to rest on her waist. Like a lot of girls her age she had a habit of wearing shirts that were just too short to tuck in, and when they raise their arms a bit of flesh shows. This day it was a long sleeved sweater, since we live in the north and it was December, but it still rode up as she lay with her hands up under her head. This meant my hand settled partially on her flesh.
To my surprise I felt two very distinct things with that initial contact.
The first was a familiar surge running through me. I say familiar because I'd felt it many times before with women, but never with Suzy. Not with my niece. No. Our casual snuggling had never been anything more than harmless comfort.
Or had it? I asked myself because of the second thing I felt.
That was her body kind of shimmying back against me, including her ass near my crotch.
Had she been any other girl, I would have instantly taken it as a signal. One that I wouldn't have hesitated to follow-up on.
But she wasn't any other girl.
Now I want to be clear. I had never thought of my niece in that way, but I did recognize that she was very pretty, and the number of boys chasing after her the last few years supported this belief. She had long brown hair which she liked to pull back in a sporty ponytail, so that her fresh features with sparkling eyes and delicate lips weren't hidden. She stood a few inches over five feet with a body that wasn't rail thin, nor plump, but had delicate curves at the right spots.
Just put it away, Jay. I told myself. She did not just rub back against you for any reason other than she was getting comfortable. She is not putting any moves on you and, more importantly, YOU are not putting the moves on your niece.
With that I turned my attention back to the movie. Or more correctly, I tried to.
I lay there, unable to ignore the aroma of her shampoo. Or the firm pressure of her supple body against mine. Or the warmth of her flesh under my palm. A couple times I shifted, my hand moving this way or that, and each time I swear I felt her flesh quiver with the renewed contact.
So I lay there, torturing myself through the remainder of the movie. An ache building in my body that would have been completely natural had she been any other girl, while my mind cursed me for having that ache because she wasn't any other girl.
It was even worse when she would shift, her body rubbing against mine for a moment as she settled into a slightly different spot.
Even with all that torment it depressed me to watch the McClanes get into Argyle's limo and ride off, signaling the movie's end-credits. That depression bothered me, as again, it didn't seem appropriate given the circumstances.
But, none the less, it was there.
"Let's watch another," Suzy said.
"Ok, what?"
"Let's find something on Netflix."
I felt yet another pang of shame over my reaction to this suggestion as it appealed to me for a couple reasons that were . . . well, wrong. For one, it meant that we didn't have to move. We could stay right where we were, our bodies snuggling together, while we used the remote to make it happen. For another . . . Netflix and chill. (Yea, it won't be long before that single reference will date this story.)
I let Suzy take control of the remote, letting her select the movie while I actually started to consider how I might make a move.
No! I scolded myself. I swear I did. What the fuck are you thinking? She's your niece!
At that exact moment she shifted. She rolled back slightly, rubbing her ass against me in what I tried desperately to tell myself was an innocent act.
She's just trying to get comfortable while working the remote. I told myself. But I guess I wasn't convincing, because this thought was immediately followed by a much different one. But what if that's not it? What if she does want to? Then I nearly stripped my mental transmission as I quickly shifted gears again. Wait! What? No! Don't! Are you fucking insane man? This is your niece your talking about! Fuck!
I was so wrapped up in this private argument that I didn't notice which movie she'd selected until it was a few minutes in. That was when I realized it was a foreign one I'd recently checked out during a particularly dark and lonely night. To my surprise it'd proven to be rather risqué, falling somewhere just short of porn.
"Um, Suze," I stuttered. "Are you sure you wanna watch this?"
"What's the matter, Uncle Jay, can't you handle it?" Her tone was both playful and challenging.
"No, um- I'm good. As long as you are."
"Mmm-hmm," was her only response, as she shifted back against me again.
So what the hell was that?! Again I couldn't decide if I was misreading innocent miscues, or ignoring actual signals. And even if they were actual signals, did I actually want to do anything about them? I mean, she was my niece. God, this is worse than my first time!
We lay there, watching the movie unfold, our individual body heats mingling. As the first sexual scene played out I heard Suzy's breathing grow shallow, indicating that it was having some effect on her. I noticed it was also affecting me. Blood was pulsing to my cock, making it grow within my jeans. Realizing that my niece might feel it against her backside I felt my cheeks redden a little and started to consider extracting myself from our position. But then her body shifted again, her hips rolling slightly as she . . . I SWEAR . . . rubbed herself back against my growing member.
Alright. So maybe I'm not imagining things here. Damn it, let's see what happens. I told myself, summoning a courage I'd never thought I'd need . . . or want. But then I stopped myself. Wait. Just fuckin' wait man. Again, she is your NIECE. Even if she is open to the idea, that kind of shit's wrong man. And what if you are misreading it all? What if she freaks out on you 'cause you try something? What then man?
So I kept myself in check and once again tried pushing aside any such notions.
It wasn't easy though. While that first scene soon ended, it wasn't long before another began to unfold. Like I said, it wasn't an actual porn so it didn't show a lot of things. But it sure as hell showed enough.
Again Suzy's breathing changed as the couple on the TV got further and further into it. I swear I also heard a couple of quiet sighs come from her. Then she moved again. Only this time it wasn't a simple shift. It was an intentional wiggling of her entire frame, firmly pressing her ass back against me. This caused my hand to slip forward, my outstretched fingers brushing her abs. She inhaled sharply and her entire body shivered.
Ok. Ok. So THAT happened.
I now felt certain about one thing; my niece was aroused.
Lying there with me on the couch, our bodies pressing together, my sweet 18-year-old niece was becoming sexually aroused.
I knew this. Yet I knew so little else.
Was this all a result of the movie? Had she not realized just how . . . involved it got? Or how it might affect her? Plus, what, if anything, did she intend to do about it? I'd gotten blue-balls enough to know women didn't always get laid when they were aroused. Of course it was still a mystery to me why this was, or what they did instead, but I knew it happened. And it seemed to me that this situation would certainly qualify as an example. I mean, I was her uncle. Not a boyfriend. Or a date. Or . . . or anything like that. I was her fucking uncle.
For all I knew she was at that very moment trying desperately to figure out a way to extract herself from the situation while protecting her pride. After all, she'd been the one to choose the movie and kind of challenge me.
That's right, she did, didn't she? And she's not extracting herself, I thought. She could just sit up and move to the end of the couch, or even to the chair. But she isn't. She's staying right here . . . snuggling back against me . . . rubbing her ass against me. Ok. So, what the fuck are you gonna do about this? Come on, Jay. What are you gonna do?
How she chose that exact moment to kind of shimmy against me again, I don't know.
But she did.
And again she rubbed her ass firmly back against me . . . and I do mean FIRM-LY.
It was the signal my male hormones wouldn't allow me to ignore. They drove me to make a move, one from which I would have had a hard time extracting myself from, but one that I needed to make . . . to get clarification about what was happening.
I scooted down, bringing my mouth level with her ear. I also slid my hand completely onto her belly, my fingertips dancing back and forth over her flesh.
She inhaled sharply. Her abs quivered.
"You okay?" I whispered, her ponytail allowed my breath to swirl within her ear.
