When I heard my niece was coming to visit, I was both nervous and surprised. The last time I saw Chloe was when she was twelve years old. Now I hear she's already twenty-two years old and recently married to an older man from San Francisco. My wife, her Aunt Susan, was excited to see her more than anything else in the world. I guess since our two kids already grown up and living on their own, she was just happy to have company.
"She's still coming today?" I asked, sipping my cup of coffee. Susan was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of oatmeal and cooking bacon.
"She's on her way right now, David." She turned and frowned at me. "I thought I told you this last night? Chloe may even stay for the night or two in our guest bedroom."
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Susan wasted no time rushing out of the kitchen to answer the door. I stood up, a little embarrassed to still be in my robe, and listened as I heard Susan animatedly welcome our niece in the house.
Then I saw her, amazed.
Chloe had indeed grown up and she was, without a doubt, more beautiful than I'd imagined. Her eyes were twilight blue and her voluminous hair was a dark brown, which made her looked more like a goddess than an ordinary woman. She wore a flattering housedress and was holding a small suitcase. But she glowed in a way that most women don't and it took me a few seconds to see why: she was about seven or eight-month pregnant.
She smiled at me. "Hey, Uncle Dave. Long time no see." She put down the suitcase and embraced me softly. She smelled wonderful, like musk and fresh roses. I could even feel her big belly pressing against me. She beamed again, lightly touching my arm. Her hand was small and cool.
"Wow," I said, realizing it was the wrong thing to say to a niece I haven't seen for ten years. "It's been too long."
"Yes, way too long." Chloe gave my arm a little squeeze. "Do you still go fishing as much?"
"Well, not as much as I used to." I chuckled, surprised she even remembered I love fishing. "Still go once in a while."
Susan came into the dining room with a big, happy smile. "Sit down, Chloe. I made you some oatmeal."
We all sat down at the table and caught up on things. I've learned that her husband was a lawyer and he couldn't come because he had a trial to prepare for. Married for only a year, Chloe had to put college aside when she found out she was having a baby and was planning to be a full-time mother. While she was talking about this with some enthusiasm, I could tell she wasn't as happy as she claimed to be. It was something in her eyes that told me this.
After a long breakfast, I went ahead and did my own errands for the rest of the day, giving them the freedom to talk about whatever women like to talk about when they're alone. In the afternoon, they both decided to drive into town and have dinner at a restaurant. Before they took off, Chloe gave me a lingering see-ya-later kiss on my lips and squeezed my arm softly. I felt myself blushing when she did this and I think she even knew the effect she was having on me. She seemed to enjoying it, too.
Even when they left, I was feeling urges which I never thought would be possible, especially coming from my own niece. Worst, she was seven-and-a-half month pregnant and the whole taboo subject made me feel even more . . . excited than guilty. In fact, I was starting to feel the kind of exhilaration I only felt when I was a teenager with a crush. It was good to feel young again.
Later that night, I was in bed, reading a book. It was already getting late when they came back, giggling and talking out loud in the house. My wife came to bed, obviously drunk and in high spirits. She gave me a good-night kiss, mentioned she was feeling sleepy, and told me to go read the book in the living room. She also mentioned she had a few apple martinis and Chloe had herself a couple glasses of red wine. It wasn't long before Susan was already half-asleep and mumbling a few incoherent words about our bedroom being too bright.
Irritated, I shut off the lamplight and headed to the living room. Halfway down the hall, it occurred to me that I should say good night to Chloe. However, there was an inexplicable excitement about this scheme. I gave the guest bedroom a light knock, wondering if Chloe had already passed out.
To my surprise, the door opened and standing before me was Chloe, wearing a white nightdress made out of silk. She smiled lazily. "Hello hello, Uncle Dave. I was just thinking about you."
"You were?" I said. I cleared my throat and forced a smile. "Well, I just wanted to say good-night to my one and only niece. Heard you have fun tonight."
Her smile broadened. "It was okay. Why don't you come in? We haven't really had much time to talk."
"You sure? You're not tired?"
She pulled me inside and closed the door behind me. "Not at all," she said. "Besides, it's only ten and I'm not even sleepy. Aunt Sue had a little too much to drink, you know."
I gave a knowing nod and put the book down. For some reason, I could feel a mutual anticipation growing between us, and I couldn't explain it. It was just there, in the air. At the end of the bedroom stood a large bed, covered in giant-sized white feather pillows. The only other furniture was a chaise-longue upholstered in plain cream calico, a French-style closet, and a cheval mirror at the end of the wall, in front of the bed.
Chloe walked across to the bed and turned back to me, smiling softly. Then, without turning around and without even a warning, she lifted off her nightdress and she was completely naked. No bras. No panties. No anything. I felt my heart skipped a beat, too stunned to even comprehend the magnitude of what was happening right now. She had a long, flared back, and very high, rounded buttocks. Her breasts were so big that I could see the half-moon curves of them on either side.
I had to be dreaming . . .
It was when she turned around that I felt the greatest shock and lust. I saw just how unearthly incredible she was, standing before me with a look on her face that showed no inhibition. Her breasts were enormously swollen and big-nippled, and her stomach was like a lunar globe. Her vulva was swollen, too. She had shaved herself so that I, her own uncle, could see the dark blush color of her lips.
In fact, I was feeling so many things at once that they were becoming overwhelming. Her pregnancy made her look even more stunning. That was why her hair shone. That was why her skin glowed. That was why she had the secretive, knowing, self-protective look that caught my eyes in the first place and she was already risking everything by doing this. The fact that she was my blood made the whole pregnant-incest combination even more forbidden—not to mention my wife sleeping down the hall.
"Do you like what you see, Uncle?"
It took me a while to find my voice. "Of course," I muttered. "You're beautiful."
She took a step toward me, making no attempt to hide her nakedness. "I have a confession to make: I'm not happy with my husband. We're not getting along. That was why I came here by myself. I really wanted to see you." She paused and looked at me carefully. "I know you're my uncle and all but . . . I've always had a thing for you."
"You did?" I asked her, feeling a slight phlegm in my throat.
"Yes." She came up to me, very close to my face, and unfastened the top button of my shirt. I looked down at her --at her calm, perfect face; at the trees of pale blue veins in her breasts; at her stiffened, rouge-brown nipples. "I drove here with only one thing on my mind and that was to be with you."
"But, Chloe . . . I'm your uncle and-and you're having a. . ."
"A baby?" She smiled, unfastening another button, and another, and running her fingernails lightly through the hair of my chest. My erection was already pushing through my sweatpants, just begging to come out "I think about you all the time," she said. "Even before I got married. It's strange but I've always wanted you. Do you want me?"
"Yes, I do. More than anything."
"Say you love me, Uncle. My husband doesn't say that to me anymore."
"I love you, Chloe. I've always had."
This time she stood so close that her distended stomach grazed against my budge. "I love you, too, Uncle." She kissed my chest. She unbuttoned the last of my shirt buttons and then she started to pull down my sweatpants. "And I want to prove it to you."
