Naughty Niece
or
Playtime by The Pool
"Oh, G.C.. It gives me such pleasure to see you happy."
"Jenny, it makes me happy that I can give you pleasure."
"Well, with your tongue licking my pussy so incredibly, you don't leave me any other course."
As I looked up from between my nieces' thighs I couldn't argue with this logic. It was another beautiful day in the neighborhood and my niece was doing what she does best. Making her uncle come.
It had all started with my cell phone chirping four months ago. It seems my brother-in-law was getting posted immediately overseas for a top position to the US legation in Moscow. My younger sister would be leaving within a few weeks to join him but there was a Jenny problem. It was her second year at Orange County Community College and what with classes etc and all her friends etc. they didn't want to totally disrupt her whole life. Would I take her in until graduation in June? She's the only child of my only sister so how could I say no?
I am unattached and happily so. I have a contrarian streak and if someone says, "Jump" I do NOT answer how high. I might say what about walking or how about not jumping today or how about you jump in the lake!
For this reason I have my own one man company developing my own inventions. A one person inventor's fund. And consequently, in a perfect position to be 'Uncle'.
Well, I helped my sister as much as possible with her move. (Try moving to Moscow in two weeks and the things you never think about twice are suddenly very large) The State Department was going to pay the mortgage etc. but every thing else had to be shut down, closed up, shut off and otherwise handled.
Two weeks on and I was driving to LAX with my sister as she had her last person-to-person with Jenny. The usual be goods and be carefuls and study hards and listen to your uncle and here's the numbers and a thousand other airport departing clichés.
We got my sister on the plane and as it was Saturday and no school I asked Jenny what she wanted to do. She replied that she was going to the movies later with two of her girlfriends so back to my house was fine.
My house. This was going to be tricky. I built a one level with pool and workshop and the usual amenities. Large library and media room. Medium sized kitchen and bedroom. Large bathroom with tub and shower and Jacuzzi. But the only guest room shared this bathroom. There was a toilet and vanity separated by a second door, but still. I only have one sister so who was going to stay over? Besides, out of towners wanted to be near the beach. Which is where I sent them if they showed up at the front door with a sad story and a suitcase.
So. Jenny and a common bathroom. Did I tell you what my niece looks like? No less an august publication than
Sand and Surf
named Jenny and the two future moviegoers as Hermosa Beaches' #s 1, 2 and 3 in their poll of readers. The classic beach look. Blonde, tanned and curvy. More particularly, Jenny is 5' 8" with shoulder length hair and blue eyes. A lovely body, 34 C (I've checked), and the snarkey sense of humor that runs in our family. Did I tell you about the bathroom?
"Uncle Graham?"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Anne and Carlie are going to come over for a swim before we go out to dinner and the movie. I want to show them the house. O.K.?"
"Sure. I'll be in the workshop any way."
Numbers 1, 2 and 3 at my house. In my pool. In bikinis. This was going to make working on a new prototype of a cash register drawer interesting. While I'm working on gears and pulleys, three girls were having each and every inch of their epidermis caressed by my water. Concentrate, concentrate.
I was trying to work on a particular aspect of the opening protocol of the drawer when……
There was a knock on the door from the pool deck to the shop and Jenny poked her head in.
'Uncle Graham, I want you to come and meet my friends."
I walk out to the pool and see across the way heaven-in-a-two-piece. Anne and Carlie were twenty car pile-up gorgeous. As Jenny introduced me to them, I could tell they were some weird combination of shy, nervous, excited, happy?
"I'm glad to meet you. I hope you all can help Jenny the rest of the year while her parents are away. I'm just her bachelor uncle and don't know all the ways around her school and everything."
The three of them giggled and bounced on their toes, glanced at each other and generally did the 'Aw shucks' routine. Something was going on but I didn't have a clue.
"Glad to meet you. Feel at home. Fridge, sodas etc. There's a music system over by the pool house. iPod ready. Just dock it and hit ⇒."
I walked back across the deck and went back into the shop but not before looking over my shoulder for a quick second. I shuddered.
Next morning. I'm taking a shower and trying to remember who poisoned my Absolute. Oh yea. I guess I was over served while watching Liverpool vs. Wolverhampton last night. Trying so hard not to think about pools and water and skin. Trying not to think of elephants. You know how
that
works.
I'm a little groggy while toweling off when Mr. Happy wakes up too. One thing leads to another and I'm sitting on the Jacuzzi deck flipping through my girlie mags. Now let me just state right here that I am unattached, not unconscious. I have FWBs too, but my right hand never asked me to buy a $450 pair of shoes! Or buy $1000 plane tickets for a second cousin twice removed out of town across the country five-day wedding!
Mr. Happy is getting happier by the second when I hear something in the half bath leading to Jenny's room. The door opens just before I 'm able to put the towel to good use.
"Sorry. I was just going to take a shower. I'm so used to having my own bathroom and everything."
"Yea. We'll have to work out some signal. Like on a plane. You know,
Occupado
. I'll be done in a minute Sweetheart."
This was going to be more difficult than I thought.
Well, it's Sunday and all. The NYT and a strong cup of coffee and a nice English muffin. Ah, lovely. Meanwhile, I am going to have to change some of the basics at 2235 Hubbard Ave. No more smoking in the house (sue me). Mr. Happy can only visit when Jenny is at school. And general ship shaping up.
I also decided to redo Jenny's room. New sheets etc. A new TV and a new desk and bookshelf. A new wireless printer/copier for her Mac Book. A new wireless upgrade for the house as a whole. (And you lot thought I was a cheap bastard. I'm not constitutionally opposed to expenditures.)
A whirlwind of stores and parking lots and malls later, we were well on the way to redoing her room. Some things would be shipped later in the week so it was going to be a project. It gave some Jenny to her own room and gave her some things to keep her busy to ease the transition.
"Jenny, what do you want to do for dinner?"
"I don't know. How about you?"
"Well, we could do Italian. A place over on Escondido does great eggplant Parm. And they deliver too, so no hassle. With their house salad."
"Could Anne and Carlie come for dinner too?"
Right. I'm going to say no?
"Sure. It's six o'clock now. I'll call for delivery at eight."
There is a breezeway that leads from the driveway to the pool so I didn't see Anne and Carlie arrive. It was getting dark and the lights over the deck are muted for the neighbor's sake. I'm drinking some red and watching the EPL and all is right with the world. Through the window behind my chair I could look out at the pool. I see three shadowy figures and a lot of leaning in to whisper in ears and looks at the house and standing up to walk around and come back to whisper again.
Delivery is approaching so I get up to set the table and generally put on my feast provider hat. The food arrives. I call out the window to "Let's eat." The screen slides open and in walks Jenny, followed by Anne and Carlie. It's going to be hard to chew my eggplant Parm because my jaw dropped open ten inches.
All are in shorts and Ts but I think the bra store was closed. If there was a dime sitting on top of any of the six breasts in the house I could have told you which side was up. I wondered how respiration was possible.
We sit down to eat and I am eyeballing my plate to keep from crying. I make sure that when I look up to return pleasantries, as this torture session progresses, that my gaze is an uninterrupted path from plate to face with no stops along the way to admire the scenery.
Dinner is eaten, though I would be hard pressed to tell you what I ate. I know what it was but my taste buds had been overridden by my dick. I gulp red wine and try not to act too much like a total moron. I think I get away with it as no one tells me I'm drooling.
After what seems like a few geological eras, maybe just the Cretaceous, we finish and everyone gets up. Everyone but me. I'm going to need a minute to 'relax'. Everyone is bustling about. Filling the dishwasher, putting things away. Cleaning up. I sit there smiling.
Finally, the girls finish and go back out to the pool while I stumble back to my library. I fix a drink and fall into my chair. The TV is on to God knows what while I try to compose. Over my shoulder the conspiracy continues. Whispers and looks. Jenny gets up and comes into the house. I hear her coming down the hall. She walks into the library.
"Hey?'
"What's up Jen?"
"We've always been able to talk about anything, right?"
"Sure."
"Mom said you and her were like the Three Musketeers, only two. She said that she never felt as close to someone until Dad. The two of you against the world. Mom said you guys talked about everything, no secrets."
"That's right Jenny. No secrets."