Nikki was naked as usual when she spent time at my house. It had started innocently enough with her sunbathing in my fenced backyard and gradually the bathing suits had gotten smaller and smaller until they were not there anymore. I wondered why I had allowed that. It was torture for me in so many ways.
Being a nudist myself it seemed natural, even if I did stay dressed around her most of the time. She was beautiful and so open and I want to use the word, angelic but it does not quite fit with all of her teasing and sexual overtones at times.
At the moment, she was on her knees in the big overstuffed easy chair by the window looking out through the blinds. She was bent at the waist and her ass pointed straight at me. Her sex was displayed in all its glory, as well as the darker pink crinkled ring of her anus.
My eyes wander over her gorgeous ass, tight trim thighs, her feet, which pointed back, her toes touching. Her back arched downward, pushing her ass up even higher and tilting it. Her knees were as wide apart as the chair arms allowed. Her elbows were on the low back, her small pointed breasts visible between them.
I sighed and shook my head slowly, such a beautiful girl. I would love nothing more than to go over, bury my face between those luscious ass cheeks, and lick her until she exploded. However, it was not going to happen, she was my sister's daughter and therefore off limits.
My sister, now there was a long-standing problem that could never be worked out. A problem that had haunted me for most of my life and it could never be solved, now that she was dead. What made it even worse was that her death had been ruled a suicide. Frequent bouts of depression were cited as the cause.
I sighed as I thought of my sister. She had been just as uninhibited and just as beautiful as this young lady, back in the day. I had lusted after my sister to no end. She had known it to and teased me constantly. Always presenting her pussy or ass for my eyes, always making it look so innocent.
As I sighed again, Nikki looked at me over her shoulder. Her long blonde hair hanging straight, a backdrop for her angels face, a face that held a strong trace of her mother. She smiled sweetly and then turned back to the window.
"You seem restless and moody today Uncle Jay," Nikki said still looking out the window. "Even more so than normal."
"I'm trapped with some old memories that just won't go away," I told her.
"Good memories or bad?"
"Both."
She looked at me again. "My mom, right."
When I nodded, she smiled and said, "You know oral sex isn't really sex according to one of our past presidents."
"I heard that," I replied. "But this was long before he was ever president."
"I was talking about now," she said as she moved her ass from side-to-side suggestively.
I sighed deeply and shook my head. "We wouldn't stop with me just eating your pussy and we both know it. Once that line is breached then it's whole hog or nothing."
"Pigs can have orgasms lasting up to a half an hour," Nikki said with a big grin.
"Smart ass!" I said grinning back at her.
She wiggled her ass from side-to-side again and sat back on her heels. "I shouldn't torture you so but I can't help it. It is a family tradition and so much fun. Mom would be so proud of me." She paused a second and then added, "Not!" with a laugh.
"Actually she would be proud of you, very proud in fact. Not for teasing me but in general, you have a great start on doing everything she ever dreamed about doing. You are beautiful, you are smart, and you're making straight A's in college. What more could she have possible wanted."
"For you to have fucked the shit out of her," Nikki said as she got off the chair. "I read her diary remember. There was a period of six years that, that was all she talked about. She wanted that big dick of yours in every orifice of her body."
Nikki had walked across the room to stand in front of me. Watching her walk reminded me even more of my sister. Strong muscular thighs and calves, wide round hips, broad shoulders, and of course, those small cone shaped breasts. My eyes zeroed in on the lighter blonde color of the sparse hair on her mound and outer pussy lips.
I licked my lips and she shifted her feet to a wider stance. "I've got the same list of wants." She told me softly.
"Nikki, I'm your Uncle first off and a dirty old man, emphasis on old by the way. Doing all kind of nasty stuff to you would be the highlight of my life but the death of me in more ways than I want to think about. Go find a nice young man your own age and fuck his brains out. You'll be happier believe me."
"That's about the same thing you told mom if I'm not mistake. Except for the age part of course."
"Yes and she lived happily ever after."
"Well, yes and no. The jury is still out on that one. There is happy and then there is happier. She was more frustrated than happy. She took what she could get for love and companionship but never got what she wanted."
"I hate to be the one to tell you, but that's the way life works for most people."
"Probably, but why? It would have been so easy for you to give her what she wanted and it would not have cost you a thing. Anyway, I think you wanted it as much as she did but never wanted to admit it to yourself. It would have been the last straw in your mental house of cards."
I looked at the young girl in front of me and heard my sister saying almost the same thing. "You have no idea of what it cost me to say no to her, much less what it would have cost for me to say yes." I paused and looked her straight in the eyes. "Leave my "mental house of cards" as you call it, out of this. In fact, go get dressed and go home, you've overstepped your welcome for a while."
Nikki did not move and after a moment or two whispered, "Make me!"
"You won't like it if I do."
"I've read about some of your and mom's wrestling matches. She was damned near your equal in strength and quickness back then. What do you think would be the outcome now? I am as strong as she was and maybe a little quicker. I've even got the martial arts training you gave me. Then there's your age as you alluded to earlier."
I shifted in my chair. I knew she was right but she did not have one thing that I had in spades, experience. I had spent my life fighting in one war or another. First, there was Vietnam and then all the small dirty wars as a mercenary.
They had tossed me out of the Marines because they could not figure out what to do with the killing machine they had forged. They called me crazy. I had the certificate framed on the wall. It was my one link to sanity.
I frowned at her. "You are my niece and I love you, so don't make me hurt you," I said coldly.
"Give it your best shot, old man."
I came up out of the chair fast. She dodged to her right, as she did, my left arm caught her around the neck. I pulled her back against my hip and held a light pressure on the chokehold I had her in. She flailed around and then relaxed as she realized she had no leverage, her toes were barely on the floor.
"This isn't my best shot but it will do," I told her as I forced her forward and into my bedroom. "You're going to push me too far one day."
At the foot of my bed, I released the hold on her neck and gave her a quick hard shove. She hit the bed, bounced, and then rolled nearly to the pillows on the far end. She laid there and glared at me.
"Now get dressed and go home," I said softy as the adrenalin and anger drained out of me.
"And if I don't?"
"Then I'll pick you up and toss you out the front door just like you are," I said in a flat, deadpan voice.
"You wouldn't do that. You know that, as well as I do. Don't make threats you can't keep." She shot back. Her voice held a mocking tone that brought my anger back.
She was right though, family members owned nine of the ten houses on this little dead end road. I would have in-laws and out-laws coming out my ass if I did. Most of them did not care for me and I did not care for them but I had to live here whether I wanted to or not. It was part of the agreement when the government let me back into the States.
For some reason the government considered me a bad ass and a hard case, as did most people who knew me. Only the government required that I check in and check out anytime I even went to town. The cops followed me everywhere just for the fun of it.
With my military record, my mental record, and my proven ability to kill, maim, and murder, all the cards were stacked against me going anywhere. So, moving would be nearly impossible even without all the red tape involved.
I shook my head and sighed. "You need to get on with your life and leave me alone. You seem to think I brought your mother down, so what do you think I would do to you? You are not nearly as strong as she was. Grow up."