I sat at my computer pounding out yet another tale of alien invasions. I write for several science fiction publications and make a pretty good living at it. I was just getting to the part where the aliens kidnap the girl when a pair of hands popped across my eyes and a pair of breasts pushed into my back. It had to be Venus, my niece.
"Guess who, Uncle Maury?" she laughed.
"Pamela Anderson?" I answered.
"No, it's me uncle!" she said as she let go of my eyes and pranced around in front of me.
She had come to live with us 2 years ago when her mother was killed in a boat accident and her father dropped into a continuous drunken stupor. We took her in and she was like our daughter used to be, happy, bubbly and entirely beautiful. We loved here dearly for the first year. Then my wife was diagnosed with a rare type of incurable cancer. She died 2 months later.
I was despondent. Had it not been for Venus, I probably would have pulled the plug on myself. She carried me through an incredibly painful period. Now, a year later at nineteen, she was everything any father would have been proud of. She was in college; she was ambitious, beautiful, caring and smart as a whip.
"Baby girl, why don't you call me daddy? I feel like a daddy. I'm so proud of you."
"We'll have to wait until my father drinks himself to death," she flatly stated. There was obviously no love lost between her and her father. It kind of disturbed me but I could certainly understand where she was coming from.
When you are finished, there is something I want to talk to you about."
"Okay, I'll be in my bedroom resting," I said.
"Perfect," she commented.
"Now what the hell did she mean by that?" I asked myself.
Two hours later I finished the piece and submitted it to the publisher. I knew there would be a nice check next week. There always was. I shut down the computer and retired to my bedroom.
Just as I was dozing off there was a light tapping at my door. "Come on in Venus," I said.
She opened the door and drifted across the room in a very revealing string bikini. "Hi uncle," she whispered.
"Do you have something to talk about?" I queried.
"It's kind of personal. I don't want you to say 'no' right away. Please, just listen to what I have to say and then think it over. OK?"
"OK let's hear it."
"Uncle, you know I'm a virgin. Outside of what I've read and a few porn flicks, I know nothing about sex. I want to learn but I don't want to experiment with some octopus college boy who will hurt me and then leave me. I want to learn from a real man who loves me. I want you!"
I started to protest immediately, but she put her finger on my lips and said, "You promised to think about it. So start thinking." She drifted back across the room and was gone.
I was absolutely dumbfounded. I swear I had never had a carnal thought about this angel. It never occurred to me that she might have sexual desires. I always thought she would hook up with some chump that I wouldn't approve of, marry him and start making babies.
There was no way I could get a nap now. Thinking of her request had my poor, over stressed brain in a complete muddle. What to do? I didn't want her to think I didn't want her. I didn't know what she would do if I said no. I didn't know what would happen later if I said yes. Damn!! My tit was in a crack. No matter which way I moved, it was going to hurt. Totally flummoxed, I went to the kitchen took get a soda.
She was sitting in the living room still in her bikini. Her eyes were a little red. I assumed she had been crying. Her shoulders slumped and she had the 'wounded puppy' look on her face.
I was devastated. I just couldn't stand to see her cry. I went over to the sofa and sat down beside her. 'Just exactly what did you have in mind?" I whispered quietly.
She perked up a bit, knowing that I hadn't totally rejected the idea. "Well, I thought we would start slowly and progress day by day until we got to the moment of truth."
"Would you care to describe the 'moment of truth?" I asked.
"Well, that would be the point at which we decide if you should take my virginity and make me a woman."
"Oh baby, you know that I love you more than anything in this world. I don't want you to be sad or think I don't want you. It's just that I've never thought of you in that way. I need some time to see if I can even adjust to the possibility."
"That's good enough for me! At least you didn't say no!" she answered. She threw her arms around me and bounced off into her bedroom.
As soon as she was gone I started kicking myself in the ass. I should have just refused and let the chips fall where they may. Now, I had given her some encouragement. I shut my eyes tightly. I knew what was going to come next.
We ordered pizza that night for dinner. After we polished it off, I asked her, "What is your first step?"
