The Perfect American Couple

Apparently, the movie had finally ended, because the rest of the family started to wander sleepily into the kitchen. I decided it was time to leave. I said my good-byes to everyone and started toward to head out. Naomi escorted me to the door. When we got there, she through her arms around my neck and gave me a big hug. She said in normal voice, "Thanks for your gift." Then she added a whisper in my ear, "Thanks for everything, Uncle Jack. Too bad I'm not older. I'd love to hear you beg to kiss my ass." Then she gave me a sweet, slightly longer than appropriate kiss on the cheek.

When I got home I couldn't sleep at all, and I ended up jerking myself silly thinking about her before I finally dropped off. The next day I was a little better, but I still felt very distracted. It was later in the afternoon, around 4:00 PM I guess, when I was contemplating the nature of my feelings for my "niece". Was it just lust? Clearly there was a lot of lust in it. But her smile made my heart melt, and now I realized that I had often thought of her before. Way too often. Of course I had resisted actively thinking of her sexually, but she had been on my mind more and more for at least a year.

Then my phone rang. I answered the phone and then damn near dropped it when I heard the voice on the other end. "Hi, Uncle Jack!"

"Hello," I stammered back.

"Is this a bad time?"

"No, no," I answered quickly. "Actually I was just thinking about you." I literally bit my knuckle after I said that.

"Really. Well, I've been thinking about you too. I think we should talk some more. I'm still bumming about Matt, you know?" Her tone gave no hint of the off-color tone our conversation had taken the night before.

"OK. Maybe I can come over to your parent's house after dinner tonight..."

"Well, actually, I'm at school now. We had summer soccer practice, and I could use a ride home..." This game was getting dangerous. I briefly contemplated what to do.

"OK. I'll pick you up in about 15 minutes." I left a message with my secretary that I would be out for the rest of the day. When I got to there, I felt sudden shame. I decided I would simply give her a ride home and that would be that.

I saw her standing out side of the school. She looked just gorgeous. She had on a simple blouse and a pleated skirt. So beautiful.

She opened the car door and hopped in saying, "Hi. Thanks for coming to get me. Dad's still at work and Mom's out with her friends." She leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Much more in line with what was appropriate, but I still felt a flush rise on my face.

"So tell me about Matt." I said.

"Actually, I'd rather talk about our conversation last night."

"I'm really sorry about that," I cut in quickly, "It was very inappropriate and I think its best if we just forget it. I was just trying to make you put the whole thing with Matt in perspective. You're a beautiful girl, you'll do well for yourself."

"So you didn't mean the rest of it?" she asked. Her tone suggested that she was genuinely disappointed, hurt.

Carefully, I said, "Yes, of course I meant it. But you're only 18 and that's a problem."

"So you really would beg me to kiss my ass…" she said almost matter-of-factly. "Tell me. What does a guy say when he begs a girl to let him kiss her ass? Just let me hear a little. I'm just curious."

"Naomi. Please. Yes, I think you're very attractive. And if things were different, we could pursue this."

"Look," she said. "If you're attracted to me, it's OK. I'm over the age of consent. I'm no fool, I know it would upset my parents, but you know, they don't have to know. Who knows maybe if we fall in love or something, you can wait until I'm older and marry me or something. But in the meantime, let's not take it too seriously. The truth is I think you're very sexy and I like the fact the you've looked at me that way too."

Neither of us said anything for a few minutes. Then I finally broke the silence, "OK, you're absolutely right. I think you're exceptionally sexy. And yes, I'd love to kiss your ass. And yes, I'd beg to do it. But I can't. We can't. Your father's my best friend, for Christ's sake." We'd arrived at her house. I resolved not to go in, and told her that I pretty much had to get going.

She said, "It's OK, Uncle Jack. Maybe someday though. In the meantime though, you don't mind if I occasionally imagine you pressing your lips against my sweet ass and whispering sweet nothings about how beautiful I am and what a pleasure it is to be my slave... ...do you?" How could this girl only be 18, I thought! Thankfully, she didn't wait for an answer. Instead, she leaned over and gave me another one of those slightly-too-long kisses on the cheek, and got out of the car. I waved to her as I drove away.

* * * * *

Things would have been so much easier if the story ended there.

But naturally, it didn't. I did stay away from their house for a month or two, and was careful not to be alone with Naomi. Occasionally, we exchanged glances, and once or twice she caught me staring at her ass, but for the most part things were cool. At least at her house. At home, I couldn't stop thinking about her, and I fantasized almost exclusively about her.

Then one day I found out she had gotten a new boyfriend. It was so disturbing to me, which in itself was disturbing to me. Gradually, I got more used to it though, and one time when we actually were alone together she let it slip that he wasn't quite as good to her as she was sure I would be. Curiosity overrode the nagging voice in my head telling me I should immediately change the subject and I asked her in what way she meant, and she told me he doesn't kiss her ass nearly enough. Then she laughed. I had grown to really regret using those words with her.

We really didn't exchange any further off-color words for a long time. Christmas came and went, then New Year's, Valentine's (that one was tough), Easter, and Memorial Day. It was shortly after that, that she broke up with her boyfriend, Glenn. I figured it was because the school year was ending, and she was about to graduate, but I was only half right.

One warm June twilight, we were sitting on her back porch. I'd come over for dinner with her family, and I'd finally gotten comfortable with the idea that I could be alone with her relatively safely. So when she suggested we go out to the porch and have some iced tea, I agreed.

The conversation started out mundane enough. We talked about graduating and what a big girl she had become, and how excited she was to be going to USC in the fall. Then we got to talking about Glenn, and what happened there. I couldn't resist the bait and I asked her why she broke up with him.

She surprised me by saying, "You know why. I told you."

"What are you talking about? I don't think we ever talked about your break up with Glenn."

"No, I guess we didn't," she replied. "But I did tell you there was one thing he hardly ever did that I really wanted..."

I knew exactly what she was talking about, and I didn't want to open that can of worms again. "So he wasn't good in bed, is what you're saying..."

"Oh, God, no, that's not it," she said, "He's got a monster dick!" Then she covered her mouth in embarrassed laughter.

"Thanks for sharing," I said dryly.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking," she said. But she was still having trouble getting her laughter under control. Finally she settled down and said, "No, what I meant was, I really wanted him to sometimes assume an, I don't know, inferior role in our sex. You know, kind of be my slave like you and I talked about. The few times he did kiss my ass, it was perfunctory at best. That part of our sex was very disappointing to me."

"I see," I said.