Emmah and The Ankle

Be patient! This is not a gang bang.... but its good, reeeeaaallly good because its true.

I guess I should start by saying that I was never one of those girls who let a guy do whatever he wanted with her. I was definitely not prude, but I also tried to have class. I was always told that I was beautiful in an unconventional way (by my mom mostly). Just for the sake of the picture in your head... I'm 23 years old, 5'3, petite but full figured at the same time.

My hair is cut into a short bob that I dyed fire engine red with orange highlights when my ex and I broke up. He hated short hair and red hair, and I hated him. :) My eyes are definitely on the green side and my skin is a really pale olive, almost yellowy, but it's clear and even so I've always been told I have beautiful skin. I have a punk style more than anything else. Nothing too girly, Just t-shirts tight ripped jeans and flips flops or Vans.

My only really attention grabbing traits were my big eyes that I eyelined to death, a pearly smile and... well.... I have double D's. And when you're my height, they stand out. Anyway, where am I going with this? I'm not your typical beauty, so it was beyond me why this happened to me of all people.

About 6 months ago, I fractured my ankle at the salon I was working at, and because I wasn't technically on the job at the time (I was on my lunch break. bullshit I know) I wasn't covered by my worker's compensation. So since I couldnt work, I lost my apartment and ended up having to move in with my mother. About 3 days in I realized that that wasn't going to work and my brother offered to let me stay at his condo until I got better. Now... let me explain how delicious an offer this was. My brother is about 8 years older than because he's the oldest and I'm the baby. He lives in one of the swankiest condos in Palm Beach and he's a broker, meaning he's almost never home.

So I would basically have this entire apartment to myself, with the help from the maid of course who was going to take care of me And Carolina, my brother's wife. Just a little back story on my brother. He always had a thing for older women and 8 years ago when he was my age of 23, he met and married Carolina (Cah-rrroll-eeen-nah was how you said it). Now she was 35 when they met, but this woman looked like she was younger than him. She was 5'7, long, lean and beautiful, with golden skin and these molten honey brown eyes. Her hair was long and layered around her face, the dark brown almost black color reaching just past her bra strap in the back. She was Cuban and her accent showed it. My brother Joe is tall, 6'2 with chiseled features, chestnut brown hair (our natural colors match) and the same pearly white smile as his younger sister. He was definitely a better site to look at than I was however. Carolina, although beautiful, smart and a talented Latin designer, she was powerless against the charms and relentless devotion of my younger brother.

They married in less than five months, taking along with him Carolina's 11 year old son Emmanuel, Emmah for short. He was really adorable. Lighter skin than his mother because his father was white, the same eyes as his mom and a curly mop of black hair. He had round features that you could tell were going to even out soon. But fights between his new stepdad did not sit well with Emmah's father so when he was 14, he left Florida and moved in with his dad in New Jersey. Seeing no need for a huge house, Carolina and Joe moved into this condo, still a really nice size. I only saw Emmah once or twice after that until 8 years later, 3 months after I had been living with my brother. I hope you caught all that. So he's 19 now.

I big strong hand busted open the glass door startling me while I was eating my breakfast.

"OH!"

"Oh, wow sorry. Do I... have the right place?" Emmah's head cocked to the side as he looked at the address on the door and the address on the crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He looked me straight in the eye. "Hey wait, I know you don't I? Um.... Chloe?"

I didn't recognize him at all. "Uhh, it's Sophia, um, Sophie. Who---?"

"I'm Emmah, Carolina's son?" It hit me.

"OH! Hi! Oh my God! Long time no see!" I limped over and awkwardly hugged him around his waist. He had to be taller than Joe.

"Hi Sophie. You look totally different with your hair like that." His slight Jersey accent made me smile. He gave me the once over and kind of smiled. I couldn't help but blush.

"You look pretty different yourself sir!" His skin was a little bit darker than I had remembered, the curly mop of hair gone. In its place, a short buzz all around that was lightly hairsprayed (couldn't help but notice. I'm a stylist). All roundness was gone from his face, replaced with a muscular jaw and higher cheek bones. Somewhere along the line, he got braces because his smile was perfectly white and straight. His flexing arms weren't brawny, but toned, and the veins in his arms stuck out in a manly way that was hard not to look at.

But the striking thing was, that his eyes were exactly the same color as they had been when he was younger, the same melty, golden brown as his mothers, only his was speckled with little green flecks. He must have caught me staring a little because he shifted uncomfortably.

"So... can you help me with my bags?" In all the commotion inside my head, I hadn't even noticed his flexing was due to carrying 2 large suitcases.

"Oh yea sure... um, sort of." My leg was a lot better by this point but my brace still made me limp. "Here, I can get the smaller one." Seeing me limp toward the bag, he took notice of my ankle and raised a hand in protest.

"Oh doll nevermind. I got it really. Which one is your room?" I pointed to the room on the left. It was the last room at the very end of the hall. His room would be directly across from mine.

"Alright then, the right room it is for me." I stared blankly as he walked over coolly and opened the door to the room right across from mine. Why was he here, was my only thought, well not my only thought. I was wondering why I got goosebumps when he called me doll.

I finished my breakfast, keeping one eye on his closed door, then dashed, well, kind of dashed, to my room. I hadn't even realized I probably looked atrocious. I shouldn't care! He's my nephew! Nephew by marriage but still, I had known this kid since he was 11 years old for Pete's sake! But there was no denying the dull ache in my pants. I shook out the thoughts I was having and grabbed my towel. I needed a shower, and quick. Closing the door behind me, I undid my brace, stepped out of my pajama bottoms and tank top. I got into the shower and immediately felt the hot water relax my tensed muscles. I grabbed the soap and started cleaning myself until I accidentally brushed the soap against my swollen little nub. I unintentionally let out an "oh!" when I realized how wound up I was.

With a quick flash toward the door and another at the tub below me, I sat down in the tub letting the hot water rush over my body and propped on leg on the soap stand. First I ran my hand to my left breast, squeezing my nipple just a little bit. Slowly, I ran my hand down to my abdomen and then lower to the wet and waiting lips of my pussy. I pressed my middle finger against the fleshy swollen nub that was my clit, overly sensitive and wanting to be stroked. I was careful not to make a splashing sound that Emmah could hear while I stroked my clit slowly, making little circles and tapping, almost like strumming a guitar. Leaning forward, i turned the nob on the water temperature to make it hotter and got on all fours so I could get a better reach, careful not to injure my ankle. At this point my head was actually resting on the floor of the bathtub and imagined what it would be like if I wasn't alone, what it would feel like if Emmah was guiding me in front of him, inside me..... I could feel myself getting close to cumming and I inserted 2 fingers into myself feeling the hot spongy wetness. I stroked furiously until I could feel a melting orgasm shake me forward. "Mmmmmmm..... yesssssss.... mmmmmm" was all I dared to whisper, still afraid that I was too loud. With a satisfied smile and a sigh of breath I got up and finished my shower then high tailed it to my room to get dressed.

Having Emmah around kinda made me realize that I hadn't really been taking care of myself since the ankle accident. I had just kinda been lounging. So I plugged in my hair dryer and flat iton to do my hair. I spiked it out in all the right places and did light make up on my face, trying hard not to overline my eyes. I had to admit, that when I put effort into it, I was really a pro and something kinda good to look at when I cleaned up. I figured since I wasn't going anywhere I could just be casual so I put on these black plaid cropped shorts and a red boy tank. Not trying too hard, but still pretty. I left my room only to find that Emmah was still in his, a slight disappointment. Just then the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Ellow, Hi Sophia, ees Carolina, how are ju?" The accent never went away.

"Oh hey Lina, I'm fine just got out of the shower."

"Oh okay well leesen, is Emmanuel dere? I yuss got the messash from hees father that he was going to stay weeth me for the sommer and as ju know I'm with Joe here in New Jork for another 2 weeks."

"Yea I know. He got here a little over an hour ago. I wasn't expecting him so he scared me but he's settling in right now."

"Well I ang going to do my best to come home early but I need to speak wif heem. Can ju put heem on the phone please?"

"Yea sure hold on a sec."

I nervously walked over to Emmah's room and tapped on the door.

"Emmah?" I knocked once. Silence. "Emmah?" Nothing. And just when I was about to leave, he answered.

"Uh... Yea?"

"Oh hey Emmah, your mom's on the phone."

"Can you tell her I'll call her back here in a few?"

"Sure thing."

I picked back up the phone.

"Lina, he said he would call you right back. I think he was still unpacking."

"Oh okay gracias bella."

"De nada." I joked back and hung up the phone. I had picked up a little spanish being around her.

The house was unusually quiet with Gabriella, the maid, being gone. A little too quiet. I decided maybe a little tv would suit me well. I had nothing else to do. The big black leather arm chair was just calling my name so I grabbed a bag of doritos and started mindlessly watching whatever was on Mtv. It couldn't have been more than 20 minutes when a warm hand reached my shoulders. I shuddered.

"Hey, Sophie? Sorry to bug you, but do you know what number my mom called from? She didnt pick up her cell."

I turned around to see what looked like a giant from where I was sitting, clad in basketball shorts and an undershirt.

"Oh, you're not bothering me. Let me check really quick." I picked up the phone and flipped to the last number. "It was Joe's cell phone. Hers might be dead I think."

"She's always on the damn thing." I looked into his eyes and for the first time since this morning I finally noticed that he didn't look super excited to be here.

"What's wrong Emm?" He looked at me for a second and decided I was okay to talk to. I had my knees pulled up resting my head on them. He sat down on the other edge of the long sofa across from me and began talking.

"Well, I know you haven't seen me in forever but things aren't like they were. See I moved up to Jersey because honestly, I had issues with Joe and my mom. I was in the protective 'I'm a man' stage and it was just easier to live with my dad. But a few months ago he started dating this woman, Stacy, and she's like only 6 years older than me. My dad is 43 and she is 25 so he's been trying to keep up with her lifestyle. He's never home, ever, and I got back from swimming practice the other day, (Pause!! TIME OUT! That's where he got the body from. Time in!) to find like no food in the house and a note from my dad. All it said was 'I will be gone for a week or so. Here's money for whatever you need.' and 300 bucks underneath the note. Everyone else would probably be cool with that, but I was infuriated. He doesn't give a shit about me anymore. So the next morning I packed my stuff, called my dad and told him I was staying here for the rest of the summer and charged the ticket to his AmEx. He didnt get my message until I was already here so I was afraid to get in trouble. But it's whatever. I'm 19. Not like it makes much of a difference anywau. Mami isn't here either. Anyway yea, sorry that's my story."

All I could do was look at him and feel bad. It must feel awful to feel like both your parents don't care.

"I'm really sorry. I can understand how that would suck. I mean I'm 23 myself. It's almost like your dad dating me!"

"That's weird. Not the whole dad dating you thing, I mean that too, but the fact that you're only four years older than me. It always seemed like a lot more." I secretly smiled at that, not mentioning that my 25 birthday was only about a week away.

"Well hey, Lina and Joe are going to be away for 2 weeks, so I'm sorry but you'll have to settle for being with me. How about you and me go get some pizza or something? I know some pretty decent places around here." I smiled when I saw a smirk creep up on his face.

"I guess that's what I get for not calling first, right? You sure you wanna spend the day with a little kid like me?"

"Ha ha, I'm sure."

The pizza ended up being really good, but only secondary to the conversation. This guy was in college to be an engineer, and he was funny and great looking.... and my nephew!!! What was I thinking? As we walked up to the house, big rain drops started falling on our heads.

"Yea, bad thing about living here is that summer is also rainy season."

"It's pretty different in Jersey, but I like it here. The scenery is nice. I really did need a break."

"Well I'm glad you came. I normally just end up having broken spanish conversations with the maid!"

We both laughed as his lips curved up into a playful "awww." The rest of the night was pretty chill. We stayed in watching a few movies and eating the rest of the pizza we never finished. The storm had gotten pretty bad whenever I stood up and stretched to go to bed.

"Well, I'm hitting the hay, sir."

"I'm mad tired from the flight too. Goodnight Sophie. Thanks for making this not so horrible."

"Aww you're welcome. I had a good time too." We both slowly walked to our respective rooms closing the door at the same time. I got into my matching black silk shorts and tank top and hobbled to sleep.

At about 2 in the morning, a door opening woke me up with a start. When my eyes focused I saw Emmah tiptoeing up to my bed. A flash of nervousness mixed with excitement made my heart flutter, until I saw the worry on his face.

"Soph? Sophie, are you awake?"

"I am now. Are you okay?"

"The tree next to my room was beating against the window and it broke through. I moved the bed and the sheets but I can't sleep in there now. I'm so sorry to bug you, but do you mind if I crash on your floor?"

"No I dont mind at all," I said getting up, "but I have to tape up the window. I can't let the rain get into the carpet. It'll mold."

"I already did, don't worry. Lay back down." Something about the tone of his voice made me do exactly what he said. He's your nephew. He's your nephew. He's your nephew! I had to keep repeating in my head. He's your nephew. He's your toned, shirtless, boxer wearing nephew... STOP THAT!

I tossed him a pillow and an extra comforter that was on my bed and told him to have any space he liked. He plopped the pillow and quilt to my right side of my bed.

"Hey you know, you could always stay in your mom's bed. It's a king size."

"Ew, no. Her and Joe, do stuff on that bed. I don't know why, but I'm weird about that stuff. I can sleep on the couch if I'm bothering you."

"No, that's not what I meant sorry. I just thought maybe you would be more comfortable, but I can see what you mean." I lingered on my last sentence. It's now or never Sophia. Do it. "You know, the tile int his room, it gets freezing at night. Like really cold, so you can sleep up here if you want." My heart was pounding in the silence. He looked up at me.

"Sophie--"

"Call me Sophia. No one really calls me Sophie anymore. Not since grade school." I smiled a smile he couldn't see in the dark.

"Sophia, you're too nice. I don't want to barge in on you. I can't." He was considering this. All of a sudden, all reasonable thought left my mind. I had a mission.

"Emm, seriously, it's a queen sized bed. I would feel like shit letting you sleep on the floor. Just don't kick my ankle and we're all good."

"Um, alright then. Thanks."

"No problem."

He picked up his pillow and proceeded to walk around the bed to the other side. I tried not to move too much because 1.) my heart was beating out of my chest and 2.) I wanted to see how close he would get to me. The dull ache in my panties turned into throbbing. I so wanted to stroke my clit but what would this little boy ever think? I'm sure he'd been with girls, but not women, and I wasn't particularly confident, but he was definitely nibbling at the bait. He settled about a third of the way into the bed, closer to me than the edge and leaned on his side facing me body. From laying flat, I shifted to face him, shifting my weight so I wouldn't hurt my ankle.

"You comfortable?'

"Yeah, I am. Are you? Does your ankle still hurt?"

"Sometimes. It's almost healed now. It's just like a dull constant soreness. I wish someone would carry my around all day!" we both chuckled. "But it'll never get better that way."

"True." His face looked like he was thinking, even in the dark. "Is it hurting now?" he curved his head and I wiggled it slowly in response.

"Yea a little. I was standing more than I was used to today because Gabriella wasn't here."

"Do you want me to massage it?" My pussy got noticeably more wet.

"What? Oh no, you dont have to do that. Really." Please do it.

"C'mon let me. I promise, I'll be really gentle. It's the least I could do for showing me a nice day." I didn't even have time to protest before he moved the comforter off me, the breeze hardening my nipples, and had my foot in his hands, tiny in comparison.

"You have pretty feet." I was so glad it was dark. he couldn't see me blush. He started slowly massaging my joint, pulling my leg in little circles. It felt good, so I looked at what he was doing and as I was getting ready to close my eyes, a loud roll of thunder and lightning shook the entire place lighting up our room through the window. It startled me but more than anything else, it shocked the hell out of me, because in the split second the room was lit, I swear I saw a tent pitched in his boxers. Could he possibly be hard? For me? I played innocent.

"That, feels nice Emmah...mmm. I'm sure you do this to your girlfriend though right?"

"Ha, no, no girlfriend. I just do it to you, seeing as you're disabled and all."

"Hey!" he laughed.

"I'm just kidding." He started to roll his thumbs up the length of my foot. It was like electricity from his fingertips into my body. I moaned just a little. "You like that?"

"Yesssssss," was all I could say. He then rested my foot on the plain of his thigh and I got curious. So I softly shifted my foot to "accidentally" get a quick feel. He jerked my foot back a little harder than he should have.

"Ow, that hurt Emm, easy." I was getting good at this game. And I knew I had him. He was hard.

"I'm sorry. You startled me." I ignored that.

"Can you go up just a little higher to my calf muscle? It's gotten really tight." Thank God I shaved. Without saying a word, he ran his rough, warm hands over my smooth pale legs and kneaded my thigh. I hung my head back in pleasure, something I exaggerated just a little bit to catch his attention. I didn't want him to think I was just using him so after a minute or 2, I thanked him.