Sitting My Niece Ch. 02

"And that tonight, I was hoping that we might both get naked and that he might kiss me all over and that I might get to play with his wiener and ..."

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Stop right there!" My stomach fell. "Way too much information! You're not helping your case here." For some reason, I felt betrayed and angry. I got hot under the collar. "You know Mary-Kate, on second thought, I'm going to have to be firm here. I think that it would be best if you just stayed home tonight."

She looked at me with wide-eyes and started laughing. "You are just so adorable, Unc," she giggled, "You are jealous!"

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are." She kissed me and gave me a big hug. "Mmm-mmm-mmm, you are just the sweetest thing." She bounced off my lap and walked towards the hall. "I have to get ready now. You better find something nice to put on."

I jumped up to follow her. "Mary-Kate! I don't want to have to put my foot down, but ..." I paused to reconsider her words. She ducked into her room and closed the door. "What do you mean that I have to get dressed?"

I opened her door to continue the conversation. "Aaaa!!" she screamed, "Get out! I'm dressing." I recoiled into the hall.

Sticking her head out the door, she grinned from ear to ear and had a twinkle in her eye. "You have to get ready because I'm going on the date with you, silly." She receded and closed the door.

Well, that made my head spin. I stood in the hall for a moment pondering the reversal. Then I knocked quietly on the door. "Sweetie, could you come out and talk to me? Because I'm not sure what you're saying. ... It might not be good for us to be seen together in public, and if ..."

She pulled back on the door dramatically. She had taken off her blouse and was standing in her bra and skirt. She posed impatiently with one arm extended upwardly on the door's edge and the other arm hooked onto her hip. She puckered her lips together in a show of mock annoyance. "Uncle Harvey, relax," she huffed, "I'm going to make us a nice dinner here. We're going to eat it over wine and candlelight. And then we're going to cuddle on the couch and watch movies. ... Questions?"

"No," I said sheepishly as she closed the door. My grief and anger turned into elation and excitement, but when I came back to Earth, I realized that this whole thing was a bad idea. I knocked again. "Sweetie, I really appreciate the thought that you're putting into this, but you know that it might not be ..."

She drew open the door and leaned against it again, this time in her bra and panties. She smacked her mouth open and then chomped her teeth closed. "Unc!" she said testily, "Dinner, wine, candlelight, movies, cuddling. Got it?"

"Yes," I replied meekly.

"Good. Now put something nice on." She closed the door.

Oh yeah, about that. Reluctantly, I knocked again. "Sweetie. Sorry to bother you again, but I didn't really bring any nice clothes."

She flung open the door and burst out of her room wearing a silky kimono. As she puffed by me, she grabbed my hand and took me into my room. Rummaging through the closet, she pulled out a dress shirt, a dark blue business suit and a boldly coloured tie. Then she hustled out of the room. "I'm going to start dinner," she called out from the hall, "You should shower first."

I looked over at my brother-in-law's suit lying on the bed and thought about how inappropriate it would be to wear it. Well, how inappropriate it would be to go on a date with his daughter. Well, how inappropriate the whole week had turned out.

I sighed and started taking off my clothes. Why stop now? At least, she'd be at home tonight where I could keep an eye on her.

*** Friday: Evening ***

I showered, shaved and got dressed. I even put on some cologne that I had in my shaving kit. Mary-Kate's scurrying made me feel like I was going in slow motion. A few times, I had to press up against a wall to avoid being bowled over. Then eventually, she retreated to her room for the final stages of her preparation.

I tapped lightly on her door. "Do you want me to do anything?"

"No," she responded through the door. "Dinner is warming in the oven. Maybe you could open the wine."

"Okay," I agreed and wandered into the kitchen. On the counter was a bottle of merlot and a couple of goblets. The kitchen smelled wonderfully of garlic and tomato sauce, and through the partially open oven door, I could see a couple of plates of pasta and garlic toast warming inside.

I opened the wine, scooped up the glasses and carried them all into the dining room. There, I saw a pair of candles on the table. Surrendering to events, I lit them and dimmed the lights. Finally, I brought in cutlery, napkins and the dinners.

In the distance, I heard the clicking of little heels on the floor. I turned and couldn't believe what I saw. Through the door strolled a beautiful, alluring, sophisticated woman.

Mary-Kate had on a little, black, halter dress that was tailored in at the waist and barely long enough to reach to mid-thigh. The inner curves of her bosom showed prominently through the plunging neckline. On her legs, she wore black, sheer hose, and on her feet, she had on a pair of black, strappy, high heels. Her hair was slightly wavy and tousled, and her make-up featured dark eyebrows, long lashes and thick, burnt-red lips.

"My, haven't you been a little helper," she said as she looked at the set table. Then she glanced up at my disbelieving stare and smirked in embarrassment. "What?" she asked.

"You're gorgeous," I observed.

She giggled. Placing a hand lightly on my chest, she kissed me on the cheek and then rubbed the lipstick smudge off with her thumb. Her spicy perfume raised goosebumps on my skin.

I scurried around to hold out her chair, and she sat down, crossing her stockinged legs. Then I poured the wine and sat near her at the end of the table.

I lost track of who she was. She no longer seemed like my niece and no longer acted like the giddy, peevish girl with whom I had spent the week. Instead, she seemed like some young model or actress with whom I had won a dinner date. But then, every once and a while, she said some naive thing or gestured in some teenage way that brought her real identity racing back to me. I was so mixed up; I was excited and alarmed at the same time.

I talked to her about things that had happened in my life, and she fed me an endless stream of questions. It was all very pleasant, and every so often, I would catch myself staring at her glistening lips or animated eyes or curvy breasts.

We finally finished eating, and she stood up to clear the dishes. "I didn't make a dessert," she explained, "I thought it would be better if we finished with some cheese and crackers." She carried the plates into the kitchen and called out over her shoulder, "Why don't you take the wine in, and I'll meet you there."

I watched her little bum wiggle under her short, slinky dress, and I sighed. I gathered the wine and glasses and retired to the living room. There, I found a room full of candles and the coffee table strewn with DVDs. I scanned the titles – My Best Friends Wedding, Sabrina, Ghost, Notting Hill, Pretty Woman, The Way We Were. Suddenly, my blood ran cold. I felt like I had entered her lair.

She came into the room carrying a cheese tray and, dangerously, another bottle of wine. "You get comfortable," she suggested, setting down our after-dinner refreshments. Then she picked up a movie. "You don't mind 'Sleepless in Seattle', do you?" she asked, "We can watch another one if you'd prefer."

I threw my jacket over the back of the chair and tucked my shoes under the coffee table. "No," I replied, "Unless you've got 'Die Hard' or 'The Terminator' somewhere in the pile that I didn't see."

"Oh you!" she said, loading the DVD. "You're such a guy!"

I flopped into the corner of the couch, and Mary-Kate scampered around the room lighting candles and turning off lights. Then, as the DVD cued up, she scurried over to the couch and scrunched up against my side, lying on my chest and tucking her legs up on the cushion. "Mmmm," she murmured, "You smell nice."

"Mary-Kate," I said in a cautionary tone as she reached up to my tie knot, "Maybe I should just say something before we ..." Suddenly, she snugged the tie into my throat. "Ga-a-a-ack!" I choked, "What are you doing?"

"Sorry," she giggled, "Wrong direction!" Then she slipped my tie off. "I thought I told you to get comfortable." She unbuttoned my shirt and kept going until she reached my belt. "Mary-Kate," I interjected again, "Don't you think that ..."

"Shhh," she stopped me, "The movie's starting." She cuddled into my side and slid her hand under my shirt. "Cover us up," she requested from my chest.

I grabbed the chenille throw off the back of the couch and, hampered by her dead weight on my chest, tried to fluff it out over her reclining body. After a few awkward attempts, she slapped my chest. "You're moving too much," she complained, so I tucked us in as best as I could and settled back against the cushions.

I can't say that I had anything against the movie, but it didn't hold my full attention. I watched parts of it, especially if she giggled or cried, but mostly, my mind wandered to the events of the week and to my thoughts of her appearance tonight. I was ashamed to admit to myself how much she was affecting me.

Suddenly, something must have happened in the movie because Mary-Kate was full of tears. I felt a wet stain on my shirt, and her breathing was punctuated by sniffles. "Sad, isn't it?" I said supportively, guessing.

"Ye-ye-ye-yes," she blubbered and crawled up my chest to hug my neck. I felt a tear cross her cheek to mine and then run down my face to dribble off my chin. Her broken breathing beat against my ear. "Ohhhh," she whined as she prepared for another cry.

"There, there," I said softly and rubbed her back.

She lifted her head and looked helplessly into my eyes. Then she floated onto my lips, kissing them softly at first and then building in intensity. I followed her lead, and soon our kissing sounded in the room. Over and over, she smushed and slurped my mouth, her waxy lipstick rubbing over my lips.

My penis became fully erect, and when she cuddled into me, her hip pressed it into my abdomen. We kissed and licked and sucked and nibbled for a long time. Eventually, she looked over her shoulder at the TV. "You're making me miss the movie," she complained.

She snuggled back into position on my chest and hunkered under the throw. I slid my hand under the cover to her thigh and felt the slippery nylon under my fingers. When I slid my hand up, I detected that she was wearing thigh-high stockings and not pantyhose. I ran my fingertips intriguingly over top of the lacy stay-up band.

She dropped her hand to my lap and manipulated the contents beneath. "Mmmm," she purred when she realized my state of arousal. I probably should have moved her hand away, but her massaging was gentle and seemingly harmless. Occasionally, she gripped onto my penis or curled around my balls, but just as I would take notice of it, her hand would go still.

When the movie ended, Mary-Kate became overcome with emotion again. She got up on her knees and grabbed onto the sides of my head. She kissed my mouth over and over again. Time disappeared. Finally, she sighed, "Hmmmm. Don't you just love a good movie?"

"Uh huh," I replied, savouring her attention.

She made her way to the TV and put the DVD back in its case. Then she walked over to the bookshelf and extracted a movie from behind a pile of books. She slipped it into the machine.

I was intrigued that she hadn't made her selection from the choices on the coffee table, but before I could puzzle it out, she reached behind her neck, undid the strap to her dress and let it fall to the floor. The candles cast artistic light and shadows against her pouty breasts, darkly stockinged legs and thong-covered pussy. She returned to the end of the couch and crawled on her hands and knees towards me.

"Mary-Kate!" I warned her as she approached, "Put your dress back on!"

She just smiled and unfastened my pants. "Unh unh," she said.

I moved to counter her actions, but then grunting noises drew my attention to the TV. Flash shots of blowjob scenes intermingled with credits, as the movie progressed toward its menu page. In no time, my pants were around my ankles.

"Mary-Kate!" I exclaimed, securing my boxers with my hand, "Get some clothes on and turn that movie off!"

"Unc, relax," she said, as she curled up on my lap and used the remote to cursor through the scene selections, "I have some questions to ask you."

I was shocked. "Enough! Give that to me!" I insisted and tried to grab the remote.

She pressed the play button and then slapped my stomach. "I have questions!!" she insisted.

She laid her face on my stomach and watched the screen intently. Directly in front of her, my hard-on pressed my shorts into a large bulge. On the TV, a young Asian girl was kneeling in front of a man and pulling off his pants.

"Where did you get this?" I asked.

"I found it," she replied, "It's my dad's. Shhh, watch."

The Asian girl began kissing and then licking the man's flaccid penis, which slowly rose with the attention. "So sometimes they kiss it and sometimes they lick it and sometimes they put it in their mouths to start. Which way do guys like it best?"

"Mary-Kate, I feel very, very uncomfortable about this. Let's just put it away and pick another movie, or maybe we should just call it a night."

She looked up at me to see how serious I was. I glared back at her. Disappointment crossed her face. "You're right," she said, standing up. "I'll just have to ask the guys at school." She sighed and padded over to the TV. Her little bum squinched as she walked, framed nicely by the outline of the thong. Her stockinged legs seemed to glide with her step.

She popped out the movie and clicked it back into its case. Then she sneaked it back into its hiding place.

"Um. Mary-Kate," I said, "It ... uh ... It might not be such a good idea to ask guys at school for advice on sex."

She sauntered back to the couch and flopped down beside me. "I dunno," she responded, "I know some guys who would be happy to explain a blowjob to me." She interlaced her fingers and placed them over my shoulder, and then rested her chin on her knuckles. "You don't need to worry about it anymore, Unc," she said, "I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

I swallowed. "Okay, you win," I replied, "Ask your questions."

"Really?!" She perked up immediately. "Okay," she said, moving her hands to my shorts and fiddling the fly open.

"Oh hey!" I scooched my hips away and gathered my fly closed. "No you don't. You can ask, but no demonstrations."

She pouted. "But I have to show you some things with your wiener in order to ask you."

"Well, my wiener is off limits," I insisted. I thought for a moment and then held up an index finger. "This will have to do."

She giggled. "Oh Uncle Harvey," she exclaimed, "It's so small." She rubbed it with her hand. "Look. Look. It's pointing up," she laughed.

"All right, let's go with the questions."

She settled down and curled her hands around my partially closed fist, pulling it towards her. "Okay. Do guys like it better like this?" She brought my finger up to her mouth and flicked her tongue slowly along its side and then all over it. "Or like this?" She changed to licking with long, wet strokes. Even though it was just my finger, I was surprised at how erotic it felt. A shiver went down my back.

I swallowed. "They ... uh ... both are good," I observed.

She continued licking and hummed, "Uhmmm hummm?" Then she began kissing my finger with little smacky pecks. "And is this good?" She kissed all over its surface, and as she went, she changed to nibbling on the skin.

"Oh that ...," I coughed. "That would ... uh ... would be good, yes." My erection stretched up, frantically trying to press against something firm.

She moved my hand between our faces and looked at me through my extended finger as she made a slow run of kisses up its length. "Good, huh?"

"Uh huh," I whimpered.

"And how about this?" she asked, as she sucked my fingertip into her mouth. Then she slowly bobbed up and down on it, inserting it more and more with each bob.

"Ohhhh ... the ... um ... well, that ... ohhh," I searched for something coherent to say. My groin was burning. "Just don't touch it with your teeth."

In and out, my finger slipped. In and out. "No?" she murmured. In and out. In and out.

"No." I gulped.

She lifted her head off. Her eyes looked soft and yielding. "And do I just let it slip in and out, or do I suck on it?" she asked, dreamily. "Like this?"

"Okay!" I exclaimed, jumping off the couch. "That's enough of that!" I hurriedly did up my pants.

She looked up at me with a pout, but surprisingly, she didn't press the point. She stood up, gathered up her dress off the ground and hooked her arm around my elbow. "Well," she sighed, "I guess the date's over." She nestled her cheek against my shoulder and hugged in against my arm.

She was being unusually cooperative, but I wasn't going to argue. I glanced down at her leaning against me, her compliant eyes staring adoringly back. My eyes travelled down her body, over her exquisitely shaped breasts, along her exotically shaded legs.

"Will you escort me to my room, good sir?" she asked.

"Sure," I replied and led the way, but I couldn't shake the feeling that she was plotting something.

We walked arm in arm down the hall and turned into her room. "Why don't you get ready for bed, and then I'll come back to tuck you in," I suggested.

She slipped her thong over her hips and let it fall to the floor. Then she sat on the edge of the bed. "No," she replied, leaning back and pointing her feet up at me, "I'm ready now if you'll just help me with my stockings."

I was lured by her slinky legs kicking slowly up towards my face. They beckoned me forward, towards her naked pussy, towards her trustingly bare breasts, towards her innocent face. I fortified myself and kneeled in front of her. As I carefully rolled the nylons down her legs, I readied myself for some kind of advance or assault, but she simply let me bare her legs and then slipped under her sheets.

I draped her stockings over the back of her chair and returned to sit on the bed. She seemed cheery enough.

"Thanks for the date," she said.

"No. Thank you," I replied, "You did all the work. The dinner was great, and I ... uh ... I really enjoyed ... um ... watching the movie with you."

She grinned back at me knowingly. "Really? Did you enjoy the cuddling part?"

"Yes."

"Uh huh, and did you enjoy the kissing part?"

"Y-y-yes."

"Uh-huh, and did you ..."

"All right," I interjected, "I enjoyed all of it. Time to go to sleep now."

"You know who didn't have any fun tonight?"

"Who?

"Uncle Harvey's wiener. Maybe I should ..."

"All right, all right. Bed time."

"Ohhh," she whined, "Uncle Harvey?"

"Yes, my pet."

"Do I have to be-e-e-eg you for a good-night kiss?"

I snickered. "No." I leaned down and gave her a long kiss on her lips. As I pulled away, we smiled warmly at each other. "Good night, pumpkin."

"Good night, Uncle Harvey."

I made my way to the door and turned out the light.

"If you want to play with your wiener tonight, Uncle Harvey," she said, "Come and get me up. I know how to do it now."

I laughed and left the room.

*** Friday: Night ***

I sauntered into the bathroom and sighed. Denying myself of her was unquestionably the right thing to do, but I felt such anguish doing it. I didn't know whether it was love, lust or lechery that was making me feel that way, but I suspected that it was a motivation that was rather low on the virtue scale.