Uncle Jack is here! Trish shouted as the cab pulled up out front. She squealed her delight as she bounded for the front door. She hadn't seen her favorite Uncle since her sixteenth birthday. "Would you like help getting to the front door, or are you ok?" the cab driver asked.
"I can take it from here, but thanks just the same," he answered while handing the cabby a five dollar tip. Slinging his travel bag over his left shoulder, he unfolded his white cane and tapped to locate the sidewalk.
As the cab drove away, Jack could hear the front door open and the voice of his niece Trish yelled, "I'm coming Uncle Jack!" Hearing her running footsteps, Jack let the cane fall to the ground as the nineteen-year-old threw herself into his arms. Squeezing him tightly around his waist, the girl reined kisses on his face as she squealed her delight. Jack put his own arms around her slender waist and hugged her tight. He was also trying to hold himself upright.
"Hey Kiddo. Give me a big kiss." Trish responded with a full on kiss on his mouth.
"UmmmM!" she noised with a smack as she broke the kiss. "I'm so glad you're here," she said in a rush. "How long are you staying? Will you be here for my party?" She drilled him with questions as she bounced up and down on her toes, all the while maintaining her hold on him.
"For crying out loud Trish. Give him a chance to get in out of the heat."
"Ok Mom," Trish answered. "I've got your stick Uncle Jack," she said as she bent down to retrieve his cane. Uncle and niece walked up to the porch arm in arm, both with broad smiles. Inside the house was slightly cooler, but still humid. He greeted his sister-in-law, Donna with a hug and a kiss, noting how much her body felt like her daughter's slender form.
"Here," Donna said. "Hold out your hand. I know you'll want this," she said as she put a chilled mug of beer into his outstretched hand. "Pretty hot out there. Isn't it?" she asked.
"Too damned hot for my taste. That's why I moved to the Pacific Northwest. I can't take this crappy climate anymore." He said, taking a deep draft of the refreshing brew.
"Uncle Jack. I'd like you to meet my best friend Oko," Trish introduced her friend. "She's an exchanged student from Tokyo."
"Hello Uncle," Oko said as she shook his free hand. I'm glad to meet you."
"Hello Oko from Tokyo." Jack responded. He noticed how her small hand felt delicate, but with a firm grip. Her voice too, was delicate in his ears, with an accent to be sure, but she obviously was comfortable with English.
"Is anyone else here yet?" Jack asked.
"No. They're all coming tomorrow," Donna told him. "Tonight, it's just us four."
After a wonderful dinner of fried chicken and potato salad beside the in-ground pool, they sat and enjoyed what little relief there was thanks to a slight breeze. It was better than being in the stuffy house. "I'm going in for a cold beer. Would you like another Uncle Jack?".
"You know better than to ask if your Uncle Jack would like another beer," Donna said with a chuckle. After setting his beer on the table in front of him , Trish leaned down and kissed Jack on his cheek. As she did so, her full, young breasts mashed softly into his forearm. He made no attempt to pull his arm away from his beer, but neither did he let on that he did indeed notice.
"What's that for?" he asked.
"Just for being here," his niece said. The four chatted and got caught up as the hot sun settled behind the trees that surrounded the property. That in itself brought a bit more relief from the muggy Northeast summer day.
"Uncle Jack," his niece began. "You didn't notice that I cut my hair."
"You cut that beautiful hair?" Jack exclaimed. , he had always enjoyed running his fingers through that thick main of crimson curls when they visited.
"Sure did. It's hot standing under all that hair. I just cut it for the summer. Don't worry. I'll grow it back in the fall just for you. Here, feel how short it is now," she said, and lowered herself beside his lounger and put his free hand on her head. Jack's eyebrows shot up as he ran his fingers through the short locks.
"You didn't change the color, did you?"
"No," she said, much to his relief. "I like being a redhead," she went on. "Redheads are alluring and sexy. Didn't you know that?" As Jack chuckled his response, Oko, who had been sitting quietly, spoke up.
"In Japan, some of the more liberated women dye their hair red." Jack tried to picture an Asian redhead. Before he could respond, Trish said,
"Oko has beautiful long hair. Oko. Come over here and let Uncle Jack touch your hair." As the girl rose from her chair and crossed to where Jack sat, Trish said,
"You're going to love this." Oko knelt beside Trish with her back to Jack. The blind man first touched, then began to run his fingers through the heavy, softness of her jet black hair, warm from the hot sun.
"WOW!" He remarked. "How long is your hair Oko?"
"Stand up," Trish commanded. As the girl stood, Jack let the straight lush locks run through his fingers. As she rose, the backs of his sensitive fingers touched first, the soft, warm skin at the base of her neck, then down along her spine to what felt like a bra strap then more skin with firm muscle underneath.
"Obviously a bikini top," his brain registered. Her hair ended below her waist. His hand was now at the crack of the girl's butt. He could feel the cleft through her thin shorts.
"Her hair is blue-black and shiny," Donna explained. "Any woman would kill to have hair like that."
"She's beautiful too Uncle Jack," Trish said.
"Yes," Jack thought to himself. "I'll bet she is."
It was 12:35 in the morning according to the talking wristwatch on the nightstand by Jack's bed.
"Sheesh! It's too fucking hot to sleep," he thought to himself as he sat up. Pulling on his loose, bluejean cut-offs, he made his way downstairs and out onto the front porch to cool off. His skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat. As he enjoyed the cool of the night air on his nude torso, his thoughts drifted back to this evening by the pool. Both of those young girls felt good to his touch. He knew it was wrong to think about his niece that way, but his thoughts were his own and nobody else's damn business. Over the years, he had watched Trish go from a skinny tomboy into a shapely young woman. He had a pretty good image of what she looked like because of the many times they had hugged. There were also the many times over the years that they had rubbed or bumped against each other, like today at dinner when she leaned to kiss him. By the feel of her breasts pressed into his forearm, he could tell she was well built. By the feel of her waist when he put his arms around for their frequent hugs, he could get a general idea of how tall and shapely her young body must look.
Jack was lost in his musings when he heard the front door open behind him. Two soft hands came down on his bare shoulders as his young niece knelt behind him and said,
"I thought I heard someone moving around. You can't sleep either Uncle Jack?"
"No baby-girl. It's too damned hot in the house." Putting her cheek next to his, Trish said,
"Oko and I are by the pool. Why don't you come out back and join us?" Jack detected the unmistakable smell of Marijuana on her breath.
"Ummm. Smells like you two are having a party out there."
With a small giggle in her voice, Trish said,
"Want to join us? We're cooling off in the pool."
"I definitely would like some of what you two are smoking," he answered.
