It was almost like old times. Uncle Joe had stopped by, like he used to do every Friday night, before he had moved east a couple years ago. He was back as a special favor for his sister, who had asked him to come visit to keep an eye on Jolie while Sis was enjoying herself in Las Vegas.
Joe had arrived early that evening, but was still getting used to his 18-year-old niece. The last time he had seen her, she was just becoming a woman. Now she was a stunning beauty, and she seemed to still have her old crush on Uncle Joe. They had spent the evening talking and catching up. She was wearing an old t-shirt and sweat pants. Uncle Joe tried to get her to laugh, because she wasn't wearing a bra, and he liked to watch her breasts. He didn't know why, but laughing made her nipples go erect, right behind that thin layer of cotton. He kept the conversation going, asking how school was going, friends (boyfriends none, girlfriends a couple), and her struggles with her mom (typical teenage bustin' out stuff). As he listened to her talk, he let her sweet voice go straight to his heart, while his head kept wondering if she had any panties on under those pants. But after a couple hours, even Uncle Joe ran out of chit-chat questions. Jolie got up to leave, "bedtime," she said.
"It's really great to see you, again, Uncle Joe," she said.
"You, too," Joe said.
He gave his 18-year-old niece a hug and kiss on the cheek. Jolie held on a little tighter and a little longer than he remembered. She wasn't afraid to press herself into his body like he remembered when she was sixteen. Then, before he knew it, she gave her uncle a lingering kiss on the lips. When she eased back, he looked her in the eyes, and saw her looking right back. He blinked to keep himself from falling into those beautiful green pools. He glanced over at the television, then back at Jolie.
"Hey, you want to watch a movie before going to bed?" he asked.
A tremor went through his body when he asked, ending in a pulse to his dick. He hoped the tremor hadn't shown up in his voice. Jolie cocked her head, then smiled.
"Sure," she answered.
Joe reflected Jolie's infectious grin.
Joe had helped raise Jolie since she was an infant. He had watched her grow up to become a beautiful, young woman. He loved her like his own daughter. But when she looked into his eyes the way she just did, Joe got a different feeling for Jolie, a feeling he knew was more about her being a woman than being his niece.
Jolie picked out a movie, a romantic comedy she knew he liked. They sat down on the couch, Joe still feeling warm from his reaction to her gaze.
"Mind if I turn out the lights," she asked.
"No, go ahead," Joe replied.
Joe always watched movies with the lights out and the sound up. He got more from the movie that way. He smiled as he thought how he and his niece were in the dark, like on a date to the movie theater. Jolie took the comforter off the back of the couch.
"I'm cold," she said, with the slightest pout.
Even without looking, Joe knew she was pursing her lips, just from the way she had said it. He had heard her say she was cold ever since she was old enough to talk. Over the years she had perfected her sad puppy-dog face to get what she wanted from her uncle. This time, he was afraid to look, afraid what his reaction might be to those beautiful, tender, lips and her exaggerated sad eyes.
She stretched her legs and put her feet up in Joe's lap. She'd been doing this since she was a child, too.
"Feet cold, again?" Joe asked.
"Always!" she said.
He rubbed her feet between his hands, but they remained cold as stone.
"Here, put them under my leg," Joe said. He lifted one of his legs and let Jolie slip her feet under his thigh. He put his leg back down, her feet now kept warm between his legs. He had done this, too, since she was a kid, but tonight it felt different. Thoughts were creeping into his head and he pushed them out. He tried to act as if everything were the same, as when she was just a child.
"Here," Joe said as he handed Jolie the remote for the DVD player, "tonight you're in control,"
"Ok," she said. But when she took the DVD from him, he couldn't help thinking that they were talking about something other than the movie. She gave him what looked like a knowing nod, then pressed play to start the movie.
They liked watching romantic comedies, and shared a few laughs together as the movie introduced the bumbling beau. When Joe laughed, he would look over at Jolie. He enjoyed watching her laugh. She didn't look at him, but let him watch her, acting as if she didn't know he was looking.
When the inevitable first touch between the couple in the movie took place, Joe was surprised to feel Jolie's toes curl into his inner thigh. He wasn't sure if she was just reacting to the movie, or she intended to give him a squeeze. But when the movie showed the first kiss, there was no mistaking as she pressed her foot gently, tentatively, into his crotch. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the gentle pressure on his balls. He leaned back against the couch, sliding his crotch ever so slightly against her foot. Then he clenched his thighs and gave her a squeeze. She responded with the slightest wiggle of her toes, a move that sent shivers up Joe's spine and blood rushing to his dick.
Joe opened his eyes, looking down at her feet between his legs. He moved his hand to her leg. As he raised his eyes to look at her face, he slowly slid his hand up her leg to just above her knee. She was looking right at him, her lids heavy and her lips slightly parted. She was breathing faster. When he squeezed her leg just above the knee, she closed her eyes for a couple seconds, then re-opened them.
"Did you mean what you said?" she asked, looking at him, her eyes playful and her smile revealing that she knew a secret.
"What do you mean?"
"About me being in control."
