Chapter One: Moving Day
I want to thank BrettJ for editing this, my very first incest story. You are a wonderful and dear, sweet man. A niece couldn't have asked for a better uncle.
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He walked in and set down the heavy box just as Anne was coming out of the kitchen with a dishrag in her hands. "That's the last of it," he announced.
"I really appreciate your help."
He shrugged as if it didn't matter. He had nothing better to do anyway.
"You want a beer?" she asked. "Or do you need to get going on a hot date?"
He grinned and looked almost boyish with his slightly freckled face. "That would be great, Anne. And no. No date tonight."
"Too bad," she said lightly as she went to the Fridge and took out a cold Bud Light bottle while also retrieving one for herself. "I guess you'll just have to stay here and help me unpack."
"I could do that," he answered.
He sat down heavily on the couch, his legs spread slightly open in relaxation. His arm was resting over his eyes as Anne approached with the beer. He heard her coming and took down his arm and opened his eyes as he reached for the bottle.
"Thanks," he said. His brownish-green eyes met her blue eyes and he noticed how they had a spark to them; as if she had mischief on her mind.
She nodded and went to sit on the loveseat along the other wall, tucking her right leg under her as she sat.
They sat in silence for a while, just drinking their beers. It tasted good after the long, hot day of moving Anne into her very own townhouse. She still had a lot of unpacking to do and there were boxes everywhere. The walls were cream colored, awaiting the many photographs that Anne had taken throughout the years. Brett had long admired his niece's work as a photographer. If only she'd take it to the next level and become a true paid professional.
He looked over at her casually. Anne was in a light blue spaghetti strap tank top with white shorts. Her long hair pulled up into a frazzled knot on top of her head. He inwardly frowned as he recalled her hair when it was down, flowing gently around her shoulders. He liked it better down. He suddenly had an urge to loosen the knot on top of her head and run his fingers through the raven strands. His cock twitched at the thought. What the hell? He should not be having lustful thoughts about her. Though only ten years separated them, Anne was still his sister's daughter, his niece.
Anne was having her own daydreams as she watched her Uncle Brett on the sofa. His legs were still slightly apart and she could almost see his balls peeking out from his shorts. He was a good-looking man and she'd always looked up to him. She's had a major crush on him when she was in junior high school until her mother sternly told her that he was her uncle and there would never be anything between them. The crush slowly faded but Brett's rugged good looks just got more refined. Right now his reddish brown hair was starting to gray around his temples, making him the kind of distinguished older gentleman to which she's always been attracted. His six-foot-two-inch muscular frame would easily fill her petite five-foot-four inch body.
If only
, she thought wistfully.
"What are you thinking, Sunshine?" he casually used the nickname he'd given her so many years ago.
She blushed and shook her head as she quickly took a swig of the beer. What would he think of her if he knew her thoughts? "Just looking at the gray at your temples." Not a lie. Not quite.
"Oh great!" He thread is right hand through his hair and moaned. He hated getting older.
"No," she said firmly. "It looks great on you is what I meant." He lifted an eyebrow at her and she continued. "Very sexy, in my opinion."
Brett cocked his head to one side as if trying to read her mind. He'd done it often enough in the past, or so she had thought. It was of course just a matter of reading her facial and body expressions. He noticed that her nipples had peaked slightly in the tank top and he mentally raised his eyebrow. Was she checking him out? Was she actually flirting with him? He shifted slightly on the couch and knew that his semi-erect cock was trying to escape from his shorts. Would she notice? What would she do if she did?
Anne did notice. His balls were in plain view against the soft green fabric and she could see his cock, every now and then, twitch. Men were always horny, her mother had said. Just because his cock was growing slightly didn't mean that he was thinking about her. Even though he didn't have a date tonight specifically, he was probably thinking about that woman with the short blonde hair. Not his own niece, for goodness sakes.
The air conditioner was finally cooling the living room down and Anne reached up to untie her knotted hair after setting her beer on the end table. Her breasts rose and fully stretched the light blue cotton as she attended to the ponytail. Brett saw her nipples budding against the top and his erection grew. God, she was beautiful. At twenty-eight, she was the prettiest of her four sisters. Her long black hair combined with her pert little nose and full lips made her have the face of an angel. Her slim figure was contributed to her many long walks every day and he knew without a doubt that her size 38B breasts would fit perfectly in his hands... and his mouth. Brett took another swig of beer to quench his suddenly dry throat.
She suddenly looked over at him and said, "Can you help me? It seems to be in a tight knot around the band."
He inwardly groaned, as he knew that if he got up now she would definitely see his erection. The thought of his sister, Anne's mother, beating him to within an inch of his life cooled his manhood enough to get up off the couch and come and sit behind her on the loveseat. Her back was facing him and a few loose strands of her hair fell gracefully along the back of her neck. God how he ached to just once kiss the nape of her neck, knowing it was a sensitive place on most women. His eyes went upward toward the knot in her hair and finally his fingers loosened the band holding it and he gently let it flow down towards her shoulders, guiltily running his fingers through it, trying to comb out the rough curls. He laid his hands on her shoulders and she turned to him with a shy smile. "Thank you."
He stared, fascinated at her lips as she had said the words and without thinking he brought his head closer to hers. Their lips touched lightly. It was a closed-mouth kiss. Similar to ones he had often given her in the past. A quick peck, as relatives sometimes did. Suddenly, she sighed heavily and his voice of reason left him. He skimmed the back of his hand against her soft cheek and tentatively touched his lips to hers again. A moan sounded between them and he wasn't sure if it was she or he. Her lips were so soft and full, just aching to be kissed soundly.
He took his mouth away from hers and looked into her face. Her eyes were glazed and her little pink tongue flicked out momentarily to lick her lips, as if tasting him again. His will flew out the window and he kissed her again, rougher this time, searching, tasting, and taking all that she would give. He wanted this woman. Her hands caressed his face and the back of his neck as they kissed, tongues dancing in an erotic rhythm that neither one could stop. His tongue brushed again and again over her own and he felt the small steel ball slightly back from the tip of her tongue. He knew that her tongue piercing would feel cool and hard as she sucked his cock and he grew larger; if that were possible. Brett's hands had roamed lower and he was gently caressing her nipple through the fabric, bringing it to a tight bud and eliciting more moans from her throat. He gently lifted her breast from the tank top and his mouth swiftly found the nipple. His tongue licked at her nipple and his teeth gently pulled. "Oh God," she cried out.
"You like it a little rough, Sunshine?" His voice was deep and husky against her breast. He felt her nod and continued to lavish attention on her breast. His hand was tightening her other nipple as she leaned back to expose her throat. He licked hard on her nipple and then gave soft kisses to her neck heading right back up to her lips. His hands found the hem of her tank top and he began to lift it up over her head. He had to see those beautiful breasts in all their glory.
He threw the tank top to the floor and looked at her for a moment, wanting to savor her. "My God, you are beautiful!" he sighed.
