Here's Part 3! Part 4 is almost finished and will be here soon. Feedback/suggestions much appreciated.
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The vacation with Naomi was all I could think about in weeks since. The passion, and the magic between us. We'd seen each other since, but could not embrace as we had before. We were forced to remain physically distant for the sake of secrecy.
That didn't mean that we weren't keeping in touch.
Family dinners where I was invited became more common as I grew closer to the rest of the family. My sister Kaitlyn was an excellent chef, and her husband Robert made for interesting conversation thanks to his career as a journalist. The two were gracious hosts, which only increased my sense of guilt. I wished at times that I could ignore my instinctive cravings.
We had a couple movie nights. I helped Robert out with a couple projects around the house. Naomi showed me her latest paintings, a desert landscape at sunset and a secret one she hid under her bed. It was of a very busty woman, and my niece found it quite amusing.
"Looks like someone I know," I commented.
Beyond that, there was little time spent at the house. The only flirting I got to do with Naomi was a hushed whisper in the hall or a quick grope while her parents were in the other room. Most of my time was spent at work. Our chances to speak were few and far between, but we both had an obvious desire to carry this relationship forward.
One such opportunity came last night. After dinner, Naomi excused herself to wash up while I began cleaning the dishes. My sister and her husband called it an early night, retreating to their bedroom. A lucky break.
"Need some help?" Naomi asked from the hall.
"I'm trying to clean the dishes and you're the one that spilled pasta all over your shirt," I joked. I could sense her eyes rolling as she took a step forward. I continued scrubbing plates, leaning over the sink as she approached.
"You know it's a hard target to miss," she reminded me.
"I know that, but you still thought you could get away with shoveling food mountains at a time."
"A girl's gotta eat. I'll admit I bit off a bit more than I could chew."
"Sometimes I think that about us," I sighed.
"What do you mean?" she asked in a hushed tone.
"The secrecy, the longing. Knowing what we want but being unable to have it. We have all this baggage now, all the obstacles. I thought the focus of our relationship would be on us... but it's on everyone else," I spoke softly.
"I know," she sighed, hugging me from behind and resting her head against my back. I continued my work and after a moment she released me and joined me by my side.
We finished cleaning the dishes together in silence. I marvelled over my niece's udder-like breasts as she worked. Those industrious milk factories. Restrained only by a pasta-stained shirt and a nursing bra. Inches from my lips.
"What should we call ourselves?" Naomi wondered aloud as we turned to face each other. I knew exactly what she was referring to.
What kind of name could you attach to this relationship and the partners in it? Uncle and niece? Boyfriend and girlfriend? We were two lovers denying our love to everyone but ourselves. At least right now, I had no answer.
"Let's stick to uncle and niece, like it's always been, at least for now," I concluded. The blonde nodded.
"There's an obvious thing we haven't tried yet," Naomi switched topics.
"What's that?"
"Phone sex," she whispered with a grin.
"Would it be possible? It seems like one of your parents is always home... could you whisper quietly enough?" I asked.
"I get my chances every now and then. They have to go grocery shopping sometime," she explained.
"You've got my mobile number, right?"
"Of course. You've got mine?"
"I do, but I don't happen to have a picture for you in my contacts," I winked.
"We'll just have to fix that," she said, beginning to pose. She leaned her right hip against the counter as I got my phone out. Her right hand pressed down on the counter while her left rested on her hip. My camera caught everything, from the impish grin to the food-stained shirt. That would continue to bring some laughs.
We wished each other a good night and resolved to experiment with our new idea the next day.
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Naomi being the one with the more restrictive schedule, we decided that she should be the one to call. I could make time at work. We texted back and forth that morning, mostly innocuous things. Music we'd been listening to, what was on TV. It wasn't until a quarter past 11 that we got our opportunity.
"Dad's heading to the library for research. Might take a while," her text informed me.
I knew her father was very thorough when it came to such matters. With her mom at work and dad now out of the house, I got myself ready to call. I worked for the city as an IT manager. Nothing glamorous or exciting, but it was secure and kept the lights on at home.
Most of my work was conducted from my personal office. I rarely had to venture anywhere in person. That was the job of my three subordinates to go out into the field. We managed city email and servers, the city website, maintained computers, assisted the parks and recreation district as well as the schools, but it never kept us that busy. Today was an exceptionally slow day.
Clearing my throat, I stood up to lock my office door. I slid the old blanket I used to trap heat up against the base of the door. It helped muffle sound, not that there was anybody else in the office today. Turning the blinds closed, I sat down excitedly in my chair, reaching for my private phone.
"Hello?" came Naomi's voice.
"Hey sugarbutt," I greeted.
"Uncle Peter, you haven't called me that in forever," she giggled. I'd barely even remembered the nickname mysmyself.
"Sounds a bit odd calling you that, seems like it's ignoring the elephants in the room."
"Sugarboobs, maybe," she suggested.
"Maybe, maybe," I nodded.
Despite our flirtatious start, we struggled a bit after that. Phone sex was new to us. There were painfully long pauses here and there. It's just something about phones that makes talking more difficult. If we were together in person, we could have written a book by now.
It took a while to adapt and become comfortable with it. Naomi blossomed into a natural once we began to dispense with the pleasantries. I was glad my chair could recline as I sunk back further by the minute. The girl was getting into the really good parts now.
"Oh you should see my nipples, they're so fat and juicy right now," the young woman purred.
"Your shirt's off?" I inquired.
"Whenever it can be. How about your pants?" she asked.
"They're still on. But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't thinking about unzipping them."
"Good."
"What are you up to right now?"
"Oh, nothing much, just got a problem between my legs that I've gotta solve. The same problem every day, ever since that weekend at the lake."
