For years Hank and Laura Bauer had done Laura's sister Amy a favor by having the single mother's only child stay with them for a week or so each summer, and through the years Erin Bauer had understandably accepted the exile from her friends at home with varying degrees of attitude. More recently the now 18 year old lass had become more tolerant of being shipped out to the middle of nowhere because even Erin had come to realize that her Mom deserved a break.
For the middle-aged hosts, Erin's presence cheered up the empty nest couple, although to be fair Laura Bauer was much more accepting of the chance to be a mother for a week. Hank Bauer? Well, as the gruff trucker would have admitted if forced to, as Erin grew older he realized that it was a good thing he had never fathered a girl, and it was just as well that his long hauls found him away from the house during some of the visits.
This year's visit found Hank at home for their niece's entire stay, and although Hank had insisted to his wife that it was a coincidence, after seeing pictures of the girl at her graduation he knew wanted a chance to get to know Erin better.
Right from the moment Erin got dropped off, the atmosphere in the house changed, or at least that was how Hank saw it. His wife Laura seemed oblivious to it but Hank felt it and he sensed that Erin felt it too. She felt her uncle's eyes on her in a different way, and while it seemed to make her nervous it wasn't overt for her aunt to see.
The banter between Uncle Hank and Niece Erin was a little bawdy during the day, but only when Aunt Laura wasn't around. At those times it got a little suggestive, more so on Hank's part but Erin giggled at a lot of it, and there she was sitting in the chair opposite her uncle and aunt, wearing the tank top Hank had suggested she wear although she had a bra on underneath.
The TV was on but nobody was watching it, most noticeable Aunt Laura who was sound asleep, her head leaned back and pointing upwards with a occasional snort making the other two smile.
"Why don't you come over here Erin?" Hank asked as he padded the middle cushion that separated him from his wife at the far end, his gruff voice lowered and softened to something he hoped sounded like a Caucasian Barry White. "Plenty of room."
"What if Aunt Laura woke up and saw me there?" Erin whispered.
"Not a chance," Hank informed his niece. "Thanks to Lunesta she's gone for the night."
"Okay," the nubile teen said as she crossed the room and eased into the space in the middle of the sofa, putting her elbow on the back of the couch and turning to face her uncle, shrugging her curly light brown hair back over her bare shoulder.
"Much better," Hank smiled as he faced Erin, and nodding to the blouse he had found with some other things his niece had left behind last year, added, "and thanks for wearing that blouse. It's one of my favorites."
"Kinda small on me. I think it shrunk," Erin frowned in referring to tight fit of the horizontally striped blouse.
"I think it's more a case of you growing," Hank purred as he looked at the top's snug fit around the girl's chest, which while not large had blossomed a bit since last year. "It would look better without the bra underneath though."
"Don't think Aunt Laura would appreciate that," Erin sniffed.
"Probably not. She'd be jealous more than anything," Hank opined. "I love the gal but these days? She never had much on top to begin with, but now when she takes her bra off her tits collapse. They look like fried eggs laying there."
"That's not nice. I love Aunt Laura."
"I do too and you're right. No, it isn't nice," Hank replied as he leered at his niece's chest. "Lucky for her she's only an A cup. What are you? A B cup for sure, maybe a C?"
"Uncle Hank?" Erin groaned as she blushed. "Can we talk about something else?"
"Okay," the older man agreed as he put his hand on the girl's wrist which rested behind him a bit, and as he let his rough fingers slide on the soft skin of Erin's forearm she shivered as goose bumps formed behind the touch. "Let's talk about this."
"Uncle Hank!" Erin hissed, glancing behind her to make sure her aunt wasn't awake. "What are you doing?"
"Playing," Hank told the squirming teen as the back of his index finger glided along the pale inside of her upraised arm until it slipped into her moist armpit to toy with the coating of peach fuzz in the deep recess. "I'm not the only one that didn't shave this morning."
"Forgot," Erin admitted as she watched the stroking finger. "Sorry."
"Don't be. I think it's sexy," Hank noted as he kept up his playfulness. "Wouldn't bother me if you didn't shave at all. Last year I picked up this girl who was hitchhiking. She had more hair under her arms than I did - hairy legs too - but it didn't bother me. To be honest I kind of like it. Your aunt didn't use the razor much when she was your age "
"That what you do when you're away Uncle Hank? Pick up hippie chicks on the road?" Erin asked. "I remember overhearing Mom talking about how you screwed around on her sister."
"I understand that when you're apart a lot and you're oversexed things happen," Hank told his niece. "But not to me. I have many faults but infidelity isn't one of them. I have been faithful even when sorely tempted. That cheating works both ways you know."
"Aunt Laura doesn't seem like the type to have an affair," Erin replied timidly, and her uncle shrugged his shoulders and tried to change the subject.
"So Erin, you aren't one of those girls that shave down there - are you?" her uncle said as he nodded down to her lap.
"This is getting weird," Erin said in not answering the question.
"Think so? How about this then?" Hank said with a twinkle in his eye just before he leaned over, and before his niece could react his mouth took his finger's place, swabbing the scented sandpaper-like hollow with the flat of his tongue and kissing her underarm before straightening back up and grinning at the shocked teen.
"What if Aunt Laura saw you do that?" Erin asked after she stopped shivering.
"I suspect she would say something like "there goes my kinky husband again" or something similar," Hank explained. "She might also notice that you seem to have big nipples."
"Omigod!" Erin gasped when she saw the outline of the fat peg visible through her top and bra.
"It's really strange to see you now, all grown up," Hank said with a sigh. "Makes me feel creepy because of the things I think about too."
"I suspect we all think weird stuff, Uncle Hank. It's when you do the weird stuff instead of leaving it in your head that you get in trouble," Erin explained. "You must keep the strange stuff to yourself."
"I don't know. Remember that a minute ago I licked your armpit," her uncle reminded her, and after she grinned and shrugged he added, "did you like that?"
"Like what? You licking my underarm?" Erin asked, and after her uncle nodded she replied. "I dunno. I would have liked it better if I wasn't hairy. Probably smelly too by now."
"Erin, that peach fuzz hardly qualifies as hair, and by the way you smelled fine," she was told. "Your deodorant burns off by the end of the day so I didn't have to deal with the chemical taste. I got nothing but pure unadulterated Erin."
"Serving wine with dinner might not have been a good idea judging by the way this conversation is going."
"Are you offended?"
"No, it's just weird, and why are you wiggling around like that?"
"My boxers are bunched up and it's making me uncomfortable. Probably me having an erection isn't helping."
