Author's note: Thanks to Dimmu_Borgir for offering advice on punctuation. I've endeavored to correct those in this story, per your instructions. Anyone that is reading my stories, should also read their comment on Chapter 1 of this story. That's the type of helpful comment that makes someone a better writer. "You can't write for shit" helps no one and is promptly deleted. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter.
-nosebone
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The following weekend, Kassie and I went hiking both days. Nighttime found us watching Netflix and relaxing. We'd have a glass of wine and she would snuggle up next to me, like she had her whole life. I'd wrap my arm around her as we watched her favorite shows. I enjoyed sharing that time with her, just cuddling and talking, but I wondered if I should be. I knew I shouldn't give her a reason to become more assertive in her actions.
I realized I was becoming more affectionate with her as well. Nothing too significant, just the little touches that are shared between two people that are close and comfortable with one another. A light pat or rub on her lower back. Patting her firm thigh when we were driving. She always smiled and it made me do it more often, even if I probably shouldn't.
The rest of July passed quickly, as we did something together practically every day. She was having a great time and I enjoyed being with her. We took long drives in my two fun cars. She really loved driving the Ferrari, and joked that she would gladly accept one as a graduation present in a few years. The Viper was a different story, as its power scared even me at times. I'd bought it and tuned it up, often taking it up the coast to Laguna Seca to see what it what it could do. To a girl that drove a Honda Civic, it was terrifying. After she almost put us in a ravine her first time behind the wheel, she decided she'd be a passenger in the Viper.
One Thursday, we decided to go to Knott's Berry Farm to ride rollercoasters. We hadn't been in a couple of summers, and there were a few new ones we were looking to try. As we walked around the park, she'd insisted on holding my hand, like she'd done when she was younger. I felt a little self-conscious when I saw women my age stare at me in disgust. I noticed there was a very different look on the faces of men my age.
When we got in the Jeep to drive home, Kassie mentioned it.
"They probably thought I was your sugar daddy," I laughed.
She rolled her eyes, "I finally looked that up."
"You see what I mean, now," I asked.
"Yeah, I just thought it was something sweet," she grinned.
"No, not quite," I replied, laughing as we got on the freeway.
"I can't imagine doing that," she said.
"Not every girl has a rich uncle that spoils them constantly, though," I laughed.
"No, I'm lucky there," Kassie smiled. She reached over and rubbed my hand that rested on the gear shift. We drove in silence for a little while before she spoke again.
"There are benefits for both sides, I guess," she said with a devious smile.
"Ha, you think so, do you," I asked, wondering where this conversation was heading.
"Yeah, I mean the guys have pretty, younger girlfriends and the girls get a man with experience," she replied.
"Geez, Kassie, you seem to have thought this out," I laughed.
"It's true," she persisted, enthusiastically.
"Yeah, I suppose so, it's practically the perfect arrangement."
"Well, not for me anyway," she laughed.
"I'd hope not," I agreed.
"A handsome man with experience would be nice though."
"You're crazy." I smiled to hide my discomfort.
"No, I'm not. It's just that guys my age are horrible. They just want to get high, play video games and expect you to send them nudes constantly. They're not respectful at all," she complained.
"So, they're being teenage boys, you mean?"
"Yeah," she replied.
"I wish I could tell you that college will be immediately different, but I don't want to lie to you, sweetie. Boys are dumbasses until at least 21 or 22, usually."
"Ugh. That's what I'm afraid of. You weren't like that in college, though. Mom said you were a great guy."
"I didn't have time to be a jerk, honey. I stayed busy trying to get your mother and I through school," I said.
"I know," she said sadly.
"You'll just have to be patient, honey."
"I know, but I'm getting tired of being patient," she replied.
The first week of August, Kassie told me she had found a job at the school library. I was happy to hear that, as she'd worked in a library since she was 16. I figured that would be a good transition to college life for her. She started working almost immediately, leaving me home alone a lot during the day and early evening. I took the time to work on my Jeep and Land Rover, as well as doing some things around the house.
Our flirtation continued unabated. I didn't mention it to Manda because I didn't want to give her any more ideas. I found the uneasiness I felt began to fade. She would walk up and rub my back or arm. She would hug me spontaneously. I would touch her lower back or her shoulders, particularly if she was wearing one of her sports tops. I loved feeling her bare skin. It reminded me of 1984 all over again with her mother. Many times, I saw a look in her eye that made me think she was holding back, that she was thinking of more than what we were sharing. We were treading on thin ice, I often reminded myself, but it didn't stop me from what I was doing.
She said several things over the next week or so, that taken out of context, would have seemed harmless. Given the way she was acting though, they could only be interpreted one way. They were overtly sexual in nature, but she played it off as something innocent. I just smiled and laughed. I felt I should stop encouraging her, but after one of those moments of clarity, I eventually returned to my previous course. She also made a few off-hand comments about how close her mother and I were. Nothing specific, but enough to make my antenna twitch.
She made sure I had opportunities to see her in less and less clothing. One morning for instance, I was in the kitchen making some oatmeal for breakfast. She walked in wearing just a tank top and a tiny black thong. I was just wearing my sleep shorts, so I guess I wasn't in any position to be overtly critical.
She acted surprised, "Oh, Uncle John, I didn't realize you were up already," she smiled innocently.
"Yeah, just making some breakfast, you want some," I asked. I returned her smile, even though we both knew she hadn't beat me out of bed since she'd arrived.
"Sure." She replied. I watched as she reached into the cabinet to get juice glasses for us. She made an overly dramatic effort, and it had the desired effect. I couldn't help but watch. I admired her lean frame, all stretched out, her breasts unhindered beneath her tank top. I longed to walk over and caress her. When she turned back to me, she saw that I'd been watching her. She gave me an innocent little smile, but I saw something very different in her eyes. She poured the juice, then walked over behind me and gave me a hug. I felt her soft breasts and face against my back. I realized the oatmeal wasn't the only think stirring, so was my cock. She let go of me and moved beside me, her arm still around my bare lower back. I turned to look at her and saw her little nipples were rock hard. Resistance to her was becoming harder by the moment.
"So, what are we going to do today," she asked.
"I don't know, what do you want to do?"
"Something fun," she said, running her hand over my lower back. Her hand felt amazing as she moved it in a slow circle.
"That really narrows it down," I replied, smiling. The hug and her continued touch, combined with what she was wearing had the predictable effect on me. I watched her look down at the front of my shorts. My cock was rapidly on the rise. I watched her as she looked at it. She seemed almost mesmerized. Finally, she looked back up at me.
"I..uh, we'll think of something, I'm sure," she said, her voice shaky. I was glad I wasn't the only one nervous about what was going on. She wrapped her arms around me again, and squeezed me tightly.
