My brother Chris raised her to be respectful, straightforward, and honest. She brought her natural brilliance, vivaciousness and loveliness, making her a very attractive total package. And her hard-working intelligence and intensity brought her success in academia, a bachelors degree, a masters degree and an interest in sociology for which she was studying for her PhD. She had arranged to attend a full week intensive seminar in my town about 600 miles from the village she grew up in, where she still lives. She needed a place to stay, I was a close relative, her uncle, and it seemed natural that she would stay with me in my spare room. Certainly I would have no problem having her around, a vivacious young woman who would live in my life, my small life, for a short time. My wife of 28 years died three years ago. Having female company in my house would be a delight. She stood at my door, holding a suitcase and a little duffel bag. I carried them upstairs for her, showed her to her room, and left her to "freshen up." She came downstairs, wearing an iPod, yoga pants and a sleeveless black leo tank top. She announced she was going for a run, that she'd be back by around dinner time. And sure enough, back she came just before dinnertime, looking flush and ripe from exercising. She helped me chop some vegetables, stir fried them with a little bit of chicken and we had a simple dinner with rice and vegetables. We worked easily together in the kitchen, laughing as we prepared our food and drank a glass of wine together. I thought to myself, I'm going to enjoy these two weeks with Emily. How little I knew... Around 9:30, as I was walking by the bathroom, she emerged, just after her shower. A puff of moisture billowed out, rife with some heady womanly scent that clung to the vapor, the scent of her. I admit, I liked it. After a few minutes, I tapped lightly on her door. "Come in," she said. I entered her room. Emily was tucked up tight in bed, on her back with everything but her lovely face and hair under the covers. She slid over as I sat about halfway down the bed, near her hip. She told me about the seminar she would be taking, some transpersonal relation seminar, I guess, I didn't really understand. I leaned over and stroked her hair in a fatherly, or rather, avuncular way and as I straightened, I slid my hands down lightly, tenderly, over her body, very lightly across her well-covered shoulders, chest and her abdomen. I looked at her straightforwardly and said, "Emily, I'm glad you're here," and bent over giving her a little peck on the forehead. She smiled demurely and said, "Thank you, Uncle David." Next morning, I was at the breakfast table and Emily waltzed in with a sweet smile on her face. She looked lovely, a bouncy beauty. Ready for her first day of her seminar. I offered her some breakfast which she gobbled right up. She put her dishes in the sink and came back to the table. "How do I look?" she asked. She stood straight in front of me, boldly, proudly even. Emily was wearing soft brown suede shin-hugging boots with a burst of fringe at the top, black tights, short (very!), black knit skirt, loose white shirt, and a long, silky, electric blue scarf around her neck. A stunning package! "Just lovely, Em." I didn't want to say really how lovely I thought she looked, being a little embarrassed. "Turn around for me," I said, making a little circle movement with my hand. She rotated slowly around and as she turned sideways, I could see the light playing over her curves jutting out front, and more curves proudly jutting the opposite way, slightly lower. Ravishing. On an odd impulse, I said "Emily. Put your hands behind your head." It came out more as an order than anything else. She looked at me very strongly, very directly. But she complied, still staring at me. "Come closer, Em. Stand here." Again she complied. She stood directly in front of me, I gave her the command, "Turn around again." And again, she complied. "You're a beauty, Em." She gave me a big, beautiful smile. She looked at her watch and her eyes bulged. "Oh my gosh, I'm late!" She grabbed her bag, smiled, turned and headed down the hall, and as she got almost to the door, she skipped the last couple of steps, excited and happy. She turned from the door and faced me. "Uncle David, thank you so much for coming in last night. You made me feel so welcome!" She turned and left. Emily. As one can imagine, I was somewhat aflame during the course of the day. A meeting with my partner and a new client went just fine, I don't think anyone noticed how distracted I was. Fortunately I was able to focus on our project, but it seemed that the space between words was filled with a breathless awareness, a delicious tension. My few words with Em this morning had flared up a desire that I hadn't felt for many years. I happened to be in the kitchen when she arrived home about five, fresh from the seminar. As she waltzed in, she put her 2 bags down and came over to give me a hug, an A-frame hug. As we loosened up the hug, I put my hand on her hair, and instead of bailing on the hug, she relaxed her body fully against me and hummed a toneless note, a clear sign she was one of those women who loved to have her hair messed with. I scratched her scalp and head for a few minutes, and she purred contentedly. M was having a good time. As I played with her lush hair, I grabbed a few handfuls of hair and pulled, noticeably hard. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and a sigh, not quite a moan of pleasure, but close. More like a quiver. I held onto her hair for a full 5 seconds, during which time we both became aware of something... I released her hair and we disengaged. "I got two artichokes." "Excellent." "Let's cook together again. It was fun last night." "Yup." I went to the kitchen while she took care of her own business for a bit, and then she bounced in to join me. I didn't look up as I continued to julienne the carrots. "I'll just wash my hands." and she ran the water at the sink behind me. She dried her hands and came over by the end of the counter. "What would you like, Uncle David?" For some reason, the way she said it made me look up at her, and I drew in my breath sharply. She, Emily, was naked, full on naked! My jaw hung inside my closed mouth. I couldn't keep my eyes on hers, I had to look at this beautiful sight in front of me. She struck a little coy pose as I took inventory, down and back up. She simply stood, presenting herself, looking at me sweetly and boldly. "How can I help you, Uncle David?" I smiled at her, at what she had done, at the gift she had given. "Will you wash and dry the lettuce please?" "You have a spinner?" "Right there." I pointed to the cabinet to the right of the sink. Oh, what a joy to watch her move, this beautiful young woman in my kitchen! Watching her lithe and tender form move in all the various ways as she reached for things, bent to pick things up or reached overhead for a glass or a plate. What a delicious dinner this was, and we hadn't even prepared any food yet! And it was obvious how she relished being looked at and appreciated. We ate dinner in the garden, thanks to the high hedges all around, and I got to enjoy the food we had prepared, as well as, of course, the view. Heavenly! We finished our dinner just as the mosquitoes arrived for theirs; we brought in the empty plates, cleaned up quickly, and then she excused herself, citing homework duties. But not before she gave me an affectionate little peck on the cheek. As she did, I reflexively moved to put my arm around her waist but she drew back. "Uncle David, please, no touching. Is that okay?" "Of course, Em. I understand." She tossed a smile and a wink over her shoulder at me as she headed down the hall, she knew I would watch. And how could I not? *** Over the next couple of days, I never could predict whether I would see the lovely and engaging fully clothed Em or the provocative, the luscious and lascivious unclothed Em. The provocative one appeared twice more, just a tease, a wonderful tease. You can look but you better not touch poison ivy! But what wondrous moments! And she knew it, she reveled in it. The minx! *** Saturday night was to be her last at my house. We would get up early and I would take her to the train station for the trip home. Needless to say, I would miss the tantalizing energy that had infused my week. We had a final, fully clothed dinner together, with a wonderful red wine that I had been saving for some special occasion. A pair of filets on the barby, baby lettuces with vinaigrette, fabulous little cardamom custards from our local bakery for dessert. And both of us in a relaxed, slightly sad mood, given our parting tomorrow. "Uncle David?" she inquired. "What, Em?" "Remember the night I arrived, and you came to tuck me in, remember? It made me feel so welcome, so at home. Would you do that again, please, Uncle David." "Of course I will, honey, I'll be glad to." And later on, I heard her emerge from the shower again, I smelled that same smell in the hall, that smell of Woman that I missed so much, that I would miss all the more for it having been here so recently. I waited a few minutes and then approached her door, tapping lightly. "Come in, Uncle David." I walked in and there she was, ready for me. Ready in the sense that she was her buck-naked-fresh-from-the- shower-smiling-standing-with-arms-extended-inviting-me- to-her self! She walked saucily, swayingly towards me and then our arms were around each other, her head on my chest where she could hear my heart pounding furiously. Emily looked up at me, offered her lovely lips, and off we went. All those moves, those loving moves that I hadn't practiced in years came back and created an enthusiastic whirlwind of delight for the next hour and a half. Emily re-introduced me to it all, reminding me of the overwhelming pleasure that two people, behaving as their most animalistic, their most exalted and their tenderest selves, can produce together. And when we finished, we lay together aglow, and she said softly, "Uncle David, thank you. So much, thank you." "You really can't know what you've given me, Em. Thank you. So much, thank YOU!" I kissed the top of her head. "And Uncle David, one thing please," she said gravely. "This never happened." "What never happened, Em?" *** We never spoke of our week together again, not even to each other. Our little secret, hers and mine, remained locked in the past. There was never any awkwardness between us, only a slightly more tender feeling in our auras when we were around each other. She knew what I knew. No one else ever would.