Sunday, 28 February 2016

EMILY

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.

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