Chapter 9

Some of you no doubt believe our relationship was doomed to failure, either because of the age difference, or because society would hound me for what some would consider molesting my niece, or maybe because you're convinced she would be seduced by some young stud. But the thing that worried me the most with our relationship was that her parents weren't aware of it. Oh, my sister knew her daughter liked me a lot. She might even have suspected Caitlin had a schoolgirl crush on her Uncle Bob. She didn't know my penis had plumbed her little girl's sex, long, deep and continuous. Nor did she have any idea that Kat wanted that relationship to continue for a lifetime. And, to be honest, neither Kat nor I were ready for my sister and her husband to find out about any of this.

That's one reason we didn't Skype constantly. Caitlin tried to behave like any other girl her age. She went out on dates, for example. She didn't torture me with this knowledge, thank goodness, nor the knowledge that she wasn't an ice queen while she explored what other guys were like to be with. She didn't let any of them fuck her, but she later confessed there were some pretty heavy make out sessions with a couple of the guys she liked a lot. Still, the vision she had of her future with me was stronger than her libido, which no doubt wanted to give in to getting laid herself.

And pursuing the normal things a girl does at that age kept her parents in the dark about us.

But my sister wasn't stupid, and when I suddenly pulled up stakes and moved to Lubbock, Texas, where her little girl had also just moved to go to school, she was going to start putting two and two together.

Caitlin's attitude was, "She'll get used to it sooner or later." Kat was one of those kids who, when she graduated high school, left home to make her own way and, in the process, left her parents behind. She didn't forget them, or disregard them, but if there was a conflict about which route to travel, she had faith in herself that she'd choose what was right for her.

In any event, the train continued down the tracks. All we could hope for was that nothing would derail it.

Ashley and Emma had their own after-high-school plans, though they never discussed them with me. Unconsciously I think we all knew that a lot of intimate pillow talk, and the sharing of their dreams and plans with me, would make what we did a lot more intimate than would have been good for any of us. I know that sounds silly. What could be more intimate than two naked people having great sex?

Well, I'll tell you. Falling in love can be a lot more intimate than just having sex. And when people share everything between themselves, they often fall in love.

So the two musketeers who lived in town with me made their plans, and went on dates and did all the things their friends were doing, which included talking to high school counselors about college, and applying to schools and so on and so forth.

And every once in a while, they came over to my house and fucked my socks off.

Several things happened that affected the relationship I had with Ashley and Emma. I wasn't aware of any of them at the time, though I should have intuited them. One was that Caitlin shared the fact with them that the train was picking up speed, concerning her own plans. Another was that, suddenly, there was only a month of school left before graduation. A third was that Emma and Ashley got acceptance letters to colleges.

In other words, their own trains sped up, and they could see that, up ahead, the tracks diverged, splitting into three sets. And it seemed inevitable that, sooner or later, those tracks would be out of sight of each other.

What happened was that, relatively suddenly, there was a lot of instability in their lives. Mine too, for that matter. And that led to a kind of low level of tension that humans don't like. We like predictability. And all this affected, I think, the move to Texas.

The logistics of it weren't the hard part. Not at all. I dealt with a realtor, who found me a great place to do a long term lease for. I chose to lease instead of buy, of course. I didn't have the same courage of convictions that Caitlin did. Her plan was to live in Texas forever, because that way she could marry me. I wasn't sure that would actually work out. We adults get jaded by life, and it saps our self will sometimes.

And planning the move wasn't difficult. The new place would be available to me before Caitlin even got there. The moving company was easy to work with, though to save money I chose to pack everything myself. Then they'd send a team to load all the boxes and furniture up and whisk it away to Texas.

No, the hard part was actually packing the boxes.

And it wasn't because I had a hard time deciding what to take and what not to.

The hard part was that I had 'help'.

That's because, after graduation, Ashley and Emma ran all over the place, doing the things all girls do before they go off to college in the fall, which includes spending time with friends, and shopping, cramming as much into their last few weeks with the world they know, before they have to immerse themselves in a totally new, unknown world that, at that time, seems scary and dangerous.

Sorry. I got distracted.

After graduation, Ashley and Emma went wherever they wanted and their parents stopped keeping quite such close tabs on them.

Which meant that part of all that cramming they were doing, included cramming my penis into their vaginas as much as they could, before it was taken away from them forever. Nobody pretended any more that the only reason for doing this was to keep me away from other women for Kat. Their relationship with me was unique, when it came to having relationships with men. I still don't understand why, but for some reason, the fact that they spread their thighs for me did not translate into them spreading their thighs for other men. They would later, of course, but before they went to college, I was the only man they had sex with. Like Kat, they went out with guys and made out with guys, but they did not play fast and loose with guys.

So when they came to "help" me pack every day, they inevitably got a little weepy about things and wanted to be consoled.

In bed, of course.

And I think things did go a little too far, in that last week before I got in the car and waved goodbye to two crying girls.

That's because the last night I was in town, when the girls spent that last night with me in my motel room, because my house was now empty, I learned they hadn't brought any condoms with them this time.

"We want you like Kat gets you ... just this once," said Ashley, as she calmly took her clothes off. They hadn't been there more than ten minutes at that time. Emma was already working on the buttons of her blouse too.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked.

"Neither of us is ovulating," said Emma, who was no longer the shy girl next door.

"I was thinking about Kat," I said.

"We did everything she asked us to," said Ashley. "We get this one thing, this one time. And she doesn't have to find out."

"All grown up and keeping secrets," I sighed. "Welcome to the adult world, ladies."

"But you'll do it ... right?" The hint of doubt in Ashley's voice notified me that there were still some insecurities in this young woman, and reminded me of how young she was. When you're having sex with a woman regularly, you tend not to concentrate on her age all that much.

"Once," I said, giving in to my own base, male urge to mate.

And, of course, that was about as stupid as anything I could have said, because they had brought no condoms, and there was no chance that both girls, as emotional as they were that night, would stop at "once."

I'll spare you the details, but for a couple of examples of what that night was like.

I believe it was her second time, sometime just after midnight, when Emma said, "It's a good thing Kat claimed you," thrusting her pussy up as I drove into her and ground against her clit. "If she hadn't, I'd have gone after you myself."

"No you wouldn't have," I said, watching with delight as her eyes rolled in their sockets. That meant she was beginning to cum. "You were too shy."

"Shut up!" she gasped. "Oh, Uncle Bob, I'm cumming. I'm going to just die without this."

And then she cried while she came, and went ape shit just like the first time we did this.

And that pulled the semen from my balls like a high pressure water pump tries to empty a swimming pool.

Ashley's response was less verbal and more physical. She talked less, but the things she said were just as driven.

The time I'll use as an example was the last time she pulled me on top of her. It was probably four in the morning, and we'd all been asleep for a while. But she woke up for whatever reason and woke me up for a specific reason. After just one orgasm, she locked her legs around me and whispered in my ear.

"Cum in me, Bob. You're going to leave in a few hours, and the only thing I'm going to have left of you is what you leave inside me right now. Cream me, Uncle Bob. Give me some of that yummy spunk in your balls."

Which is why, when I got up and got dressed the next morning, there were two naked, worn out girls still in the king bed, their pussies still weeping my thick, sperm-laced semen.

I was actually happy to be on the road, and not because I was heading for my own new life. I was worn out. I needed some alone time, to recuperate.

I had the new house set up when Kat parked the new (for her) car her step-dad had gotten her as a graduation present. She'd driven it all the way from California, driving more or less nonstop, as young people can often do. She had a lot of motivation, of course. There was school, which was new and exciting. But there was also me. I was old and exciting, I suppose.

She came to my house first. She didn't knock, which is why I was so glad she got the right address. It might have been a bit awkward had she barged in some stranger's house, pulling her T shirt up and off her body to expose bare breasts.

But it was the right house and, by the time she called out for me and I got there, she was in the process of pushing her shorts down over smooth hips that had somehow widened as her waist narrowed, since I saw her last.

"I need a shower!" she gasped. "I've been driving for the last..." She checked her watch, which was the only thing she was wearing. "Seventeen hours," she said. She was talking fast, like people do when they're on speed, and I wondered if she'd found somebody to sell her a little help for the drive. Then she crushed her naked body against me. "But I want you in bed," she moaned. "But I must stink, so I need a shower first!"

I disengaged and gave her an almost chaste peck on the lips.

"You go take a shower and I'll get your suitcase out of the car," I said, gently. "There's plenty of time for getting frisky later."

"But it's been so long!" she whined. "And I want you right now! It's so good to see you, to finally be here. I almost can't stand it."

"Patience, patience," I said. "Where is the suitcase?"

"Which suitcase?" she asked.

"The one with your clothes in it," I prompted.

"There are four of them," she said. "I don't know which one to have you get. I wasn't thinking about clothes. I was thinking about bed!"

"Go take a shower. I'll go bring them all in. We can take them back later."

"One of them is for here," she said, suddenly no longer manic. "It has the clothes in it I'm going to leave here."

"I see," I said.

"I can't believe I'm finally here," she sighed. "Oh, Uncle Bob, I'm so horny." Her hand went to stroke her clit.

"Shower!" I barked, just to get her moving.

When I got back in with the last two suitcases, one of which had been buried under a clothes hamper full of books and about six boxes crammed with all the other indispensables a girl has to take to college with her, I stuck my head in the bathroom. I heard the shower going and humming.

So I got naked and joined her.

I suppose you could say the first socially acceptable time I slid my prick into Caitlin's hot sheath, was that day in Texas. At least it was socially acceptable in Texas.

Those college years were rough in some ways, and glorious in others. Her parents did, in fact, figure things out pretty quickly. But by the time my sister actually got on a plane to go visit her daughter at college, she'd had some long distance conversations with Kat, and had figured out, as parents are wont to do, that she could talk herself blue in the face and it wouldn't make any difference to her offspring. There had only been one phone call to me, where the term "bastard" was tossed around freely, but by the time she got there she'd calmed down a little bit. She wasn't calm, by any stretch of the imagination, but she wasn't raging at me either. I think it helped that Kat picked her up at the airport and they spent several hours together, talking.

Kat wanted to stay when she dropped her mother off at my house, but Hannah was having none of that.

"Go away," she said, to Catlin, steel in her voice.

"Promise me you won't fight," she said, looking first at her mother and then at me.

"Go away!" growled Hannah. "I have things to discuss with my brother. You may be able to wind him around your little finger, but not me. Go away and let us talk."

"Promise me!" said Caitlin, stubbornly.

"I promise you your father will fly down here himself, and take you back to California if I don't call him within about..." She paused to look at her watch, and I was reminded of that day Kat had arrived and looked at her watch, exactly the same way. "About an hour," she went on.

"He can't do that!" yelled Caitlin. "I'm an adult!"

"Then start acting like one and leave, so Bob and I can talk and maybe I can call your father and tell him everything is all right."

"Mommy," wailed the grown up college girl in the room. "Don't ruin this for us."

Hannah simply looked at her watch again. "You can come back in an hour. Or I can call him right now and tell him I don't think things are going to work out. Take your pick."

I winced. I knew Hannah could be hard hearted. I'd grown up with her and seen her cow the school bully one time, in front of a crowd. But I'd never seen her use that steel with her daughter.

Caitlin caved, holding up both hands, palms toward her mother. "I'm going. I'm going. Just remember what I told you, okay?"

"I'll remember," said Hannah. "Now go! There's less than an hour left before I have to call your father."

Caitlin scooted, closing the door firmly behind her. Neither of us would know until later that she sat down on the steps and stayed there the whole time her mother and I talked.

And talk is all we did. By then Hannah already knew she couldn't change Caitlin's mind, and she was smart enough to know that if she changed mine, her daughter would never forgive her. Still, that didn't mean she was happy about things.

"Bastard," was her opening to me.

I didn't say anything, because I could think of nothing to say.

She looked around. "Nice place," she said. "How you been?" Her voice was casual, and held no heat in it.

"I wish I could explain," I said.

"I just bet you do," she said. "You got anything to eat? I'm starving. You know what they want for a sandwich on an airplane these days?"

I was off balance. Her first comment had been expected. But now she was acting like she'd just dropped by for a routine visit.

"A lot?" I said.

"A fucking king's ransom," she said. "Where's the kitchen? Through there? This really is a nice place, Bob. You've always had good taste when it came to houses."

"I'm an architect," I said.

"Yes, which is why my daughter wants to become an architect. Or at least that's what we thought. And we figured that you had something to do with that. But we had no idea that she came to Texas so she could marry my fucking brother!"

She stopped and there were half a dozen visual cues that she was trying to control her emotions.

"Please," she said. "I really am starving. You need to feed me. It's the least you can do."

"Of course," I said. Then, without thinking about it, I added, "It's really good to see you."

She gave me a long, slow look. Her face was unreadable.

"I'm told my daughter and I could be twins," she said. "I'm not sure I'm happy that you're glad to see me."

It was a rocky conversation. I'll just leave it at that. But it wasn't an angry one. She was already adapting to the situation, though she was really wound up about having, some day, to introduce me as her brother ... or son-in-law ... or both. But she knew she couldn't alter Caitlin's plans. The alternative was to cut us off from inclusion in the family, and she couldn't do that to her only daughter. Plus, I think she was a little stunned that Caitlin had actually been planning all this for years, and constantly doing things to move toward the fulfillment of those plans.

Not that Kat had planned to marry her Uncle for years. It was much more subtle than that. But her desire to come back to my house for a month each summer had more to do with being around me than seeing her two, distant best friends, that she only got to see once a year. In those early years, when she was thirteen, fourteen and fifteen, her attraction to me was a mixture of her conscious recognition that I was a man she liked and trusted, and the unconscious desires nature built into her to explore things sexual. That she eventually decided to do that exploration with a man she liked and trusted wasn't so odd. The fantasies she and the other two musketeers shared were added into the mix and presto, her dream of finding a man she liked and trusted, and who turned her on, and who she might even be able to stay with ... were eventually made real.