Chapter 2

I woke slightly hungover. I was laying on my side, with my chin touching my niece Stormi’s navel. I opened one of my eyes and immediately regretted it, as a couple of pubic hairs touched my eyeball. I blinked rapidly then closed it, trying to stay still so that I wouldn’t wake her. I could feel a blanket covering us from my knees down to her knees. Or up to her knees? My blurry mind was unsure. I felt her breath warming my lower abdomen as she exhaled between quiet snores.

I woke a little further and considered what we had done the previous night, and what I should do about it. A blowjob wouldn’t put a baby in her and neither would cunnilingus, which was a big relief. Despite my niece’s requests the previous night, I knew we should never marry or have kids, and the family and the law would never tolerate that. I knew her parents wouldn’t mind if she stayed over again, and my body would be more than happy for a repeat. Her father, my brother Frank, probably wouldn’t care if I kept her a year, so long as he didn’t know about us being intimate. Her mother Helen might complain about Stormi not doing her housekeeping chores if she was gone more than a few days, though. She might even suspect I was up to something nefarious, if I wasn’t careful.

I noticed Stormi was awake when something warm and wet slid across the tip of my penis. She sucked the head and some of my soft shaft into her mouth, as she moved a hand between her legs. I moaned and told her, “Mmmmm! That’s nice.” The stressful thoughts faded from my mind as she sucked my sleepy snake and it slowly stiffened. The hand between her legs rubbed my ear and something of hers too, as she continued to suck and lick me. “Yeah. So good, Stormi.”

My rod left her mouth and the hand touching my ear jerked upward. I was jolted to full wakefulness and rolled off the bed as she screeched, “YEEEEK!”

I backed away from her as she exclaimed, “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!”

I ran down the hall to my bedroom in a panic, thinking rapidly. I grabbed a pair of shorts and stepped into them, wondering, ‘Why did she change her mind and freak out? What did I do wrong? She wanted to screw me pretty badly last night.’ I heard running footsteps, then the bathroom door closed as I turned around.

I walked down the hall and worriedly asked, “Stormi, are you all right? I’m so sorry about last night. If we didn’t drink so much, I never would have...”

She sounded quite upset as she replied, “Just ... just give me a little while, okay?”

I said through the bathroom door, “Sure, um ... I’ll go make some breakfast.”

I got dressed, then worried a lot as I cooked. Would she run home and tell her parents? Was she upset enough to tell the police I raped her? Was I going to jail? Or PRISON! She was a few months past 18, so at least it wouldn’t be statutory rape or child abuse. I struggled to remember every detail of the night before. I couldn’t recall anything I might have done to hurt her, or even hurt her feelings, other than declining intercourse.

She looked quite timid and fearful as she slowly walked into the kitchen, wearing her pink bath robe. I tried to smile as I said, “I made fried ham and blueberry pancakes. Remember when we went picking raspberries with your sister and cousins? The rest of us had pails nearly full, but your cousin Wynter only had half a pail, juice all over her face and hands, and a belly ache from eating too many.”

She chuckled before replying, “That was fun. I remember, Uncle Pete, but ... but I have a problem. An embarrassing one.”

“If it’s about last night, I’m so sorry...”

She started an extremely unusual breakfast conversation, and a shopping list. “No, last night was great! I ... I got my stupid period! I thought it would be three more days...”

“I know Wynter keeps pads in the upstairs bathroom closet. Don’t you leave some in there too?”

“Usually, but last time I forgot to get more. I grabbed one of hers, but...” She hung her head low in embarrassment.

I assured her, “You can tell me anything. What’s wrong?”

“They’re only the light ones, and there were only two. I need...”

“I know which ones you usually use. Do you want to pick them up when I drive you home? I’ll give you some money.”

She put a fingertip in the corner of her mouth. “I really don’t want to go home. Is it okay if...”

“You know you’re more than welcome here, sweetness, anytime. I’ll go get what you need and be back soon.”

“Great! Um ... and I want to try tampons too, the light ones and maybe mediums. And more cigarettes, please? I’m almost out.”

I sighed. “I don’t like you smoking, but okay.”

“And I have another problem. The bra I wore here last night is still wet, and a little small.”

I could feel myself start to blush as I said, “I guess I can get a couple of those too.” It had been a long time since I’d washed any of her laundry. I tried to remember... “Size 32 A?”

Suddenly her face was redder than mine. “No, Wynter’s a 32. I’m a 36 C now.”

“Even better! Much better! See you soon.” I chuckled as she covered her face with her hands. On the way out I reminded her, “Don’t forget the basement floor is cold. If you go smoke, put something on your feet.”

I was uncomfortable shopping for pads and tampons and got it over with as quickly as I could. At the checkout I bought three packs of cigs for her. When I walked out of the pharmacy, I saw a gray-haired lady police officer putting a parking ticket on my windshield. I asked, “Please don’t? I didn’t have any change before. I’ll put a couple of quarters in the parking meter right now.”

“Once I start writing, it’s too late. Remember to feed the meter next time.”

“I was just getting some things for my niece. I was only in there five minutes.” I tried for some sympathy by taking out my phone and showing her a picture of Stormi when she was a few years younger.