Chapter 9: The morning after

I woke up to kisses on both cheeks and the aroma of coffee. I opened my eyes to see KC bending over me holding a half-filled cup of black coffee. Cindy was snuggled against my left side.

"Good morning, Uncle Ron," chirped KC.

"Good morning, Ron," murmured Cindy in my ear as she continued to nuzzle me.

I sat up to take the cup. "Good morning, Beautiful Ladies."

I took a sip of my coffee. It was that wonderful Eight O'Clock brand French roast coffee from Sav-A-Center. I don't recall when the old A&P grocery stores changed their name to Sav-A-Center but I remember the Eight O'Clock brand coffee from the 50's when I was a little kid. In those days the coffee was still in bean form and the cashier would grind the beans for you as you checked out. Mom and Dad loved that coffee and still drank it often to this day.

I recall how adult I felt when one lady let me operate the grinder when I was 10 or so. I loved the aroma but never actually started drinking coffee until I was in college and needed it to stay awake in class.

I tried Eight O'Clock brand coffee one day about 10 years ago and was unimpressed in general until I tried their French roast. I think it is one of the best French roast blends I've ever had and still drink it often. It is also far less expensive than most brands so for me it's a win-win. But I digress.

It was about 8:15 and the sun was well up. KC was still standing next to the bed wearing a Ochsner Blood Bank T-shirt I had received a few years ago. I donated a lot of blood, what with the many trips to the hospital for my late wife's cancer treatments. I put the cup on the floor and reached for her. She came by the bed and I hugged her with my right arm pressing my head into her firm young breasts. She hugged me back firmly laying her cheek atop my head.

Cindy was still lying next to me, snuggling close. She had her arm wrapped around my waist and her left leg was over my legs. She was still naked and only partially covered by the bed sheet. Her long raven hair flowed down her shoulders and over my torso. I was able to hug her with my left arm and she enthusiastically returned the hug.

We must have held the hug for at least a full minute. No one said a word though KC did let out a little "mmmm" of contentment. It was Cindy who finally moved first with a quite, "Excuse me." She trotted off to the bathroom and I also got up to use the other one. KC exacted a toll consisting of a full body hug and a hungry kiss. Polite young woman that she is, she didn't flinch from my morning breath.

As I made my way to the head, KC followed. "Can I watch you pee, Ron? I've never seen a guy pee before."

"I guess so, KC, but it is 'May I' not "Can I'."

KC grinned at me. "Are you going to correct my grammar for my whole life, Ron?"

"I'll stop when you turn 18. Until then you are still a minor who needs guidance," I said with as much dignity as I could muster while walking naked with my underage niece.

"OK. If you will continue to guide me like you have this weekend I will happily accept said guidance," she said with an impudent grin on her pretty face.

"Done!" I replied as I lifted the seat to started urinating. Peeing was somewhat difficult in that I was fairly erect but I finally managed to bleed the weasel. KC was fascinated with the shaking I had to do to get out the last few drops. I explained that because a man's urethra is much longer than a woman's there would always be a drop or two that would dribble out. I even recited the old saw:

No matter how you shake and dance,

The last few drops go down your pants.

When I went to the sink to wash up and brush my teeth, KC came up behind me and hugged me again. "I love you so much, Ron. You've made this the greatest weekend of my life. I'm so happy I can't stand it. I wish it would never end."

I kind of froze when she hugged me since I had a mouthful of toothpaste and toothbrush so I finished my ablutions in KC's warm embrace. When I was done I turned around and kissed her. She surged into me kissing me with all the passion she could muster. It was overpowering and I was swept up in her zeal. We held the kiss for a good while. While it was sexy it was also an affirmation of our deep affection for each other.

"My God, you are a sexy woman, KC," I said as we stood holding each other.

KC giggled. "I must be. Your penis is hard and it's poking me in the belly." She looked up at me with a lusty grin. "Did you have any ideas about putting your eager friend to use? If not, I have an idea or two.

"Oh? And what would your ideas entail?"

"I want to get in a 69 with Cindy with me on top with you screwing me whiles Cindy licks me. After an orgasm or two, we girls can roll over and Cindy can be on top while you screw her."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's see if Cindy wants to play."

"She will," replied KC with a certainty that brooked no argument.

We re-entered the bedroom just as Cindy was staring at the side of the bed, puzzled. KC went up to her and kissed her sweetly and thoroughly. Cindy responded enthusiastically. KC pulled back a second and asked, "Cindy. Do you want to make love? Right now with both of us?"

"Yes! I was hoping we could," she replied happily. Then she turned to me and asked, "Ron, what are those round metal things at the bottom on the bed frame?"

"Those are eyebolts, Cindy," I replied. I didn't want to get into this so soon with them but Cindy persisted.

"What are they for?"

"Well, I tie restraints to them for sex play." Both girls looked a bit confused but I could tell they wanted further explanation. I decided to show them. I knelt by the bed and opened one of the bedstand drawers. In it was a small assortment of sex toys, lotions and other paraphernalia. I pulled out one of the restraints, which, if memory serves, was marketed as Kathy's Kuffs when I had bought them.

"This is one of the restraints. This cuff is strapped loosely around an ankle or wrist and the other end is tied to the eyebolts. By putting one of these on each arm and leg, a victim can be tied down so that they can't get loose. The victim would be helpless to prevent someone from doing anything at all to him or her. It's considered a form of bondage. Have either of you hears of BDSM?"

"I've seen the term but don't know what it means," said Cindy.

"OK. BDSM is shorthand for bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism. It's all part of sex play but it can be extreme. Bondage is primarily just tying someone and having sex with them. Extreme bondage would be considered when someone ties the victim in very uncomfortable positions or even against their will. Discipline involves spanking, whipping, caning and/or humiliation. It can involve role-playing like a parent is spanking a child over the knee. Discipline can also involve bondage but they can be separate activities.

"Sadism and masochism are much more serious and to me more disturbing. A sadist gets sexual pleasure from causing pain, be it emotional or physical. True sadists delight in cruelty and do not want to give their victims pleasure of any sort. A masochist is almost the polar opposite of a sadist. A masochist enjoys pain both for its own sake and for sexual gratification.

"So, any more questions?"

"Did you tie up Aunt Jane with those things? Did you spank or whip her? Did she enjoy it?"

"Yes, no and yes, KC. Jane and I tied each other up occasionally but we teased each other, not hurt each other. Neither of us was into spanking or whipping. And yes, we both enjoyed it. It's fun if everyone involved is trustworthy and safewords are respected."

"What's a safeword?" asked Cindy.

"It's a word you use as a signal to release the victim. Whenever the victim says the safeword, everything stops and the victim is released. I've pretty much always used 'Cadillac' as a safeword. I don't ever recall using 'Cadillac' while having sex."

"Why not just stop when someone says 'stop'?" asked KC.

"Because you might be role-playing. Say you are supposed to be a virtuous maiden and you've been carried off by a pirate. Wouldn't you be begging them not to hurt you and to stop their raping you?"

"Oh! That makes sense. Cindy, do you want to try this? I do!"

"Why did you keep saying 'victim', Ron?" asked Cindy. "Because it is easier than saying 'the person who is tied down' a dozen times. Actually, the victim can be the big winner in something like this. Done properly, the victim can have dozens of cums or one super orgasm. If the restrainer wants, he can tease you to near climax for hours so when the climax comes, it can be explosive. However, if we are going to do this, we need to have a lot of time and we really don't have it today. Besides, I would rather do this after we get to know each other better and we are planning a fishing trip in a couple of weeks, right?"

"Cindy, he's right. You and I have a lot to talk about. I think we should keep it simple for now, don't you? At least as simple as this trio is. Beside we need to get more sun and stuff. If Uncle Ron thinks we should wait on this, I think we should trust him to know what's best, don't you?"

Cindy looked a lot disappointed and an aura of sadness had clouded her pretty face. "Yeah, you're right. It seems like it would be fun and I'm really enjoying all the new stuff we are doing. I just don't want it to end."

"Come on, you two. Let's sit on the bed." We did in a circle facing inward. "Cindy, is something bothering you?"

"I'm afraid that this is going to end and we won't get to do it again."

"Why, Cindy?"

"Well, you and KC love each other so much that you two won't want me around because I'll be in the way. I just want to have as much fun as possible before it's over."

"Cindy, I think you worry way too much. I can tell KC really cares for you, a lot. She may be in love with you already. I know I think you are a wonderful young woman and I hope you become part of my life. You are gorgeous, sexy, open-minded, kind and intelligent, every bit as much as KC. Heck, you are physically my fantasy Asian woman. Are you worried I will make KC choose between you or me?"

Cindy looked me in the eye, then dropped her head and then whispered an anguished, "Yes."

"Cindy. I am going to say something to KC right now and I want you to listen very carefully." I turned to KC. "KC. We have told each other that we love each other. I believe you and I certainly meant it. We mentioned marriage jokingly but you indicated that you might actually want to marry me, right?"

"Yes, Ron. I would actually like to marry you but I do realize that I should wait a while before I commit. I do know that I will love you forever because you are so kind and loving yourself."

"Thank you, KC. I will be proud to marry you when you are sure. I would be proud now. When we get married, do you think you will want to have sex with other people - male or female? Would you love me any less if you did have sex with others?"

"I hadn't thought about it, Ron. I guess I would still want to but I would hate to sneak around. I imagine that I would still feel attraction for other people but I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings. Even if I did have sex with someone else I still would love you. It's a tough question to answer."

"Actually, KC, it was meant to be tough to answer. Now try this. I've made love with Cindy here a number of times this weekend and so have you. Do you love me any less for my doing it with her? Do you think I love you any less for having sex with Cindy?"

I could almost see the light bulb come on in KC's head and I definitely saw an easing of tension in her face and body language when she realized the point I was trying to make. "No and no. I didn't feel threatened when you made love with Cindy and I know you didn't feel threatened either. It will always be that way, won't it, Ron? You will allow me as much freedom as I want. That's where you are going with this, right?" She was smiling broadly as she said this.

"You're right, KC. If you want to have sex with someone else, I won't mind. It won't matter to me if you do it out of sexual curiosity or out of love. Just because you love me doesn't mean you can't love someone else. Love doesn't come in finite amounts. To paraphrase a fictional character, Lazarus Long, 'If you have time enough you can love all the decent people on earth.' So to make it 100% clear, I will never deny you the opportunity to love another person - physically or emotionally - whether we are married or not. True love is never jealous. Love should never cause people to close themselves off. Love should expand itself with more love for more people."

I finally shut up. I had said what I wanted to, to KC, and I hoped Cindy had picked up my message. KC was smiling confidently. The love in her eyes for me shone like a bright spring day full of promise. She faced Cindy and said, "See, Cindy. You don't have anything to worry about. Ron would never force me to give you up. He knows that I love you, too."