MANIC PIXIE DREAM NIECE

Taylor Swift. Why did I make her ringtone Taylor Swift?

I silently curse the night my daughter and I came up with the dance we have for Shake it Off. We had so much fun with it, I set it as her ringtone on my phone right after, not realizing that it would be a rude awakening at 1:54 AM.

Wait, almost 2 AM? Something's wrong. She never does this, she knows better. We told her to be back from her friend's party by midnight; we didn't even want her going there but she inherited her mom's doe eyes, and I'm a sucker for them and her adorable pout.

We compromised on a time for her to come home instead, earlier than her usual curfew. Even at 18 and about to graduate, we have to enforce the rules.

I hastily grab the glowing rectangle from my nightstand and swipe to answer. I'm assaulted by a cacophony of noise from the speaker. I have to turn the call volume down to even make anything out. Basslines and the incomprehensible sound of dozens of people talking at once overpower my daughter's voice.

"Amelia, it's 2 AM honey. Are you ok? Are you still at the party? What's wrong?" I ask, raising my voice slightly as if that will help her hear me on the other end. My wife Jennifer rolls over and looks at me through heavy lidded eyes, and mouths "She's gonna get it". I don't disagree.

"DADDY? DAD, IT'S LIA. MY PHONE SUCKS - "

She's screaming into the phone. I don't think she's sure I'm on the other end, the local noise pollution is no match for an iPhone speaker. She's also clearly drunk, slurring her words.

She starts rambling, I only make out a few words after this, mainly 'Daddy', 'too much' and 'get' in between the boom of the bass and the pace that she is going. It gets quieter after a moment, and I can hear her trying to get my attention again, having not heard me respond.

"DADDY. COME TO -"

That's all I get as I hear the phone chirp indicating the call disconnected. I immediately redial a few times, but it goes to voicemail each time. I turn on the bedroom light, get up, and start pulling on last night's clothes as I explain the situation to my wife.

"Jen, I need to go get Lia. Something's wrong. She's not picking up. She was trying to tell me something when we got cut off. Do you have any of her friends numbers she went with?" I ask, doubtful we do.

Until now we never needed them, she's been good and hasn't broken curfew until tonight. I want to try to and find out what she was trying to tell me before I head out there.

"Only Chloe, but she didn't go. Lacrosse game today. Did she say what was wrong?"

"She was drunk. It was loud. That's all I know." I grab my keys, kiss my wife and assure her I'll make sure our baby girl is OK. I make my way through the house, I hear my wife warning me to be careful on my way through the door to the garage.

As I get in the car and head to the address she gave us before she left, I ponder how I came to be sitting in my car at 2 AM, going to pick up my 18 year old daughter from a party, when just 18 years ago I was in the same situation as her at the same age.

A wild party, some red Solo cups, and Jennifer. She was a year older at 19, so we knew of each other but never really spoke. We did more than speak that night, and then nine months later came Amelia.

We discovered during her pregnancy that Jennifer and I had fallen in love. There was never a question in our minds - we were all in it together, all three of us. It was a rough few years, but luckily Jennifer and I weren't content with letting things fall apart.

We finished school, we both managed to get college degrees, got married with Amelia as our flower girl, and 3 years ago welcomed a baby boy to the family. Once Amelia got old enough, we wanted to make sure she didn't make the same mistake we did, and so far so good. My sister's 20 year old daughter Katelyn though doesn't abide by the same rules.

Katelyn and Amelia are two years apart, almost to the day. My sister, Lisa, is 12 years older than me, 48 to my 36. Lisa met and married a guy who thought he had the next big dotcom idea, then lost almost all of their money when the bubble burst.

They recovered financially, but never truly recovered emotionally, harboring deep trust issues. Unfortunately, this instability was reflected in Katelyn's upbringing.

The classical wild child, she acts out to get her parents attention - getting tattoos, dyeing her hair, spending all night at warehouse raves or some random guys bed, you name it. Living in the same town, I have seen a lot of Katelyn over the years and we have grown extremely close.

We were afraid of Katelyn becoming a bad influence once Amelia hit eighteen, but she knows how to say no and Katelyn doesn't push her. She listens to me and trusts me, but she knows I'm not her father and insists on her own thing most of the time.

As the two girls grew up, they were inseparable, Katelyn was the big sister Amelia didn't have. I watched them both grow up side by side. Amelia takes after Jennifer's side of the family, average height, brown hair that falls in waves, and a naturally athletic build that lent her an advantage in whatever sport she wanted to attempt.

She's truly beautiful, just like her mother. Her mom rubbed off on her the most, and they're a perfect pair. While I do love her, we can't get into the things the other one likes -she's into athletics, whatever she can make with her mom that they discover on Pintrest, and TV shows I have been banned from watching because I can't keep from making snarky comments. How many real housewives can there be anyway?

Katelyn however is a different story. As she grew up, she transformed into having the most delicious curves. Her face is girl next door cute, with piercing blue-grey eyes and naturally curly light brown hair that is usually dyed a random color.

Now 20, she has a full figure with a hint of belly and thick thighs that you could get lost in once you start staring. I've seen her trying to stuff her ass into a pair of jeans, usually it's an uphill battle and that's with a pair of jeans that are more generous from one of those stores that sell jeans made for curvier women.

Amelia once told me that kids at their school had made up a rumor Katelyn had gotten breast implants, due to the rate she developed and their end size. I recently stole a glimpse at one of her bras she left lying around when Katelyn was staying over and mentally made a note that it was 38D.

While I loved my wife completely, I always had a strong preference of body type and as Katelyn grew into that I couldn't keep my eyes off her. She knew how to naturally flaunt every asset she was blessed with.

Since Amelia was more into what her mom was, and Lisa and Tyler didn't seem too interested in her, Katelyn and I bonded as she grew up. When she was a little girl, I insisted Katelyn not call me 'Uncle Brian', just Brian. I was young. Amelia was just born, I didn't want to be an uncle too, I wanted to be her friend.

I gave her my old game systems out of storage. I loaned her my favorite books, which led to an interest in fantasy and sci-fi. I brought her to my local comic shop when she was 11 and helped her pick out a pull list. Sure it was full of girly stuff, but I worked in a few series I thought she would like.

Amelia never minded how close we were, she would just tease us about being nerds together. When Katelyn wanted to get her first tattoo, she came to me for advice. Not to talk her out of it, her mind was made up, but to get my opinion. The choice reflected her interests: 'Mischief Managed' surrounded my little footprints, in the same font as the map from the Harry Potter movies.

I thought it was perfect for her but I'm not sure if she ever got it since I never saw it anywhere on her. So yeah, I've had an influence on her. Unfortunately she also discovered she has an influence over me. Her body is my Kryptonite. She discovered my weakness through accident.

One night she was staying over and we were up late watching an extended edition movie. Amelia and Jennifer had already went to bed. She was sitting on the couch with her feet in my lap, and I was struggling to keep my hands in check. I had my hand on her leg, trying desperately to not start stroking them lightly. They were soft, and smelled of the flowery lotion she uses.

She hadn't yet gotten the tattoos that I now can't stop staring at, even though she was over 18 and old enough to get them. I was stealing glances over at her, her bra visible through her light tank top, struggling to contain the pillowy treasures within. I was hard, I couldn't help it. I was trying not to be a creepy uncle but failing. The surge of guilt every time I peeked wasn't enough to keep my cock in check.

All of a sudden the power dropped out, and she jumped, startled. Her feet landed a few inches over from where they were, right on top of my raging erection. I knew she felt it. Just as quickly as it flicked off, the power came back on, lights illuminating us. I was looking right at her, and she at me with a look I had never seen on her face before.

Her nipples were visible through her tank - were they like that before? She looked...contemplative, like she had just found the missing piece to a puzzle that she was working on for years and was mentally working on putting it all together. I jumped up and used the excuse that since the movie was back at the menu we should take an intermission.

When we came back after I calmed down, she changed positions to be leaning on me. She said she was cold, I felt anything but. She laid her hand on my thigh and I could feel the warmth of her hand through my shorts even over the heat of my erection, which she could no doubt sense being that close.

We stayed that way for the rest of the movie, her with her hand inches away from my rock hard cock, and me not being able to control looking down past her straightened and dyed raven blue hair to her cleavage heaving with each breath she took.

Her breathing was shallow and her nipples stayed visible the entire time. I excused myself quickly at the end, desperate to get away and red faced with guilt for having this kind of reaction to my niece.

After that things changed when we saw each other. She looked at me differently and I was constantly trying to avoid her gaze, not wanting to look her in the eye. I would look over and she would quickly turn away like I caught her staring. Her shirts became tighter or the necklines lower. I could swear her jeans hugged her ass better, if that was even possible.

She found new ways to initiate contact, innocent seeming to everyone but me and her. Small touches here and there. She would extend her hugs by a few imperceptible moments, but when I lost myself in her scent time stood still anyway.

She would lean herself into the hugs, her breasts mashed against my chest and her breath warm on my neck. On more than one occasion I could feel her push against my crotch as if she was checking to see what was there. Cuddling became the norm on our movie nights.

I found my heart racing when I was with her. It was a dangerous game; she was straddling the line between innocent and inappropriate and she was doing it exceedingly well. We never spoke of what was happening but we both were well aware. It's been over a week since I've seen her, her family was taking a vacation in an attempt to reconnect.

My mind snaps back to the present as I approached the address of the party Amelia gave us. I didn't even need the address, I could have followed the source of the music from blocks away. I stop the car and step out in awe of the ludicrous display if front of me.

It was like something out of one of those high school movies, the party that almost never happens in real life. But here it was, bass pulsing from inside and dozens of inebriated teenagers. A few were in various states of undress and entwinement outside on blankets or on the hoods of cars.

I could only imagine what was going on inside. Someone was setting off fireworks in the back yard. The house is illuminated with floodlights that pulse in time to the music, which bathe the house and its neighbors into an otherworldly blue light.

I scan for Amelia but I don't see her. How are the police not breaking this up, I wondered. Neighbors gawked as well, a few on cell phones. Maybe it just recently got this way and they would be here soon, I rationalized internally. I needed to try and find Amelia before they arrived.

Since she wasn't out front, I figure I'd try inside but I'm blocked by two guys at the front door, one who held out a cup and the other who obscured the door. The guy blocking the door had to be 200 pounds of muscle. This was probably his college internship, getting extra credit for the bouncer program.

"Ten bucks to get in. First ones on the house," the kid with the cup says, eyeing me and adding, "Aren't you a little old to be here? Is this a 21 Jump Street thing?"

"Buddy, I'm just here to pick up my daughter. I need to see if she's inside," I said, trying to worm my way past the bigger guy blocking the door.

"There's lots of guys daughters here. You want in, it's 10 bucks. Actually, 50, since you're obviously not a student and you can afford it," he amended as he was eyeing my car. "Or, Rodney here can show you the way out. You wouldn't be the first guy we've tossed out."

I internally curse him and pull out my wallet, and hand the little shyster the cover. He hands Rodney the cup who filled it from a keg. "First one is still on the house," he said as he hands it over to me.

I'm 36, I'm too old to pay a cover for a cup just to get into a party. I chug what's in the cup out of anger - it tastes different but dismiss it, the keg was probably just too warm for too long before they tapped it. I toss the cup back to the kid who 'sold' it to me and force my way past Rodney into the house.

I hear Rodney yell my way in a booming voice, "Good luck finding your 'daughter'!!" and laugh as he closes the door. That's the last thing I hear except for the music. If the outside was bad, the inside is worse.

The air is thick with the stink of stale alcohol, sweat, and dozens of different colognes and perfumes intermingling. Almost every light is either off or broken, replaced by string lights in random colors. The furniture is pushed up against the walls in most of the rooms I could see, creating a dance floor in every room.

The DJ is set up at the kitchen island, so that's where the crowd is heaviest. Personal belongings, family mementos lay strewn about and broken like they meant nothing and hopefully they aren't irreplaceable to the owners.

I fight the phalanx in every room, scanning for my daughter. I sigh in frustration when I can't locate Amelia. I'm about to go upstairs to the bedrooms - hoping that she's not up there because God help the ones who are with her. That's when I look into a side room I hadn't seen before, and I see her. Not my daughter, but Katelyn.

I know she goes to parties often, and I've heard rumors of what she does there, but I have never seen it in person. She's dancing in the middle of a small group of guys who leer like hyenas moving in for a kill. A lamp is knocked over behind her, illuminating her from below. Her hair, there's some pink or purple in it now, is swinging wildly as she shakes her head to the music.

Her hips are moving in time with the music as she works her hands over her breasts, through her hair, over her head and starts shaking her ass. It's covered by one of the shortest skirts I've seen on her and you can see the curve of her cheeks where her legs meet as she twirls around.

She has on a midriff shirt with a deep neck and her cleavage is pushed up so far it looks like her breasts will spill out at any moment. They sway when she sways, a hypnotic motion that no one can look away from. Her forehead, face, and chest are covered are covered with a sheen of sweat, making her sparkle in the minimal light.

The music goes quiet suddenly and she opens her eyes and I find her looking directly at me. She goes wide-eyed, surprised, but she doesn't move toward me. She smiles one of her mischievous smiles that I've seen a thousand times.

She looks around for something, and finds what she is looking for. She pulls a small table into the middle of the group and climbs up on it. She's staring at me and waiting for something.

I realize the music has been building, and as soon as the crescendo hits she's dancing again except this time she's doing it for me - she is staring at me the entire time. I'm staring back. Not just at her face, but her bare legs, her milky thighs, and under her skirt at her black bikini panties getting waved at me.

I realize this is why she got up on the table, so I would have a front row view. I find myself getting lost in the rhythm of her body. I can't help it.

I approach when the song starts transitioning to another and she jumps down and practically attacks me, giving me one of those hugs that makes me wish we were not related. People are following her every move, wondering who this older guy is who's getting all her attention.

I instinctively start to scold her on her behavior but I know it would fall on deaf ears. I lean in close, I have to as the music is deafening. She feels my breath on her neck and ear and shudders.

"Where's Amelia?" I ask, practically yelling right into her ear. She looks at me, a little confused. She takes my hand and leads me to the back yard, past the people setting off fireworks, to a small wooded area. Surprisingly, the trees make a good noise barrier from the din of the party.

"Katelyn, this is important. Where's Amelia?" I ask seriously.

"Good to see you too, Brian. Her battery died, she went to a friends house down the street to charge it. You should really get her a new phone. Her battery life stinks out loud. She said she was going to call you before it died." She looks at me questioningly. "Did she?"

"She did. I couldn't make out much then cut out. It must have died midcall."

Katelyn takes out a piece of paper from somewhere in the depths of her cleavage. "It was getting too much for her. She started to head out when the party got all Project X. She wanted me to call you to give you this, but I got a little distracted." She punctuated that sentence with her 'I've been a bad girl' look. I bite the inside of my cheek to contain myself.

I shake my head and take the paper. I dial the phone number on it and an older woman answers. I explained who I was and why I was calling. It turns out it was her best friends Chloe's mom.

While Chloe didn't go the party, she only lived a few blocks away and Amelia staggered her way there after her phone died. As soon as she got there she passed out. Her phone was in her hand so they assumed she called us to tell us where she was going. A weight lifts off my shoulders and I calm down, relieved that the worst scenarios I could envision did not come true.

She agrees to let Amelia sleep it off there and if I pick her up in the morning, I thank her and we disconnect. I call my wife to explain the situation, I also explain that Katelyn is here and that I was going to take her back to Lisa's.

Katelyn shakes her head and tries to run off, but I grab her arm. Jennifer starts to say something, but just tells me to be careful. I hang up with Jennifer and turn to Katelyn.

"Katelyn, this party is out of control. The cops will be here any minute, and I can't have you here when they get here. Wait - why are you even here?" I ask, realizing that she was supposed to be on vacation with her family.

"Because it was gonna be a bitchin' party from what I heard. There's nothing like an overactive high school party. They're so cute when they're able to express their freedom," she laughed."You know what I mean, Katelyn. Why aren't you with your parents?"

"It sounded lame, so I bailed on it. Dad wasn't happy but he'll get over it. Besides, I figured they could use some time alone." She sighs. "It may be good for them to not have me around to fall back on if they don't want to face their problems," she adds. I nod, knowing that without Katelyn around there would be a better chance of the two of them opening up to each other. It was a surprising insight.

"Still, I'll take you back to your house. We -" I'm cut off by the sound of sirens in the distance. I look through the trees, no one else seems to have heard them over the noise. I look to Katelyn and she rolls her eyes and nods, taking my hand.

We rush through the back and out into the front yard. We hop in the car and we're at the corner when we see the cruisers rush past us as the party empties onto the street in an attempt to get away. We got out just in time.

We drive in silence for a while, Katelyn takes off her ridiculously high-heeled boots and stretches her feet out on the dash. She leans over and rubs her feet and ankles, and I spot one of her latest tattoos - an 8-bit fire flower on her left ankle. Her milky cleavage is entrancing, so deep and so inviting.

She leans back again, the angle of her legs causes the hem of her skirt to fall up a few inches, exposing more of her thighs to the air. I glance over when I think she's not looking. She does the same to me, I see her look at my lap every now and then, biting her lip and smiling knowingly. I clear my throat and break the tension.

"How the hell did that party get that way? I've never seen anything like that."

Katelyn smiles. "They ran out of booze early. One of the overage guys there said he knew someone who could bring in a few fresh kegs. This enterprising young man decided to monetize the gathering a few hours ago."

"Yeah, he made he fork over 50 dollars to get in the house. Gave me a cup and all, I haven't done that since high school." I chuckle, "...and that's how babies are made."

She rolled her eyes, "Yes, we all know how Amelia was conceived, thank you." She continues, "Well they ended up tainting the drinks. I'm not sure what they put in it, but..." She trails off. "Did you drink what they gave you?"

"Yeah. I remember it tasting off."

"Well, whatever it was, I think it just ended up making the drunks drunker and pushing the buzzed ones over the edge. The music got louder, people got wilder. Someone found some holiday supplies in the basement, a few people helped set up those lights that play in time to the music at Christmas and some decided it was the 4th of July. A few others..."

She winked. "But you'd know all about that, Brian." Ouch.

I take a quick mental faculty check and all systems normal. I realize that she isn't slurring or acting intoxicated either.

"You didn't drink," I state.

"Nope." She shakes her head, purple curls bouncing, "I'm naturally like this, buddy."

"But the dancing...?" I ask.

"Just for fun. I like the attention." She lowers her voice and adds, "I like feeling wanted, sexy."

I think for a minute. "We never actually talk about this side of you. I don't know why."

She's quiet, introspective for a long while. She takes her feet off the dash and turns to face me. She sighs a deep sigh. "Stop the car," she orders.

I pull off on the side of a residential street. We're close to her house, I'm not sure why we have to stop here. I turn to her and give her my full attention. She looks terrified, small. She steels herself, takes a deep breath and starts talking.

"You know two sides of me. One you know so well because you helped me become that. You see your niece, the little girl who snuck into your book collection and nearly ruined your signed copy of Neuromancer. The one you dress up with for Comic Con. So that's who I am with you. Your best friend. And you're mine, Uncle Brian."

She hasn't called me that in years. She looks down and continues, "In some ways, we're closer than you and Lia are. In others, we aren't. That's the other side. Lia is completely honest with you. I can't be. With me, the other side you only know through rumors, reputation. It's not true." She has tears in her eyes.

"I know I act out. I know I am a handful at times. But I do that because I can't truly express myself in other ways. I don't drink. I don't do drugs. I don't sleep around. Hell, the only guy I've ever fucked is Steve, and he was my first real boyfriend."

She takes a deep breath. "I work out my issues through rumors that I mostly start, dancing, dressing like this," she motions to her outfit, "and teasing guys at parties like the one tonight. But that's all I am. A tease. A rumor. A reputation. I'm emotional turmoil personified. The girl I am with you is the real me, Brian. The other side is an outlet for my own frustrations."

I'm in awe. She's never spoken this honestly with me before. She is naked, exposed, raw. My heart is breaking for her. I reach over and hold her hand. She squeezes it and sniffs. I have to know.

"Is it because of your parents?" I ask her. She looks at me in disbelief.

"What? No. Nooooo," she laughs, shaking her head. "Is that what everyone thinks? That I'm messed up because of them? They have their issues, but they love me. I love them. Why do you think I bailed on the trip? I would be a distraction. They haven't had a vacation in 15 years."

She continues, in a quieter voice, "Someone from the outside looking in would see me rebelling against them. In truth, I'm doing it for them. They don't make me act out. No, I did this to myself. You really don't realize why?"

I do. I really do, but I don't want to admit it to myself. Admitting it makes it real. Speaking it out loud makes it fact. I look away. I can't look at her anymore.

She unbuckles and takes my face in her hands, making me look at her. Her eyes are red, and tears are flowing freely, but she is as beautiful as I've ever seen her. This is it. The windmill. The point of no return.

I feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest. She is breathing just as heavily as I am, and she's shaking. This is the first day of school and she just asked me to introduce myself in front of the class. I take a deep breath, even though the words that come out are barely audible. It's all the volume I can muster.

"You're in love with me," I say quietly, whispering the words as if the lack of volume would prevent them from becoming truths.

"And it's wrong. You're my uncle. But you never pushed that relationship. So we were friends. It became easier to rationalize it not having to address you as 'Uncle Brian'. I fell in love with my best friend, not my uncle. Look at you Brian, you're everything I ever wanted. Hard working, smart, patient, kind, funny, a great dad-bod," she says, laughing.

"So I do what I do to get the attention I desperately want from you. Attention I could never, ever get because I'm your niece. You've been my standard for guys for so long, you became my dream guy. And I became your dream girl."

I look at her incredulously. "What?"

"Your dream girl, Brian. Your manic pixie dream niece. You think I don't see the ways you look at me? You can't stop yourself. I already have the body. Don't think I don't see the kind of girls that turn your head when we're out. Don't think I haven't seen what kind of reaction I have on you," she said, motioning to my crotch with her eyes.

"But it's not just that Brian. You inspire me. I'm who I am because of your influence. A geeky girl who's best friends with her uncle...with huge tits and a killer ass," she laughs.

That catches me off guard. "I didn't influence those," I laugh with her. She holds my hand tighter and stares into me with those stormy blue-grey eyes. It's my turn now. We knew it was heading to this after that night two years ago.

It was an oasis that was on the horizon when I wished that the desert would stay beneath my feet forever. Two years of cat and mouse, will they or won't they, to be or not to be, all coming to a crashing end with the next words out of my mouth. I swallow hard.

"You're right. About all of it. You are my dream girl. I'm in love with you too Katiebear," I say, using my nickname from when she was a little girl. She gapes, covering her mouth with her hands - she thought I had forgotten my pet name for her.

I have to go on. "But it kills me every day. I didn't intend for this to happen. An uncle shouldn't feel this way about his niece. So I hide it the best I'm able to-"

"Not very well," she comments.

"Shush. I have to say this. I hide it the best I can because it can never be real. It would never be accepted. I would never hurt you, Katelyn. I can't do that to you. I don't even know how we can go backwards from this," I admit. Now I'm tearing up, I may be losing my best friend after this.

"You can never hurt me," she says as she moves closer and places her hand on my cheek. She's millimeters away. I don't know how she got so close so fast. I can smell her perfume mixed with sweat from dancing all night, it's flowery and musky and intoxicating. Her eyes meet mine. She speaks in a small whisper, "So lets go forward," and places her lips on mine.

The feel of her lips on mine is a physical shock, a cattle prod directly to my heart. She tastes of some vaguely fruity lip gloss. Her lips are soft, warm, and the best thing I've ever felt. I feel as if we are vibrating, the heat of our bodies threatening to reach critical mass. Her mouth opens partly, I take advantage and slip my tongue into her mouth.

Our tongues intertwine as I run my hands through her hair and down her back to where her shirt has ridden up, onto her bare back. It's the first time I am able to touch her like this, and it snaps me to attention. I pull away. Katelyn looks at me, expecting some kind of fallout.

I have to fight it one last time, if only for my own sanity. "I can't. God knows I want this Katelyn. But -"

"Brian, I'm an adult. I can decide what and who I want. If that includes a little bit of incest so be it," she interjects with a wave of her hand. She isn't backing down.

"But Jen-," I start, but she puts her finger to my lips.

"Aunt Jen knows, Brian. She always has." I'm taken aback. Katelyn sits back in the seat and motions for me to do the same.

She continues, "She spoke to me a few months ago. She noticed that I was dressing differently when you were around, versus when I was hanging out with Lia. She had an idea of what was happening between us. We went out for coffee, and I confessed everything. She already knew how you feel about me. She noticed, without noticing. It's like that line from Snow Crash," she pauses to think.

Her eyes widen as she remembers, "'To condense fact from the vapor of nuance.' She should really be telling you this, but she said if it ever came to a boiling point, she would understand. You've been together since you were 18, with a baby, and missed out on so much of your youths. That's why I'm saying that she should be telling you this, because she truly understands. She just wants you to come home to her. And maybe give her a few concessions as well."

I study her face for any hint of deceit, making sure that she isn't just saying this to fulfill her own desires or mine. There isn't a trace, but I can't help it. I call Jen. Katelyn sits smiling, knowing how this conversation will play out.

"Honey, Katelyn and I just had a very interesting conversation about you and her."

I hear my wife sigh over the phone. It's a relieved sigh. "I've been up waiting to see if I was going to get this call tonight. Is it about the talk we had in the coffee shop? Thank God. Tell her I said Hi. Just be careful, both of you."

"So you know?" She starts laughing.

"Brian, darling, you oblivious man. It's been almost 20 years, and sometimes you still surprise me. Yes, I know. I know you much you love her. I know how much you desire her. I know how much she desires you. This is good for both of you. I love you, and I love Katelyn. We can talk about it later and what it means for us, because if you're getting something you want there are things I want as well. In and out of bed. Just remember, I was yours first."

My heart is pounding. I can't believe my ears. "I love you, Jennifer. Thank you."

"I love you too. Now go fuck the brains out of that little sexpot and come home in the morning and tell me all about it," she says laughing.

We hang up. Katelyn is grinning ear to ear, so am I. She buckles in. "You heard the lady," she says. I leadfoot it back over to my sister's house, well aware that there's no one home. I pull into the driveway, and before I'm even all the way out of the car, Katelyn jumps on me.

I didn't even realize she had gotten out of the car. Her hands are in my hair, on my ass. Her breath is hot in my ear as she kisses up my neck to my mouth. Our mouths part and we're kissing again. I grab her ass and lift her up, spinning her around and pinning her hard against the car.

Her legs wrap around me, straddling me as I press my erection against her mound through her panties. I can feel her heat like an inferno through our clothes. She pulls her mouth away and shudders at this contact. She's flushed, her cheeks and chest scarlet with excitement. She looks at me and grins. I grin back, I can't help it, I'm giddy.

She grinds against me, closing her eyes and pulling me closer with her legs. She is panting now, and I'm moving in time with her gyrations. I feel like my cock is going to burst at any moment, but she beats me to it.

She pulls me close with her arms, and yelps as her orgasm rips through her, shaking as she does. As she comes down, she lets go with her legs and stands unsteadily on the pavement.

"Holy shit," she says, breathless, "That was...that was fucking awesome. And we were just grinding!" I laugh and she takes me by the hand, rushing me to the front door.

She fumbles with the keys, rushing to fit the right one. When she gets it, she pushes me inside and closes the door. She's in my arms in a heartbeat. I carry her to her room and toss her down on the bed.

She rips off her shirt, reaches around and undoes her bra. I see her exposed breasts for the first time. They're perfectly shaped with large dark pink areola and capped with thick nipples, standing at attention and begging to be sucked. Each nipple has a tattoo of a heart surrounding it.

"Now it's my turn to say holy shit, Katiebear - you're absolutely beautiful," She smiles, radiating warmth that could melt the arctic. Her hair falls in curly waves over her shoulders and tickles her breasts. She's nervous, I can tell. So am I.

I join her on the bed, taking off my shirt in the process. I kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and she moans, running her hands across my shirtless back, scratching at my shoulders and back lightly as she moves down to grab my ass through my pants. I pull away, trailing kisses down her neck. She moans in frustration but her breath catches as I move to her left breast, and run my tongue over the edges of her areola, slowly, teasingly. I make a show of tracing the outline of her heart tattoos.

She makes small panting breaths, anticipating what is coming, arching her back and trying to guide her nipple toward my mouth impatiently. One hand is on the back of my head, the other is kneading her other breast and pulling hard on her engorged nipple. I give her what she wants, enclosing her nipple in my mouth and sucking gently while flicking it with my tongue. Katelyn lets out a long contented sigh and arches her back. Her other hand lets go from her breast and finds mine. She places my hand on her other breast to pick up where she left off, and I start rolling her other nipple between my fingers for a bit then swap places.

She gasps when I let her nipple fall from my mouth, the cold air a shock. My free hand moves down her belly, lightly touching and stroking along the way to the hem of her skirt. I reach under to caress the outline of her pussy through her panties. She is on fire. She squirms, moaning, and her nipple pops out of my mouth. I smile and look up at her, and start to remove her panties to get better access. She reaches down and stops me.

"Wait," she pants, grunting in frustration that she made herself stop what was about to happen. "Wait dammit. I want to show you. I've been waiting for two years." She gets up and motions for me to sit on the bed right in front of her. "Remember when I came to you about that tattoo?"

I nod. She's smiling and running her hands over my bare shoulders. Her bare breasts are eye level and I can't help but caress them as she talks.

"The rest of them are for me. That one is for you. I hoped you would get to see it one day. But...if you want to, you have to say the magic words," she teases, putting emphasis on 'magic'. I know what she wants. I reach up and pull her down to whisper in her ear, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

She giggles and bounces up and down, clapping like a little girl who was just told she could have ice cream for dinner. Her generous tits jiggle and sway as she bounces. They're entrancing.

She bends down and kisses me hard, breaking the spell, then pushes me away. She steps back and turns so her rear is facing me. She looks back at me slyly and unzips her skirt, letting it fall and stepping out of it. She sways from side to side and looks back at me, working her panties off a millimeter at a time. It's my turn to make frustrated grunts now.

She giggles, knowing what the display is doing to me. She works her panties down past her ass then bends over to remove them, showing me the barest view of her swollen pussy. My breath catches.

She turns around and shows me the tattoo she picked out for me. Where her pubic hair would be if it wasn't shaved bare are the words 'Mischief Managed' with tiny footprints leading the way down to just above her slit.

The location explains why I never saw it, and here it is - here she is, all of her - in front of me. I stand up, and she's grinning wildly, flushed with excitement. She's radiant.

I kiss her tenderly, wordlessly putting all the love I can into the action. She hugs me, whispering, "I love you, Uncle Brian." She emphasizes the word uncle, drawing it out breathily. It is an acknowledgement of the taboo that we are now a part of.

"I love you, Katiebear. I've loved you for so long." She melts against me, then slowly goes to her knees. She looks up at me, biting her lip. She unzips my jeans and lets them fall to the floor to join her clothes.

The last piece of clothing either one of us has on is my boxers, which she pulls down and out from under my legs and tosses across the room, saying "We won't be needing these for a while..." as she gazes at my cock.

I'm as hard as I've ever been, I feel as if it is double its usual size and as she wraps her hand around it and starts stroking she can't touch her fingers together.

"You keep this guy pretty well trimmed down here," she observes as she is lifting it and peeking at my bare balls.

"Jen likes it that way, I do too," I admit, groaning at her touch and the tease of her hot breath on my sensitive tip.

"I do too, it should make this a lot better than the last times," she says as she engulfs the head of my dick in her mouth. She teases the tip with her tongue while sucking gently.

The combination is overwhelming and I instinctively push against her lips. She takes it, allowing my shaft to deepen into her mouth.

She takes as much as she can, but there's still more left that she squeezes while she swirls her tongue around what's in her mouth.

She pulls back, lets the tip pop out then dives back in, using one hand to steady herself on my hip while the other moves from the base to fondle the sensitive underside of my scrotum.She's a little inexperienced, but her enthusiasm and pleasure for the job at hand is more than enough to make up for it. I run my hands through her hair, brushing it back behind her ears so it doesn't get in the way as she bobs her head up and down on my swollen cock.

The sight and sound of my Katelyn, my niece, swallowing my shaft is too much. I can't take any more. She senses the impending explosion and moans contentedly. The vibrations are enough to push me over the edge.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you?" she teases as she takes my cock out of her mouth and starts stroking, looking up at me intently. "I want you to. Yours would be the first cum I ever tasted. I saved that privilege just-" Lick. "For." Suck. "You." Kiss. "Cum in your niece's dirty mouth Brian."

That's it. I grab her shoulders and thrust into her throat as I groan and release a torrent of cum into it. She swallows some then pulls back a little and opens her mouth, letting me see my last few spurts land on her tongue.

She swallows then licks up any remaining cum off the head.

She stands up and wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me deeply. I taste myself on her, a combination of salty cum and sweet fruity lip gloss.

I pick her up, spin around, and toss her down on the bed, and she smiles and laughs as I do so. She notices I've gone soft as I move on top of her and pouts.

"How long before that guy is ready to go again? I think we have a few hours left before you have to go pick up Lia." At the mention of my daughter a mental image pops into my head of Amelia lying next to Katelyn, naked and playing with each other. I clear my head, I don't know if I'm ready for that yet.

"A few minutes. I have an idea of how I can pass the time," I say, flicking my eyes down to her neglected pussy.

"Why Uncle Brian," she asks feigning shock, "Are you coming on to me?"

"What can I say, Katelyn? I aim to misbehave. Now it's your turn to cum for me." I kiss her lightly on the lips and move my way down to her collarbone, kissing ever so lightly the whole way.

I continue down her chest, pausing to give her nipples some flicks with my tongue. I follow the gentle swell of her tummy down and when I get close to her waiting sex she thrusts her hips up, offering herself to my mouth.

I indulge her, running my tongue lightly around the outside of her slit. I spread her lips with my fingers and quickly dart my tongue in and out of her, lapping up her wetness that has been building.

The taste is intoxicating. She moans, running her hands through her hair. When I find her clitoris with my tongue she jolts, bucking her hips.

"Oh God Brian, that's fucking perfect..." she purrs, as I alternate flicking and licking her nub with my tongue. She begins moaning, a deep orgasm building in her. She grabs my head and pulls it into her pussy.

"Brian...Brian...Brian," she repeats in a panting moan, "I'm gonna...I can't...OH SHIT, OH GOD," and with that she spasms wildly, holding my head in between her milky thighs.

I ease up, giving her a moment to recover herself as I remove my mouth from her. As soon as I am free she pulls herself into a ball, still shaking.

I run my fingers over her back, gently adding to the sensations she is feeling. After a few minutes, she stretches out, eyes still closed. She opens them, blinks, and smiles.

"Oh, hi. That was amazing. I want more. Can we make love now?" she asks demurely, reaching down and grabbing my now erect cock, pulling it towards her pussy.

"Katelyn, I've wanted nothing more for a long time," I admit and roll on top of her, lining up my cock to her entrance.

"Do it. Take me. I'm yours, Uncle Brian. I always have been." She wiggles her ass, tickling her pussy with my cock. I push in deep, spearing her on my shaft.

The heat on it is almost too much to bear, she is on fire and my cock feels like it will burst at any moment. Her eyes close and her mouth opens, but no sound comes out.

I start to pull back, but she wraps her legs around me and holds me in place. "Just, wait a minute Brian. Let me savor this moment," she asks.

I flex my muscles, making my cock twitch in her. She giggles. I reach up and grab her tits, pinching and rolling her nipples. She sighs and pushes her hips down, unwrapping her legs from me. I start pumping, sawing my cock in and out of her.

As our bodies meet, her soft curves undulate and crash like the swell of the ocean in a storm. She is truly beautiful, sweat shining on her in the dim light, hair wild, a look of contention on her lust-filled face as we consummate our love. I lean down, settling my weight on her and kissing her passionately as I continue moving in and out of her.

"I love you, Katelyn. You're mine now. You will always be mine," I whisper in her ear as I start to get a familiar tingling in my balls.

"Oh God, I don't know how long I'll last...you feel so good...so good..." I tell her as I start pumping harder.

"Do it, Brian. Cum in your niece. I'm yours. Anytime you want!" she screams, as a small orgasm causes her to writhe underneath me.

"Fuck me harder, make me cum harder...please...please," she begs as she slams her ass down in time with my thrusts. I push deeper into her, groaning loudly.

I can't hold on. "Katelyn, I'm cumming!" I yell, taking one last thrust into her and unloading my balls into her already sopping pussy.

"Fuck, Uncle Brian!" Katelyn screams, wrapping her legs around me once again, as her largest orgasm yet rips through her. We're both in absolute ecstasy, minds and bodies joined as one in mutual pleasure.

As we come down from our shared climax she pulls me to her side and we spoon, my arms wrapped around her, my face nestled in her flowing curls. She is shaking and I realize she is crying.

"That was wonderful, Brian. I have never felt so complete, so perfect. It's almost overwhelming," she explains quietly.

"Oh Katiebear," I begin, stroking her hair, "I never thought this was ever going to happen. I feel like a weight has been lifted, that I didn't realize I have been carrying. It feels so right. And this is just the beginning." She sighs contentedly, no more needs to be said tonight.

We fall asleep in each others arms. I'm awoken by the sound of Taylor Swift again for the second time in 24 hours. I peek over at Katelyn, she's sleeping through haters hating and fakers faking.

I untangle myself from her, and she rolls over onto her stomach. Laying there with her hair spilling over her back, the luscious curves of her ass staring me in the face, I want nothing more than to climb on top of her and take her from behind.

But I have other responsibilities this morning, so I tear myself away and search for my phone in the pile of discarded clothes. The ringing stops just as I find it. On the screen, in addition to the missed call, is a notification of a text from my wife I didn't hear the night before. I open the text and read:

"Love - look at what the thought of you banging that little cupcake made me do last night. We'll talk about what I want when you come home with Lia. Spoiler - one thing is lying next to you in that bed. We'll discuss the rest later. Hope you had fun, I sure did."

Attached is a picture of what looks like her entire collection of toys on the bed, glistening with her juices and in a rather large wet spot on the sheets.

I glance over at Katelyn's sleeping form, imagining my wife going to town between her generous thighs. I didn't know she had any interest in other girls. Maybe I wasn't the only one who found Katelyn irresistible.

I call Lia back, she is so hungover I almost feel bad that we are going to have to reprimand her. We may not, this may turn out to be punishment enough. I let her know I'll pick her up in about an hour, and let her get back to trying to avoid bright lights and sounds.

I get back in bed, nuzzling up against Katelyn. I let her know I have another hour and she smiles knowingly.

As she climbs on top of me and lowers herself onto my cock, I can't help but wonder what the future holds for us. A door has been opened that we can never close. One thing is certain though - I'm probably in for the ride of my life.