Moan For Uncle by Terry Towers Page A

with the CIA and had worked with them for the past seven years. None of the family knew exactly what he did there, it was all ‘classified’, but he travelled a lot . Every few weeks they would receive a postcard or letter from some exotic location.
    Grant Rivers was a family hero.
    He was her hero...
    When she found out he was adopted, her view of him changed. He was still her hero, but he also became more than that in her mind. He also became the object of her fantasies. He went from being off-limits, to being the man she envisioned when she masturbated. His broad shoulders, lean muscular body, suave attitude, and his ability to speak six languages all enthralled her. Six! He was like her flesh and blood James Bond.
    She kept those fantasies a tightly sealed secret. But no man could live up to him; no man's touch equalled what she imagined his would be like. She dated often, but found she had to pretend they were Grant to really enjoy being remotely sexual with them.
    With each year that passed she found herself wanting him more. She needed to find a way to make him see she wasn't his brother's little daughter anymore, but a sexy, desirable woman who wanted nothing more than to please him in whichever ways he wanted.
    "When?"
    Her father looked up at the analogue clock above the stove. "In about an hour," he replied, his grin widening.
    Nikki's face blanched. Tonight? In an hour! Oh-my-god! She looked down at the baggy grey fleece sweat suit she was wearing and a bolt of terror shot through her. She needed to shower and get changed as quickly as possible. Turning, she sprinted from the kitchen and up the stairs to the bathroom, stripping off her clothing as she went.
    She had an hour to get herself ready to see him. An hour to look as sexy as possible so he'd see her as a desirable woman, not just his niece! She skidded into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Turning on the water she tossed her clothes into the hamper and stepped under the shower.
    Not allowing herself the luxury of enjoying the sensual feel of the warm droplets of water as they cascaded down her ivory skin, she scrubbed her body down with strawberry shower gel and washed her hair with strawberry shampoo. When she exited the shower - less than ten minutes later - her entire body smelled sweet and delectable. Exactly what she wanted.
    Wrapping a white terry cloth towel around her body she hustled her way into her bedroom. Throwing open her closet she came face-to-face with a very taxing problem; what to wear? She needed something sexy, but not trashy. When she was younger she would eavesdrop on her father and Grant talking when they thought she and her mother were in bed sleeping. She'd learned that Grant liked his women classy, but with a wild uninhibited side - a lady in public, but a slut in private type of woman.
    She pulled out a black strapless spandex dress, which fell to mid-thigh. She swiftly put it on and examined herself in the mirror. It hugged her in all the right places, showing off her ample breasts, tiny waist and round ass. An ass whose shape it had taken her months in the gym to achieve. Peering at herself in the mirror she was pleased with the result of her efforts. Sexy, but not too slutty.
    The hour seemed to go by too quickly. She was just finishing applying her makeup when the doorbell rang. "I've got it!" she yelled flying down the staircase, attempting to beat her parents to the door. She was determined to be the first one to greet Grant.
    Panting, she flung open the door to find Grant standing there: tall, dark and as sexy as she had remembered him, wearing a three-quarter length black leather jacket over a black t-shirt, which stretched over his broad chest, and black slacks. Her whole body came alive with raw need, just over the sight of him.
    "There's my birthday girl!" He smiled at her and even his smile was as sexy as hell setting her body on fire.
    "Grant!" she squealed throwing herself into his open arms.
    Chuckling, he