Moan For Uncle by Terry Towers Page B

pulled her into a tight embrace. The length of her body crushed up against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder. Inhaling deeply, her pussy began to throb at the spicy scent of his cologne.
    "If only I could get a greeting like that everywhere I go," he joked, placing a light kiss on her temple.
    Nikki's lips grazed his neck as she loosened her hold on him, and she was certain she heard his breath catch in his throat. When her deep blue eyes looked into his grey ones, for a fleeting moment she saw a hint of desire there. But she blinked and it was gone, having switched back to the usual look of detached amusement.
    "I have got a great night planned for us," he told her then looked down at her bare feet and added, "as soon as you get yourself some shoes."
    Nikki's pulse raced and she could feel her underwear dampening, just thinking about spending an evening with Grant. A night where he was all hers! It was the perfect opportunity to have him see her as something other than his brother's daughter.
    "Grant, it's so good to see you, it's been way too long." Her father's voice boomed from behind her.
    "I'll be right back," she told him, turning and rushing past her parents to head back upstairs and into her room. She knew exactly which pair of shoes she was going to wear with the dress.
    Back in her room, she found the said shoes in the back of her closet. They were knee-high soft black leather boots with a stiletto heel, which made her calves and thighs look amazing . She kept them for special occasions and couldn't think of a more special occasion than the current one.
    Once she had them on, she gave herself one final inspection in the mirror. Nikki found herself feeling as though she was getting ready for a hot date, instead of a birthday celebration dinner with her uncle. But he's not actually a blood relative, so technically he could be considered fair game , she told herself. She decided to allow herself to consider it as a date, regardless of what it truly was.

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    As he made small talk with his brother and sister-in-law, Grant couldn't keep his mind off Nikki. It was as though she had blossomed overnight into a gorgeous, sexy goddess. Granted, he only came around a couple of times or so a year, but still, it was as if he was seeing her for the first time and the reactions his body was having towards her disturbed him. His cock was as hard as granite simply from briefly holding her.
    When she threw herself into his arms, her small, soft body rubbing against his, and when her breath and lips grazed his neck, his cock begged for attention. Grant was angry with himself for having such a reaction, but it was undeniable. He wanted her. He just prayed to God that she hadn't noticed his body's reaction.
    How did she get so damned sexy? The way that dress clung to her body as if it were a second skin, made him weak at the knees. Even her smell was fresh and light; sweet strawberries. Such a contrast from the women he'd known over the years.
    "Ready to go," he heard her say from the stairwell.
    Looking in the direction of her voice Grant found himself, yet again, floored by her. What she had decided on for shoes were actually boots that made her already long legs look like they went on forever. Fuck, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. He shook his head at himself. I'm a damned CIA agent, I've endured being tortured, leapt from planes and dealt with warlords in West Africa, I'm sure I can handle a little lust over Nikki.
    He stuck out his arm for her to take. "For tonight, your wish is my command," he told her, giving her bare arm a light squeeze when she linked her arm with his.
    "I'll have her home at a decent hour," he advised his brother as they walked toward his car.
    She swatted his arm playfully. "I'm turning nineteen tomorrow Grant," she informed him, with a scowl.
    Grant looked down at her and smiled, trying to keep his eyes from lingering on her generous breasts that were