Nicki

Nicki

By NightShade

Steve put down the heavy trunk he was carrying and turned to watch the small figure on the path far below struggling with two heavy suitcases. In the far distance, he could just make out his rusting Ford pickup parked at the end of the dusty road that wound up from the valley floor far below. His cabin commanded a view he never tired of. Unless, of course, he was carrying a fucking steamer trunk full of fucking rocks up the fucking mountain on the hottest fucking day of the fucking year.

“God Damn bitch,” he muttered to himself. “Every fucking year the same fucking thing.”

Why couldn’t his sister just watch her own kid for the summer? Just because he had a disability pension and didn’t have to work; and just because he had a big place up in the mountains where the kid couldn’t get into trouble, his sister had been unloading his niece on him every summer for the past 10 years. Ever since Nicki had been 4 or 5 years old. Five short years after the stupid bitch had given birth to an unplanned and unwanted child. It still amazed Steve that those two self-centered brats who called themselves her parents had suffered through even those first five long summers without their precious vacations with their money-stuck-up-their-ass friends. They still lamented that sacrifice loudly and often.

Steve glanced back down the mountain path. He grinned, in spite of himself. He really did like the kid and all. He watched her struggle determinedly with those heavy suitcases. He knew she wouldn’t quit and that made him proud of her. He had taught her that.

He had to admit she was actually somewhat nice to have around after a couple of weeks. It took about that long for her to get over being spoiled and to get the ‘city’ out of her system. His sister and her no-good husband were too busy working to pay much attention to Nicki. They substituted cash and gifts for love and attention. As you would expect, Nicki was spoiled rotten. But she was more lonely than spoiled. Kind of like he was when she left at the end of the summer. He quickly shoved those painful memories out of his mind. They would come soon enough. He would deal with them then.

He picked the heavy trunk back up and headed towards his cabin in the distance. Shit, it felt like she was moving in for good this time. This was by far the most stuff she had brought with her, and that wasn’t counting the suitcases she was lugging. He thought he remembered hearing something about more shit on the way, too. UPS or something. Fuck! That meant even more fucking trips up and down the mountain.

When he reached the cabin, he put the trunk down heavily on the packed earth clearing that substituted for a front yard, turned and sat wearily on the trunk. He rested, wiping the sweat off with his shirtsleeve, waiting for his niece to make her way up the path. He knew better than to help her, or to offer any assistance at all. It was an understanding they had had from that first summer 10 years ago. She always insisted on carrying her own weight. This time, she almost was. Those damn cases were heavy!

It was hot today, hot for this early in the season, hot for this high up the mountain. Still, the sun felt good on his back as it warmed him through his shirt. He impulsively pulled the shirt over his head, baring his muscled torso to the sun’s rays. His chest glistened from the effort of hiking up the steep slope carrying the extra weight of the steamer trunk. He kept in excellent shape during the spring, summer, fall and most of the winter by chopping firewood for the entire valley. He did it for free, just for the exercise. And to keep from going crazy up here by himself. Only the deep snow kept him housebound. The neighbors thought he was already crazy to do it fur nuttin’, as they said, but they weren’t complaining loud enough for him to hear, yet.

He watched his niece struggle as she lugged the cases up the last section of the path to where he was sitting. Nicki wasn’t used to the altitude or the exercise and it showed. Her hair was messed up, her breathing ragged and she was sweating profusely. She dropped the heavy cases helter-skelter next to the trunk and collapsed on the ground.

“Moving in for good this time?” he asked.

“Huh? Didn’t Mom write you? She said she sent you a letter. They’re going to Europe or something and will be gone longer this year.”

“Shit!” He meant to say it under his breath, but apparently, some of it slipped out. Nicki’s face clouded and the excited light in her eye flickered and dimmed. He watched as a large tear dripped down her smooth cheek. Now he knew what shit felt like.

“Oh, Nicki, Hell! You know me. I didn’t mean that like it sounded. You know it’s not you, it’s your Mom. It’s just that, well, I just wish she would ask me first. Just once.”

“You don’t want me here, do you.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Her shoes fascinated her at the moment. She wanted to hear him grovel a bit. It was another tradition. She always needed him, at least once, to say he wanted her to be up there with him.

“Oh, shit, yes! Of course I do. I look forward to you coming every summer. I really do. Honest! It’s like you belong here, you know? You always have a room up here with me. Besides, I can imagine, it must be hard for you, too, getting dumped off on old Uncle Steve, having to come all the way up here in the woods every year. It must be tough not to be with all your friends.”

“Nah, it’s OK. No big deal. None of them are home, either. They all go to camp all summer and sleep in big rooms with people they hardly know, different every year. At least I know where I’m going to be, have my own room, and who I’m going to be with.” She grinned up at him, and he knew he was forgiven for his outburst. “Besides, you’re not all that hard to live with, Uncle Steve.”

She had been looking at his face during this last part. She liked his face. It was so open and honest. Not tight and closed like her father’s. Nicki flushed red as this thought flashed through her brain.

Now that she had noticed though, she had to admit he was kind of good looking. His longish blonde hair was lightened by long hours in the sun. It gave him a kind of surfer look. His face was, well, not handsome in a pretty way, but its ruggedness deeply attracted her.

She was drawn to his strength. She liked how his eyes sparkled when he looked at her. They both had the same blue eyes. So did her mom. Icy blue, almost white. Against his dark cheeks, the contrast was startling.

Her gaze drifted down to his thickly muscled chest and she felt a funny twinge in her tummy. She blushed again. She was really feeling weird. It was the altitude, she tried to convince herself, but she knew better. She had felt the same way in the airport looking at that football player that was waiting for his flight. Her dad had introduced them and she had been so shy she couldn’t say a word. She had almost left a wet spot on the chair before they called her plane. She felt the same way now.

The muscles rippling across Uncle Steve’s chest as he moved stirred her. She remembered she had the same feelings when she had watched his tight butt as he walked in front of her up the path. She hadn’t needed to rest. She wanted to see his tight butt!

His bulging muscles had taken her breath away when he lifted the heavy trunk. He tried to pretend it was nothing, but it had taken her and both her parents to get it into the taxi. She felt the fluttering again, as she looked a little lower at his stomach. God! A six-pack! Even slouched as he was against the heavy trunk there was no excess. All muscle. All male…

Nicki felt her heart-rate pick up and another hot flash swept through her young body. She leaned back on her elbows and closed her eyes to cover her embarrassment. She could still peek between the slits of her eyelids at her uncle. She had never realized what a huge hunk of a man he was. Maybe, maybe he could teach her about some of those things…?

Steve watched her looking him over. He had been trying hard not to stare at her the whole way up the path to the house. When they had first started up the mountain, he had been behind her. He immediately noticed that she had developed a decidedly feminine ass over the past year. He thought back to when she had left and he knew she had not looked then like she did now. She had been a skinny kid then. He began to have trouble walking as he kept staring at that enticingly swaying ass, and at her first rest stop, he had moved in front of her.

As he looked at her now, hot and flushed from her exertions, he started getting hard again. Climbing the steep path to the house on a hot, humid day had plastered her thin cotton tee shirt to her young 15-year-old body. And God! What a body!

It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath that thin blouse. He had done her laundry for the past 10 years and he knew she had never worn one up till now. But someone should have clued her in. With tits like that hanging out in the open, he was going to have a lot of trouble keeping his hands off her. He shifted a little, relieving some of the pressure on his swelling cock. Her tits were just as he liked them. Not huge, but definitely out there. High, firm mounds capped by the lightest pink/red centers. Smaller than a quarter, with stubbornly erect nipples he could see poking up into the damp material of her thin shirt. He thought again of how she had looked when she left last September. Yep, she had been just a scrawny kid. He had hardly recognized her getting off the plane. Holy Shit, was she built!

He didn’t think she was aware that her unrestrained breasts were essentially completely exposed by the wet translucent material. As he watched her slyly scoping out his chest, arms and abs, he saw her tiny nipples suddenly perk up and poke out very sexily. What could she be thinking? A dark damp spot was spreading across the crotch of her tight shorts, too. It could have just been from sweating, but maybe…? His cock began swelling even larger in his jeans, causing a lump to grow down his right pants leg.

Nicki caught her breath, now that she had it under control. She had closed her eyes almost all the way shut and leaned back against the suitcase, resting. She could still see out of the slits in her eyes and had been seriously checking out her Uncle Steve. He didn’t look like any of the boys at General Parker Middle School. There were no guys at the high school she was starting next year that looked like him, either. They were boys. This was a man! Her heartbeat sped up, sending more strange fluttering feelings to her cunny.

And that thing in his pants! God! That couldn’t be his ‘thing,’ his penis, could it? If what her girlfriends told her she was supposed to do with it was true, it was way too big. It went all the way down his pants leg! And if what she had learned in SexEd was true, when it got hard and stiff, when a boy got ‘excited,’ he was supposed to fit his erection up inside her somehow. Geez, Uncle Steve wouldn’t be thinking about doing that to me with that, would he? Oh, God, would he? Do you think, maybe, he…, we…? Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad summer after all. Maybe she…, he…, they… But God! It was so BIG!

She had heard one of the girls talking about putting her boyfriend’s thing in her mouth and sucking on it. Most of the girls had thought that was gross, but Nicki wasn’t sure. She wondered how it felt. And some of the other girls had called the girl a slut and a cocksucker for doing stuff like that. Nicki didn’t do anything but listen. And think about it. But just thinking about it now, putting her mouth over Uncle Steve’s thing, well, just by thinking about it the tingling got stronger.