Weekend with Katie, Part 3

Part 3 – Sunday

The anticipation of the possible next physical contact with her filled me with excitement, but also terror she would realize how wrong it was for her own uncle to see her naked or touch her.
But eventually I did sleep. Several times in the night I awoke and could tell I was still sporting a huge hard on. When I got up, the fear she might tell her mom what we had done had the effect of losing my erection. I tried to think of something to say or do if things went bad.

And I thought my worst fears were realized when she came into the kitchen with a sort of mad face. “Katie, my love, are you angry with me? I shakily asked.

“Uncle Jim, last night I wanted you to touch me you know where,” she replied.

I was surprised at her answer, but relieved. “I don’t feel I have the right to touch you there, but you know I want to,” I replied. “I would do anything to make you happy, you know that. It’s just we are on such shaky ground. I don’t want you to regret anything we do.”

“You’re teaching me things about my body I didn’t know and giving me feelings I never had before,” she said as she came into my arms. “I’ll let you know if there’s something I don’t want you to do,” at which time the kiss she gave me was straight on my mouth lasted a few seconds. I wanted so badly to pry open her lovely mouth with my tongue, but I managed to refrain.

I asked Katie what she would like to do today. She said some of her chums planned to go to the mall and watch a movie. I told her I had a few hours of work to catch up on, so I could drop her off and pick her up later. She said that would be swell. Besides, she needed to return the micro bikini to the lingerie shop.

When I stopped the car to drop her off at the mall, I reminded her, “Katie, you must not tell even your best friend about how close together we’ve become. I’m very serious. This is special between us a no one would understand how much I love you. They’ll just think I’m a dirty old man, and they’ll tell everyone they know.”

As she started to get out of the car, she leaned over with her hand on my thigh and gave me another kiss, this time she lightly brushed my lips with her tongue, and said, “Nothing’s happened I didn’t want to happen. You make me feel like a woman, not a kid. And I know how kids are, I’d never risk what we have by talking about it.” That helped me calm my nerves. She told me the time she wanted me to pick her up.

I had a hard time focusing on business that afternoon. I couldn’t wait to see my darling little girl again. I thought about where I could kidnap her so no one would ever find us, and no man would ever touch her. It was just a fantasy, but then again, the last three days I’ve been living a fantasy.

That evening I quizzed her on her afternoon, and it sounded like she did what all kids do – go to the movie, go to the food court and talk about the opposite sex. She said one of her girlfriends let a boy kiss her and put his hand in her bra. I asked her how that made her feel?
She giggled and said, “I told her, ‘Wow, that’s awesome! I wish someone would do that with me, he he!”

I said she hadn’t shown me what she bought her mom for her birthday. After a minute she said she would show me and jumped up and went up to her room. In a minute she came back down wearing one of my short robes, which came down below her knees. In her hand was a very pretty nightgown, a little revealing, but not so much her mom would raise her eyebrows over.