He'd steered the conversation away from sex on all occasions, even when it had appeared that she was interested in discussing such things with him. But he took heart from the abovementioned reactions, as well as the often remembered words of Rachel Strauss, Amy's friend.
He recalled how the black-haired teenager had seemed to indicate that his niece had a letch for him and even Amy, back at Fontenay-aux-Roses, had said that it was too bad he was her uncle, too bad that they were related to each other.
Bad or not, incest a taboo and a societal sin, he nevertheless was intent upon doing what he felt he had denied himself for far too long. And now was the perfect opportunity. He waited until he heard her turning off the shower faucets and then stepping out of the tub to dry herself off.
By this time, his cock had grown huge behind the loosely draped towel that was wrapped around his waist. Just picturing what it would be like to go to bed with his niece had gotten him good and hard and pre-come was already dribbling hotly out of the head of his monstrously swollen and oversized pecker.
The front of the towel thus tented out, despite the fact that he pulled his cock straight up towards his waist and stomach, he nevertheless strode right into the bathroom, not even bothering to knock upon the door.
"Oh, I thought you were finished," he said, lying through his teeth as he found himself staring with obvious excitement at the sight of her highly arousing body.
She was still naked, drying her long blonde hair with a towel. It pleased him to no end when she didn't blush or jump back with embarrassment, or even make a move to wrap the towel around her naked and glistening body. Rather, she just laughed and continued to dry her hair while he moved to the toilet and made no bones about lifting up his towel to pull his cock out into the open.
"Nature calls," he said, glancing over his shoulder to where she was still standing on the bath mat. And even as he pretended to urinate though it was quite impossible to do so now that he sported a huge and flagrant hardon, he was pleased to notice the way she was glancing back at him, staring and almost trying to slide around as she casually dried her hair. It was as if she was now more than just curious, wanting to sneak a peek at his cock before he stuck it back behind the front of the towel.
And Drew was the kind of man who gave Amy every opportunity to satisfy her girlish whims and curiosities. Ignoring her blatant sexual stare, or so he hoped it was meant to be, he flushed the toilet and then turned sideways, whistling nonchalantly as he made a public display – Amy being his captured audience of stuffing his meat back into place.
Everything seemed to be going in his favor.
He was not placed in the position of trying to win her over, for it had become increasing apparent to him that all of his suspicions, all of the vibes she had sent off to use her term for them, were not projections of his imagination.
For his niece now stared at his unveiled hardon with considerable interest. It seemed to him, as he took his time stuffing it away, glancing out of the corner of his eye and pleased to note she was still wide-eyed and open-mouthed, that Amy was itching to get her hands, or her mouth, or hopefully her twat, on his meat.
And, what was more, he was just as eager to get a hold of her, in all her lush adolescent splendor. For the first time he was able to see her without a single thing on, the towel now wrapped like a turban around her hair.
They said nothing, uncle and niece, and he slowly turned to face her even as she backed away to the door. Her eyes were still drawn down between his legs and he had tied the towel loosely and purposely so. For now it slipped down as he made a move, falling off of his waist so that his cock jumped out of confinement.
Her eyes opened even wider and the silence was almost ominous, but also wildly arousing. Drew's mouth was watering as he ogled the spun gold of his niece's tender muff, her fleecy love-nest still damp with water and possibly even the first fresh discharges of the juice of her obvious sexual excitement.
It was a narrow swath between her slim golden-toned thighs and her jugs, so small and tender, seemed to swell and perk up, each ruby-red nipple hardening and growing taut as his eyes slid up and down the length of her naked body.
No appropriate words came to mind. He didn't know whether to remain where he was and let his niece make the first move or if he should do what came naturally, forcing her to surrender to his burly virility.
A minute passed, sixty silent watchful seconds, during which time he felt himself fast losing control of his senses. Her body called out to him and he wanted to devour her with caresses, to show her what love-making was really all about, not just the unemotional animal sex she had been forced to endure with Francoise, Claude and the odious Rene Martinon.
So when she didn't make a move, when she didn't respond as Christine had done in the shower, dropping to her knees in adoration before his horny and potent body, Drew knew that it was time for him to take a chance – a good chance, at that – and do what he had kept putting off since he had found Amy at Fontenay.
"Your friend Rachel told me that you've always thought I was a hump," he whispered, dry-mouthed and eager to get started.
Amy looked up into his eyes with a start, as if she had been hypnotized, as if his cock was mesmerizing her the way a snake can charm a bird into immobility. "You are," she whispered, dry-mouthed and eager to get started.
Amy looked up into his eyes with a start, as if she had been hypnotized, as if his cock was mesmerizing her the way a snake can shhhhhh charm a bird into immobility. "You are," she whispered. "I mean, I've always thought so. But you're my uncle, so…"
"So what," he said, completing the sentence. "Rachel knew a good thing when she saw one. And so do you. And you know what? So do I, Amy, and I've known it for a long, long time, longer than you'd even believe." And saying this, seeing the way a blush of confusion had suddenly suffused her cheeks, he moved towards her, ignoring the way she continued to back off into her room. He followed her, for she made no move to slam the door in his face, to callout words of disapproval.
She seemed fearful but wildly aroused at the same time, the forbidden and incestuous nature of their imminent bodily contact confusing her so that it would appear that she didn't know what to say or do. But Drew didn't have to hear her flattering him. She could have been mute and he wouldn't have cared less, for he knew what he wanted and what must be done.
She backed away from her, all eyes to his hairy crotch, to the grossly swollen projection of horny manflesh which rose out at her like an instrument of devilish pleasure. His body called out to her as much if not more than she called out to him and when her legs hit against the side of her bed, it was time for Drew to make good all the things he'd promised himself.
He lunged forward, his eyes blazing and his fingers trembling to grab hold of her. She gave a startled girlish yelp of fear and fell back onto the bed as he sprung at her like panther attacking its prey.
"Oh God no, say no," she moaned.
But it was too late for Drew to stop himself. He knew that what he'd always dreamed about was on the verge of becoming real and actual and so even as she trembled, his hands grabbed hold of her tawny thighs and he wrenched them almost brutally apart, dropping down onto his knees and the backs of his legs so that he was kneeling right in front of her.
See if she'll want me to stop now, he thought to himself as he held her steady and despite her fearful thrashing motions, lowered his head down towards the golden fleecy spot between her thighs. His tongue, long wide and raspy edged as a fine file, thrust out of his mouth like the hissing flickering tongue of an asp and a split-second later her body gave a convulsive shudder as she saw and felt the way it was now lashing over her golden little honey pot.