In Her Uncle’s Hands...(closed for AndreaSubbie)

[Homerun2611]

It had been a long time, too long since my little girl had been home. Gwendolyn “Gwen” was the apple of my eye. It had been my wife’s, Ashley’s, idea to send our daughter to the ultra prestigious, Ethel Walker School in Simsbury, Connecticut. The reality was, our home in Westchester, New York was a little less than 90 miles away, however the school had strict rules on visitation, which we had been faithful in following. Therefore, it had been nearly five months since we had seen her.

Ethel Walker was a fine school, designed to make her a bright and inquisitive thinker, highly liberal, I had seen the transformations in my little princess, who in one moment still sat on Daddy’s lap, and other times debated with vigor at the national mock trial competition hosted at Harvard. My wife was dedicated at instilling the same independence in our daughter that she relished. While I just enjoyed our renaissance daughter, as skilled and graceful in ballet as she was tenacious in her skimpy little field hockey uniform.

Oh me? I’m Rick Simpson, I am Managing Partner at Citadel Investments, one of the oldest and most well respected Wealth Management firms in Manhattan. I am the one who earns the money that allows my wife to be one of leading society and charitable chairs in New York, and allows my princess to attend a high school that coaches almost as much as the Ivy League University, Brown, that she will be attending this fall.

Right now, I don’t care about any of that. I see the door open to the helicopter, and I set my laptop back in my briefcase, “God I can’t wait to see her, I know the graduation will require us to spend time with the other girls and parents, but I hope we get a few minutes alone.” My wife cools kissed me on the cheek, “I packed your bags, you know the graduation ceremony is black tie?” I nodded, “...and your niece is already there, she flew in two days ago, but Gwen didn’t seem to mind. She said she has turned into quite the beauty, so I guess you will be spoiling two young ladies this summer, and not just doting on our daughter.”

Gwen and I were close, as she was with her mother, but different. She could be soft and silly with me, while Ashley was always prepping her to follow in her footsteps, to be the perfect debutante...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andrea

I stuck pretty close to Gwen when i could, but though friendly, my red headed cousin clearly didn't want a kid from overseas cramping her style just before graduation, and I was feeling a little left out.

Of course i wasn't short of attention. Plenty of guys, and even a few girls were flirting with me, adoring my English accent just like off the tv shows. But petite slim brunettes didn't generally struggle to be noticed, even if they had small b-cup boobs, and appeared foreign because their Dad had an important job overseas.

It felt strange being back home. I'd been away so long it hardly felt like home. And with the English school system being different i didn't have the right qualifications yet for college, or even friends to hang out with.

I needed a job to help re-acclimatise before applying to colleges, and to make some friends. Maybe even have some fun?

Hopefully Gwen's mum and dad would soon arrive and whisk us away to the big house.

 

[Homerun2611]

We flew into and landed our helicopter on top of the Marriott in west Hartford. My driver, Harrison, had come down earlier in the day with our BMW limousine. I knew we would be drinking and celebrating over the next two days and Harrison would drive us back home on Sunday as well.

Ashley had been a bit quiet during the flight, and I figured she was just thinking about whatever she had been up to earlier. However as the silent treatment continued, I finally touched her arm and as she turned, I looked into her eyes. "What's up Ash, aren't you excited to see Winnie?" She looked back, an odd mixture of anger and coldness in her gaze, "Of course I am, but I am sure not as much as you!" I frowned, "You do remember I am your wife, and Winnie is our daughter, it would be nice if those around us this weekend didn't question that. Plus Andrea is already there, and she will be coming back with us."

Ah yes, Andrea, I had forgotten about my niece for a minute. My older brother Jason's daughter took after my sister-in-law, which was to her benefit. Her mother, while petite, was truly beautiful and she and I had always had a connection. However, the last time I had seen Andi she had been prepubescent, however in the most recent Christmas card it looked like she was coming into he own as a younger, but just a beautiful version of her mother.

I knew what my wife was saying, although I couldn't help but smile at the irony of my wife's statement. She was careful to use the word wife, rather than lover, as Ashley and I hadn't had sex in nearly a year. She might accuse me of being attracted to my daughter, something I didn't want to admit even to myself, but there was little doubt my wife was very attracted to young men, and it hadn't been lost on me how warmly she was greeted by both the assistant golf and tennis pros at Westchester Country Club.

My wife was still a beautiful woman, but she was terrified of growing old. She barely would admit we had an 18 year old daughter. Ashley had just turned 40, but would never admit it, and it was my guess the young guys were a phase, and how serious that phase was, I really didn't care to know.

Finally the limo pulled up to the main reception area, cocktails were being served to parents out on the back lawn. We wandered back looking for Winnie but saw no sign of our daughter, however, on the fringe looking a bit lost was a petite and beautiful brunette. I pointed her out to my wife and headed over arms extended, a genuine smile on my face, I called out, "Andrea...Andi, it's Uncle Rick, it is so good to see you!"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Hearing my name called out, naturally I turned towards the voice and found my face lighting up with a delighted grin.

"Uncle Rick! Aunt Ashley!"

Walking purposefully towards my Uncle I held out my arms in a mirror of him and hugged him tight like I'd always done as a child.

"Hey am I glad to see you guys!" and standing back I looked more closely at my new Guardians. I was still smiling, and reckoned they looked just the same as when I'd left for England all those years ago.

"You must be looking for Gwen? She's around here somewhere, mixing with her friends. It IS her big day, after all?"

Linking arms with my Uncle I tried to steer him towards the wine.

"Can you beleive they're actually serving champagne? The real stuff?" and grinning up at him thought this might indeed turn out ok. At least I didn't look out of place in my black short sleeved satin cocktail dress and two inch heels, legs encased in dark tights .. or pantyhose as I needed to call them now.

 

[Homerun2611]

I hadn't been sure, but I was thrilled with Andrea's response. "Uncle Rick! Aunt Ashley!"
I took note at which name she said first, not that it was necessary intentional, but just seeing how Andrea had blossomed, and how she took after her mother, sent a tingle through my body that was difficult to ignore. I broke stride with Ashely stepping forward and scooped Andrea into my arms. As she snugly held on, I remembered how she used to hug me as a child, but this was now a woman with her young, firm body pressed against mine, and biology alone made it impossible not to react.

"Oh..." I laughed, "Can I still call you Andi, or are you only Andrea now....I can't believe how you have grown...last time I saw you, you were still a little girl, and now...my, what a gorgeous young woman!" I let go, but I must admit it was with some reluctance. Even in that short moment, I had felt the firmness of her young body, as my hand briefly brushed across her ass, before my large hands nearly encircled her thin waist.

I am six foot, two, and 190 pounds with very little body fat. Dark hair with just a bit of premature graying at the temples and steel blue eyes that I had been compliment as being very similar to Paul Newman. I had been a tennis player in college and took pride in my long, lean, muscular physique. There was no doubt that Ashely and I were a very handsome couple, it truly was a shame that the things that most excited us were not each other, although being around all of these young hormones would likely make us near insatiable later, even though we would like be thinking of someone else when we released.

Andrea was as sweet as I remembered, "Hey am I glad to see you guys!...You must be looking for Gwen? She's around here somewhere, mixing with her friends. It IS her big day, after all?" I smiled, looking down and deeply into her beautiful brown eyes. "Yes, I do miss my Pooh Bear..." I used my pet name for our daughter Gwen, or Winnie as we used to call her and I hoped I still could. "I can only imagine what a killer combo you are together, the boys at this school don't stand a chance, do they?"

"Oh God, not already!" That was my wife, whose head was turning, admiring all the young men in their blazers and ties who seemed to return her glances with equal appreciation for my wife who was clearly the MILF par excellence! "Hush, I am just complimenting our niece...and our daughter...they young men, well I can't imagine they can help themselves."

We walked and headed toward one of the small bars set up to serve drinks to the parents and graduates. "I don't believe the champagne is for you, but since you are 18, would you like me to get you a glass? You promise to be a good girl right, and not let the champagne go to your head?"

I had just handed the drinks out to Andrea and Ashely, when I could hear her loud and clear as from behind rang out, "Daddy!" I turned just in time to see a rush of red hair and feel my daughter's arms wrap around my neck. Before I could even respond her lips pressed against mine. Now I know this is not how a daughter normally meets her father, but our relationship was different and special...some may have even felt inappropriate...I know my wife felt that way...but it was all really quite innocent....although I must admit there were times when my fantasy did slip into the world of the taboo!

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Stepping away a little to give them a bit of space for the family reunion I sipped the fizzy golden wine that tickled my nose and went down so easily, and glanced aroud the reception.

Yes, there were a lot of very fit nice looking boys and yes many of them kept glancing over to our party. Well why not? There were three women to look at, and guys liked to look, right? Not that Uncle Rick was a strain on the eyes either.

But despite getting my own plentiful share of glances and attention, the boys didn't really do anything for me. They were pleasant eye candy to be sure, but I'd grown tired of the advances of boys my own age; they seemed intent only on satisfying their own wants. I was holding out for someone who knew how to treat a girl right even if I wasn't entirely sure what that meant. But I reckoned I'd know when I found it.

 

[Homerun2611]

I felt my cock, which had begun to harden in reaction to the hug from Andrea, was now fully erect as Winnie pressed against me and gave me a kiss at least three seconds longer than appropriate. "For Christ sake Gwen, you're his daughter not his.." She didn't finish as Gwen released me from the kiss and yet kept her arms around my neck, my hands on her waist, feeling her body only slightly lessen its press against me, turned toward her mother. Her brow crooked, her eyes cold, "At least Daddy's always happy to see me, aren't you Daddy?" She winked and I had to blush a bit as I assumed she was making some sort of reference to my hard on.

I gently pushed her away, "Of course I am pooh bear." I turned toward you as Gwen and Ashley exchanged a chilly embrace. "Let's leave the mother and daughter alone to catch up a second?" I said to you, as I pressed my hand to the small of your back in an awkward attempt to free you from the fray of the two lionesses squaring off. I guided you a bit away, "They actually do love each other, but the line between love and hate can be very fine sometimes."

I had quickly downed my glass of champagne and sorely needed another. I looked at your glass, "Would you like another yet, I will get one for Gwen too...." I only turned slightly to catch the bartenders attention and request the next round. "...don't worry about them....how have you enjoyed getting reacquainted with Gwen?....I hope my daughter has been a good host..." I was doing my best to conceal my hard on...hoping that another drink might make me more presentable. I couldn't help but notice how the young men admired you..and how you seemed to show little regard...I smiled. "You know you have quite a few admirers...but why am I guessing you know that...and don't really care?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Meh, I dunno," an answer that seemed to cover both Uncle Rick's questions.

"I gues they're quite pretty to look at, the boys, but well, they are such boys?"

The truth was that I was feeling a bit left out and like I didn't belong. This was my home country but I'd been gone so long I didn't really know how things worked anymore. I was a foreigner.

Really I just wanted Uncle Rick to take me home so I could shower and go to bed and sleep off the jet lag. maybe I'd feel better about things in the morning.

One thing was sure, I'd have to tread a careful line to avoid getting caught up in the domestic battles between Aunt Ash and Gwen, maybe between Aunt Ash and Uncle Rick.

I'd have to tread carefully until I got to understand how everyone meshed together back at the ranch.

Linking arms with my uncle, needing the comfort of his presence, I glanced around the reception avoiding eye contact with the many young men, but noticing I was also getting looks form Faculty staff. That made me think.

 

[Homerun2611]

Talking with Andrea, I was both surprised and pleased at her indifference at all the young handsome admirers. I decided to tease her. “I am impressed you not wanting a boy to do the work that a man understands how to do so much better!”

I was careful to not completely cross the line, but I couldn’t help but be curious if she might actually be attracted to older men, of course, not necessarily her uncle! I took a sip of my champagne while he waited for her reply.

Gwen and Ashley were exchanging barbed volleys, each pushing each other, while still avoiding a direct confrontation. “Make no bother of them, they will be laughing in a few minutes. I want to know what is new with you, what you would like to do this summer? If you would like I have an internship I could offer you at my firm, it is somewhat administrative, but you would have a chance to travel with me a bit and see some things up and down the east coast, and even spend a week in California.”

This evening would be the graduation ceremony, followed by the black tie dinner and dancing. Suddenly Gwen had come up beside us. “Daddy, I hope you brought your dancing shoes? Andrea, have you ever danced with my father? Be careful Daddy can sweep you right off your feet!” Gwen winked at me, as I looked at Andrea, a bit embarrassed at my daughter’s compliment....

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Ugh! We had a dance still to endure, and a dinner.

It felt like this day was never going to end. I shouldn't have complained, since it was Gwen's party and we were all supposed to be here for her, but I'd have to force myself to get through it.

On the other hand, at least I had Uncle Rick's company and he was nice to hold on to. I knew I'd have to share him with Aunt Ash and with Gwen, and maybe he'd also want to dance with some of Gwen's pretty friends, but then maybe I could get a dance or two with some of the teachers?

Clearing my mind a moment, I answered my Uncle's question.

"An Internship? you mean like a real job? I don't mind filing and clerking and stuff, and travel might be fun. Yeah, if it's ok with everyone I'd love to do that."

It did indeed sound interesting and would certainly help with my College applications. I chose not to reply to Uncle Rick's other comment, about boys not being up to doing a man's job, and guessed that talk about sex and relationships was less inhibited in this family than my own. I'd have to force myself to be more open than usual. If Uncle Rick asked again I'd try my best to be straight with him.

In fact, it might be quite nice to have a mature man to discuss personal things with, someone not my own dad, someone who could give advice but would love me and not judge. Yes, maybe I would open up to Uncle Rick. If he ever happened to ask again.

 

[Homerun2611]

I laughed,”Yes, exactly like a real job...you would serve as my personal assistant, attending meetings, taking notes, but also serving as my companion at dinner meetings and the like...don’t worry if you didn’t bring that type of wardrobe, Winnie can take you to purchase suits, blouses, dresses and evening attire.”

I heard my daughter gasp, “How come she gets that, don’t you want me as your date Daddy?” I just laughed, “It isn’t exactly a date, and I can’t hire my daughter...but Andrea I will want you in dresses, I know it may seem sexist, but it is amazing how an attractive young woman in a dress, particularly a short dress makes it so easy to get a deal done!” I winked at Andrea as Winnie continued to pout, but I had made my decision and I was looking forward to getting to know Andrea better.

I had seen her reaction to the dinner tonight and understood. “I leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Don’t worry, tonight won’t be so bad, and if you are too bored, I promise we can find somewhere you can escape for a bit. I am not letting you off the hook that easy young lady, I asked you a question earlier, and don’t think I didn’t notice how artfully you dodged it?...Do you have a black tie dress with yo, if not, I am sure your cousin has some things you would look simply delightful in?”

Gwen nodded and put her hand on my shoulder, “Don’t worry, I will take care of her, and make sure you have the two..” she stopped and looked at her mother, “...okay, the three prettiest dates at the dinner dance!” I looked around at the professors looking on and I had no doubt, my bigger question was would I ever get my own turn? I gave the two girls waists a loving squeeze and went to get one final round of drinks, perhaps it was only because Andrea had been a girl the last time I saw her, but I was feeling an attraction I couldn't deny, no matter how hard I tried...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The two of us cousins wandered off and talked about dresses and shoes and underwear, and what the Dinner was going to be like, and then Gwen talked about home.

She opened up more than I expected, letting out all sorts of details and feelings about tensions at home and the special bond with Dad. I was going to have to be careful not to upset a finely balanced domestic environment, and not make Gwen or Aunt Ash jealous by accidentally doing or saying the wrong thing with Uncle Rick.

While Gwen talked, I let my mind wander a bit, recalling Uncle Rick say how he wanted me to be his attractive young woman companion in a short dress. How short, I wondered? It seemed I would be there to be decorative and possibly a distraction. Was that a problem? I couldn't see why. I seemed to be getting some very attentive looks from many of the Faculty staff, so maybe I was qualified for the job.

Getting paid to wear nice clothes, go to exciting places, dine in restaurants and hotels, be looked at and admired, even shown off. Did it get better than that?

Yes, this could be just the job. And perhaps there might be clients or colleages of Uncle Rick who might just be interested in spoiling me?

Yes, this could be just the right job.

 

[Homerun2611]

Gwen saw the far off look in her cousins eyes. She had tried to explain the situation at home, but how much could she really say. "I want to fuck my father and I think my mother knows it!" Yeah right, she didn't know Andrea well enough, and even if she did, she didn't want her to think she was some sort of freak. Even if she wasn't sure herself. What was worse was she was pretty sure her father was attracted to her too, hell everyone was attracted to Gwen, old, young, man or woman.

She had searched out plenty of substitutes, having fucked half the professors at the exclusive boarding school and the Dean. The fact she was valedictorian was a function of all her abilities, not just her brain. However, no matter how she tried, she couldn't get the thought of Daddy from her mind.

She bit her lip, "Are you going to take the job with Daddy? His last assistant was really beautiful." She had almost a jealous twinge to her voice, she had heard her mother and father arguing occasionally over Samantha, allegations but no proof, as Daddy dismissed her accusations dismissively. When Gwen had heard that Samantha had left, not certain of the circumstances, she had fantasized that she might be able to "fill" her role.

"...I don't mind telling you, I am a little jealous, but I'm sure you will be great." She should have let it drop there, but she just couldn't. "I saw some of the professors looking at you...would you like me to introduce you tonight..." And then she asked what she really wanted to know, "...are you attracted to older men?"

********​

We watched the girls walk off. The initial reception was drawing to a close, and the ceremony would start in a bit over two hours. Enough time to check in, freshen up and change for the ceremony and the formal dinner and dancing afterward.

My wife came up and purred into my ear as she watched my eyes follow them, "Hard to resist huh Rick? You do know they are your niece and daughter right? I am your wife." I turned to her, "Yes, two I am forbidden to touch and one who won't let me." It was a truer statement than I wished, how my wife had evolved into this I wasn't sure, but I also knew there was a vitality and spirit of young women that inflamed every bone of desire in my body. Perhaps my wife knew it too and this was her defense mechanism.

It didn't matter, maybe I was a captive to my own vices, yet I couldn't help lust after things I couldn't or at least shouldn't have, while probably sealing my fate to someone who I could. "Let's go back and get dressed, maybe a cold shower is in order?" Even my wife couldn't help but laugh at my obvious pain.

In two hours I would be dressed in my tux, and Ashely in some ridiculously expensive designer original, we would look like the perfect power couple we were, at least from the outside looking in, of course we were careful to not allow anyone to easily peek behind the curtain. We sat down in our assigned seats, the graduation procession would start shortly. As a small, ultra exclusive school, there were only 120 girls in Gwen's graduating class. The seat beside me was empty, and I looked around to see if my beautiful young niece might be lost....

 

[AndreaSubbie]

I hurried in, a little late because I'd been helping Gwen get ready for the ceremony after she'd helped me get dressed. I was in one of her frocks, a little evening number that she said was suitable for the occasion. I had my doubts.

"I'm so sorry," I apologised to Uncle Rick and Aunt Ash, taking the vacant seat at their table, "we were just putting the finishing touches to our makeup and hair, and getting Gwen in the right place."

Recovering my breath I glanced at my hosts trying to judge their reaction to the black dress that Gwen had picked out for me. It seemed she wanted the teachers to see more of me than I was usually comfortable with; but if the new Job was going to need me dressed like this, I had better get used to it.

We'd had a nice few hours together, getting to know each other a bit more, but there was still a slight reserve. We weren't yet ready to share our deepest secrets, which was why I'd tried to duck her question about old guys. It seemed like she and her Dad wanted to know the same thing. Maybe I just gave off the vibe and they both recognised it somehow?

Whatever it was, I was going to try and keep that part of me under wraps for the time being.

For now, we were here to formally celebrate Gwen's graduation and success, and she would be the focus of attention. Hopefully no-one would notice me.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was nearly time to begin the processional. The graduates would cross the stage and get their diplomas, shake the hands of the dignataries and then once the caps were thrown in the air, would strip off their gowns and join their families for the gala. I saw Andrea just seconds before she saw us. I therefore had the luxury to take in her outfit and the tight little package it barely concealed.

I finally had a good perspective on what a rocking little body my young niece possessed. She was petite, but firm and deliciously tight everywhere. I truly did try to resist these feelings, but I realized my mouth was watering, a wolf in a tuxedo, parading as an uncle. God I had to be careful or I could do something really stupid. Ashely was a bit less enthusiastic. "Well, at least she dresses a bit more conservative than our daughter."

I knew it was actually Gwen's dress, but Ashe was right, at lest this one, while short and form fitting did not have the plunging, reveal all necklines that my only daughter usually preferred. It didn't matter, I thought Andrea looked ravishing. I got up, realizing my cock was quickly hardening, and taking her hand, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. The kiss lingered a bit long, and was really a bit more at the point where her ear lobe touched her neck.

She smelled young, fresh and perfect, and I might have let out a slight moan before catching myself. "You look lovely!" I whispered in her ear. "I want to be your first dance tonight." Our eyes briefly locked on each other before I pulled out her chair to sit down on my right. There was an empty chair on my left where Gwen would sit, next to Andrea on the other side was William Tullis, the professor of Cultural studies, and a man of much renown. On the other side of Gwen was Dean Rutherford. A younger man, but ambitious. I was not surprised to see him at our table as Ashely and I had been strong benefactors to the school, and he wanted to show his appreciation.

I also knew he and Gwen were close, a fact that honestly made me less than comfortable. Lastly Ashely was in the middle of them, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy, girl we were arranged in what might prove to create an interesting dynamic. Both men gave my niece a nice long look, manners which barely hid the hints of lust in their eyes. I leaned over to Andea, "Don't let the beards and suits fool you...we are eating with wolves!"

The lights dimmed, and I set my arm across the back of Andrea's chair, somewhat protectively. The ceremony was well done, and when Gwen finally joined us, she had shed her long black robe and had on a short, sparkling cocktail dress. She was all smiles, making the rounds to shake hands and kiss cheeks. "Well ladies, aren't we lucky, dinner with three of the most handsome men on campus!" The statement wasn't necessarily appropriate, but it was so Gwen!

 

[AndreaSubbie]

I had to laugh at Gween''s comment. It was so Gwen, I was coming to realise. She was so natural and uninhibited, and I reckoned I could learn a lot from her.

We all settled into our places after the whirlwind arrival of our Star, and as all eyes were on my beautiful cousin I again sneaked glances at my hosts and dining companions.

Gwen was right, the three gentlemen were all quite handsome but also different. Yet they all had something in common. I nodded to myself as I identified it. Uncle Rick had called them wolves. That's what it was, though I wouldn't have used that term. But it was there.

I assumed Uncle Rick meant that they were each dominant and successful in their own field, slightly predatory in seeking out the opposition in professional matters, but there was also something else there that quickened my heartbeat and brought a gentle flush to my chest and throat.

In my mind I couldn't help picturing myself surrounded by these three strong men, the focus of their attention ...

"Sorry, what was that?" I asked as Uncle Rick broke in on my thoughts, shattering my day dream. Thankfully.

The Dinner was nice. Good food, sparkling intelligent company, Gwen flirting outrageously while the men responded like they were meant to, Aunt Ashe coping and competing in her own way, Uncle Rick seeming to act as Umpire, and me smiling politely and letting it all wash over me.

When the music started for the dances I expected Uncle Rick to forget his claim, and ask Gwen for the first dance. After all, it was her night.

 

[Homerun2611]

Andrea was the most quiet of the three women, but that is what I would have expected. She was no less radiant, and she certainly drew the attention of not only myself but the Professor and Dean as well. The Dean making a pointed advance, "I understand Andrea that you have one year left before University, I would love it if you considered spending it here! You can ask your cousin but I don't believe she has any regrets and I know I would love to see another Simpson girl here." I caught the smirk on his face and how his eyes scanned down and lingered a bit too long on her young, pert breasts before looking into her eyes with a smile.

Part of me wanted to punch him, I was reasonably certain he had made advances on my daughter, and I wondered if he had ambitions to bed all the women of my family. I looked at Gwen and winked, "I know it is a fine school and we do appreciate all you have done for Gwen, but I want to allow Andrea to make her own decisions, she may choose to blaze a different path, or pursue different....objectives."

It was not a complete rebuke, but I also was not willing to just turn over my young niece as the next notch on his bedpost. For the most part, Gwen welcomed her role as the center of attention, alternating suggestive, yet fun comments to nudge and tease each of the men, while also feeding each of our very strong egos.

When she wasn't speaking, Ashely tried to sieze the stage, flattering each of the school officials and trying to make sure she was a key source of her daughter's charms. I was also more quiet than usual. It was entertaining to watch Ashely compete with Gwen and Gwen repeatedly outshine her mother. But really I was watching Andrea, watching Andrea watch all of us. It seemed to me more of her attention was on the men, than the speakers, however I realized that might just be wishful thinking with just a hint of irrational jealousy.

I leaned in, "I am serious, if you want to come here you can, but I am hoping to introduce you to many experiences this summer, help you find your passion." She had been distracted, but I would be able to show her later. As dinner drew to a close, the band began to play softly in the background, signaling that dancing would soon begin.

I knew the custom was Gwendolyn as the Valedictorian would dance the first dance with the Dean, which made it easy to keep my promise. Ash they got up I stood and extended my hand to Andrea. "Would you do me the honor?" I asked smiling and looking into her eyes. There is nothing sexier than a woman who is a good dancer, and whether or not Andrea was, we would have many nights together, and I would gladly teach her if she was willing to learn. Ashely was already heading to the floor with the professor, and now it was just me and my beautiful young niece...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Smiling into my uncle's eyes I lifted my hand for him to take, and in the briefest moment he took me in his arms and whirled me onto the floor.

It was nice, the way he held me, the closeness, my right hand in his left, my left on his shoulder and his right on my waist. I rather liked his hand on my waist.

Not being a knowledgable dancer I simply followed Uncle Rick, letting him take control which is so sexy in a man. Do men realise how it turns us on? I let my tummy press up against him as we danced and felt the first stirrings of interest. My interest. Was I getting attracted to my own uncle? Wasn't that supposed to be disgusting? It didn't feel disgusting. Hopefully Uncle Rick wouldn't notice, but that didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the dance.

I thought again about his job offer, one I'd already accepted, as against the Dean's offer.

"I am serious, if you want to come here you can, but I am hoping to introduce you to many experiences this summer, help you find your passion."

"Uncle Rick? I'd love to make the most of this summer with you, yeah new experiences, and all the rest?" and we chatted a bit as we danced, me thinking he mustn't have realised how potentially sexual most of his surely innocent remarks were.

But part of my mind was also on what the Dean had said, and how he looked at me. I was reminded of the 'wolf' comment again, and wondered how it would feel to be devoured by this one. By any of the three. By all of the three? No, that's going too far! And anyway, I'd probably be competing with my gorgeous vivacious cousin, and losing.

 

[Homerun2611]

At first I gently held her hand and pressed my other into the small of her back, leading her to the dance floor. I couldn’t help but notice and be impressed with the firmness of her petite body, it was a dancer’s body and the type I found almost irresistible.

“One nice thing about this school is all the girls get formal dance training. I think even Gwen was shy at first, but when she saw how men are captivated by a woman who can really dance, Sh now loves how she can become the center of attention, and have every man’s eyes on her....Have you ever received instruction at all, it is quite fun. If you would like, It would be my honor to give you private lessons? There is a side benefit, I have never met a good dancer who didn’t prove to be an incredible lover....” I laughed, taking her into hold, “...I know that was all the motivation Gwen needed when her teacher explained that.”

I was pleased how she seemingly showed no reluctance taking my hand, setting the other on my shoulder, even pressing her firm, young body against mine. It had to be the combination, of my hand on her waist and her touch on my chest and shoulder, maybe it was the bright young eyes, but when coupled with the heat and energy of her young body pressed into mine, I let out a small moan as I felt the blood begin to rush to my groin.

We chatted as we danced, I loved the feel of her breath on my neck and I tried to be as discreet as I could with my quickly hardening cock. The music began to pick up tempo, “I am going yo turn and spin you a bit...don’t worry, just trust me and follow my lead, I’ve got you, just have fun.” Normally I wouldn’t have been so adventurous on a first dadance, but Andrea felt good in my arms, my strong hand on her waist, and thus far she had been perfect in following my lead, responsive, if not anticipating my every touch and move.

I realeased her and spun her away, twirling her like a prima ballerina, and then making a half turn as I reeled her back in. I was smiling, hoping she enjoyed it, looking into her eyes. “ I hope that wasn’t too bad, would you like to try for a bit more?” I wasn’t sure how this was for her, but she was graceful in my arms and in her movements, I felt as if I had total control, and she had the skill and willingness to trust where I might take her...

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"I'd love to try for a bit more!"

It was such fun, this type of dancing, why didn't every school teach it? Uncle Rick was really good at it, and I just let him do whatever he wanted, trying my best to keep up. It was also incredibly sexy, but I hoped he wasn't aware of that!

I had already told him, "I'd love to take instruction from you, Uncle Rick, get Private Lessons, Personal Coaching! I reckon you'll be a great teacher," and I'd grinned happily at him.

One thing was for sure, if this was going to be any indication of how much fun I'd have interning for him, I was in for a great summer.

I glanced over and saw Gwen and Ash both dancing much better than me, probably having as great a time as I was having, and wondered if the other two wolves would want to have a go with me, too.

Surely it was socially acceptable to dance with every gentleman at our table?

But first they'd have to want me, and they already seemed very happy with who they had right now. And second, they'd have to ask. I couldn't see a reason why they'd want to. I knew Uncle Rick would dance with his wife, his daughter, so I'd just have to sit a few out.

But not yet. For now I had my uncle, and he was already taking me into the second dance.

 

[Homerun2611]

It was music to my ears, “Then more you shall have, in fact I will happily give you as much as you can take!” My eyes were twinkling as it seemed were Andrea’s, enjoying some innocent flirting, if there really was such a thing whe shared between an uncle and his niece?

The second song though was much slower, not when where I would swing my partner about the floor, but slower, more sensual, music perfect for a rumba, a sultry sexual dance, but I made no assumption that Andrea was familiar and I did not want to make her feel awkward.

Instead I pulled Andrea closer, dropping my left hand from her delicate hold to now rest both hands clasped and resting on the firm swell where her cute, tight ass, met her thin waist. As all around us, couples pressed into each other to enjoy the smooth Latin beat, I couldn’t avoid my hardness pressing against her stomach. I tried to change the subject, but could not deny the pleasantness of the sensation against the firm vitality of her body.

Looking over her shoulder as her cheek pressed against my firm pecs, I saw the Dean dancing with my Gwen, as she subtlety slid his cupped palm and fibers from her ass and pushed them up to her waist. She was watching us as I was watching her, she had a smirk as I saw her glance down to my hands, not far from the location she had just refused the Dean. Gwen gave me a wink and a quick, “tsk tsk” shake of her head in mock disapproval.

I decided to do a small half spin, primarily to escape the haze of my daughter, but also to enjoy the sensation of our bodies working in relatively intimate synchronization. We were swaying to the music, Andrea was light and delicate, but she felt delightful in my strong arms. “This is a Latin beat, I love the Latin dances: rumba, salsa, and the tangos, if you really would like to learn, I think we should start there. They are suggestive and seductive, but there are many fun salsa bars in Greenwich where Gwen can take you, and I’m sure you and I can find some fun bars while we are traveling!”

The song lasted too short, I frankly was in no hurry to not feel my nieces young body and breasts brushing even press g against me. However, as it was ending, I felt Gwen’s hand slide between us. “I just wasn’t sure you hadn’t become connected. She was laughing and teasing. “Cousin, I know my Daddy is attractive, but I didn’t realize he was magnetic!” Sh had a sparkle in her eye, it was all good natured.

“May I borrow him?” Gwen now was looking at me. “Daddy, remember the dance we did for the Father/Daughter Talent Show last Fall?” I would likely never forget it, while certainly toeing the line of impropriety, we had received rave reviews and ultimately taken first place. It was an Argentine Tango. A dance that likely originated out of Africa, but gained initial popularity in Buenos Aires Bodegas in the late 800’s before becoming a vice of the upper class when it moved to Paris in the early 1900’s. It is a dance that plays out the intensity of passions between lovers. Marked by intricate footwork, conducted in close proximity, it is about as close as a dance can choreograph a sexual encounter.

They embrace, turn away, try to ignore, but the heat and passion always bring them back. It embraces seduction, denial and consummation, all in a few short minutes. I Looked at Andrea, “Please excuse me, I do hope we can dance some more, later?” The floor was cleared as the band leader announced Gwen and I and we assumed our position. I noticed the Dean slip aside Andrea, and gently place his hand at her waist He leaned in and spoke softly in her ear. “Your uncle is very fortunate to be surrounded by such beauty, I know his and Gwen’s relationship is the envy of many Father’s here!” He laughed, “Maybe even the Dean.” He spoke of himself in third person as the music began to play for Gwen and I.

If anything, Gwen made sure this dance was even more heated and sensual than the first. I did love dancing with her, and I think we both enjoyed the various looks of admiration, envy, and even outrage that ensued. Let the old biddies and fat old men talk, we knew the truth. I loved every minute of it, but as we finished, it was Ashely at the edge of the stage, and I could not find Andrea, as after the polite applause, folks began to renter the dance floor.

“Come with me!” My wife barked, her speech already beginning to slur a bit. I hadn’t realized she had, had that much yet? Yet her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were hard and trying to poke their way through the lacy goddess of her dress. She was either angry or aroused, but in either case I wanted to get away from everyone and better u derstand what the hell was going on with her?

 

[AndreaSubbie]

As the Dean steered me away from the dance floor I was still wondering why Uncle Rick was so keen to teach me to dance.

I mean, it was nice, dancing, and yes I'd love to learn, but what was in it for him? Of course I'd be glad to have his undivided attention, to have him hold me like he had been, especially in the slow dance with both his hands so low on my back. It had felt nice, until jealous Gwen had come along and pretending humour has forced us apart. It wasn't like we were actually glued together, although his middle was sticking pretty hard into my tummy, and I could feel what must have been his belt buckle digging into me. Until Gwen prised us apart.

I'd have to watch out for that; for my lovely cousin getting jealous. I couldn't see what she had to worry about. I had a fraction of her beauty, confidence and prettiness and none of her sex appeal. That she had by the bucketful.

The Dean still had his hand on my waist, actually a bit lower, and was guiding me away from the tables while Gwen and Uncle Rick did their amazing almost professional routine, but I didn't get to see much. Maybe the Dean didn't want Gwen to see him with me. It was obvious the two of them had a bond, and now that she'd graduated I had noticed how he tried to grope her bum. No, her ass, I corrected myself. He must have been quite looking forward to getting his hands on her at last.

It had made me smile and appreciate just how alluring she was. The Dean even talked about her when he was with me, like I wasn't there, or maybe was a poor substitute for Gwen. I sighed. So much for me being devoured by the wolves. I'd be the morcel they picked over once Gwen had satisfied their apetites. Not that she would. Nor I. Obviously.

 

[Homerun2611]

The Dean had many motivations as he steered Andrea away. Secretly he hated Rick Simpson, not for anything specifically he did, actually quite the contrary. He and his wife, Ashely, were generous donors to the blue blood prep school. No, it was simply how he had impacted his daughter Gwen. The Dean loved his job, the authoritarian nature of his job, seemed to bring out the most delightful submissive needs of the young girls entrusted to his tutelage.

He had courted Gwen for two years, anxiously awaiting her 18th birthday. It had been on his burgundy leather coach in his office where he had finally been able to fuck her. Gwen was superlative in almost every way. When he first mounted her, she had been wet and ready, initially showing enthusiasm, but always keeping her eyes closed. The more he pounded into her, the more it irritated him, most of the young ladies he showed this level of interest, would come back with twice the enthusiasm for him.

Yet as he fucked Gwen, rising up and down he felt her arousal dissipating. "Look at me...I want to see the fire!" He huffed, but nothing, and then she shook her head. "Don't, you'll ruin it..." She whispered, putting her hands on his shoulders and trying to drive her pelvis and tight little cunt into his throbbing member. "What do you mean.****ining what?" He asked, truly incredulous. "You're...you're not...Daddy!" It was perhaps the most erotic and emasculating thing he had ever heard...he felt his cock wither as he rolled off of her.

Oh he still wanted her...as his hand on her ass suggested...but he wanted her to want him...and as he again watched the Father/Daughter lecherous dance, he had to get away, and what I delightful surrogate young Andrea might be...hopefully she held no such taboo desires for her uncle. He had Andrea now at the far edge of the floor, the showcase dance, mercifully over. He pulled her into hold. "You aren't competing with her...you don't have to...yet...I don't think you have any idea of how remarkable you truly are on your own?" It wasn't the first time he had used such a line...except this time...the Dean truly meant it.

I had tried to find Andrea as we came off, I knew the dance might have left the wrong impression...but my wife had other plans. She was drunk and in that mood that once or twice a year happened...she grabbed my hand and whisked me out. "God you are unbelievable...why don't you fuck our daughter right there...that is what you want don't you...to let everyone watch the might Rick devour his conquest?"

It was venom in her voice...the truth was I had never made any sexual pass at Gwendolyn...yes, there was chemistry...but I had resisted. Ashely looked up and down the hallway, and then opening a door...pulled me into the supply closet. She quickly spun and lifted her dress up over her hips. Not surprisingly she had removed her panties...and the slick between her thighs spoke volumes as to her arousal.

"Is that what gets you off Ashe? The thought of me fucking our daughter...or the thought of her fucking me? God you are such a whore....do you need it that bad...do you want this hard cock...the cock made hard by your daughter?" I was laying it on thick, the reality was it was Andi who had made me hard, but the dance with Gwen did nothing to subside it...my wife was panting, and then moaned when she heard my zipper released. She propped her tight ass up, offering her glistening, needy slit..."YES!!!!" She moaned...and then I performed my marital duties.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The Dean must have picked up something in my mood, something that made him suggest I wasn't competing with Gwen. Not yet. What had he meant by that? It was pretty disappointing not to be the centre of his attention while he was with me. Clearly he was still comparing me with my cousin.

And what was that about me being truly remarkable on my own? Some kind of consolation? If a man wanted me, I would prefer if it's because he fancies me, not because my sexy cousin wouldn't let him grope her ass on the dance floor.

But at least he wanted to dance. That was fine, and again I let a man take me in hold and felt his hand on my waist. One thing was for sure; if Gwen wasn't letting him fondle her ass, neither was I.

And where had Uncle Rick and Aunt Ash got to? Who was going to rescue me after this dance?

 

[Homerun2611]

In I drove, as my cock was still plenty hard from moments before. "OH FUUUUCCCKKKK YESS!!!!" I wish I could say it was my incredible prowess, which I do take pride in, but I think I could have driven a broom handle up my wife's wanton snatch and she would have come just as hard. She was so jealous of her daughter, and I smiled, as I thought it was her niece she should really be focused on, but the combination of her taboo thoughts and pent up rage, coupled with the thrill she got from degradation, my wife was a volcano ready to blow.

It took only one hard push of my cock deep inside, coupled with a hard spank on her ass, and her body tensed and I could feel the spasms of her orgasm up and down my shaft. I held her hips and drove in two, three, four more hard times as she clawed the walls and let out her yelps and screams...and then it was done...she slid off and crumpled to the ground. I hadn't even cum, but I didn't care. "Clean yourself up before you come back out, this is Gwen's night!"

I said as I zipped up, and tucked myself back in. It wasn't as if I don't like to cum, I do, but this was just trashy, and I was completely focused on someone else. I walked back into the ballroom and finally I saw Andrea and the Dean. I felt the snarl cross my lips and my muscles tense. "Relax, I'm sure it is innocent." I told myself, and I knew it was, at least so far. I also knew if given a second, the Dean would try to give you a tour of his study, and that was not happening.

I checked myself out, I was put back together and I ran my hands through my hair and then as the song began to wane I walked out. I tapped the Dean on the shoulder. "Do you mind if I cut in...I am sure you have students to attend to, and even if my niece is the prettiest young lady here, I believe others have EARNED your time." He and I both knew the meaning of my emphasis and I stepped in.

"Can I have one more dance, and then...maybe you would like to go catch a breath of fresh air..." I smiled, "Since I am your uncle it is okay if I monopolize the prettiest girl...after all I will be the one taking her home!" I winked as the next sound began and I pulled her into my arms...