Authors: Stella White
''I've never thought about it.''
''But you're in your forties and still not settled. You deserve to be. You'd make
a great
husband.''
''How do you know?'' he asked curiously.
''Because you're hot.''
He laughed. ''You're just like your mom,'' he said.
''And how was she?''
''Sorry, I didn't' mean to....''
''I was tiny when she died. I never really knew
her,
so I don't get upset by talking about her. These cookies are good,'' she said, taking a second.
''Your mom was like you,
very beautiful
. Far too
beautiful
for your father,'' he chuckled. ''She was
forthright
and honest, and a wonderfully warm woman.''
''You and dad ought to go and find a wife each. What's the fun in living alone?''
''None, but I suppose you get used to it. Your father and I go bowling each week and sink a few beer together on Friday evenings.''
''But Uncle Jimmy, sorry Jimmy. That's yawn, yawn, BORING. You need to put some oil
in
the
engine
and get moving. If you and dad went to a club or two, you'd be surprised how many women would throw themselves at you.''
Jimmy laughed at her enthusiasm. Her eyes opened wide as she spoke and he could see she meant what she said. ''Now there's a thought. Women on their knees begging us to dance with them.''
''They would do,'' Jess said. ''You and dad are good men, far better than a lot of scumbags,'' she was reminded of Jake and fell silent.
Jimmy finished his tea and looked out over the lake. The sun was beginning to set over the trees on the far bank, but it was still
very warm
. ''You've had a hell of a day. Why don't you go for a swim?'' he asked.''
''That
's a great idea
,'' Jess said. ''It's years since I swam in a lake. Oh, but I haven't got a costume.''
''Underwear or in the buff. I promise I won't look,'' he said.
''Yes. I think I will.''
The cabin had two bedrooms and Jimmy showed her to a single room with a bed, dressing table and chair. ''Make yourself at home here. I'll get you a bath towel.''
''You've always worn that scent haven't you?'' Jess said.
''I guess so. Don't you like it?''
Jess did like it. It reminded her of when she was younger. Days when she, Jimmy, and the dad had swum and cooked sausages on the outside grill. ''It reminds me of
nice
times.''
Jimmy went into the room and sat on the sofa, in the spot where Jess had sat. He picked up a copy of 'Fishing Today', and flicked through the pages, not concentrating on anything in particular. His pupils expanded when Jess came into the room, ready for her swim. She
was wrapped
in the bath towel, but her legs were exposed. He told himself he shouldn't be looking, but he couldn't help it. It had been a long time since he'd seen women's legs and he'd never seen legs as long, smooth and shapely as Jess's. Her golden hair was tied up in a bun, and he marveled at how she'd developed from the young kid he'd known, into a drop dead gorgeous woman.
''Will it be
very cold
?'' she asked.
''No I don't think so. It's been darn hot recently. Jump in,
don't
think about it.''
''Okay, here goes.'' Jess walked through the door, from the veranda, and onto the path that led to the jetty. When she got to the jetty, she let the towel slip and started to stretch her muscles. Jimmy didn't want to look, but he couldn't help himself. She was perfectly formed. Her behind was shapely yet trim, and the way her hips curved to her waist was more feminine than anything he'd ever seen.
She bent and touched her toes. He slapped his face and dropped his eyes to the magazine. ''Stop it,'' he said. ''She's
Charly’s
daughter for God's sake. Behave.'' When he looked up again, she was standing with her legs together and her arms over her head. He could see the outline of her ribs and the muscles in her abdomen. His brain forced his eyes to her makeshift bikini top, a black bra. The sight of her breasts straining against the material as she arched her back was too much for him. He stood up, went into the bathroom, and splashed his face with cold water. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he shook his head. ''Pervert,'' he muttered.
When he went back into the room, he heard Jess shouting something. He opened the door. ''Jimmy,
come
in, the water's perfect.'' After the cold water, he felt more in
control
and decided he would go for a dip. He went to his room, pulled on some swimming shorts and threw a towel over his shoulders.
When she saw him walking down the jetty, she looked at him as a woman, for the first time. His stomach was flat and his biceps muscular. His long, lean legs
were covered
with
fine
dark
hair,
and his chest was broad. When her eyes looked at the bulge in his
shorts,
she dropped below water and scolded herself. When she popped back up, he wasn't there anymore. She looked around and saw him appear a few yards further up. He swam back to her and stopped next to her.
''
It's
lovely, isn't it,'' she said. ''So serene, beautiful.''
''It's such a great summer, there's nothing better than an evening swim. Come on let's swim around a bit.'' He set
off,
and Jess followed. They swam a gentle breast stroke that took them to the far bank. Jimmy got out of the water and stood on a tiny beach. Jess followed. They stood next to each other and looked back over the water to the cabin.
''When we get back you'd better call your dad and tell him you're okay,'' he said.
''Do you think he'll mind?'' she asked.
''About what?''
''Well,...'' she thought how best to put it. ''I mean me staying here alone, with you.''
''I'm his best friend. You don't think he'll be worried about me trying anything with you, do you? We've known each other for
years,
he knows I'd never touch his daughter.''
''Yes. Of course. How stupid of me. Sorry, I'm embarrassed now.''
He looked at her. Despite the cooling air, her face was indeed flushed. ''Come on, race you back,'' he said running to the water. He beat her back to the jetty, but only just. They were both out of breath as they pulled themselves up the jetty ladder, with difficulty.
''My legs are shaking,'' Jess said as they walked up the path to the cabin.
''You need a shower, a glass of wine and something to eat.''
After her shower, Jess felt relaxed. Jimmy poured her a glass of red wine, and she sat on the sofa and watched him light the fire. ''It's not cold, but I love a fire,'' he said.
After ten minutes, there was a superb aroma coming from the kitchen. ''What are you cooking?'' she asked.
''Fresh fish, I caught it this morning. From the lake.''
''Smells delicious,'' she said taking a gulp of wine. ''You know you
really
are
a clever
man. You can do everything.''
In a while, he appeared again with a bowl of fish, rice, and salad. As they
ate,
they were silent. The food was too good to interrupt. Jess put her knife and fork down on the dining table. ''Wonderful,' she said.
She
stretched,
and as she did, her breasts pushed towards him. She saw him looking and smiled. ''I'll do the dishes,'' she said.
''Let's do them together.''
''Okay. Maybe I can have another glass of wine?'' He poured her a second
glass,
and they walked into the kitchen. He stood next to her and watched as her fingers played with the soap suds. He noticed how elegant her nails looked. He'd always had a thing for
elegant
nails;
he'd never known why. She put the first plate in the drying
rack,
and he picked it up and began to rub it with a tea towel. As he did
so,
he could smell her scent. A mixture of her skin and the scent she had used after showering. Her hair was still damp and hung seductively to her shoulders. Stop it, you bastard,'' he thought. Behave yourself.
When they
were finished
, they sat on the sofa again and watched the lake as the light faded into darkness. Soon the room was only lit by the fire. Jimmy jumped when he felt Jess lower her head to his shoulder. It was just a father-daughter thing, he thought. An expression of affection, nothing more.
''Jimmy, will you please make love to me?''
An arrow through the head. A request that he'd hoped would never come, yet
longed for
. ''Jesus Jess. We can't. It's not right.''
''But you want to. I saw you looking at me during dinner. You couldn't take you eyes off my breasts.''
''I'm a man Jess, and you've grown up into a beautiful woman. I'm sorry, I should have more self-control.'' He felt her hand on his knee. ''Sorry, it won't happen again.''
''But I like it,'' she admitted. ''I like you looking at me. It turned me on. I like to
be desired
.''
''Hell Jess, stop. He jumped
up,
and she could see he had a full erection. It's not right. You're young enough to be my
daughter,
and I can’t do it to your dad. Imagine what he would say if he found out.''
She reached out and tried to touch the protrusion in his pants. ''But he never will.'' She opened her robe and showed her breasts to him. ''Look what you can have, Jimmy. I want you. What's the big deal.''
''Stop it. The big deal is your my best friend's daughter. It's wrong.''
Jess closed her robe and sat back on the sofa. He was right, she thought. It was the wine. ''Sorry Jimmy, I'm a bit drunk.''
When Jimmy went to bed, his manhood was still rock hard. He wondered whether thinking of her, as he masturbated, was wrong.
He
decided it was. It took more self-control than he'd ever needed, to stop himself. But he managed it.
When he woke the next morning, the problem was still there, and he knew he should have relieved his desire the previous evening. He turned his face into the pillow and groaned.
Jess didn't appear from her room and after a couple of hours, Jimmy knocked on her door. She opened
it,
and he saw she'd been studying. ''I've made you a cup of coffee,' he said handing her a mug.
''Thanks. I'm trying to catch up on some college work. I'm way behind. It's what I intended to do this vacation.''
''Sure. Then I won't disturb you anymore. Just give me a shout if you need anything.''
Jimmy went fishing for an hour and caught nothing. When he came
back,
Jess still hadn't left her room. When she eventually did, she was wearing the bath towel again.
She
smiled at him without speaking. She left the cabin headed for the lake. He watched as she dropped the towel and started her stretching exercises again. The sight of her bending forward was too much for
him,
and he growled in frustration. Her legs opened
seductively,
and she pushed her ass out. Was she doing it on purpose?
he
wondered. He stood up and adjusted his pants. Once again he went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. ''What the hell,'' he said.
When she saw him striding down the jetty, she
could see
he was coming for more than a swim. She trod water and watched as he dived into the lake. She wondered if the water slapping against his erection had been painful. When he surfaced, he was next to her. He reached out and pulled her to him, his penis pushing against her soft thigh.
''No, Jimmy. We decided it was wrong. Let's keep to that.''
''Hell Jess, you are so hot, I can't stand it.
I want you. The sight of your body, on the jetty, stretching, it's made me so hard, you can't imagine.''
''I can feel it,'' she admitted.
''Then touch me, Jess,
touch
it.'' He tried to steer her hand to his center.
''No, Jimmy,'' she cried. She kicked away and began to swim to the far bank, as they had done the previous evening. He followed, but when she got out of the
water,
he stayed
in
the lake. She knew
why;
he didn't want to embarrass himself anymore. Jess sat on the sand and looked at him as he bobbed up and down twenty yards from her. Her attention was caught by a bird that flew quite close to her, and when she looked
again,
Jimmy was gone. She stood up and looked. He was almost halfway back to the jetty. She stayed where she was and watched as he climbed the ladder and walked back to the cabin.