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“Without what?” she asked, still looking up at me.
Unfortunately, my thoughts were already providing visual answers to her question, showing me what I had wanted to do to her before I went to Therese. And unfortunately, my dick didn’t get the memo that sexual thoughts about a niece are non-kosher and shouldn’t cause an erection.
Cia gasped and I knew she felt my storm trooper growing against her belly.
I considered moving away from her but that would just expose the problem even more. Instead I tightened my grasp around her and closed my eyes.
When I opened them I gazed directly into her forest-green eyes. “Remember when I told you that showering with you might cause my body to react?”
“Yes,” she said, slightly out of breath.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” I lied.
She lowered her head, so I couldn’t see her eyes. I wished she hadn’t, because you can tell so much from looking into people’s eyes and I was dying to know if she was disgusted with me.
She unwrapped her arms from my neck. “I feel a little better now,” she said and reached for the shampoo bottle. For the past week I had washed and brushed her hair. She had even taught me how to braid it.
I reached for the shampoo. “Let me do it,” I said.
“No, I got it,” she muttered and turned the hot water up a bit.
“Please.” I sighed. “Tomorrow you’ll most likely be a pre-teen so this will be my last time washing your hair. I want to do it.”
Her brows knitted together. “Why, Gabriel?” she asked and used my full name for the first time.
“Because,Darcia,”I reciprocated, “I like to take care of you.”
She gave me an incredulous stare and then handed the shampoo over. “All right. For the last time then.”
“Turn around,” I instructed and when she did I noticed how her nipples were hard and pointy despite the warm water. Was she still cold? Or was it a sign that I wasn’t the only one affected by the situation?
“Lean your head back,” I instructed.
She did and I gently applied the shampoo to her long golden hair. “How do you feel?”
I received a sound of satisfaction from her as I massaged her scalp, and I couldn’t help it when my fingers wandered down to her neck and shoulders and continued massaging her there.
“Too hard,” she complained
I softened my touch. “Is this better?”
“Uh-huh.” She let her head fall to one side, giving me a glimpse of her closed eyes. I was tempted to kiss her exposed neck, but instead I took the showerhead and rinsed out the shampoo from her hair. As I stepped to stand beside her I saw her face look relaxed with eyes closed. I know I shouldn’t but I still planted a kiss on her nose.
Green eyes popped open to look at me with great intensity. “I’m sorry I can’t give you what you need,” she said softly.
“Me too,” I whispered because in that moment I wanted her so fucking bad. “I mean, no, that’s okay. I’m sure you have needs that I can’t fulfil either… you know, with me being your uncle and all,” I babbled.
She took the showerhead out of my hand and turned it on me. “Can I wash your hair too?” she asked.
I nodded slowly.
“Would you mind kneeling down? I can’t reach.”
That turned out to be a very bad idea, as I now faced her sweet perky tits and my hands were going into cramps from my trying to hold back from touching them.
I tried lowering my eyes so I wouldn’t see them but that only had me looking down at a part of her body that my hands were equally interested in. I had already touched that part of her body while bathing her but never skin to skin. I had always used a washcloth, and I was curious to know how she felt.
Her hands massaged my scalp and washed my hair. My hair is trimmed short so it shouldn’t have taken long, but she took her time.
