He paused at the foot of the stairs, holding the banister, shaking his head and waiting for the swell of his prick to diminish. His breathing slowly returned to normal, and he no longer felt the throbbing at his temples he had experienced while spying on Maria.

"Is somebody down here?" he called in a loud voice, hoping it was not artificially loud or obvious.

He counted to ten, then went down the hallway, looking in each door. By the time he reached the living room, Maria and Jake were bath presentable. Jake's pants were in place, zipped, and Maria's skirt was pulled down, as was her sweater. She hadn't hooked her bra, though. He could see the motion of her tits, the stiff points of her nipples, and there was a gleam of pink under the edge of the sofa. She hadn't put her panties back on.

"Uncle Steve! I didn't know you were here!"

"I got in late this afternoon. Was upstairs taking a nap – jet lag, you know – and I thought I heard voices."

Maria stood up, her legs trembling a little. So did her voice.

"Jake, this is my Uncle Steven," she said, "He's a TV news anchorman in Florida. We almost never see him anymore. Uncle Steve, this is my friend Jake."

"Uh, must be interesting work," Jake said, his eyes not quite meeting Steven's.

"Sometimes. But I'm in town interviewing for the anchor spot on Channel 3 news. If I get it, I may be around a little more often. So how's my favorite niece?"

"Fine," Maria answered.

"Uh, well, I should be going," Jake put in. "Nice meeting you. See you in school Monday, Maria, I guess."

Maria was on tenterhooks. She stood tensely now, looking at her uncle, working her weight from one hip to the other. Her thighs were snugly together, and the crotch piece of her panties was dripping. The motion did nothing for her pussy itch except to accentuate it, and she knew what she had to do. Her fingers itched to begin.