"The whole time? You – oh, my God! – you were watching?"

Now she was embarrassed, for fucking sure! Something touched her hand. It was her uncle's fingers. They interlocked with her own, and she looked up to meet his frank stare.

"Maria, I just wanted you to know that I didn't see anything wrong with what you and Jake were doing or with what you were doing just now. It's natural, it's good, it's all right." He squeezed her hand.

"Yeah?" Maria asked. "Then why doesn't it work out? Why do I get so hot and anxious when I'm with a boy, only I chicken out at the last minute? I let Jake come in my mouth. Does that shock you? No? Oh, I forgot, you were watching it all, weren't you? Well, I did. I sucked his prick until it exploded, but when he wanted to fuck me, I froze up. And by the time I got up here to my bedroom, my cunt was itching so badly I had to stick my fingers in it and jerk off. It's always that way! Am I weird, or what?"

Steven's turn to get flustered had arrived. His face took on a reddish tint, and his fingers twitched nervously where Maria's hand clutched at his. "Maybe the time just isn't quite right yet. But it will be. You'll find someone and you won't want to chicken out at the last minute. You won't freeze up?"

"I'm glad you came in," she replied. "I don't feel like a pervert now. Even if I did kinda put on a show for you. Boy, I couldn't talk like this to Mom. She's so old-fashioned in so many ways, especially about s-e-x, you know?"

Marie laughed, delightfully, then scooted toward her uncle. She tossed one bare leg across his lap, took his face in both hands and gave him a warm, grateful, niece – like kiss on the lips. And then her head drew back, and her big blue eyes stared into his, and she moved her leg where it touched his lap.

"Uncle Steve, I think you have a hard-on!" A fact he had been trying to conceal from the girl, he reminded himself, but the attempt had been a failure. Again her leg moved, across the incriminating bulge beneath his robe. She knew a stiff cock when she felt it.