After all, what would people say if they found out that I was sleeping with my own niece? Parson is a small town and word spreads fast. Even more, what would Patricia do if she found out that I was messing around with her daughter? My sister would probably whup my ass, and then have me labeled as a sex offender. Even more, I wouldn’t blame her, so it’s best to just ignore whatever sparks there are between me and the beautiful girl. The problem? Hadley’s gorgeous, tempting, and utterly receptive … and I’m not sure how much longer I can stay in this self-imposed straitjacket.
6
FRANK
“You promised!” Hadley singsongs, slipping her fingers around my wrist and tugging playfully. It still isn’t enough to get me to move, but the winsome smile curving her lips is. Hesitantly, I begin to follow Hadley as she dances towards the one and only women’s clothing boutique in the entirety of Parson.
“Sweetheart, you know I don’t like to shop,” I growl. “And especially not for clothes.”
My step-niece merely shoots me a dazzling smile.
“Yes, but Uncle Frank, you said we could pay a visit to Angelique’s after we finished grocery shopping. Now we’re finished grocery shopping, so we’re paying a visit,” she burbles in that playful way while giving me a wink. Is it my imagination, but does she shake her rump at me too? My fingers itch to alternately stroke and caress those large buttocks, but I keep my hands by my side. It’s wrong. I can’t do it, even if the urge is strong.
After all, I brought Hadley into town with me today because I needed to pick up groceries and run a couple errands. It’s not often that I come downtown, so I figured that today would be as good a day as any to show Hadley around. Being cooped up in a farmhouse isn’t great for anyone’s mental health, even if Hadley doesn’t seem to mind. She takes regular strolls around our property, and when I come home in the evenings, the sweet girl often appears incredibly content and satisfied.
Still, I want her to get out a bit, even if there isn’t really any place to go. Parson is an incredibly rural place, so we’ve got just got one main drag downtown with a grocery store, a drugstore, and a few other small shops, including Angelique’s, the aforementioned women’s boutique. Hell, I’m surprised Angelique’s even exists, come to think of it.
“I know what I said, but…” I protest again, the words dying on my lips. It’s too late because my niece is already barreling towards the boutique, and then she turns and gives me another wink.
“You’ll be fine, Uncle Frank,” she murmurs. “It’s no big deal.”
The bell chimes as soon as we step into the store, and Hadley is already halfway inside by the time a saleswoman comes around. It’s Suzie Newhouse, who also works part-time at the church.
“Do you know her?” Suzie murmurs at me, her red eyebrows furrowing as she tries to put two and two together.
I sigh.
“Yes, Hadley’s staying with me for the time being.”
Now, those red eyebrows practically fly off Suzie’s forehead.
“Really?” the woman asks, not even attempting to hide her surprise. “But how do you know her?”
The question hangs in the air, and I can tell what Suzie’s really asking. She wants to know if this is a date, a lady-friend, or some kind of indecent hook-up. She wants me to define the relationship, and this would be the perfect time to point out that Hadley’s my niece. But I don’t open my mouth because my life is private, and Suzie can speculate all she wants.
I guess a lot of folks around these parts are curious, however. Hell, most of the people in Parson probably think I’m some kind of hermit who … dun, dun, dun, might be gay! Not that it bothers me, but they’d be a hundred percent wrong on that part. I date my share of women, I just don’t like to bring them around to feed the town gossips. Instead, the women come over to my house, or I go over to theirs, and no one sticks their nose into our business.
“Yeah, I know Hadley,” I answer Suzie with a careless shrug before turning to walk away abruptly. The shop is small and thank God, there aren’t too many people here right now. I can hear Hadley humming something from the back, and sure enough, she’s in one of the dressing rooms. It’s semi-hidden behind a huge rack of clothes and I sit down in a chair to wait.
“Are you almost ready?” I growl. “Any day now.”
Hadley titters from inside as clothes rustle.
“Just a moment, Uncle Frank,” she calls sweetly. “I’ll be right out.”
Then the oxygen evaporates from my lungs because I thought she’d come out in a new shirt or maybe a stiff new pair of jeans, but instead, when Hadley pushes the door open, she’s dressed in a tiny bikini. Make that a micro-bikini that’s bright red and so thin that it’s practically see-through. I can literally see her hardened nipples poking through the fabric as those creamy tits spill from the sides and bottom. Not only that, but the triangle of fabric covering her crotch isn’t much more than a postage stamp disappearing between her pussy lips connected by bits of string that circle her waist.