My Niece Asked Me to Meet Her at a Bar Near Her University

It had been a couple of years since I’d seen Daniela, the daughter of my sister-in-law Marta. The last time, she was still a kid who barely looked up from her phone. What I found that night in Guadalajara had nothing to do with that memory.

She was twenty-three and studying at university. Her body had changed completely. She was a little over five foot three, well proportioned, with medium, firm breasts and a round ass that filled out every piece of clothing she wore. That night she had on a black miniskirt that fought to cover what the fabric kept riding up over with every step.

I was in the city for work. I had just wrapped up a meeting that had gone perfectly: the company I visited that day ended up contracting the entire system I’d gone there to offer them, equipment, software, and support included. I was feeling light-headed and in the mood to celebrate, so when Daniela texted me to meet up, I didn’t think twice.

We agreed to meet at a bar near her university. When I got there, I found a lively place, with a huge bar, a dance floor, and live music. It was one of those summer nights when the heat clings to your skin and the air feels heavy.

She was already there, sitting at a table right by the dance floor. She saw me cross the place and smiled in a way I didn’t remember. There was something different in her gaze, something that wasn’t the niece I kept in my memory.

I shouldn’t like this so much.

We greeted each other, ordered our first drinks, and started catching up. Family anecdotes, about her mother, about old summers. But between one sentence and the next there were looks that lasted a second too long, touches of hands across the table neither of us pulled away from. Every gesture felt electric, as if we both knew something was going to happen and neither wanted to be the first to say it.

The band launched into a slow song and she held out her hand to pull me onto the dance floor. I told her I hadn’t danced in years, but she dragged me there anyway. We danced pressed together, her bare back against my chest, her hips keeping a rhythm that had nothing innocent about it. I felt her perfume, the heat of her body, and I knew the line we’d been brushing against all night was about to be crossed.

When we went back to the table, it was already hard to keep the conversation going. The drinks piled up and the pauses between our sentences filled with charged silences. I kept trying to remind myself who she was, whose daughter she was, what all of this meant. But every time she leaned toward me, every argument I gave myself came apart a little more.

—Why are you looking at me like that? —she asked, toying with the rim of her glass.

—How am I looking at you? —I replied.

—Like I’m not your niece.

I didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t expecting an answer either. She finished her drink, stood up, and said her apartment was two blocks away. She said it bluntly, looking me in the eye. I paid the bill and followed her.

***

As soon as we closed the apartment door it was as if the rules stopped existing. Luis Miguel played softly on the stereo while we stumbled inside. She shoved me against the door and started running her hands over me, looking for the buttons on my shirt. I did the same, no longer thinking about anything I should have been thinking about.

The miniskirt was paired with a sleeveless blouse, with her back left bare. I started pulling it off her slowly, with all the patience in the world, just to see her get impatient. Every inch of skin I uncovered felt like forever, and the contact sent shivers through both of us.

—Not so slow —she murmured against my ear.

—You hold on —I answered.

When the skirt and blouse fell to the floor, I started kissing her neck while my hands roamed everywhere. She was already trembling, pressing herself against me, wanting more. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, where I laid her carefully on the bed. I went back to kissing her all over, recognizing a body I remembered from another time and that was now a woman’s.

I took my time with every part of her. I kissed her breasts slowly, trapping one nipple between my lips while she wound her fingers in my hair. I moved down her stomach leaving a wet trail, pausing at every spot that made her hold her breath. I wasn’t in a hurry: I wanted to memorize every reaction, every sigh, every time she arched her back looking for my mouth.

We ended up naked together on the sheets. I lowered myself, settling my head between her legs, after having bitten and licked her ass until she shuddered with every caress. I paused on the insides of her thighs, kissing them slowly. When my tongue brushed her, she gasped, and I smiled, knowing exactly what I was doing to her.

I went up little by little, testing every inch with my lips and tongue, until I reached her sex. The smell of her skin, mixed with a sweet perfume left over from the night, dragged me there. My nose, my mouth, and my tongue were already where she wanted them most.

I started to pleasure her with my fingers. She was so aroused she couldn’t hold back a loud moan. I knew what she wanted and had no intention of making her wait. I closed my mouth over her clit and licked it slowly, listening to her writhe. She moaned, begged me to stop and, in the very same sentence, asked me never to stop.

While my tongue played with her, with one hand I squeezed a breast, pressing the nipple between my fingers, and with the other I stroked her ass. I slid one finger down to test her opening and she arched her back without stopping her moans.

—Uncle, you’re driving me crazy —she panted—. I’m almost there… keep going, keep going.

She dropped her hands and grabbed my hair, pressing me against her, completely lost in the moment. She knew that I knew exactly what I was doing and that I was doing it too well. I felt her reaching the edge, her whole body tightening, and then she came hard, screaming my name as she trembled on the bed.

—It’s been a long time since I felt something like that —she confessed afterward, still panting, slowly catching her breath.

***

It took her a while to come back to herself. When she did, she climbed on top of me and started kissing me with a different urgency. I could feel my erection throbbing against her stomach, and she knew perfectly well what I wanted. She slid her body downward, slowly, until I was inside her, and we started moving together.

It was as if our two bodies had been made to fit together. We found the same rhythm, first slow and then hard and fast, moaning with every thrust. She leaned against my chest, throwing her head back, and I held her hips, keeping time.

—I’m about to cum, Dani… —I warned her, my voice breaking.

—Yes, I feel you… don’t stop… —she answered, digging her nails into me.

We came almost at the same time, holding each other, shaking against one another. She collapsed on top of me and we stayed like that, sweaty, hearts pounding, listening to the music still playing in the background.

Neither of us said anything for a good while. She traced circles on my chest with her finger and I stroked her back, feeling her breathing slowly calm. I thought about what we had just done, about what her mother would say, about all the reasons this was wrong. And yet I didn’t regret a thing. I only wanted more.

After a few minutes of caresses, when I already thought the night was winding down, I noticed I was hardening again. She felt it before she saw it and her face lit up with a mischievous smile.

—No way, we’re not done yet —she said.

She got out of bed and knelt in front of me. She started slowly, kissing me first, then taking her time running her tongue all the way up. After that she took me all the way into her mouth and started sucking hard, helping herself with her hands. I moaned uncontrollably, completely lost, unable to think of anything else.

She knew what I liked and had no qualms about giving it to me. She licked, she sucked, she teased me with her tongue until I was almost begging her to stop. When I thought I couldn’t take any more, she picked up the pace, not letting go, looking up at me from below. I came again, harder than before, and she took every last drop without moving away.

It was the perfect ending to a night that should never have happened.

***

That night I slept more peacefully than a child. In the morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw Daniela come out of the bathroom with wet hair falling over her breasts and a towel tied loosely around her waist. She looked at me from the doorway, fully aware of what she was provoking, and came slowly toward the bed.

—Are you staying for breakfast? —she asked, letting the towel fall.

I knew it shouldn’t happen again. I knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse.

And by the way she climbed back onto the bed, I knew that morning was going to be as long as the night.