An Uncle
& Niece
Reunion
A Short Story of
4,300 words
by
Barry G.
Copyright 2011 Barry G.
Smashwords Edition
ISBN: 978-1-4661-3004-3
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JFK International Airport was crowded and noisy, as it always was. Hugo waited, impatient for Carl and his family to arrive. The day was hot—this was the hottest summer since anyone had started keeping track of such things. Sweat beaded his forehead, soaked his shirt, and dripped down his legs. On top of that, or maybe because of it, he was cranky.
Suddenly, he saw something that made him forget the exhaustion in his bones, the sweat in his brain, the acid in his stomach. It was a young woman—she couldn’t have been more than eighteen. Almost before he was aware of what he saw, he staggered inside with her beauty, and in his mind’s eye, she was already thrashing in his embrace. Her body was slim and agile like Audrey Hepburn, her eyes dark and passionate like Natalie Wood. Her breasts were small and perfectly round, firm, pert with the supple pliancy of adolescence, a quality he knew would disappear in a few years, perhaps even a few months. They were unencumbered by a bra, and the way they stretched the textured cotton cloth of her tee-shirt made his belly grow hot inside. Her thin tee-shirt was tucked into her tight shorts, revealing every contour of her soft concave belly, even the shadowed recession of her navel. Her legs were long, smooth, creamy in texture. She seemed a marble sculpture, a creation of the gods. Her black hair shone with vitality, thick and shaggy, floating around her neck like billowed clouds. The energy of her movements was subtle and vibrant, her every gesture imbued with sensuous promise. He noticed the way her red mouth pouted and kissed the air, as if invisible lips touched hers. And how black her eyes glimmered within the lunar pallor of her face! Shoulders, bony, sharp-angled. Arms, slender, graceful. Hands, buried in pockets, pressed tight against her slim hips, so close to . . .
There was an arm around that girl’s shoulders, and he felt vaguely disappointed, betrayed somehow. When his gaze naturally followed the length of that arm to determine what manner of man could possibly claim ownership to that goddess of beauty, he was shocked. It was Carl—his step-brother! The shock compounded in him when he realized that the goddess of beauty he had been ogling was in fact Melissa—his step-niece. Guilt and shame rained down . . .
Hugo’s step-brother, Carl, lived in San Francisco with his wife and daughter. Carl ran a successful real estate office and raked in the bucks, year after year. Carl was rich and healthy and happy, and so was his wife. Hugo had not seen Carl in over ten years.