“Just part of my charm,” said Franklin.
“Hey, baby,” said Franklin opening his arms to his daughter.
She gave him a hug and peck on the cheek.
“Hey, dad. Great party. Everyone is here.”
“Sure, there’s even—” started Franklin, but Jacine turned to me and flung her arms around my neck.
I stopped breathing.
“Uncle Tobias! I haven’t seen you forever.”
My brain scrambled, my cock twitched, and I had to stop this right now before I embarrassed us all. I have watched Jacine toddle her first steps, taught her how to ski, and sat with Franklin while he fretted when she went to prom.
How can I react like this to a girl that was supposed to be like a daughter? My stomach curdled, and I clutched my stomach.
“Are you okay, Uncle Tobias?” said Jacine with alarm.
Franklin glanced at me. “It’s probably heatstroke. Sit down, buddy.” He snapped his fingers at one the waiters circling the area. “Bring him a ginger ale.”
“No, Franklin. I think I should just go home.”
“Nonsense. Sit on the chaise. Jacine will look after you, won’t you, daughter?”
“Absolutely,” she said with concern in her voice.
She led me to the edge of the patio where a bank of pointy Cypress trees struggled valiantly to provide shade under the unforgiving California sun. Unseasonably hot at ninety-five degrees we were all sweating. Franklin had every reason to assume heat stroke hit me instead of the heat of my desire for his daughter. The waiter brought the ginger ale and I sucked it down.
“You should sit, Uncle Tobias.”
I wanted her to stop calling me “Uncle Tobias,” and look at me as a man, not a substitute father figure.
“I’m fine,” I said.
A party-goer called her name and she twisted. The sun hanging from behind the Cypress trees caught the curve of her breast and her blonde hair giving both an angelic glow.
My breath quickened and dear God, now I must sit on one of the chaise lounges.
She turned swiftly and glanced at me with concern. My traitorous cock twitches as I fight my rising need for her.
“Be right back,” Jacine said. And she pranced off as light on her feet as a woodland deer. I put my head in my hand. I should leave. Go home. Forget this nonsense.
But I don’t.
Jacine returned and sat on the chaise, her thighs touching mine, as wet and cold hit the back of my neck.
“There, Uncle Tobias. I got you an ice pack.”
Damn fuckingUncleTobias.
“Thank you, Princess.”
It was my nickname for her as she grew, because, damn it, she was a princess, with the looks and money to go with it. But more than that, I realize now she could command me to do anything.
And I’d do it, like when she was sixteen and crashed her father’s Jag. I confirmed what the police report said that she swerved to avoid hitting a deer. It was the only time I lied to Franklin, and he accepted my pronouncement as if I told him that the price of real estate was rising.
I’m all too aware that her thigh is pressing into mine, and her hand is on my neck, and her sexy scent wafts into my nostrils. Jacine is not a little girl but a grown woman and my heart speeds like a racehorse that just ran the Belmont. It is a damn good thing I’m sitting because my dick is stiff and beginning to throb. I shift my seat to cover my excitement and swallow hard.
