Broken Little Thing by DarksX
“I know it would be wrong… But if nobody else knew about it… I mean, you’ve always done so much for me… You’re the person I like the most in the whole world. If you like watching me…” Even before I could say anything, Ava was half sitting, half lying back on the couch just as she was before, her legs bent and slightly spread. , Broken Little Thing
“I could ask Mom to let me come live with you after they get married, you know,” Ava said while sitting sideways on the oversized couch I had in front of my TV. The young teen girl woke up late, had a bowl of cereal for breakfast, then came to the living room to make me company while she checked her homework for the weekend on her tablet.
I sat at the comfy recliner chair to the right side of the large TV room, perpendicular to where she sat, and I watched a Formula 1 race. My week had been busy with a mix of work at the company, extra workout sessions at the gym, and many other things I had to do to clear my schedule and have time free for my niece. So, since she got there, I enjoyed as much of my free time as I could. Not even her sudden proposal was able to get me out of the calm, lazy zone I gladly found myself in.
“Your mom says she is only getting married again after you turn eighteen. That is what? Four years from now? By that time, you’ll be going to college,” I just made conversation. Even though I knew that was highly improbable to happen, I wouldn’t oppose the idea at all, as I very much enjoyed spending time with her. I never had kids, never wanted any. Damn, I wasn’t even married. Having Ava there was almost like having a daughter, but better. She was bright, sweet, obedient, and very, very mature—a kid who was forced to grow up too fast.
“Three years and ten months, but that’s true. I hope I can move out way before that, though. I can’t stand my mom or her boyfriend anymore.”
It seemed like we were having the same old conversation, me telling her mother did the best she could after my brother had bailed on them, showing up once a year, sometimes, to let us know he was alive and then disappear from our lives again. That altogether was a lie, as I knew her mother was a mess, too. Ava was staying with me for two weeks as her mom had decided to travel to Florida. She wanted to have some fun with her new boyfriend in the middle of a pandemic, not caring about her work as a bartender, just leaving her daughter with her well-off brother-in-law. The young girl had asked to stay behind so she wouldn’t have to quarantine and lose even more of her already troubled first year of high school, and there was no way I would say no to anything she asked me, especially something like that.
We didn’t follow up with the conversation, though. We didn’t talk anymore because something had caught my eye before that happened. Her shorts were too big for her, intentionally, as to make them extra comfortable. If she were in any other position, that would have been fine, but from that angle, I could clearly see that Ava didn’t have panties on. I was absolutely entranced by what I saw for a good two minutes before I snapped back to reality and decided to do the right thing. That, or I would end up doing something I would regret very much later.
“Ava, you know I love you as if you were my own daughter, right?” While trying my best to keep looking her in the eyes, I tried to let go of all of the wicked fantasies forming inside my brain.
She looked up from the tablet screen, her brown eyes big and her expressive eyebrows high from my sudden display of affection. Her full cheeks burned red, and a shy, cute smile appeared on her lips.
“Y-Yes, I do.” She said, putting the tablet down on her lap, “I can’t say I love you like you were my own dad because that would be an understatement,” she went on with a chuckle, “You’re way cooler.”
“Thank you,” I said, laughing at my own brother’s expense and stopping there, as I didn’t want to bring back any of the bad memories she had of her father. “So, I’ll tell you this with both our best interests in mind, and I hope you understand my intention is not to make you ashamed or anything…” I continued with what was yet another partial lie on my part. I wanted to see her reaction when I said what I was about to say as, from where I sat, I could perfectly see the puffy, nubile mounds of her young pussy showing from under the loose legs of her pajama shorts.
“Humm… Ok… I’m listening,” Ava said, looking concerned, her little but full-lipped mouth not completely closed, her two big front teeth showing in a way that always made her look so adorable.
“You know you can feel as comfortable here as you were in your own house, and that will never change. But, there are some parts of you that it’s better if I don’t see, as even though I’m your uncle, I’m still a man…”
“Uhh?” She squinted a bit as if trying to understand what I said, her legs still bent and partially open.
She wore nothing more than a t-shirt and light grey flannel shorts that, at that position, were very revealing. And, obviously to me now, even though I had never noticed this before, panties weren’t part of her sleeping clothes. I could even see the few pubic hairs she had there. I wouldn’t be able to express with words how hard it was for me to stop looking, how much of my willpower I had to muster to be able to do the next best thing other than just stop looking and letting her be.
“Sweetheart, I can see your… Down there,” I said with a hint of a smile on my lips.
Ava instantly covered herself with her tiny hands, letting her tablet fall to the carpeted floor. Her eyes grew even bigger, her cheeks redder, and she looked at me, not knowing what to say.
“I’m sorry, baby girl, it was very wrong of me to point it out like that…” I started saying, and she spoke with me.
“I’m sorry! It wasn’t on purpose, I’m sorry!” She blurted out as though she could die from the shame, sitting up with her legs folded under her.
“You don’t need to be sorry, sweetheart. If anything, it is my fault, as I couldn’t stop looking.” I honestly answered after noticing how hard she got what I had said, feeling utterly ashamed.
Ava looked down. Her wavy and long brown hair with some natural highlights was almost a curtain over her cute face. We stayed in silence for a while until I spoke again, the sound of the race cars blaring throughout the room, “Again, I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
Ava took in a big gulp of air, “It’s ok,” she barely whispered. She didn’t reach for her tablet, just kept her head down, looking anywhere other than to my face. I turned down the volume on the TV in case she wanted to say anything else, and I would do anything in my power to make things right after putting her through such embarrassment. After all, it was all my fault, not hers. Any normal uncle would have just looked away and then told her to dress appropriately, not stare at her for a couple minutes while fantasizing about pinning her against the couch and fucking her.
“Uncle Allen…” she said in a low tone.