Dorsai - My Naked Niece

She closed the gap I'd created between us, prompting me to open it again; that was immediately followed by her closing it, me moving away, her moving closer… it ended when I was faced with either falling out of bed or actually getting out of it. Since I habitually slept nude, that seemed like a poor choice, under those circumstances. That left me with no choice but to lay there and feel her warm body next to mine.

Satisfied that I wasn't going to get away from her, Emma finally got around to answering my question by telling me "What I'm doing is making sure I have your attention, because there's something special I need to ask you."

"Emma, you know that I always pay attention when there's something you want to tell me or ask. What could you possibly have to ask me that's so special you have to get into bed with me like this?"

"I want to ask if you'll agree to being the one I give my virginity to."

Stunned, it was several seconds before I could say the first thing that came to mind, which was something I'd heard her say: "That is so not gonna happen!"

I heard a brief, soft laugh before she said "Before you say that, will you listen to what I have to say to you? I've heard you tell Mom and Daddy that you think people should have the chance to explain themselves when they want somebody to do something; aren't you going to give me that chance?"

Mouth, meet foot. Foot, mouth. Sighing at being hoisted on my own petard, I told her "Okay, go ahead, then. Let's see if you can convince me I should be going to bed with my own fourteen-year-old niece. If you can't, will you go back to your own bed and leave me in peace?"

" If I can't, yeah, I will", she answered.

After taking a few seconds to apparently organize her thoughts, she began by telling me "The first thing you should know is that I'm not wanting to stop being a virgin for any reason except that I think I'm ready. I've heard other girls talking about having sex, but Mom and Daddy… and even you… you've helped me learn that I should only do something because it's right for me, not because everybody else is doing it. I mean, I was wondering what sex was like even before my last birthday, but I knew I wasn't ready to find out yet, so I waited. Whenever I started feeling like I wanted to start having sex, I'd stop and really think about it-what I'd be doing, and with who, and why, and all of that; and then I'd think about if that was really what I wanted right then. Every time I did that, I realized that I wasn't really ready yet. It wasn't until I could honestly tell myself 'that's okay' if it hurt real bad when I lost my cherry, or that I might not like how it felt the first time or even the first few times, and that I really could accept that once I gave someone my virginity, I couldn't get it back again, and all the rest of it, that I knew I was ready for the just-sex part of it."

Taking a breath, she went on "From the things Mom told me, and the things that she and Daddy have said… I knew that being with someone like that should be special. That was even harder for me than the other, because I had to think about what I wanted and why, and then really look at what people I knew were like so I could try to figure out if they were someone I was willing to give myself to that way. I knew I didn't want somebody that would tell everyone what we did, or that didn't understand that my first time was something special to me, or wouldn't treat me right, or any of that kind of stuff. I wanted to make sure that it would be as important to the other person as it was to me, basically. I'm telling you this so you know that I'm not just wanting my virginity to go away so I can start having sex; I need you to understand that being with a guy like that IS something special, okay?"

A couple of seconds went by before she told me "Once I was absolutely, positively sure that I was ready, I actually went to Mom and talked to her about it. I wanted her to know that I wasn't doing it 'cause I was with some guy and got too worked up or anything like that, and to see if she really could understand like she told me she could. I was really nervous about it-talking to her, I mean, not what I wanted to do-and I was really surprised when she told me that it was up to me to decide when I was ready, and to make sure first. I couldn't believe it when she asked me if I'd thought about birth control! I had, and I even found out what I could about it; I knew which one I wanted to use, but I never figured I could get it. Except that when I told Mom about it, she said she'd find out from her doctor-you know, her gynecologist-what they could do that would be best. She did, and after I went in for an exam, I started taking pills. They made me feel a little different when I first started, but everything was okay after that, so the chance of me getting pregnant are about as small as they can be. So now you know that I even thought about that part of it, too."

She finished by telling me "So there it is: I'm sure this is what I want to do. I can't get pregnant, and Mom knows I'm going to, and she's okay with it. And so you don't have to ask, I'm very sure that I want it to be with you, 'cause I already love you and know you love me and would treat me right. I obviously can't know if it's going to hurt or not, but if it's going to, I know I can trust you to make it hurt as little as it can. If there's something you want to know that I didn't talk about, just say so and I'll tell you."

Having said her piece, she somehow managed to wriggle herself a little closer to me so that nearly the entire length of her body was against mine with her breasts pressed against my arm and her bush tickling my hip.

I like to think that if I'd only had to deal with either her oral argument or the feel of her body against mine (which conjured up images of how she'd looked laying on the floor, dammit), I could have found the resolve to send her back to her room. The thing was, to my Engineering mind, she'd actually done a decent job of eliminating any major reasons why it couldn't happen. I suppose I could have tried to find reasons it couldn't, but the distraction of having her right there next to me made that all but impossible. The best I could come up with was to ask her "What about Becky? Should you be here when she's in there? What happens if she wakes up?"

Emma put an arm on my chest and draped her leg across mine before answering "She's already awake, and knows I'm in here-and why. She's almost ready for her first time with a guy, too, so she's staying the night in case there's anything I need afterwards. She'll stay in there until morning unless I go get her for something. She's my best friend, and she knows stuff that I've never even told Mom or Daddy, so I know she'd say even less about it than I would… which is zero. Nobody's going to know that you had sex with me unless you tell them."

After that, she demonstrated her good sense by remaining quiet while I tried to find some way out of the situation other than plain and simple refusal-something I simply couldn't bring myself to do, try as I might. After a few minutes, I finally had to face the fact that it was either tell her "no" in a way that I'd never done before, or give in to her request. It may well have been (probably was, actually) my gonads overloading my brain, but I heard myself tell her "Okay, Em, if you're sure enough to climb into bed with me, I guess it'll be okay."

I heard her release a soft sigh of relief before she slid over a little bit and told me "Why don't you move over here, then. I know you can't be comfortable when you're all but falling out of bed like that."

Having already surrendered, I did as instructed, and shifted myself close to her. Taking the bull by the tail, I looked squarely into my future as I told her "You said you had to figure out what YOU wanted from all this, so now's a good time for you to tell me."