Therapy
[Howards’ Story]
Book III
By Allison Heather
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2011 Allison Heather
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Dedication and Warning
This book like my other books written and to be written are a silent homage to all those who have dared and would dare break taboos. I am struggling to do so myself...probably one day I would accomplish that and join the ranks of brave and wonderful. Until then, for me pen [keyboard] and imagination are two very strong tools.
The book contains strong adult theme and should be read by those who are open-minded and like challenging imaginations. Best Wishes and thanks for picking up [rather downloading] this book.
Happy Reading.
Allison Heather.
Feedback and suggestions are very welcome
Therapy
[Howards’ Story]
Book III
In this book uncle Mike arrives and takes his beautiful niece further into the hedonistic love that Jennifer is soon getting addicted to. Uncle Mike declares his long avowed love to Jennifer and she reciprocates. Uncle makes his niece agree to let his trusted steed Devil to join him to ravish the beautiful Jennifer.
Please enjoy. Book IV will be explosive- mother will join and family secrets will come tumbling out. Some surprises and lots of kinky loving action, beckons the readers. Prudes, faint of heart are forewarned.
Chapter 9
I saw Uncle Mike came rushing out of arrival doors. I was clutching grandpa’s shirt that I wore as a talisman, without meaning to, with one hand and waved the other frantically to attract uncle’s attention. Uncle Mike was an inch taller than grandpa at six feet nine inches. He was slimmer but built exactly like his father. His beautiful light brown eyes sparkled like grandpa’s did. His big broad handsome face smiled effortlessly like grandpa. His beautiful handsome nose made him a look more like a slightly younger grandpa. His dark curly hair was jet black unlike grandpa.
I had last met uncle two years ago. I always saw him as my loving giant uncle. I never saw him as a man he was. More importantly I never saw him from a perspective of a woman I had become or rather I always was without realising.
I saw my uncle as a man with new eyes of a passionate woman that grandpa had resurrected inside me. He was breath takingly handsome and beautiful at the same time. He exuded happiness and danger in equal measure.
Uncle hugged me in a bone-crushing embrace. It appeared as if I was engulfed inside a warm hard mountain. Uncle picked me up like little girl and kissed me. He hugged me tight to his chest and kissed me again.
He had not said a word but it appeared he had said many pleasant things to me. His presence had suddenly become as magical as grandpa’s had been for nearly a decade. I held his arm tight as I did when little whenever he took me to mall. We walked towards Cayenne. I suggested that uncle should drive; my hands were trembling not visibly but in my mind.
As I started to move towards the passenger side, uncle pulled me back and held me tight once again. Uncle just held me to his chest, really tight and kissed my hair and whispered releasing me slowly, “Sorry for that silly emotional outburst, Jenny. Hope I did not embarrass you?
I kissed his chest and shook my head in an emphatic no. I did not trust my voice and kept my face downcast to hide my eyes with a film of warm water.
Rosa was very jumpy and happy to see uncle Mike. She rose on her plump feet to be kissed by his employer. Uncle held Rosa up with his huge hands under her wide big plump ass and he kissed her forehead, “Rosa, you are more soft and full even in week I had been away. I might have to force you in some infidelity, if you keep on tempting me with your softness like this.”
“You mean fatter! Mr. young Howard,” Rosa put her hands on uncle’s hands encouraging him to feel her huge sexy bottom even longer.
“I mean soft and full, really very soft and very full, Rosa sweetie,” uncle Mike treated Rosa as if she were a young teenaged girl. She was six years older than uncle’s thirty-nine.
Rosa blushed and pushed uncle away with a coquettish pretend shove.
Uncle grabbed a piece of Rosa’s delicious pecan pie. I just watched this magnificent specimen of human species playing and horsing around like a boy and still managed to look more elegant than all the men in blue suits and Z series BMWs, Maseraties and Aston Martins I had the misfortune of dating.
Uncle excused himself politely, left us to freshen up and catch up with mail and other work stuff. I felt like a teen naive girl smitten by her older cousin brother who noticed her but she never becomes the centre of his attention. Rosa sighed as she watched uncle’s massive frame recede around the corner.
Rosa and I chatted about anything and everything. As I got up to go for shower and change for dinner Rosa held my hand, “Chiquitita, your uncle is best dealt with in forthright straight manner just like your grandpa, both are split images of each other.” I looked Rosa puzzled she ignore my confusions and changed the subject, “I am cooking your favourites today, little one.” She patted on my bottom and pushed me to leave kitchen.