Page 9 of Filthy Uncle To Go

I wish I could’ve spent more time with Jenna alone, but I didn’t want to get caught flirting in the kitchen by another family member. The brief moment we shared made me interested in getting to know more about her. I doubt she’ll reach out to me once she gets back to Marymount, but deep inside, I hope she does. She had to have felt the chemistry between us; I couldn’t have been the only one. Our eyes met more than once throughout the night, and each time they did, I could feel sparks flying in the air.

She makes me feel a way I’ve never felt before. I couldn’t stop smiling as she talked about the difference between sociology and anthropology. I love a woman with a mind. She’s got brains and beauty, a combination that drives my libido wild. Most of the women I’ve dealt with lacked intelligence and weren’t nearly as beautiful as Jenna. She’s one of a kind.

Am I wrong for being attracted? I’ve dated young women before, but I haven’t dated someone her age since I was in college myself. She may be young, but she’s still an adult nonetheless. The only real problem with pursuing her is the fact that she’s my niece. I doubt Michael and Leanne would be okay with me courting their daughter, even though there’s no blood relation between us.

Plus, it’s not like I’m some sicko who’s lusted after Jenna for her entire life. The feelings I have for her are all brand new. She’s the woman I’ve been searching for since Naomi passed away. I’m sure my late wife would’ve wanted me to move on by now, but I’m also sure she wouldn’t have wanted me to do so with her younger brother’s adopted daughter. Shit. What do I do?

As I lie in my cold bed all alone, I can’t help wishing Jenna was lying right here beside me. This is nuts! I shouldn’t feel this conflicted inside. Whenever I’m caught in a jam, there’s one person I can call who seems to have the answer to whatever problem I’m facing. I sit up and dig into my pocket, pulling my cell phone out. Scrolling through my contacts, I stop at Liam’s name and dial my confidant’s number.

“What’s up, bro?” Liam asks as he answers the phone, barely giving it time to ring.

“Hey, man. I need your advice on something,” I say.

“Sure, what is it?” he asks.

Like me, Liam is a successful businessman who has womanized a few chicks here in the city as well. It’s a long shot, but he might be able to relate to my current dilemma. I trust him enough to seek his advice, but I know I’ll have to withhold a few details. He’s my buddy, but if I tell him that I’m falling for my niece, he’ll probably think I’m some sick freak that needs psychiatric help.

“I kind of met someone at dinner tonight,” I say. He’s silent at first, but then I can hear him clapping on the other end.

“It’s about time, bro,” he says as he laughs. “I was starting to worry about you, my man.”

“I don’t see you tying the knot anytime soon,” I joke. The truth is, we’ve both had our fair share of women, and although they come a dime a dozen, neither of us can seem to find the woman of our dreams.

“I’m working on it. Some chick invited me to her family’s Thanksgiving dinner tonight, and I actually stayed the entire time,” he says.

“Wow, that’s a major stride for you!” I say.

“Yeah, I hated every damn second of it, but at least I stayed.”

“I applaud you,” I reply. I hear two flicks on the other end of the line, then the sound of Liam exhaling.

“I just got some really great Cuban cigars. You’ve gotta try one the next time you come over to play a game of poker,” he says. “Now, back to this girl. Tell me about her.”

“She’s gorgeous.” I pause. Gorgeous is an understatement. “She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I clarify.

“Wow. Even hotter than the blonde we met that crazy weekend we spent in Cabo?” He exhales again. “The one with the huge, perky tits?”

“Even hotter than the blonde in Cabo,” I say.

“So, what’s the problem?” he asks. I wish I could tell him, but I can’t, at least not about the fact that she’s my niece.

“She’s young,” I say.

“That’s it? I bang young chicks all of the time. It’s no big deal as long as they’re legal. Besides, I prefer the young ones. They’re not as jaded as women in their forties,” he explains.

Fuck. Jenna isn’t even old enough to drink yet; she’s only twenty. I scratch my head as I try to think of what to say. Should I tell my best buddy that the woman I’m obsessed with is little more than a teenager? My shoulders slump as I realize just how young the college sophomore really is.

“She’s far from jaded,” I finally say. “She’s pure and innocent.”

“That’s exactly how I like them. The less experience, the better. By the time women reach our age, they’ve dated and slept with just about every single guy here in New York City,” he says.

He’s right. Liam and I have even slept with some of the same chicks by mistake because it’s such a fucking carousel here in NYC. But Jenna isn’t that type of woman; I can tell she doesn’t sleep around. She’s just now coming into her own and has probably never had a boyfriend before. I wouldn’t have to worry about whether or not any of my buddies have sampled her because chances are, they’ve never met her before.

“Yeah, you’re right,” I agree.

“Wait, you said you met her at dinner tonight? Dinner with Naomi’s family?” he asks with concern in his voice. I hesitate before answering, feeling a bit ashamed.

“Yeah,” I reply.