She gave me a warm smile, then glanced over at Ms. Dykstra, who was already pulling up her tee-shirt and peeling off her gym shorts. I was certain the three of us could come up with several interesting positions, girl-on- girl-on-girl-wise.
“Then we'd better get started,” Miss Hellview said gently. “Hadn't we?”
CHAPTER 15
It was at 4:00 p.m., right after my last class that same day, the only one I'd attended, actually, when my father surprised me by showing up at the school to take me out to an early dinner.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he smiled when I walked into Miss Hellview's office, at her summons. It was a regular work day for him, I knew, but he was casually dressed in jeans. “I took the day off and was heading up to your Uncle Jack's cottage, when I realized how close your new school was. So I decided to stop.”
I gave him a puzzled look.
His younger brother, Jack, had a fantastic cottage over on Clear Lake, a long drive from our home. But it was also a long drive from my new school, so I knew my dad hadn't been going to the cottage when he'd simply realized I was nearby.
Obviously, he didn't want Miss Hellview to know he'd gone so far out of his way. Or for my mother to know, either. I was certain she had no idea my father had driven all the way up to see me.
My mom would have suspected the worst and killed us both!
It was fine with me, though. I really wanted to see him.
“That's great, Daddy,” I smiled back at him. “But you'll have to ask Miss Hellview's permission before I can leave the grounds. They're pretty strict about the rules around here.”
But Miss Hellview smiled as if I was her all-time favorite student, which after my afternoon with her and Ms. Dykstra (licking into both their slippery cunts like getting the last ice cream out of a cone), I'm sure I was.
I could also tell she was subtly studying my father, the man who'd supposedly paddled my bare little ass so hard I'd had an orgasm. He was extremely good-looking, after all. Then she looked back to me.
“Emily, we've already discussed it, your dad and I, and I think it's a good idea. We want our girls to stay in touch with their families.”
“That's so good to hear…”
“You look beautiful in that little uniform,” my dad said to me as we walked to the parking lot behind the main building. To my surprise, I immediately saw he hadn't come alone. “Your Uncle Jack's joining us for dinner,” he added.
As we walked up to my father's Lincoln Town Car, a huge black four-door vehicle with enough room inside for an entire family of six, my uncle got out of the passenger side.
“I love it!” I laughed, always glad to see my good-looking uncle. I'd had a crush on him forever. “Hey, Uncle Jack! I can't believe you came to see me.”
Tall and well-built, with blond hair and chiseled movie-star features, he was in his usual tight black tee-shirt and jeans. My father's younger brother by a year at 29, he'd been long divorced from his wife. But I knew he still spent a lot of time with his daughter, Kimberly, my cousin. She was the same age as me.
I even knew her younger cousin on the other side of the family, her mother's side, little Amy.
The reason I knew them both so well, of course, was because we all went to the same school together, St. Katherine's Academy. Or at least we did, until I got myself sent away to Miss Hellview's.
“You're still my favorite niece,” my Uncle Jack said. He gave me a big hug. Then he looked me up and down. “There's nothing like a little schoolgirl in uniform,” he said with a smile. “It's so…traditional.”
“I'm not that little,” I protested. “Ask my dad-I'm 11-years-old now. Just like your daughter.”
“I know,” he said, nodding. “You remind me a lot of Kimberly. Like a dark-haired version of her.”
I knew what he meant.
“People at school, my old school, said we looked like sisters instead of cousins,” I told him. “Except she's blonde. I guess we both have those same innocent-looking, little angel-type faces. Because we are. Innocent angels, I mean.”
And I gave him a look, so he'd know I was kidding. But he gave me sort of a knowing look back, which I wasn't exactly certain how to take.
“We were talking about you, on the way up,” he told me. “About you and Kimberly. You're a lot alike. She's developed into a beautiful young girl, even at only 11-years-old, but she's got some very grown-up… needs, so to speak.”
Which caused me to instantly look to my father.
My uncle's careful choice of words, mentioning his young daughter's needs, made it obvious what he meant. Sex. Sexual needs. Like mine, apparently.
“Daddy!” I said sharply. “What did you tell Uncle Jack about me!?”
I was shocked, deeply so, thinking he might have said something to my uncle about what we'd done together. The sex stuff. I'd assumed it would remain our secret for as long as we'd both live.
Or even longer. Like, forever.
Secrets, especially deep dark, really dark, secrets, are supposed to be secret.
“Let's discuss it in the car, sweetheart,” my dad smiled back at me, as if nothing in the world was wrong. “On the way to the restaurant.”
I held my ground for a long moment, looking from one to the other of them. They both had suddenly decided to play it innocent. And, all of a sudden, it was obvious to me they were up to something.
“Which restaurant?” I wanted to know. “There's only a little pizza place in town.”
“That'll be good,” my uncle nodded. “I love pizza.”
He then opened the front passenger door for me to slide in.
Whenever I'd traveled with my parents, as soon as I was old enough, I always rode up in the front seat with them, in the middle. There was more than enough room in the huge car for that, and my mother insisted it was more family-like.
“Go ahead,” my uncle said.
But when I just stood there, realizing I'd be sitting between my dad and my uncle this time on the wide bench seat (and with a pretty good idea why), he again motioned for me to get in front.
“It'll be fine,” he said.
“Won't it be crowded with us all in front?” I laughed. “Or is that the idea?”
Both my father and my uncle exchanged a guilty little look then, but I just laughed again and got into the car. I slid along the smooth leather bench seat, ending up between them when they got in.
“This is cozy,” I smiled, all little-girl sweetness and innocence. “Being wedged in between my two favorite men.”
I was sitting with my knees up and slightly apart, my plaid schoolgirl skirt riding up extra-high on my slender bare thighs, almost to my panties. With my uncle in the car, I expected my father to make me push my skirt back down for the sake of modesty. Or to at least comment on it.
“Put on your seatbelt, sweetheart,” my dad said instead, as he and my uncle each buckled up theirs. “We don't want an accident.”
Huh.
As my father started the car, I asked my uncle, “So, what kind of grown-up needs does Kimberly have?”
“Uncle Jack, I can't believe it!” I said, genuinely shocked. “You're fucking your own daughter?”
The dirty-language-line had been crossed in the car only moments before, when my favorite uncle used exactly that word, fucking, to describe his current relationship with his 11-year-old blonde daughter, Kimberly. And with his apparently oversexed little 9-year-old niece, Amy.
I'd known Kimberly my whole life, and her younger cousin Amy as well, but neither of them had ever mentioned the wild sexual things happening in their lives with my Uncle Jack. And I was a relative, after all, not just
