Ere*tion.

I reached for my drink, telling myself I would look no more, and as I did, she moved up a little. Of course, I looked again. Her movement had pulled her shirt just a little higher. I could now see the leg band of her panties. Her whole leg was now on display for me to look at. Wow! The skin looked so smooth, her thighs so nicely shaped I just wanted to reach down and caress it. I leaned over and took another drink. Big mistake! That pulled her shirt up even farther. I could now see 1/4 of her little panties, and it seemed like they were covering a very nice ass. I could just see the curve of the bottom of her butt cheek, and she had a much more pronounced apple ass than I had ever noticed before. Her panties were white cotton with little blue polka dots. Might have been the cutest sight I had ever seen.

I had totally given up even the act of watching our movie and was completely staring at my 18-year-old niece's perky ass. Man, I realized I had a chubby start. I leaned away from her one more time even though my drink was now empty. She rolled a little more onto her stomach, giving me a fantastic view of one whole cheek and a generous helping of butt crack too. I was trying so hard to stop looking, but the sight was just too amazing. I'm just looking. I figured, I'm not touching. No harm, right?

Well, by this time, I was rock hard, and it was really starting to hurt. Right about the time I thought I should get up and go to the kitchen till I could cool off a bit, Dahlia once again changed position. This time she moved her head around right on top of my crotch.

"What is in here?" she asked, reaching under the pillow. "It's poking my ear."

"Oh Sweetie Don't!" I shouted. But it was too late. She had reached under to move whatever was bothering her and grabbed a handful of her uncle's erection.

"Oh my god! "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she yelled to herself. "Ummmm, Was that what I thought it was?"

I was too mortified to think straight. "Let's just finish this stupid movie and forget about it." I sort of snapped at her.

She sat up and moved to her side of the couch, holding her pillow in front of her like a shield. "Oh man!" I thought. "I have screwed things up really badly!"

The movie ended about 15 minutes later. I don't think I even heard or saw a bit of it. When a movie ends, we usually start talking as the credits roll. This time we sat there till the credits ended in total silence. "Well, screw it! "Guess I'll just get drunk since I've probably lost my niece and my friend all with one erection," I thought to myself. I got up and stalked to the kitchen and made my drink a double. When I came out, Dahlia hadn't moved a muscle. I figured she hated me and was disgusted in equal amounts. So when she spoke, I was more than a little confused.

" I'm sorry, Uncle Amias. "I am SOOO sorry." Her voice was soft and sounded like she was fighting back tears.

"What? Dahlia, you did nothing wrong! It was all my fault. Why are you apologizing?"

"Because I touched your... thing, and now you are mad at me."

"Oh Sweetie! That was not your fault, and I'm not mad at you. I was mad at myself and ashamed of myself."

"Why?" she asked me, sitting up and finally looking at me. My turn to look away now.

"Because of the... condition I was in" I answered lamely.

There was perhaps 1 minute of silence when she finally asked "why was it hard?"

Great! Not the conversation I needed while drinking. "Well Dahlia... When a man gets aroused, his, um, penis enlarges and..."

"Not that!" she shouted out sarcastically and condescendingly like only a young adult can. "My mom had "The Talk" with me, and we learned about it in health last semester. Plus I do have friends, you know? Who has had sex before and the males have erections? I mean, why was yours hard? "We were watching a lame kid’s movie."

I have always talked to her like an adult, and I have made a point to never lie to her, so I decided I wouldn't start now. " I don't know if it was the drinks or maybe just that I haven't dated much recently but... I... Well... Ok, I'm not going to blame anything but just plain me. We were sitting here ….. And your t-shirt had pulled up... and I had never noticed how nice your legs are... and I could kind of see your panties... and a little of your butt...and I wasn't meaning to look...and I would never touch you inappropriately or anything...and I didn't mean to think about it... but. "I'm sorry." I stammered out like a nervous boy.

She was really quiet and looked about to run away. "You mean you were looking at me when that happened?" she asked quietly and kind of hesitantly. "It was like that because of me?"

" Dahlia, I am sooo sorry! It will never happen again! I won't do anything like this ever again. Please don't be mad at me……. "I don't know how to make this better between us, but I feel horrible." I was near tears. I felt so guilty. We both sat there looking at the blank T.V. screen for quite some time. I figured she was deciding whether or not to call her mom to pick her up or call the cops on her perverted uncle. She said something so quiet I didn't even hear her. "What D…..?"

In a quiet, shy voice she had never used with me before, she said almost into her pillow, "I said... you can look at me some more if you want to."

I almost fell off the couch! There is no way that she actually just said that. "Why would you say that?" I asked.

"Well, when you said that you got a... well you know, because of looking at me, it made me feel kind of special. Pretty I guess. It felt good to know you liked seeing me that way."

"Honey" I said. "You don't have to let me look at you like an old perv for me to tell you how pretty you are."

"But you had never looked at me that way before you saw my panties... I want you to look at me and see what you think."

By this time, she was having a hard time looking at me. Her face was pink from blushing, and I could see her hands trembling. She stood up from the couch and walked in front of the now blank T.V. I knew I better put a stop to this before it got out of hand. "Dahlia! You don't have to do this. I think you are a very pretty girl."

"I know I don't have to do this. You would never let me do anything like this. "I trust you, Uncle Amias. "I want to do this." She looked at me for a moment, as if she was looking for a response. "Do you want to look at me?"

I was stunned I knew I should say no, but all I did was look at her and nod my head.