And the Winner is…

And The Winner Is

Man, I am wiped out. Eight cities in seven days. A rock star concert schedule. I wish we were that exciting. Pitching our new IT product to our top revenue generating customers should not be so exciting. But it was. They loved it! Lindsey was awesome as my pitch person. Didn’t hurt that she is a former Miss America finalist. Great looks and smarts. My best hire ever.

She and I overloaded on ‘free’ drinks in first class. She fell asleep halfway into the 3 hour flight. I silently admired her. She was so beautiful but so happily married to a professional hockey player. In Detroit, I tried the first night of our trip to kindle interest from her. Didn’t work. Thank God, she didn’t report me to HR. Even a CEO is not immune to sexual harassment complaints.

I pulled out my laptop. Great Wi-Fi on this airline. My inbox flooded with all the normal production system updates, project updates and personnel issues. It was early the next day for India, so traffic was low, but will build soon. I scanned the inbox based on subject, seeking anything that needed my approval or action. I spotted an email from my brother sent 5 minutes ago. Very unusual. I opened it up.

***

Hey Mike,

I hope you pick this up before you land in LA. I need your help. I am worried about Tara. I haven’t heard from her. Calls, texts, emails – nothing, no response. No posting on social media. That is so unlike her. Could you check on her if she doesn’t respond to your calls or texts? If not, I will call Malibu police for a health check.

Please help, Linda and I are very worried.

George

***

I quickly responded.

George,

No problem. I will head straight to her. We land in 30 minutes. 30 to get my car. 45 from LAX to her house. Will that work?

Mike

***

Yeah, I prefer you checking on her first.

Thanks bro.

***

I agree with my brother. This is so unusual for Tara. She is an actress that is meticulous in maintaining her social media presence. She was nominated for Best Supporting Actress, both Golden Globe and Academy Awards. I was there two weeks ago when she lost at Golden Globes. Her Dad was stuck in Zurich working on his next project, so I attended with Tara. George told me that she didn’t have a friend she wanted to ask, and she abhorred the idea of being setup with some celebrity.

She was devastated. The bigger name won, even though many thought Tara deserved it.

‘Maybe next time’ I told her and was met with a cold stare. Stupid me.

The landing jolted Lindsey awake.

‘Mike, how long was I sleeping?’

‘An hour. While you were sleeping…’

‘OK Mike, what’s up?’

‘I have to check on my niece after we land. Can you join me? Or can you Uber home?’

‘I can meet Tara? Of course, I can join you! I love her acting. She should have won the Golden Globe for her performance. Maybe she will win the Oscar. She is great! She was a Miss America finalist the year before me. Idiots!’

‘Slow down Lindsey, something is going on. Her Dad is worried because Tara has gone radio silent.’

‘Got it. Yeah, I follow her and haven’t seen a post in a couple of days. She is so attractive.’

Even though Lindsey was married, she made it clear that she was still pansexual. I don’t think she ever cheated on Evan, but if she did in the future, I hope it would be with me.

Thinking back, Tara’s reaction to losing was gracious for the media but crushing when I drove her home. She cried all the way. My attempts to console her were fruitless. I ran out of contrite sayings and gave up.

She fumbled with her keys, I steadied her hand to open the door.

I walked her into her Malibu home. I am always impressed with the interior decoration of her home. I could hear the waves breaking on the beach. It was a fabulous home. An MDL LA that made TV. The powerhouse realtors with Tara. It was the highest rated show of all time.

‘Thanks Uncle Mike. I got it from here.’

She gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. That was my last memory of her. I was concerned, but not overly. Losing an award is something you need to digest on your own.

***

So glad we were in first class, deplaning happened quickly. Thank God. I am so worried about Tara.

Picked up our rental and headed to Malibu. I called and texted Tara, no response. We need to hurry, I have a bad feeling about this.

‘Mike, what is going on? You seem so concerned about Tara.’

‘She was mess when I drove her home after the awards. Not like her.’

‘I totally understand. When I came in second on Miss America, I was gracious on camera, but afterwards, I fell apart. Losing that and an Golden Globe too, I…I …’

She started crying. I put my arm around her to console.

‘Mike, let me lead the conversation with Tara. I can relate to her.’

‘Let’s see where it goes. I will start things up. You can jump in later.’

***

I rang the doorbell and rapped on the door. Nothing. Tried again. This time, I heard the locks open,

‘Uncle Mike! What are you doing here?’

‘Lindsey and I just completed an eight city tour. Let’s celebrate!’

She bought it.

‘Come on in.’

She must have been in the shower. A towel wrapped around her hair, a short bathrobe closed by one hand. Beautiful no matter how she is dressed.

Lindsey gave her a big hug. The result, Tara’s bathrobe splayed open, breasts and shaved pussy on full display. What a body! A taboo tingle in my private parts.

Lindsey said, ‘I am so sorry Tara!’

Lindsey pulled the bathrobe closed after a quick examination of Tara’s body. Show is over.

***

In the movie, Tara had a steamy sex scene with the lead actor. The most the camera revealed were her breasts. To say the least I was stimulated by seeing my niece sort of naked having movie sex with the actor. My girlfriend and I watched the movie together. She noticed my reaction.

‘Mike, are you getting hard watching your niece?’

She reached over to touch my growing erection.

‘Well, … of course. And you?’ I replied.

‘Oh yeah, let’s go to the bedroom!’

Not many people knew I was dating the CEO of my biggest competitor. I didn’t think anything of it. In bed, she would suck on my balls. In business, she would cut them off to win a deal.

***

Tara seemed OK. No signs of the concerns that George had.

‘Drinks?’

Lindsey and I nodded. Probably shouldn’t after all the airplane drinking. What the heck, we were celebrating as we told Tara.

Tara headed to the wine cooler. She bent over to pull a bottle from the bottom. Her robe rode up exposing her taut, rounded cheeks. Lindsey was staring as intently as me. When she stood up, she didn’t have a free hand. The robe slipped open again. Another show. She opened the bottle and poured three large wine glasses emptying the bottle. With her robe wide open, she brought the glasses to us. My oh my. I now had a close up of her labia and the hooded clit. I was mesmerized.

‘Uncle Mike?’

She was handing me the glass. I hadn’t noticed. Lindsey had her glass.

‘Oh, sorry.’ I took the glass, she pulled the robe together again. Man, I was getting hard over my niece — again. In her business, you can’t be modest.

She grabbed her glass and sat down across from couch Lindsey, and I occupied. Legs crossed, robe riding up high on her thigh. I need to get my mind off of her and the fantasies rolling through my brain.

‘Tara, I follow you on social media. I haven’t seen anything from you in the last few days. What’s going on?’ Lindsey asked.

‘Yeah, it’s crazy. The last mudslide took out the cell tower. I can’t get a signal. Plus, it wiped out the local telco station, so no landline and Internet either. Power was out, I couldn’t get my car out of the garage. I tired to lift the door, but is was too heavy. I feel like I was in the dark ages. I am thinking of signing up for that satellite service the rocket guy is putting in place. At least as a backup.’

‘Gosh, that is awful. If that happened at one of my data centers, it would be a disaster. When will service be restored?’

‘Supposed to be today. Check your phone.’

‘Looks like cell service is back, 4 bars.’

‘Great! I need my phone.’

She stood up and once again a free show. This was driving me crazy. I need to stop thinking about having sex with my niece. Was she doing this on purpose? If so, was the show for me or Lindsey. Does she know about Lindsey’s sexual orientation? How could she?

She left the room. Lindsey placed her hand on my thigh, so close to my erection. I hope she looks at it, no I hope she doesn’t look at it. She leaned into me and whispered.

‘What a body. I know I shouldn’t, but I am getting excited. Is she doing all this on purpose?’

‘You told me once, that models, actors, beautiful people in general have little modesty. They are used to being naked around people, even strangers. I guess we are observing that right now. It is probably not meant to be sexual.’

‘Well, we will see.’

What did she mean by that?

I sent a text to her Dad, ‘Tara is fine. Lost cell and Internet due to the massive mudslide in Malibu. She is well.’

He responded immediately, ‘Thanks Mike, you’re the best.’

Tara was back. She had slipped on shorts and a t-shirt. Shows are over.

‘I have five hundred texts, a boatload of emails and an overwhelming number of social media notifications. This will take some time.’

She put her phone down. Moved to the cooler and pulled out another bottle. We drained that one quicker than the last. After the last bottle, I was feeling so good, but not good enough to drive.

‘I need to head home, but I don’t think I should drive. Lindsey, can you drive?’

Before she could answer Tara jumped in.

‘Neither of you are in shape to drive. Why don’t you spend the night to be safe. You two can have the spare bedroom.’

Even though her home cost millions, it had just two bedrooms. Big bedrooms, ensuite bathrooms but just two.

‘Tara, Lindsey and I have nothing going on so I appreciate the offer, but I can’t sleep with her.’

Even though I would love to do that. Hockey players are good fighters.

Lindsey volunteered, ‘Tara, can I share your bed? Your Uncle can have the other bedroom.’

Lindsey had something in mind I believe.

‘I am fine with that. Uncle Mike?’

‘Yes, makes sense. I can get the suitcases out of the car.’