EroticReverie

Holly

I hold my breath because it’s been three years since we’ve all seen him and now he was out of jail and home for the holidays. I’m sitting in a white knee length dress with short capped sleeves ,with a lace overlay and a red satin bow at the back. The heart shaped neck line is still modest while also showing off a little bit of cleavage. 

I swallow on the air stuck in my throat as he walks into the banquet hall my parents rented for their first holiday party of the season. Lots of family and close friends fill the giant room. Drinking , talking, laughing and some dancing. 

Before he’d been sent to jail, Nicholas and I….well….we’d been just on the edge of probably making some very bad decisions. A week before he was arrested I’d been at his house, his hand slipping up my dress before his girlfriend had made a surprise arrival to his place. Then a week later, the uncle of had shameful feelings towards was put away for something and I still wasn’t sure what. All I know is our family had a disgusting amount of money and that his sentence was cut quite generously. I don’t know who they paid off. But all I knew what his time went from twenty years to five. And now he was out two years early for “good behavior”. 

The Martenelli men were not ever good. 

My uncle Nicholas was thirty six now. Still six foot four, still had dark slicked back hair that was short on the sides and longer on top , and the scruff on his face that I remember brushing my cheek as his hand had slid up my dress that day. His eyes were still my favorite shade of blue and his teeth were still impossibly straight and shining white against his olive skin. He was still fucking heart stopping and still the most attractive man I’ve ever known or seen. 

I watch as our family greets him in surprise. We were all told he wouldn’t be home until much closer to Christmas. But here he was , making my grandmother curse at him in Italian for not telling her the truth. I watch as she holds her hands on his face as he bends down to allow my short plump grandmother to shower him with kiss after kiss on his cheek. 

My grandmother Mirella met my grandfather Gio. Each of them already having three kids of their own. Gio was my father Don, and my uncle Lou’s and aunt Christina’s father. Mirella was mother to my uncle  Anthony, aunt Maria, and…gods gift to this earth Nicholas. And since they were all pretty much raised by my grandfather Gio, their last names were the same as mine. 

I watch as Nicolas hugs each and every person that comes to him. Giving polite kisses on the cheeks to the older women and my other cousins and he gets hugs and pats on the back from the men. 

I rub my legs together. Twenty years old and sitting here like a pervert trying to ignore the way my thigh burns where his hand touched it three years ago and the ache he’d put between my legs that day , blossoms back to life. 

It’s minutes before his eyes start to look beyond the people crowding him like he’s a celebrity. Minutes before his eyes catch on mine and I feel my cheeks heat and my heart skip an embarrassing amount of beats as I watch his lips part and give me a smile that makes me wonder if he remembers the promise I made him.  That I’d wait. That I’d save myself…for him. Because, I hadn’t. I’d told myself having a crush on my uncle, one in jail too boot, wasn’t really a healthy way to live. So I’d found a boyfriend my own age who is currently placing a hand on my shoulder as he sits at the chair behind me and leaning in to ask me who the guy is that everyone is greeting. I see the smile on Nicks face falter and his bright blue eyes, I can see them turn dark from all the way across the room. 

He turns his gaze to my aunt and answers whatever question she’s asking as I reply to my boyfriend Alex. 

“My uncle Nicholas.”