Uncle Frank, Pauline, Sex, and Me
Copyright© 2024 by Fatbastard
Chapter 26: June – July 1962
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 26: June – July 1962 - Coming of Age in 1960s New Zealand. My father's much younger brother guided and mentored me from early adolescence through my teenage years and a series of girlfriends. While each story can stand alone, readers will get most out of this series if they read chronologically starting with Andrea, and progressing through Bronwyn and Robyn to my adventures with Pauline
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Farming School Vignettes First Oral Sex Petting
I climbed in beside Sandra in the morning. She had a headache, and her ankle was very sore, but we cuddled until Della brought her breakfast in, and I got up and ate with Johnny and Della. They were grateful for the way I had taken charge and made sure Sandra was warm and fed and comfortable before I set out to get help. I was still wondering about the wounded deer, but Johnny was very clear.
“I don’t want you going back to try to find it. It’s dead by now, lying down in cover, and even if you can find it, I’m not keen to spend half a day wondering whether you’ve taken a tumble and hurt yourself, how long to wait before calling the cops, and what to tell Search and Rescue.” He shook his head, and for a few seconds, looked quite sad. “I’ve never let Sandra go in by herself since I buggered my own ankle. I miss it!”
I had planned to spend the morning with Sandra, and go back to the Henley farm for lunch, but she needed to sleep, so I said my (temporary) goodbyes, and drove back in the mid-morning for tea, scones and Euchre with Grandma June. We saved the ‘blow by blow’ she wanted until Bruce and Robert came in for lunch. They listened intently and nodded occasionally, but made no comment.
I went back to the Morrows in the mid-afternoon. Della had let Sandra sleep most of the morning, but then made her get up and start learning to manage ordinary living on crutches. She was struggling, and used my arrival as an excuse for a ‘bit of a lie down’. I went along with that plan, and we retreated to her room.
“This bed is too small for the two of us plus my cast, so you’ll be back in the spare room tonight. Let’s make the most of now!”
We had no trouble finding a comfortable position for kissing, and we did that for a while. It was a bit harder to pleasure Sandra with my fingers, since she was a lot more sensitive inside her vagina than in places that were easier to reach, and her ankle was still sore, and sorer still when her legs were in some positions. But we managed, and she came a couple of times.
“I’ve been wanting to have you in me since you checked my pupils.”
We disentangled ourselves gingerly so I could slip in a tablet and put on a condom. We were both very ready to go for it, and we were both hoping for ‘deep and meaningful’, but we couldn’t find a comfortable position to even get started. Sandra winced when I tried to slot my knob, and winced again when I stopped trying and pulled back.
“This isn’t working. Let’s just cuddle some more!”
“But you haven’t spurted. Won’t you get blue balls?”
“No. It’s okay. I’ve never had a problem.”
“The girls at school talk about it sometimes, don’t guys get sore nuts if they stay excited for a long time but don’t get off?”
“I think that’s a story guys put out to try and persuade girls to jack them off or suck them or whatever.”
“I like sucking you!”
“I like being sucked, but not when it’s going to make your ankle sore.”
We cuddled until Della called us for tea, and insisted that Sandra get properly dressed and use her crutches to come to the table. Sandra did as her mother demanded, but let Della know she could do with a bit more sympathy. “You’re my Mum, but I got more sympathy from the Search and Rescue guys!”
Johnny laughed. “If you want sympathy, don’t be the child of a doctor, or a nurse, or marry one. Choose a tax inspector or a prison warder for a parent or a mate!”
Della evidently felt defensive. “She doesn’t need sympathy right now; she needs to use our support to master her crutches before she goes back to school on Monday.”
I took a little risk. “How about you stay on her case, and I provide the sympathy?” I looked over to Sandra. “Poor darling!”
Sandra wasn’t sure whether I was taking the piss. She gave me something pretty close to a dirty look. “You’re a smartarse.”
“Yup – and you’re a treasure who needs to learn to manage her situation, however hard-hearted your mum seems, and however much you want to just blob out.”
Sandra seemed somewhat mollified. “I wonder how school will be with a cast. I’ll have to wrap it in clingfilm before I shower.” She gave Della a questioning look. “We could maybe try that before tea If we’re quick.”
“I can hold the meal for ten minutes. Go for it!”
We did. The wrapping wasn’t too hard, once Sandra accepted that she couldn’t do it on her own, and the showering wasn’t hard either, though it wasn’t long before I was, and Sandra lathered up my junk and stroked me to bring me off very quickly. When we sat down for our meal, Della made a joke about Sandra finding a ‘special friend’ to shower with at school, and for a few seconds I wondered how that would go down.
She didn’t turn a hair. “That might be interesting! I can think of a couple of girls in my year who might be starters!” She grinned at Johnny. “Don’t worry – I don’t tell you everything!”
“Good!”
Conversation during the rest of the meal centred on the change of plans Sandra’s situation required, since she was going to need ‘door to door’ transport to school next day. I almost offered to take her, but then I considered my own situation and the homework I hadn’t done, and I stayed silent while the Morrows worked out the logistics of taking Sandra back to school and doing a ‘town run’ for farm and personal shopping.
Sandra was excused cleanup and dishes, so Johhny and me were in the kitchen. He glanced towards the living room where Sandra and Della were discussing the practical difficulties she might face at school, and kept his voice low. “You’re both very young, but you’ve obviously had lots more experience with relationships than she has.”
The unspoken ‘and’ hung in the air. I Hmmed, and eventually Johnny went on. “She’s always been a very sensible and practical girl, and since she met you, she seems to be taking school more seriously.” The ‘and’ was still there – or perhaps it was a ‘but’, so I Hmmed again. “We both trust that you will keep treating her well, even if the romantic relationship doesn’t last, and we hope you will keep encouraging her to make the most of her chance at education.”
“I hope we can keep treating each other well, no matter what happens, and I’ll certainly keep encouraging her to study.”
We left it at that, and went back into the living room where they thrashed us at Five Hundred again, before we withdrew so I could ‘tuck Sandra in’!
We were both much more interested in tucking me in where it was hot and slippery and wet, and this time we were able to transition more or less painlessly between kissing and fingerfucking and gentle and intimate penetration. There was none of the electricity we had come to refer to as ‘deep and meaningful’, but it was very intimate and satisfying nevertheless. Sandra drifted off while I was dealing with the condom, so I kissed her brow, and took myself off to the guest room. Monday morning was all business. Della had got Sandra up and dressed before she called me, and the household was busy and focussed on the plans for the day. The Morrows were leaving before lunch, so I said my goodbyes and had a final smooch with Sandra before driving back to the Henley farm to pick up the usual sack of mutton cuts for the family.
I drove back to Auckland and distributed the meat, socialising for a while with Mum ‘n Dad, then the Grandkerrs, and finally Frank and Emma, before going home with the remainder. There was time to slow roast a forequarter for dinner, and over it, the Jaygirls asked lots of questions about my adventures. I did a couple of hours homework before turning in.
Jax came to my bed again in the middle of the night, and I woke to find her sliding in beside me. I must still have been a bit grumpy over our history, because my tone was probably sharper than I had intended.
“What do you want?”
It was quite dark in my room, and I felt rather than saw Jax recoil a little. Her voice was a bit shaky. “Can I cuddle up with you?”
“Yup – but you can’t give me shit if I wake up with a hard on!”
“Okay, but I’m not ready for sex yet.” I noted the ‘yet’ as she snuggled in, and from the amount of her skin in contact with mine, she seemed to be wearing less than the last time she was in the bed. Nice!