Chapter 5: Uncle Jim Gets His

“Hey, what’s going on in there?”

The voice from outside sounded like my Uncle Jim’s and from the look on Rick’s face, I was sure of it.

“Just a sec dad, be right out!”

“No, open the door NOW,” his dad demanded.

Well, it wasn’t like what we were doing would be any surprise to his dad. I couldn’t help but grin at the thought he was probably going to be more upset that it wasn’t him that had just fucked me. Rick unlocked the door and opened it a crack. His dad promptly pushed it open enough for him to look in and see me struggling to pull up my jeans over my bare bottom. Rick’s underwear and jeans were up to his waist be he hadn’t time to zip or buckle anything. All in all, it was pretty obvious to just about anyone what had been going on.

“Don’t sweat it, nobody’s out here,” he grumbled. “Shit, your mother is having a hissy fit thanks to Kate. You know how she feels about your ‘private moments’ in the bathroom. Jesus, couldn’t you two have waited until later?”

Rick just stood there in silence, for once being smart enough to realize that saying nothing was probably a better option than opening his mouth and giving his dad more to gripe at him about.

“Now hurry up and get to your room before someone sees you,” he ordered Rick. Rick didn’t even bother to look back at me as he held up his jeans and rushed down the hall to dart into his bedroom.

“As for you, my cute little slut of a niece,” Uncle Jim growled, trying to sound angry but the grin at the edges of his mouth couldn’t be completely subdued. “Well, just let me say you have no idea how close you came to your aunt coming down here and seeing this. Get yourself together and we’ll talk about it later.”

At that his scowl turned into a nasty grin and he winked at me. There wasn’t much doubt that his definition of “talking about it” didn’t involve the need for a lot of words. From the way he was staring at my bare pussy, I think he would have fucked me right then and there had he not been so concerned about his wife. I was sure that my aunt was already wondering what was taking so long and it wouldn’t do to find me like this!

Just when I thought he was out, his head popped back in and this time he WAS grinning.

“Yep, I knew it. No way did you have panties under those things!”

With that, Uncle Jim closed the door and I quickly locked it again. Taking a spare towel out of the closet, I used it to wipe the cum and pussy juices from around my pussy and down my legs where it had run after draining out of me. Looking in the mirror, I grimaced as my hair was a total wreck but some quick work with a brush and it as essentially back in place again. After some cursing and half killing myself in the confines of the bathroom, I was finally able to get my jeans back on. With jeans this small, it was a lot easier to pull them up laying on my bed than it was standing up in the bathroom. I guess I could have laid down but there was no way I was going to lay down on a bathroom floor where three teenagers reigned!

Peeking out the bathroom door, the coast was clear so I quickly stepped out and headed upstairs. About halfway up the stairs I met Kate, looking like a girl on a mission.

“Oh, there you are!” she exclaimed, “Your mom was wondering where you were but nobody seemed to know.”

I just shrugged, figuring it was better to just ignore the little bitch. She was nothing but a tattle-tale and anything I said would go straight back to her mom. Back in the kitchen, everyone was working hard. My mom saw I’d returned and steered me over to the side of the room.

“For goodness sakes, where have you been? Everyone’s been asking about you”

“Downstairs. I had to go to the bathroom”

“For over half an hour?” Then she looked me in the eyes and let out of loud breath of air. “Oh god, don’t tell me. I mean, you didn’t ... not already?”

Really, what was the point in going through the motions? She knew darn well with the absence of Rick and me at the same time what that meant. For whatever reason it seemed to make her feel better to ask me and have me confirm it.

“Well, you’d better behave yourself the rest of the day,” she warned me. I just nodded but a little grin managed to work its way out as I thought that my definition of “behaving” was probably not the same as hers.

“You know what I mean!” she added in, catching me in the act. How is it that mothers never seem to miss anything? Well, I guess that doesn’t include my Aunt Shari. God, her son had just fucked me almost right under her feet and the woman was clueless! Actually, it was probably more that such a thing would never even be something she could imagine in her wildest nightmares.

Another half-hour or so and dinner was ready so the men were called in off from their couches and chairs where they had been watching TV. We all sat down, my Uncle Paul gave the blessing, and for the next hour or so we had a wonderful family time of eating and sharing. I was seated next to Laura, who kept asking me about school and other girl stuff. Kristi was seated on the other side of me and she kept rubbing her hand on my leg under table, teasing me more than anything.

After dinner it was back to standard American family tradition - the men went off to watch football and fall asleep while the women cleaned up after them. I really didn’t care about the game so it was just as well. When everything was finally cleaned off and put away, the women sat down in the dining room and the gossip session began. Well, I shouldn’t say gossip. As my mom says, my Aunt Shari doesn’t gossip, she “shares”; and when the gossip is really juicy, she “shares in love”. She heard that from some comic one day and thought it was hilarious and I had to say, it fit my aunt perfectly.

Listening to some of the stuff about people they knew, I found myself looking at my mother and Aunt Linda and winking at them. What would my other aunts say if they knew some of the goings on in our own family? There were times like this when I wanted to blurt it out, just to see the look on their faces. Fortunately, common sense always won out and so I never said anything stupid. But the thoughts of it still roamed through my head.

I was getting bored so I went in the living room to see what was going on there. Sure enough, my dad and Uncle Paul were fast asleep in their chairs, thankfully not snoring too loud. Uncle Jim and Rick were watching the game along with Laura and Ginny’s husbands. I had to say one thing, they married well. Both of them were pretty good looking and I was imagining how it would be to join them in a threesome when Uncle Jim asked me if I would get him another beer. Rick chimed in, saying he wouldn’t mind one as well but his dad just gave him a look that got the message across. Something about your dad’s eyes that told you all you needed to know sometimes!

I went back to the kitchen and retrieved my uncle’s beer along with a couple more for the other guys. When I handed his to him, my uncle gave me that “look” and just as Rick had known what his dad was thinking a few moments before, I knew exactly what he was thinking now about me. Checking quickly on the other guys and seeing them riveted to the TV, I winked at my uncle and licked my lips a little seductively for him before leaving the room again.

Taking a seat next to my mom in the dining room, I started to daydream and thoughts of my uncle came to mind. Frankly, the primary reason I let him fuck me is to please my dad. I mean, sure I would have let him do me once, no different than I would with most any other married guy. With my Aunt Shari being such a prude, it made it hot for me when he fucked me knowing how totally outraged she would be if she knew he even harbored such thoughts about me, let alone acted on them. The problem for me was that my uncle was the type that was dominating and sometimes forceful in sex, not at all like my dad. Sure there were moments, like when Uncle Jim would first enter me or cum in me, that I enjoyed it but it wasn’t always the best sex for me physically.

Although my dad had not told me this himself, I suspect the reason he wants his brother to fuck his daughter is so that someday he won’t feel guilty fucking his niece. Of course, Kate is out of the picture but I know he fantasizes a lot about screwing Tammy, even though she isn’t even in high school yet. More than once he has had to keep under the water in our hot tub when Tammy would arrive in her cute little bikini. Granted there may not be a lot to show off yet but it was her attitude that gets to him. She is just so open and free, flaunting herself without even realizing she is doing it. I guess you could call her a natural born slut although her mom would be incensed to hear anyone call her that.

Speaking of my dad and Tammy, if there was one thing in my sexual history I regret, it is that I did not give my father my virginity when I was fourteen. My mother has counseled me many times to stop fretting over it, as back then I didn’t even have a clue that my dad was interested in me that way. Still, looking back the signs were there if I had read them right - the way he would get hard when I was around, the looks he gave me and where he looked, the way he would “accidentally” touch me sometimes. Maybe I was just naive but I thought it was just natural for my dad to be that way, not associating any sexual desires to it whatsoever. Sometimes when I look at little Tammy (she isn’t even five feet tall yet), I see myself at that age and I fantasize about how I might offer her to my dad as some sort of compensation for not giving him me.

I could probably have kept thinking along these lines all afternoon when my mom’s elbow jostled me back to reality.

“Hello! You listening Kelly?”

My head snapped up and everybody was looking at me. I realized I must have appeared to have dozed off or something and so I tried to get back in the conversation but looking at Tammy at the other end of the room I couldn’t help but imagine how she would look laying in her bed with my dad’s dick deep inside of her. Actually, I wouldn’t mind being in her bed now with my dad’s dick in ME!

I squirmed in my chair a bit as my pussy began to respond to my naughty daydreams. There was usually only one way to deal with it once it got going and that was to go off and masturbate. It seemed a shame, though, to have to do myself when so many cocks were waiting close by that would take care of me on a moment’s notice. Well, why not see what I could do?

Turning to my mom, I whispered to her that I would be back in a little bit. She looked at me with a question mark in her eyes and I just smiled. She cocked her head and rolled her eyes at me and then turned away before making a scene of it. My mom knew better than to try to talk me out of anything when I was in this sort of mood. Most likely she figured I was just going off to take care of myself or else she probably would have had more to say to me.

Walking back to the living room, I really had no idea what I was going to do. The only thing I was confident of was that if Uncle Jim knew he had half a chance to screw me, he would figure something out. It was as if time had stood still in the room since I left. Everyone was in the same position and the only indicator they had been alive in the interim were the empty beer bottles that I had brought in before.

At first I just stood there, trying to think of how I could get his attention without being TOO obvious about it. There was a time when I could have jumped in my uncle’s lap and teased him but now that I was twenty that might have raised some eyebrows so I had to be a little more subtle. Turning to my uncle, I pretended to be confused about something.

“Hey Uncle Jim, where did you put our coats? I think I left my cell phone in the pocket.”

“They’re all on the bed in the back bedroom,” he responded almost absentmindedly, his attention more on the TV than me.

“Thanks. You know, I really NEED it.”

Well, maybe he wasn’t being as inattentive as I had thought as he picked up on my tone of voice. It looked like he got my message in that what I needed wasn’t my cell phone!

“Well, do you need any help finding it?”

I grinned as my confidence in my Uncle Jim was not misplaced. Now it was him that was helping things to move along.

“Would you mind Uncle Jim? That would be so cool.”

As he got up out of the chair, it was if the two older guys never even hear a word as they argues over some silly play from the game. Rick, on the other hand, knew full well what my intentions were.

“Need any help dad?” he offered, not so innocently.

Uncle Jim just waved him back, again with a look that spoke volumes. The message was clear - she’s mine this time. I thought it was pretty cool to see this father-son struggle over who got to fuck me. Was I to be the fantasy cousin or the naughty niece? Well, this time it looked like I was going to be the niece.

I followed my uncle down the hall to the bedroom. Fortunately, it was in the opposite direction from the dining room where everyone else was. Nobody should have been aware that my uncle and I were doing anything at all, let alone heading to his bedroom for something half the people here would be aghast to know about. Once in their bedroom, my uncle looked down the hall and seeing that it was empty, quickly shut the door. Unfortunately, there wasn’t a lock but I doubted that with it closed that anyone would come in. The bathroom has an entrance from the hallway so even if someone needed to use it, they didn’t need to go through the bedroom.

With the door shut, he turned and what I would have given for a photo of the look on his face. The way his eyes stared at me, the slight opening of his mouth, his tongue on his lips, the flaring of his nostrils, everything was a classic portrait of a man consumed with lust. It was a look every girl learns about from the day she begins to change into a woman and the men around her start looking at her in a whole new way. It’s a look I love to see in men when I “dress for success” where “success” is defined as getting laid. Even my dad looks at me this way some days when he is really horny. I mean, he IS a guy you know. Now, behind closed doors and having all but told him what I wanted, seeing that look I knew there was only one way I would walk out that door again. Where his cum would be was the only question - pussy, mouth, or over me?

“So, I take it Rick wasn’t enough for you?” my uncle started out, a slight smirk to his tone of voice. “Yeah, I think you need a real man’s cock to satisfy you, not some teenager’s.”

I stood on one foot and twisted my other on the floor. My eyes were cast downward as if I was uncertain what to say. My uncle stepped closer to me.

“C’mon, I know you Kelly, you’re just a cock-hungry little slut, aren’t you. Can’t ever get enough, can you?”

I quickly debated how to play this out. What he said was essentially true. Really, how could I deny it? I DID love cock and I never DID seem to get enough of it. Yet, somehow I don’t think he was looking for me to be some typical slut. After all, I WAS his niece and even though many men tell me they fantasize about their nieces (even though some of them can be quite young sometimes!), all of them seem to look at them differently than they would just any girl. It’s like some protective instinct or maybe a cultural thing, but they all seem to want their niece to be naive and innocent (even when they dream of fucking them).

“Uncle Jim!” I pretended to protest, “How can you say that about your own niece?”

“Oh don’t pretend to be so innocent. I mean, it’s not like you were playing cards with my son in the bathroom earlier.”

That was my cue in our little play. Time for Act 2 - transition from little girl to slut. I moved up close to him until I was right up against him. My hand lowered until it was lightly pushing against his crotch. My pussy gave a twinge as I felt the stiffness of his throbbing cock through his pants.

“Did that turn you on Uncle Jim?” I whispered to him in a husky voice, dripping with sexuality, “Did it make you hard thinking of your son’s hard dick in my wet pussy?”

I could tell from this breathing he was getting more and more turned on. His hands grabbed my shoulders and he pulled me into him.

“Fucking right it did,” he whispered hoarsely, “Shit, all I could think of today was getting a piece of that little ass.”

Well, it wasn’t exactly the most romantic compliment but as they say, it’s the thought that counts.

“You wanna fuck me Uncle Jim?”

“Hell yes!”

“You want me to suck your dick?”

“Oh you know it!”

“Tell me Uncle Jim, I want you to say it.”

“Crap Kelly, you know I want to fuck you dammit. God, I want you to blow me so fucking bad.”

“Mmmmmmm, you want me more than Aunt Shari?”

“Screw her, I want to fuck you.”

We could have dragged this little play out longer but there WERE other people in the house and so we didn’t have all day. As for me, I heard what I wanted. Listening to a man tell me how bad he wants me, especially when it’s more than his own wife, is about as erotic a thing that can happen to me. Of course I KNEW he wanted me but it made it so much better when he came out and actually put it into words.

He started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants while I “assumed the position” - kneeling in front of him, waiting for his cock to appear. It only took a few seconds as his pants and boxer shorts dropped to his feet. He wasn’t wearing shoes so he just stepped out of them, kicking the pile to the side. He left his socks on which was sort of weird but I wasn’t concerned about his feet. No, what had my attention was now at eye level and standing out from his crotch.

Uncle Jim put both hands on the back of my head and pulled me into him. It was clear what he wanted and frankly, I was more than agreeable to it. As I said before, in a situation where my only interest was in getting a cock, it really doesn’t matter who it’s attached to. I mean, all I typically want is to suck it and be fucked by it, not marry the guy. This was the case now. Uncle Jim definitely wasn’t the kind of guy I would date. In fact, Sometimes I couldn’t imagine he was really my dad’s brother they were so different. But hey, he DID have a decent cock and when I’m as horny as I was now, I wasn’t being picky.

His dick was about two inches in front of me and I could smell the rich odor of his crotch. Most of it was just the normal sweat that built up between showers but there was a hint of sexual musk or whatever you called it that came out when a man gets horny. My dad is pretty hairy but my uncle is like a bear, covered in thick black hair and his crotch was a virtual forest of stiff curly pubic hair. His dick emerged from it like the stem of a weed shooting out from a lawn except it was no thin stem that faced me. It wasn’t the biggest cock in the world but at this close range it looked plenty big enough. It was pointing straight out from his crotch, the tip of it staring me in the face like some fleshy eye.

No matter how many dicks I suck, like snowflakes it seems no two are the same. I quickly learned as a teen that how a man looks when he is soft is not a sure indicator of what the end result is when he gets erect. Some men are quite large, even when flaccid, but then all that seems to happen when they get an erection is it gets hard without a lot of growth. Then there are the guys who look like wimps when they are soft, their dick barely poking out from their pubic hair. But when they grow, it’s like Jack in the Beanstalk and it increase several times over in size. The vast majority of guys are relatively short when soft and then grow modestly to maybe five or six inches and perhaps double in thickness. This is why I hate it when guys send me cock shots but as always they are these huge dicks and frankly, I just haven’t found such oddities to be the norm!

Besides the differences in size and the change when they become erect, the other distinction I find is how they stand out from the guy’s body. When a guy masturbates for me on his cam, I always ask him to stand up and let his cock hang hands-free. Some of them curve upwards such that they point skyward, like a rocket ready for blast-off. Most stand out at some angle like my Uncle whose dick stuck out like a nasty spear ready to be thrust into me. Surprisingly, some of the biggest ones have the least stiffness. They get hard enough to fuck me but feel more like a thick sausage rather than a stiff pole.