Chapter 4: Flirting With My Uncle Jim

There was only one place where I regularly saw my uncle and that was Sunday morning services at church. Thus if I had any hopes at all of following Kristen’s suggestions, that was where I had to make my move. Of course, there was one little problem - it WAS church so it wasn’t like I could dress like a hooker and seduce him. In the past I had done a lot of things at church but the common factor was that it was usually the thrill of not getting caught or being more flirty than outright sexual. There was something about crossing your legs slowly in church seemed to turn on guys more than anything sometimes, especially when they got a look at your inner thighs in the process, just enough to make them wonder if you were wearing panties or not.

My mother was already distraught enough over the whole thing so I decided to leave her out of my plans. Besides, what could she do to help anyway? No, I was on my own this time. The day started out as most Sundays do, with me stopping by my parents to give my dad a little present before church. Our tradition of sex on Sunday mornings was more for his benefit than mine. Typically he would just lift my dress and fuck me without taking anything off. Since I almost never wore panties to church, all he had to do was lift my skirt and have a go at me.

It always seemed to be the same - I would show up late, my dad would be rock hard waiting for me, my mom would fuss about us being late for church and for him to hurry up, he would cum in me, and then there was the mad dash to get to the service on time. Sitting in the pews with your dad’s fresh cum inside of you certainly makes the service a lot easier to listen to!

With it being winter - and a cold day at that, it would have been a little out of place to wear some frilly summer dress that exposed my boobs and ass so that was out of the question. Instead, I chose to go with the basics - a tight black skirt and a white blouse. The skirt hugged my hips and came down to within a few inches of my knees - rather long by my usual standards but actually it helped to show off my thighs the way it hugged them. The blouse wasn’t sheer but thin enough that it wasn’t a mystery as to what color my bra was underneath. Yes, I was wearing a bra. With an outfit like this, I’ve found that wearing a colored bra (black in this case) was actually more erotic and got more looks than going bare breasted. Even back in grade school I realized that there was something about seeing a girl’s underwear that never failed to turn on the boys. Grown men are no different as they’re just the same boys now with bigger dicks.

My uncle and his family were in a pew just in front of us. We were too late to get a seat next to them but I think my dad actually preferred it this way. I noted that he somehow managed to maneuver himself into a seat right behind Tammy. Every time we stood up to sing a hymn (Presbyterians STAND when they sing), his eyes appeared to be looking down at the hymnal but I knew better. If you looked closely you could have seen that they were focused not on hymnal but rather on the tight little ass in front of him. Tammy was wearing a cute little denim skirt and it showed off her bare legs nicely. I also noticed that when he sat down, the hymnal stayed in his lap! Not too hard to guess why (sorry, couldn’t resist the pun.)

After the service I knew I wouldn’t have much time so I was anxious to get out of the pews before my aunt and uncle left. I tried to time it so that I was stepping out into the aisle just as my uncle was walking by and then I almost fell as I “accidentally” bumped into him. He grabbed my under my arms and helped me up to my feet.

“Whoa girl, better be more careful there,” he teased me. We were in the middle of a crowd of people but as I regained my balance I managed to put my hand on his crotch for just a moment, not enough for anyone to notice but long enough for him to know it wasn’t an accident.

“Now you better be careful girl, somebody might get the wrong idea,” he said softly as we worked our way up the aisle.

“Well, I was hoping you might get the RIGHT idea,” I teased him back. People around us were busy gossiping (well, in church that’s called “sharing”) and I knew that even if they did overhear us, they would have no idea what we were talking about. Who would ever even think that we would be bantering about sex?

We were almost to the pastor so we couldn’t continue our little exchange. After shaking hands and telling the pastor what a wonderful service it was, I headed downstairs to where our coats were hanging and waited for my uncle. As he grabbed his from the rack, I slowly put mine on. There was nobody within a few yards of us so I moved over close to him and grinned.

“So tell me Uncle Jim, just what ideas were you getting back there?”

My uncle rolled his eyes at me and shook his head.

“Nope, not falling for it kid,” he said, “Your dad gave me the lecture already, remember?”

“You know Uncle Jim, sometimes girls make mistakes,” I said off-handedly, “Sometimes you don’t appreciate something until you don’t have it anymore.”

“Oh? And just what might THAT be?” he said, starting to move over closer to me.

“You know, sometimes a girl likes it a little rough, do you know what I mean Uncle Jim?”

He looked at me with his eyes narrowed, probably trying to figure out if I was just leading him on for the kill or what. I knew he was teetering on the edge. I also knew just how to push him off.

“Don’t you want to fuck me anymore Uncle Jim?” I said softly to him, trying my best to sound like an eight year-old girl if you know what I mean.

My uncle quickly looked around; as if he was afraid someone had overheard me. Even with all the hustle and bustle after the service, nobody was near us and when someone did walk by, they weren’t paying us any attention.

My uncle grabbed me by the arm through my coat and pulled me over to the side.

“Now listen to me sister, if you’re fucking with me...,” he started to say.

“Uncle Jim, don’t you get it? That’s exactly what I WANT you to do to me,” I giggled, acting more like a dippy teenage girl than a sophisticated college graduate.