Chapter 5: Uncle Paul Goes First

Handing out the beers, I stood there off to the side as they opened them and kept right on talking about the game. Only my dad seemed to notice I was a bit flushed and the firmness of my jaw as I stood there and fumed over what my aunts had been saying about me and my cousin and aunt upstairs - and what they were probably STILL discussing if I knew them.

“Something wrong Kelly?” he asked, looking just a little concerned now.

Not answering him right away, I just stood there with my arms folded across my chest, weight on one leg as I tapped my other foot slowly. I could hear the kids playing just above us and Rick was out of sight behind the TV cabinet lost in his computer porn. It was now or never.

“You first!” I suddenly blurted out, almost surprising myself as much as them. I was pointing at my Uncle Paul, motioning for him to get up. He looked at my dad and then back at me, and then back at my dad, obviously mystified as to what I was talking about.

“C’mon ... in the cedar closet ... now!” I said in a low but demanding tone. My dad had lined one of the small cellar rooms with cedar strips and we used it for long-term seasonal clothing storage. I’d always loved the strong smell of cedar when you walked into it and it also had the advantage of a lockable door.

“Alright, what’s going on?” Uncle Paul said, not making a real effort to get up. He still seemed to think I was just playing some sort of game, perhaps flirting again or just teasing.

Walking over to him, I put one hand on each arm of his chair and leaned in until my face was just inches away from his. “I’m only going to say this once so listen carefully ... If you want to fuck me, meet me in the cedar closet - NOW!”

Well, THAT got his attention. I had said it softly enough that Rick wouldn’t have heard it across the other side of the basement but the other two brothers surely did - one of which was my dad. Both of them immediately grinned at each other and my dad shook his head as if to say, “here we go again”. Well, not that I had ever done this before, but he knew me well enough to know when I made my mind up to do something, I was pretty hard to stop. When it came to sex, make that IMPOSSIBLE to stop!

I stuck my tongue out playfully and stood upright again, twirling on my heels, I headed for the closet without looking back or saying another word. Damn, I would have loved to have seen the looks they exchanged right then!

Standing alone in the dim closet, I almost thought for a moment he wasn’t going to come. I’d picked Uncle Paul to be first because I knew the other two would do it in a heartbeat. Heck, I had no doubt that they would have done me right there in the family room. It was Uncle Paul who had never fucked me in front of the other two. In fact, my dad and Uncle Jim had even swapped daughters a few times so it wasn’t like they had never seen the other fuck me. No, it was Uncle Paul I was most concerned about having the fortitude to go through with anything under the circumstances. With his wife and family upstairs, would he still have all the bravado he tried to show off earlier in the summer?

In a word, the answer was “yes”. The door opened and silhouetted in the light was my Uncle Paul. Even in the dim light I could see his face, a mixture of lust and worry all twisted up into one ever-changing expression.

“Are you ready to fuck me Uncle Paul?”

He hesitated for a moment and in all honesty I couldn’t fault him for it. One minute the guy was drinking a beer watching a football game and the next he was in a small dark closet with his niece, offering herself to him while his wife, daughters and grandchildren were just a little ways away. What would win out - his lust or his common sense. Well, since when did any man listen to his head instead of his penis?

He turned and grabbed the door handle and for just a brief moment I thought I had totally misread him and he was going to leave. Then I heard a click and realized he had just licked the door instead. Turning to me, his face assumed a look that should have been in the dictionary next to “lust”.

“Well, are you all talk or are you really putting out?”

The ball was back in my court so naturally I did what any self-respecting slut would do in this situation - I “assumed the position”. Squatting down with my butt resting on my heels, I waited for him to advance and watched as he undid his belt and pants.

“Damn, you ARE a fucking little slut, aren’t you?” he said rhetorically, “You just can’t wait to get your mouth around your Uncle Paul’s dick, can you?”

He was technically right, although not for the reasons his ego was telling him. If it hadn’t been for his wife upstairs, all he would have gotten form me today was the scent of my wet pussy and the smell of my perfume as I ground my butt into his lap. Yeah, I wanted to suck his dick but what I really wanted was to suck my Aunt Julie’s husband’s cock. Semantics? Maybe but it meant something to me to make the distinction.