Chapter 6: Uncle Jim Gets His Turn

“Well?” Uncle Jim finally blurted out. Uncle Paul resumed his seat and I cut in before he could say anything.

“Don’t worry about what he got ... the question is, what will YOU get Uncle Jim?”

With that I stood in front of him, turned around, bent over and briefly pulled up the sweater top to flash my bare ass and pussy. Just as quickly I pulled it back up and turned around to stand in front of him again.

“See anything you want Uncle Jim?”

His face said it all. Without a word I turned and once again headed to the closet, but this time I heard him get up and follow me in close behind. He closed the door but I noticed he didn’t lock it. Maybe doing it with it unlocked added a little excitement for him? Whatever it was, I really didn’t care as I wasn’t the one who should be worried about getting caught. My Aunt Julie might have been furious with Uncle Paul for fucking me, but I wouldn’t be surprised if my Aunt Shari castrated Uncle Jim if she ever had a hint he as fucking me.

“So I get sloppy seconds, eh?”

If it hadn’t been for the words of his wife still fresh in my mind, I would have put on my jeans and walked out then and there. The jerk. He should be thrilled to even have the chance to fuck a 24 year-old pussy, even if it WAS dripping cum from his brother just fucking me. Still< the spiteful words of my aunt rung in my ears so I swallowed my pride and gave him what he wanted - me.

Ignoring his sarcasm, I once again pulled off the sweater top and for the second time in just ten minutes, I was standing nude in the closet in front of an uncle. This time, however, we got straight down to business. As much as I wanted to spite my Aunt Shari, I really despised Uncle Jim, especially for the way he treated his youngest daughter. A father should fuck his daughters out of love and respect, not treat them like some cheap whore, forcing her to do his bidding whenever and however he demanded. In fact, for a while I had refused to let him fuck me at all but then he threatened to cut off my dad from Tammy so for my dad’s sake I gave only what I had to in order to mollify Uncle Jim.

Again I squatted down but this time it wasn’t to suck his dick. I pulled some clothes down and used them under my knees to protect me from the cold concrete floor and then got on all fours, leaning down so my butt was poking rather obscenely up in the air at him. Well, I am sure his wife would have thought it obscene at least. For Uncle Jim, it was more like an invitation - an invitation to fuck me.

As he practically tore off his clothes, I waited there on my hands and knees, thinking about how I wished Aunt Shari was watching. If only she could see the look of lust and anticipation in her husband’s eyes now, undoubtedly a look she’d never seen in them when he fucked her cold pussy. Then, just as I felt him moving in behind me, I realized I had just made a serious mistake...

In a tight spot like a closet, your options for sex are father limited. Well, not technically, but in reality they were limited. I’d let Uncle Paul fuck me standing up from behind so I just figured I’d do it doggie style with Uncle Jim given the cramped quarters. Anything with me facing him would have required more acrobatics and effort than I was prepared for. There was one serious risk in doggie style, at least there was when Uncle Jim was fucking me. As much as it present my pussy nicely, it gave him even easier access to my ass - MUCH too easy.

If there was one thing I should have remembered about Uncle Jim, it was his love for anal sex. I’d refused him for the most part in the past but there had been a couple times I had to let him do it to keep my dad in business with Tammy. You would think such a thing would be quick to come to mind when I faced him but I guess in all the hurry and my thoughts about his wife I just forgot - and now I learned I was to pay the price for my forgetfulness.

“Damn, you have the sweetest ass,” he murmured as I felt his dick press in against me. At first it hit my butt, just as Uncle Paul’s had done earlier. However, whereas Uncle Paul had shifted position down to the area of my pussy, Uncle Jim zeroed in on my asshole - my TIGHT asshole.

Just one question ... Why do men like to stick their dicks up a girl’s asshole? I can understand when it comes to gays, it’s like lesbians with fake dicks strapped to themselves. But when a guys has a perfectly good pussy just dying for him to penetrate, why go for the asshole? Maybe it’s just me, but in my opinion my asshole is a one-way door - out only. For god’s sake I shit through my asshole! If there’s one thing that turns me off as much as anything else in the world, it’s anything to do with potty sex. It just grosses me out totally and I don’t even like to discuss it.