Chapter 6

About three weeks later, my Uncle Dan and I were relaxing in the living room after dinner. My uncle’s phone rang (he still had a landline), and he went to answer it. I could only hear snippets of his conversation, so I muted the volume on the television.

“Well, I’m not so sure she wants to talk to you right now,” I overheard my uncle. “She’s been doing very well living out here with me. I don’t know, I’ll ask her.”

My uncle came back into the living room. “Tara, your mom’s on the phone. Do you want to talk to her?”

I immediately felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I hadn’t spoken to my mother in over four months. After she walked in on my stepfather eating my pussy, I was gone the next day. There were many times over the past few months that I had missed her terribly. Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed spending time with my Uncle Dan and his friend, Jake, but every girl needs her mother. I got up from the couch and walked slowly to the phone.

“Hello?” I offered tentatively.

“Hi, Tara,” my mom greeted me. “I wanted to call you because I think it’s time for you to come home. I sent your stepfather packing a couple months ago. As you would probably agree, he was no good for anything. I miss you honey, and I want you back here with me.”

I just stood there, speechless and in a mild state of shock. My mother must have thought I had hung up on her.

“Tara, you still there?” Silence. “Listen, I know that this has been very difficult for you, but I really want us to try to rebuild our relationship. We can go to therapy if you want. I’m willing to do anything for you.”

I finally snapped out of my trance. “Mom, I miss you too,” my voice sounded tiny in my ears. “I love my Uncle Dan, and he has been really good to me here, but I miss my home and my friends. If you really want me there, I want to be there for you.” I could hear my mother crying softly as I spoke.

“Oh, Tara, I’m so happy to hear that you feel that way. I promise you won’t regret it. Put your Uncle Dan back on the phone, and we’ll make some arrangements. I want you back here as soon as possible!”

“OK, mom, I’ll see you soon.” I signed off and called my uncle to the phone. I walked unsteadily back to the living room and collapsed on the couch. Was I ready to go back home? Was I ready to leave Uncle Dan? My thoughts were swirling in my head as my uncle returned to the living room.

“Well, I guess that’s done,” he asserted. Then, without waiting for my reply, he turned around, walked up to his bedroom, and slammed the door.

The next morning at breakfast, I decided to press my Uncle Dan for details about his conversation with my mother.

“Are you all right, Uncle Dan? Did I do something wrong?” I offered.

“No, sweetheart, you’re fine. I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. I should have known that you weren’t going to be living out here in the country with your 55-year-old uncle forever. I just didn’t expect you to be leaving so soon.”

“Uh, when am I actually leaving?”

“Tomorrow,” he announced matter-of-factly. “Your mother will be here to pick you up in the morning.” My uncle looked devastated, and I felt guilty for feeling a little glad to be going home to my mom. “You need to make sure you pack up all your things today.”

“I can do that later. Let’s have some fun, Uncle Dan. I want to enjoy my last day here on your beautiful ranch! Why don’t we do one final photo shoot?” He seemed to perk up at this idea.

“OK, Tara. I guess that’s much better than sitting here being depressed all day.”

My uncle started to get his gear together, and I went upstairs to change my clothes. I opted for a tight, white t-shirt with no bra, and my uncle’s favorite pair of super-short denim shorts with no underwear. I wanted our last day together to be a memorable one. I pulled on a pair of red cowboy boots and made my way downstairs.

My uncle was still getting ready, so I decided to pack us a picnic lunch. I brought along a large blanket, and found myself getting aroused by the thought of what might happen on it very soon. I carried everything out to the front porch and sat on the swing to wait for my uncle. He came out about 5 minutes later.

“Well, what’s all this?” he asked.

“I thought we could have a nice picnic on our last day together.”

“Don’t remind me. You look amazing, Tara. We should be able to get some great shots out by the lake.”

We both grabbed our belongings and headed out to the back area of my uncle’s ranch. It was about a 15-minute walk, and we spent it enjoying the scenery. It was a beautiful day, warm and sunny. The grass was dark green, and all of the trees were overflowing with green leaves. We walked all the way to the edge of the lake where I spread out the blanket and sat down. My uncle got his camera ready, and turned to look at me.

“Wow, you are truly gorgeous, Tara. You look so tasty right there sitting on the blanket. Let’s start shooting right where you are.”

“Whatever you say, Uncle Dan,” I smiled.

“OK, go ahead and lie back. I’m gonna get some shots from above.” Uncle Dan stood over me and continued to give directions. “Run your hands through that beautiful blonde hair. Good. I’m starting to see your nipples through that shirt. They look amazing. Unbutton your shorts. Move your hand inside. That’s it, like you want to touch yourself. Nice job, Tara.” He took a few more shots before stopping.