20 comments/ 86465 views/ 84 favorites Charlie and Uncle Joe By: _Kushiel_ This is a story about me and my Uncle Joe. He was kind of the black sheep of the family; the no hoper entrepreneur that never really made it you know? There's always one in any family. But that didn't make him a loser. Well at least not to me. At twenty eight, he is the youngest of three brothers, and the way my father told it, he was kind of a mistake, an accident, not that anyone openly admitted to it. My father is the oldest brother, Richard; forty-nine, six foot three, reasonably fit though he had started that whole midlife spread so he was kinda stacking it on, his once dark hair was just about grey all over. He had a strong features, and hard, judging green eyes that sized you up in a New York minute. Oh and did I mention, he's rather well off? Yep, we're one of those families – came from money, made more money. Then there is Terrance – or Terry – next in line, forty-two, six foot one, fat, thinning brown hair on top, likes to swig expensive scotch and smoke foul smelling cigars. His face is kinda pinched and round, which makes his eyes all squinty. And if I'm being truthful, he wigs me out when he stares at me, but he's still my Uncle so I've got to respect that, apparently. And then came Uncle Joe – or Joseph – but he'd smack you if you called him that to his face. He was the last of the brothers and by far the easiest going... not to mention the cutest. As I said before, twenty-eight (and for those of you thinking about it, that's a fourteen year age gap between Joe and Terry). He was on par with my father at six foot three, although he was in much better shape, toned and tanned, with scraggly dark hair, jade green eyes and a killer smile. Apparently he was the spitting image of my Daddy when he was that age, but I honestly didn't see it. Or more, I suppose I didn't want to see it. To me he was the 'cool Uncle'. Uncle Joe spent most of his time surfing and picking up. He wasn't tied down to any job or career even though he had his diploma in Business and he had a knack with computers you wouldn't believe. He'd set up my system and it was so rad all my geek friends drooled over it. But anyways... So; according to my father, Uncle Joe was a bit of a 'no hoper', but he was young and fun and didn't give a rat's arse what people thought of him, especially his older brothers. He worked from home, which was a shack near the beach, and repaired computers or set up systems when he could be bothered. (That 'shack' as Daddy liked to call it was an ultramodern beachside apartment, but since it wasn't up the family standards it didn't really qualify.) Uncle Joe was very proud and loud in stating that he merely worked to live, not lived to work. He worked long enough to keep himself comfortable and not a second longer. And why not, collectively, as a family we had money oozing out our ears, why did he want to work his ass off to earn even more? So when Daddy's fiftieth came around, and the family came to town; Uncle Joe stayed in our guest house. I figured with Uncle Joe in the house, I could maybe wheedle a bit of work out of him and he could go through and check my system it had been playing up lately, and if he managed to tweak my system to get a tiny bit more performance out of it? Bonus! I was eighteen and in my last year of high school; and couldn't wait until I went away to college. Freedom and space, you know, something every teenage girl kind of craves from an over achieving family. I'd followed my Mom in the looks department, average height about five foot five, slender maybe a hundred and seven pounds at my worst, dark brown wavy hair and hazel eyes. I had full lips, reasonably sized breasts for my stature at just on a 'C', and a nice tight body I kept in shape through swimming and volley ball. Oh and did I mention, I'm still a virgin? Anyway – as I was saying, swimming and volley ball... My specialty; doubles beach volley ball, which is strange because we don't have a beach nearby. The sand is imported and we play indoors, but I love it no less! So you see, what came to pass was bound to happened. The whole: two kindred spirits thing you know? Uncle Joe had arrived on the Tuesday and the party was going to be on the Friday, then he was flying out again on the Monday. He hadn't wanted to hang around for that long, but apparently those where the only dates he could book. So from the time he got here, he really didn't have much to do besides kill time by the pool all day. Quite often I came home from school and found him asleep on one of the poolside lounges and every time I spent the better part of ten minutes debating on the merits of dumping a whole bucket of cold water on him and what my chances would be this time, in getting into the house and locking myself in my room before he caught me. I'd done it once and had only made it half way across the lawn before he caught me! He'd carried me kicking and squealing all the way back and had thrown me fully clothed into the pool. It'd been fun, but my shoes got ruined, so now I considered it but rarely went through with it because I knew he was faster than me. I was fit, but so was he; and he had longer legs than I did. The first incident happened the day before Daddy's birthday. I had two free blocks so as I usually did, I went home. It was a nice, warm day and I figured I'd get a few laps in before I went back to school. I ran upstairs and changed, grabbing a towel I hurried back down. I wore a one piece high cut suit; these laps weren't recreational. Walking outside barefoot, I neared the gazebo next to the pool. I noted that two of the privacy blinds were pulled down and I could hear faint sounds coming from within. Low groans and sighs, accompanied by the odd swear word. I stopped in my tracks contemplating what my next move should be. I didn't know for sure who was out there; but I really only had one person to choose from. Then too I didn't know what he was doing to be making those kinds of noises, but I could imagine pretty well. Hell he thought he was home alone and generally he would have been, just not this afternoon. I knew right then, I should have done an about face and gone back into the house. But well, curiosity and hormones got the better of me and I found myself sneaking closer to the gazebo. The grunts and groans I could hear were getting louder and I could feel my body's natural reaction to those sounds begin as a tingle in my clit. I snuck right up to the pulled blinds and peeked around the corner. There he was, my Uncle Joe, stretched out on a sun lounge, his board shorts pulled open at the crotch and pulled down a little on his thighs. His hard cock jutted up from his groin, big, thick and veiny as his hand tugged on it almost lazily. I could hear his heavy breaths and his low groans of pleasure and I felt the tingle in my clit become a throb as I watched what he was doing. I knew it was wrong, spying on him while he was rubbing one out, but damn it, I was young and horny, and if he never found out what harm could it do? My hand slipped beneath the Lycra crotch of my swimsuit and I began lightly fingering my clit and pussy in time to Uncle Joe's strokes hoping to time it so I could cum with him. Weird I know but that's what I was doing. I guess I wasn't going to be so lucky. I still don't really know what possessed me to do the thing I did! Anyway... I was fingering my wet pussy, enjoying the feel of my fingers swirling over my clit as I watched Uncle Joe. My eyes were glued to his hand as it stroked up and down his length. I could see it glistening in the sunlight, precum dribbling from the tip as I looked on; large and long, the purple head swollen and flared. I licked my lips suddenly wishing I was sucking on his knob as I watched. All of a sudden his left hand came up into view and brought something to his mouth. A small breath of wind stirred and instantly I smelled what it was, as he took a long draw and held it in... WEED! As soon as that realisation hit, I don't know what happened. One minute I had a finger in my pussy enjoying the feeling of getting close to an orgasm. Then next minute I was rushing toward Uncle Joe, angry and unthinking. "Uncle Joe!" I yelled. "What the hell?" Uncle Joe nearly choked in fright as he frantically rolled up off the lounge. He dropped the joint he'd been holding and scrambled to get his boardies on again. He was coughing badly, exhaling smoke as he fumbled with his quickly deflating cock, trying his hardest to tuck it away inside his shorts. "Holy shit Charlie! What are you doing home?" He coughed out, sounding panicked. I kept walking towards him. Came right up to him, searching the ground by his feet and when I located the joint, I stepped on it with my bare heel, grinding into the paving until it broke apart to nothing, and then ground it some more just for good measure. "Uncle Joe, what do you think you're doing?" I asked angrily. "Daddy would go absolutely ape shit if he even thought you were smoking that crap on his property." Uncle Joe was thrown off balance and still trying to collect himself. It didn't help that he was half baked. "Charlie Bird, you can't say anything about this to your father!" He said using his nickname for me; hoping that would butter me up. "I should! I should tell him right away." I said. I wasn't intentionally being a bitch about it, but I was an athlete on two school teams. We got spot drug tested all the time. If I even had a minor reading in my system I'd get my ass booted off the team and suspended from school and I didn't want that! A suspension would go against my chances of getting into the college I wanted to attend. "But you can't; he'd never understand." Joe said. "Of course he wouldn't. Hell Uncle Joe, I don't understand. Are you crazy? That shit messes with your head! And it could get me into a lot of trouble at school!" I knew the chances where slight but I couldn't risk even the smallest reading. "Charlie Bird! Baby, you know you're my favourite niece..." Uncle Joe began. "Uncle Joe I'm you're only niece!" I interrupted. "Quit trying to smooth talk your way out of this." Uncle Joe's head must have been clearing up as he stopped and thought about the situation. "Okay, what's it gonna take for you to keep your mouth shut?" He asked. "A promise." I said. "Go on?" He raised a dubious brow. "I won't tell Daddy if you promise not to smoke any more of that shit while you're here." "Geez Charlie, you've got a mouth on you!" Uncle Joe said off topic. "You haven't heard the half of it, and every word I learnt from Daddy, so just promise okay?" "Okay okay I promise." "Swear it!" I pushed. "Charlie I swear okay? I won't smoke any more dope while I'm here. I promise." I huffed, as I folded my arms across my chest. "Okay then. But if you break that promise I'll tell Daddy right away." "Charlie, I'm not into breaking promises all right? I've said that I won't and I won't. You can believe that." I was still reluctant to believe him, but I nodded at him. "All right. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got laps to do." Uncle Joe grabbed my arm as I walked past him, his grip light but staying. "Charlie, about the other thing you saw... I mean... you know... with the..." He motioned at his shorts not able to articulate. I shrugged his hand off as a thrill shot up my arm where he touched me. "I won't say anything if you don't." I reassured him. He turned a bit red. "Thanks Charlie Bird." I nodded at him once. "It's cool." I jumped in the pool and pushed out thirty laps, not nearly as many as I could do, but I kept the pace up on these ones, burning away my anger in the water, and getting my heart rate up nicely. Finished, I stayed in the pool a little while longer just cooling down. "You know you'd be faster if you didn't drop your left elbow." Joe's voice said from behind me. I turned to stare up at him. I hadn't realised he was still there. I thought he'd slunk away to his guest house. "How would you know?" "Hey I might be ten years older than you but I still remember high school, and I was on the swim team in college; won a few trophies in my time too. Now of course all I do is swim and surf so I don't know that much about it." He told me a little sarcastically. "You drop your left elbow." He said, demonstrating what I was doing. "If you're conscious of it and keep it up, you'd absolutely kill." I vaguely recalled Daddy mentioning something about Uncle Joe being a swimmer in school, but didn't realise he'd been into competition swimming, so as I reassessed my view on Uncle Joe yet again, I took the advice as it was intended and nodded. "I'll keep that in mind and try it next time." "Good." "Did you want something else from me?" I asked neutrally when he continued to stand there. "Ah... no. I was just watching you swim laps and thought I'd let you know about your elbow. That's all." Uncle Joe said. "Okay. Thanks then." I said. I got out and went up to the house. I didn't mean to be abrupt but I felt weird, kind of nervous around Uncle Joe now. Not because of the smoking weed incident and not really because I'd seen him masturbating. But more because of when he grabbed my arm I felt electricity fire along my skin. Surely that wasn't a normal thing to be feeling? It was a little confusing. I dropped my towel over the stool in the kitchen as I made myself some lunch. I still had close to an hour before I had to be back at school. I was half way through eating my food when Uncle Joe came into the house. "Oh I thought you'd have left for school again." He mentioned trying to sound casual as he looked in the fridge. "Not yet. I had two free blocks." "Ah right. Well I just came in to grab something to eat." Joe said. By the way he was talking I guessed he felt a little awkward too. I shrugged. "Cool." I said knowing that he probably had the munchies. "What are you eating?" "Silverside and salad." "Nice, is there any of that left?" He asked standing in the open door. The fridge beeped at him. "What the...?" "You've had the door open too long." I told him. "It's telling you to shut it." "Oh." He replied swinging the door closed. "But I haven't gotten anything out yet?" I sighed. Walking over I opened the fridge door and pulled out the meat and salad. "There." I said handing the stuff to Joe as I pushed the door closed with my hip. "Thanks." He said coming back to the bench. "No problem." "Is there more bread anywhere?" He asked holding up the packet that was almost finished. "Yeah in the pantry." I said as I bit into my sandwich. "Where abouts?" Uncle Joe called as he rummaged in the cupboard. I sighed again putting my sandwich down. I went over and grabbed it out for him. "Would you like me to make the sandwich for you too?" I asked a little sarcastically. I wasn't really annoyed at him as such, it was just that every time I went near him I'd get this funny feeling in my stomach and I really wanted to squeeze my thighs together. "If you're offering." Uncle Joe responded smartly. He knew I was being a brat, but I didn't realise he knew. I grumbled under my breath, but began making him a sandwich. "Geez Charlie I was kidding!" Joe said as he reached across my hands and took the butter knife and bread off me. "I knew you were being sarcastic, I'm not a total shit for brains!" I stepped away from him. My pulse was thumping. His touch, his hands and arms rubbing against me, his hip where it brushed against my hip, made me burn. I felt a shiver ripple across my entire body and my nipples pulled tight. I tried to ignore it. I looked down at my food, my appetite gone, and felt a bit guilty. "I didn't say you had shit for brains, Uncle Joe. I said that shit messes with your brain." I said by way of apology. I looked sideways at him. He was smiling. "I know babe. Sorry, I was just messing with you." Uncle Joe called just about every woman he knew babe; even my mom, much to my father's disgust and my mother's secret pleasure. So I thought nothing of it when he called me that. I twitched my lips down at the corner as I looked at him. "But seriously Uncle Joe, you've got to know that that stuff is bad for you?" "Yeah I know. I don't smoke it all that often." He told me. Looking at me he could see I doubted him. He held up his hand. "Honest. I hardly ever touch the stuff. But I needed something to take the edge off. I absolutely hate these family get-togethers. Usually I'd take off and hit a nice set, clear my head, just me and the water. But well, I can't do that here unless I want to drive two hundred miles to the nearest beach in a borrowed car. And then I don't think it even gets decent surf." I looked down at my hands again. "Oh." I said. "Sorry, didn't mean to lay that crap on you. Forget I mentioned it." "Why don't you like the family get-togethers?" I asked curious. "You don't want to know babe. Just forget about it." He told me as he fixed his sandwich. "I do though." I told him looking up. "Why is it such a 'thing' for you?" He stood there and stared at me for a little while. His eyes dropping along my body for the briefest moment before he looked away. He shrugged. "All these things go the same way – I spend the whole night defending my life choices. Everyone thinks that because I don't have the big house; and the family to go with it; a 'nice' car; and any of the other nine hundred mainstream conventions society deems necessary, that I'm wasting my life away instead of living it how I want to live it. They have to pick at my life instead of just being happy for me... It gets old real fast." "Oh." I said, not really knowing what to say. He shrugged. "You asked." "Why don't you just tell 'em to shove it?" Uncle Joe snorted. "By the end of the night I usually do and end up offending everyone, and then I'm the one that ends up feeling guilty." He sighed. "Which is why, I hate these things." "Oh." I said a bit awkwardly, feeling a little bit sorry for him. I knew how bad our family could be when it came to material wealth and academic achievement. "Don't get me wrong. I love them all. I just get sick of hearing the same old shit." I nodded fully understanding what he was getting at. "What about you? I suppose you love these little family gatherings?" I shrugged indifferently. "They're all right. So long as Terrance Junior stays away from me I don't mind 'em so much." "Oh?" Joe queried. "You don't like TJ?" I shook my head. "He's a pig; with the manners to match and a big freakin' mouth." Uncle Joe chuckled and raised his sandwich at me. "To the next generation!" He toasted before taking a bite. I gave a snort in reply Uncle Joe making me think on how alike our predicaments were. Only my antagonist was a cousin rather than brothers. I thanked my lucky stars I was an only child. We stood there in comparative silence, each eating our food. I was staring off into the distance, lost in my own thoughts, when I remembered that I wanted Uncle Joe to mess around with my computer and media system. "Hey Uncle Joe?" I said turning to look at him. I couldn't be sure but I thought his eyes flicked up from staring at my butt. I pushed that thought away, thinking, 'yeah right, no way.' "Yeah babe?" He said as he looked quickly way and then back again, not quite knowing where to rest his eyes. "Would you take a look at my computer and media system while you're here? It's been running a bit slow." His face changed and there was a long pause before he answered. "A-ha... so now we get to the real price." "Huh?" I said puzzled; not clicking. "This is the real price to keep quiet about what happened by the pool hey?" Charlie and Uncle Joe "What?" I asked truly surprised. That thought hadn't even occurred to me. "No, you promised you wouldn't smoke dope again while you were here, that was good enough for me. I've been meaning to ask you to take a look at my system since you got here but forgot about it until now." "A-ha right." Joe said cynically, a bitter note to his voice. I guess I couldn't blame him; the family was notorious for blackmailing favours from one another. I guess to Uncle Joe's thinking, why would I be any different? I understood it; didn't mean I had to like it. It pissed me off that he didn't believe me and I got a bit huffy. "Don't worry, forget I even mentioned it. I'll just take it to a computer tech or something." I picked up my plate with my last quarter of sandwich on it and tipped it off into the trash. I put the plate in the dishwasher and grabbed my towel. I left him in the kitchen and went to my room. Time was getting on and I still had some homework I wanted to get done before I went back for my last two classes of the afternoon. I was still kinda pissed at Uncle Joe for thinking that I would stoop to blackmail and wheedle favours out of him for my silence, so when I got to my room I fired up my iPod and hit my 'LOUD' playlist. Instantly my speakers were blaring out a mixture of grungy emo music, rock anthems and heavy metal. I was busy head banging away – well head bopping – to the loud music as I stripped out my swim suit. I dropped it to my feet and kicked it away as I spun around ... and came face to face with a slack jawed Uncle Joe, standing in my doorway, staring wide eyed. I froze for a split second before lunging for my towel. "Uncle Joe! Fuck!" I yelled as I held the towel in front of me. That kind of snapped him out of it. He blinked a couple of times and his jaw snapped shut as he backed up out of there superfast. The door slammed shut after him and I thought I heard him swear although I couldn't be sure because the music was so loud. I scrambled to drag on some clothes, pulling on a clean set of panties and bra, a pleated skirt and polo shirt as fast as I could. Still half pulling the shirt into place I went over and shut off the music. Then I headed for the door, fully intent on giving Uncle Joe a piece of my mind. I yanked the door open... Only to be met with Uncle Joe's back. He was still standing there, his back to me, both arms raised and his hands on his brow like he was feeling his temperature. For a split second I got to eyeball the finely ridged musculature of his back and shoulders before he twisted at the hips to look back at me. He just about elbowed me in the face, but I managed to dodge his arm "Uncle Joe, what the fuck?" I said loudly, not quite yelling. He dropped his arms and turned around to face me fully. "Charlie I'm sorry. I knocked, really I did. I thought it'd be safe to open the door. I didn't realise you were ..." His voice trailed off and I watched him swallow as he eyes skimmed over my now clothed body. "Naked?" I said angrily, putting a hand on my hip. "Getting changed?" I watched his face turn red as he brought his eyes back up to mine quickly before looking away down the hall. "Ah yeah. Sorry." I watched him swallow again. "If it's any consolation, I didn't see much." He lied. "Bullshit! I know you got the full fifty buck show!" I told him. "I'm not that gullible." I watched his face turn even redder as I stood there grinding my teeth. "But tit for tat I guess, hey? Now we've both got something the other wants kept quiet huh?" I watched his eyes widen as he looked back at me. "I didn't plan this." The sarcasm was thick when I answered. "Rii-iight!" See how he felt with the shoe on the other foot, I thought. "Really I didn't." Joe tried again. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "Whatever. What do you want?" "Charlie. Seriously babe, I didn't plan on coming up here to catch you naked or anything like that. I came up here to apologise. I shouldn't have accused you of trying to corner me into fixing your system as a price for keeping quiet. You said you wouldn't say anything and I should have believed you, I shouldn't have let my suspicions colour my judgement. But it's a hard habit to break when you've been doing it your whole life. So I'm sorry.... Really I am. I know you wouldn't do anything like that to me." He hesitated for a moment. "If you still want me too I'll take a look at your computer?" Even though he'd gotten his own private peepshow, his apology sounded genuine. So, somewhat mollified I decided just to let it go. Even if I was still a little ticked off, Uncle Joe was magic with a computer. I sighed, dropped my hand from my hip and stepped back out of the door way. "Yes please. Thanks Uncle Joe." I said trying to sound truly grateful, but I'm not sure if I managed it. I walked across my room. He followed me in, leaving the door wide open and took a seat at my computer desk. I settled down on the window seat, stretching out on my stomach with my calculus book. "So what's been going on with it?" He asked as he tapped a few keys and brought up the desktop. "It's been running really slow, doing a few screwy things, and I keep getting this balloon warning saying I need to download this virus program, blah blah." I told him. "Uh-oh," he said, "sounds like you've got yourself a virus." Uncle Joe leant back in the chair and cracked his knuckles as he got ready to work. "Let's have a look see." He said more to himself. I watched him work for a few moments before bringing my focus back to my homework. As much as I tried I just couldn't concentrate. The tapping of keys kept drawing my attention and I couldn't help letting my eyes linger over Uncle Joe's body. He was still only in his boardies; bare-chested and bare foot as he sat at my computer tapping away; the odd grunt and hmm coming from him. I found myself chewing the inside of my cheek as I stared at him. He really was fit... and sexy as sin even if he was ten years older than me. "Ah-ha!" He exclaimed triumphantly and I quickly dropped my eyes to my book as he half turned to face me. "Well there's your problem right there." He joked. "Hmm?" I queried, pretending to be engrossed in my book as I looked up at him. He gave me a huge 'I know what you've been up to' grin. "Someone's been surfing porn!" I felt my insides knot, and felt that hollow sensation in the pit of my stomach I always got, whenever I got caught doing something wrong. My face flushed as I sat up on folded knees. "Not me!" I denied stupidly. "Sure, some other person must have come in here and used your computer to surf porn." Uncle Joe teased. "Who thinks I'm the gullible one now?" I rose up on my knees, my hands wringing before me nervously. "You won't tell will you?" I pleaded so embarrassed. "Well that depends..." Joe drawled slowly. "On what?" "On what you've been looking at!" He said quickly as he spun back to the computer and made to start tapping on the keyboard again. I leapt from my spot, rushing forward, "Uncle Joe, no!" I cried reaching forward to grab at his hands, trying my hardest to pull them away from the keyboard. "Please Uncle Joe, don't!" I begged as I tussled with him at the computer desk. It wasn't like the porn I was looking at was anything spectacular, as porn went it was pretty standard stuff. Suck, fuck, blow, you know? It was more the fact that it was my Uncle Joe looking at what I'd been looking at that was mortifying! He was well stronger than me and easily fended me off, but after a moment he dropped his hands away and held them up in surrender. "Charlie, stop. I was only teasing." He chuckled. "I wasn't going to look." I still had a hold of his wrists as he held them up in front of me, half turned towards me. I wasn't ready to believe him just yet as I panted, out of breath, and not a little panicked. "Promise you won't tell!" I whispered. I felt like I was suffocating I was so panicked. "Please promise you won't tell?" I pleaded again. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. If Daddy ever found out he'd have an absolute fucking conniption and the shit would well and truly hit the fan, I'd be grounded for the rest of my foreseeable high school life. I knew I was hyperventilating but couldn't stop. "Hey!" Uncle Joe said as the smile fell from his face. "Please... promise... you... won't... tell..." I managed to say between gasps of air as tears began to spill over. "Hey! Holy shit, I promise." Joe said standing up. He twisted his wrists out of my grip and took me by the shoulders. "Calm down Charlie. I promise okay? I won't tell anyone, ever! You need to calm down now, before you pass out." He told me. I couldn't. I kept sucking in fast small, sharp gasps, over and over again. I was beginning to feel dizzy. I was having a panic attack. I hadn't had one of these in years and I needed a paper bag, but I didn't have one. Uncle Joe obviously realised this too and was looking about the room for something to use. But he couldn't find anything either. I don't know if it was an inspired thought on his part or if his own panic made him think of it, but he spun me quickly so my back was to him and pulled me into his embrace. He brought his arms up around me and cupped both of his hands over my mouth and nose like a mask, restricting my oxygen intake. His cheek was pressed against the rear of my head and his mouth was right next to my ear as he softly told me to breathe. "Slowly babe, breathe." It wasn't ideal, but it was working. I closed my eyes trying to concentrate on slowing my breathing down and felt myself sway. Uncle Joe's elbows locked in against my sides and he drew me down with him as he sat back down in my computer chair. I ended up in his lap with his big hands covering nearly all of my face. My breathing was slowing, and with the decreased amount of oxygen getting into my system, my head was starting to clear as well. And I instantly became aware of the fact that I really was sitting in Uncle Joe's lap with his hands over my face! His hands, that still smelled faintly of dope... and cock! I could have let another panic attack come on, but I clamped a mental hand down on myself and told myself No. He wasn't to know I could still smell the odours of the dope he had been smoking earlier or the scent of his cock and the pre-cum from it as well. He wasn't to know that the scent of it was making my pussy spasm and my clit ache, particularly because I could feel the soft swell of his cock under that sweet spot of my groin, that wasn't quite butt, but wasn't quite pussy, you know that little spongy piece of flesh right between the two holes? I noticed his forearms. They ran along my chest, each one pressed firmly against one of my breasts as his palms cupped my chin, his fingertips resting across the bridge of my nose. I felt my nipples pull tight as I became aware of the heat of his body against my back, his warm breath; and his lips so near to my ear as I closed my eyes and sucked in another deep breath. I slumped forward into his hands still dizzy, and felt his arms tighten to hold me secure. The smell was intoxicating, driving me to distraction as I felt my pelvic muscles pull up and clench tight in arousal against his lap. I thought I heard the most miniscule groan sound in my ear. I slid my hands along Uncle Joe's arms and cupped them over the top his hands on my face and I think a small whine may have escaped me as I felt his cock twitch and begin to grow beneath my already aching pussy. It was a perfect moment, one of those instants in time where everything just happens; just falls into place and feels oh so right... so perfect that you just have to lean forward... and do something stupid to ruin it! I blame it on the excessive amount of oxygen in my system which made me feel giddy and increased the sexual tension I was feeling. But as I leant into his hands I groaned and rolled my pussy down against his crotch. I heard his sharp intake of breath in my ear followed by soft groan as I felt his arms tighten a fraction against my body. His breath was hot against my ear and for a slit second I felt his warm lips gently glide across my lobe so softly they felt like silk, his nose nuzzling the upper ridges of my ear as well. Then with my hands over his, I opened my mouth a little wider and let my tongue snake out and slowly lick along the join of his hands. God I nearly came on the spot, as instantly I tasted the acrid tang of smoke and the bitter sweet taste of cock and cum. But as I said... stupid! I heard Uncle Joe's pained curse, as he expelled an urgent breath in my ear. I felt his thighs bunch beneath mine, his arms tighten against me more and his whole body tensed up. I thought he was going to grind his pelvis up into me, rub his cock against my quickly moistening pussy, and in a way he did. But not in the way I wanted; as sadly I felt his legs shift and then I shifted and all of a sudden we were standing. He yanked his hands away from me and stepped back, nearly falling over the chair in the process. He stumbled briefly and fumbled to set it right, then quickly stood and took another step back. I shakily turned to look at him, guilt and confusion written all over my face. His face was flushed and panicked and I could see a sizable bulge in the front of his shorts, but he didn't give me a chance to make anything of it. "Ah, I'll come back later when you're at school and finish this off." He told me talking fast, before turning and practically running out of my room. I stood there stupefied for a moment, not quite comprehending what had just happened. But once events caught up and resynced with my mind I let out the breath I didn't know I'd been holding. In a daze I stepped back and sank onto the edge of my bed. The full realization of what I'd just done hit me, and I felt that hot knot of twisted up, confusing feelings settle at the top of my stomach. And the only thing I could do was say 'Oh Crap!' out loud. I sat there for a while, brushing my spent tears away and contemplating what my next move should be. What was I going to do? Well I was going to behave myself that's what I was going to do. No more of this shit. What I was doing was wrong, what I was feeling was wrong! I told myself. But a tiny voice inside my head kept contradicting me saying, why is it wrong? If it feels so good how can it be wrong? I kicked that little voice down into submission. Nothing like that was ever going to happen again. I swore it! Yanking myself back out of my head, and noting the time I grabbed my stuff and headed back to school. When I got home later that evening, I went straight up to my room. I threw my stuff on the bed and sat down at my computer. I punched the space bar and waited for the screen to wake up. In the centre of my desktop was a new text file simply labelled, 'Charlie'. I knew then that Uncle Joe had come back as promised. I glanced quickly around the room thinking about what he might have done in here on his own? What he might have touched? Then shook myself and forced my attention back to the computer and the file. Thinking about such things as that was just asking for trouble. And I wanted to avoid trouble. I clicked on the file and immediately it asked for a password to access it. I chewed on my bottom lip. Why would Uncle Joe password protect it? Then thinking about what happened earlier in the day I got it. So then what password would he choose? And why would he think that I would know it? It had to be obvious to both of us didn't it? And the only obvious one I could think of was his nickname for me. I punched in 'Charlie Bird' ... 'Access Denied'. I sat back, 'Okay', so not that obvious then? I thought about the afternoon. It could have been any number of terms or phrases. I tried a few: weed, dope, pool, I even tried; porn and shit for brains. But each time it came up 'Access Denied.' I was starting to get frustrated when the last little bit of the afternoon flashed through my memory. I typed in 'Promise' and the file popped open on my screen. It was merely a little note, detailing what he'd done to my computer. Nothing that warranted a password I thought. But then; I happened to notice the word count and page numbers and realised there had to be more text further down. I scrolled down five pages but eventually I found it. It was another note, this one a little more private and worthy of a password. For the most part it reiterated what he'd written above, although he detailed the specifics of the programs he'd installed and what they would do to protect my system. He also mentioned that if I was going to go surfing for porn again that I had to avoid certain sites and never ever click on anything that popped up, otherwise I risked a repeat performance of my system crashing. It then went on with detailed instructions on how I should clear out my cache and history before taking it to a tech if it ever happened again and he wasn't there to fix it. Then as an added bonus, he left me a PS. It read: Charlie, I just wanted to let you know that I never looked and I promise that your secret is safe with me. I also promise that I will never tell anyone about what happened this afternoon. I hope you won't either. It was just one of those things; when everything kind of comes together and in the heat of the moment, things just happen. I'm sorry I upset you so much and I hope you are feeling better. Joe. The fact that he hadn't penned 'Uncle' in there was not lost on me. Whether consciously done or not, it marked a turning point in our relationship. I looked at it for a while longer and then shut it down. Cutting it from the desktop I hid it in my private folder where I kept my journal, then forced myself to get on with my homework. I didn't see Uncle Joe again until the night of the party. He was lying low I guess, not even hanging out by the pool. I was kind of disappointed, but understood why he was doing it. I should have been doing the same, not constantly hoping to catch a glimpse of him or accidently run into him. But as it was, our paths didn't cross until the party was nearly over. The evening was well underway. There were about fifty people, all family and very close friends of Daddy's in attendance. The backyard had been transformed into something soft and intimate with tiki torches and round lanterns hung about the place. A stringed quartet was playing under the gazebo and a marquis had been set up with tables and chairs. Dinner had been a formal affair and speeches ensued thereafter, long and boring. Now though the atmosphere was relaxed and wait-staff slipped between the crowd, wine, champagne and spirits freely flowing. Daddy was standing at the centre of a crowd basking in all the attention. Mom had really gone all out on this one figuring you only turned fifty once. I had managed to dodge TJ for most of the evening. But Uncle Joe had managed to dodge me too. I'd spotted him once at the start of the evening, sitting at a far table and hadn't seen him since. So I was feeling kind of, not neglected, but kind of disappointed and lonely as I stood leaning against the railing of the gazebo listening to the quartet play soft chamber music. I was lost in my head, daydreaming about nothing in particular and just enjoying the music, when I felt pudgy fingers pinch my elbow hard, making me jump. I yanked my elbow away and cried out angrily. "Ow!" "Hey Cuuuz." TJ drawled thinking my pain was amusing. I just barely stopped the all out sneer my face wanted to jerk into, seeing that TJ had finally cornered me. I suppose I could have just turned and walked away, but mom had told me to be on my best behaviour tonight, and to be nice to TJ. Yeah right, like that was ever gonna happen. Still, I behaved and tried not to cause a scene. I looked at my cousin and I didn't quite manage to stop my lip from curling back as I said his name. "Terrance." Charlie and Uncle Joe I watched him scowl. He hated being called that, much preferring his acronym, thinking that is set him apart from his dad. However, TJ was the spitting image of his father, fat, sweaty, with squinty little eyes that were always leering and made my skin crawl. "What ya doing?" He wheedled, trying to make small talk. I wasn't in the mood to be gracious and so my answers were somewhat clipped. "Nothing." "Did you hear I got a new car for being in the top five percent in my class this year?" He asked. "Good for you." I replied not really interested. I was trying my hardest not to give him an opening so he'd lose interest and bugger off. "You should come over one time and I'll, ah... take you for a ride." His smile was leering. Was it just me or was he making innuendo's? "Ahhhh... I think not." I said dismissively, the thought abhorrent to me. "Geez Charlotte why've you gotta be such a bitch?" TJ insulted using my full name as pay back. "I don't know Terrance, why've you gotta be such a dick?" I countered. TJ reached forward faster than I thought he could move and before I could react, pinched me hard on the elbow again. "Ow!" I cried jerking away once more. "Touch me again Terrance...!" I warned. TJ laughed and rolled his lip back in a sneer. "And what?" He said; his voice mocking and mean. "And they'll never find the body." Uncle Joe's low, angry voice sounded from behind him. TJ spun around and instantly his demeanour changed to one of solicitation. "Uncle Joe! Hi, I didn't see you there." "No you didn't. But I saw you. And if I catch you anywhere near Charlie again I'll break your fucking fingers. Now piss off." TJ blanched and didn't wait to be told twice. He quickly hobbled away, his fat body wobbling as he went. TJ was a bully; it was alright when he had the upper hand over someone smaller than him. But as soon as he was faced with someone bigger and tougher, well like all bullies he was a chicken at heart! "Thanks." I said once TJ was out of ear shot, rubbing my arm, trying not to stare at Uncle Joe. Joe was still staring after TJ, his demeanour tense. "Little asshole." He growled before turning his attention back to me. He reached over and ran his hand down my arm, his thumb rubbing against the area TJ had pinched. "Are you okay?" I nodded silently. I glanced down at my hands and picked nervously at the quicks. "Yeah I'm good." I said and then shivered as fire burned across my skin where Uncle Joe touched me. He let go of my arm. "Does that happen often?" He asked staring hard at me. It took me a moment to realise he was referring to what had taken place between me and TJ and not the way my body was reacting to his touch. He glanced towards the way TJ had taken off and then back to me. I shrugged, "Only when he can't get the better of me." I saw Uncle Joe's jaw clench tight. "I should go kick his ass the little punk. Teach him some fucking manners." I huffed through my nose. "I doubt whether the lesson would stick." Uncle Joe just looked at me some more. I could tell from his body language that he was really pissed off. The last thing he needed was an incident, hell the last thing I needed was an incident, so I thought I'd better try to calm him down. I gave him a half smile and shrugged again trying to ease the tension. "While an ass whoopin' always sounds like a good idea, he's not really worth the aggravation, Uncle. But thank you. I probably would have ended up with a few more bruises on my arm if you hadn't come along. Besides I think you scared the shit out of him and I doubt he'll leave his mommy's side for the rest of the night." I took a half step closer to him and turned, leaning back against the balustrade that was between us. I tried to focus my attention on the musicians but glanced sideways at him. Joe stepped forward and leaned his elbows on the top of the railing, his shoulder just barely touching mine, his elbow near mine. He held his drink between his hands, rolling the glass in his palms. I glanced at him furtively and saw a smile on his lips as he watched the musicians too. "You're probably right." He said and then added as an afterthought. "Now see, if I'd been allowed to have a smoke this afternoon, I'd be all peace, love and mung beans right about now. Not ready to tear some little jerk's head off his shoulders." He half joked; glancing back the way TJ had gone. I gave him a half smile. "Well I'm glad you didn't break your promise. Otherwise you'd be trying to stop me from doing the same to him, or maybe dragging his drowned carcass out of the pool." I told him looking over at the pool nearby. At that he chuckled and nudged me with his elbow. "Why do I believe you when you say that?" "Because we're both water babies and can hold our breath for a really long time?" I joked. I was so nervous I didn't know what I was saying, though I knew it sounded lame. I could feel little tremors of excitement flashing through my stomach, churning it up so badly I felt like I might be sick. He chuckled again. "You may be right." He said; then still looking ahead, added in such a low voice I thought I was hearing things. "You look beautiful tonight, Charlie Bird." I blushed with pleasure at the compliment. I was wearing a pale lilac, silk and chiffon baby doll dress that was tailored to fall 'A' line from the waist to just above my knees. It had a gathered bodice and spaghetti strings, and I had on little strappy sandal heels. "Thanks." I said with a smile only half looking at him. "You clean up nice too." And he so did. I think it was the first time I had ever seen him in a suit. Well half a suit. He was wearing tailored dress pants that were snug and emphasized how great his legs and butt were... and showed off the bulge really well too! A tailored white shirt cut in to accentuate his 'V' line, from broad shoulders to trim stomach and waist and it contrasted nicely against his tan skin. He also wore a pale blue tie, done in a double Windsor that sliced down the centre and broke up the assembly of clothes quite nicely. His hair was still scraggly, but artfully so, looking clean and shiny. He was freshly shaven, his sharp features sleek and polished. I'd never seen him looking so clean cut, so yum! And oh god he smelled like heaven, in a half suit! A subtle spicy cologne wafted delicately from him driving my senses wild. It was like sea salt and sex and God it was maddening, I wanted to turn around, mash my lips against his and shove my tongue down his throat. But I knew I couldn't... more I knew I shouldn't! As much as I wanted it too; it was never going to happen. I swallowed; my throat suddenly dry, my heart beating fast. I'd never really seen him dressed in anything other than painfully casual attire, and hence I had never really seen him as a part of the family because he went against the grain so much. But tonight, well tonight that all changed, for the first time ever, my Uncle Joe, looked like he belonged in the Gregory family, and sweet mother if that didn't make me want him more! "Thanks." He replied as he took a swig from his glass. He kept his glass raised, just in front of his face as he laid his left arm along the top of the railing and tucked his hand in front of his right elbow, where it too rested on the rail... right near my left arm. I didn't give his movement a seconds thought, that was until I felt the backs of his knuckles as they brushed oh so lightly against the back of my arm. It was so light, so glancing, that I wasn't sure if he'd done it on purpose or by accident. I swallowed again, my heart thudding in my chest as I felt excitement swell in me. Instantly I felt that pulse centre between my thighs and this time, I did squeeze my legs together to counteract the ache. He used two fingers, and his touch was so light I felt my body tingle all over. He flicked a look over his shoulder, blocking the view of his hand from the rear. And when I felt his fingers stroke back up my arm, there could be no mistaking his intent. I shivered. He turned back towards me, using that movement to bring his head closer to my shoulder and as he shifted I felt his warm breath sear across my skin before I heard him inhale deeply. He kept turning, dropping his hands away from me before straightening up, until he had his back to me. He scanned the crowd for a short time before leaning his hips back against the balustrade and casually crossed his legs as he dropped his gaze to stare into his glass held before him. "Enjoying the night so far Charlie Bird?" He asked softly, his voice only the tiniest bit strained. "For the most part." I told him just as softly, breathlessly, as I resolutely stared at the band. In my peripheral I saw him nod. "I'm glad you came over when you did though." He "hmmed" ambiguously as his head came up and he took another drink. "How's your night been? Not too bad I hope." I asked recalling his words from the other day. He casually dropped his left elbow down on the rail, which skewed his body towards me. Now when he spoke, he tilted his head a little as he turned it to face me, which brought it close enough I could feel his breath on my neck. He snorted derisively. "It's going great." His sarcasm was rich. "Guess we're in the same boat there huh?" "The Family giving you a hard time?" I queried sympathetically, trying to remain calm. "Nothing I can't handle." He answered wearily then added, "although my tongue's sore from all the times I've had to bite it." I huffed through my nose, "Aww diddums! Want me to kiss it better for you?" I told him in my bitchy, 'toughen up princess' voice I used with my friends when they were complaining about something silly. Not that Uncle Joe's situation was silly, but it was almost an automated response, hardwired into my teenage makeup and meant to make fun of the person... I realised it was totally inappropriate as soon as I'd said it. I blushed so hard I wanted to die. I swallowed and stammered out an apology. "Sorry! ... I ... sorry I ... didn't mean it like that." I turned my head away from him in embarrassment. Uncle Joe's chuckle was just the tiniest bit strained. "It's okay I get it. I should stop acting like a little bitch and man up huh?" I looked back at him and pulled an apologetic face. "Sorry." "Forget about it." Uncle Joe told me with a wink and a half smile that set my heart fluttering again. "I should have come and found you earlier. My night might have been a hell of a lot better if I had." His words had been soft and I didn't want to read too much into them, but I was sure there was more meaning behind them than the obvious. I grew quiet as I looked at him, my breath quickening fractionally as he stared back, his eyes sparkling, teasing. I shivered and looked away again, my nipples aching and pulling tight against the silk of my bodice. I shifted slightly simply changing the leg I placed my weight on, and felt my shoulder and arm come into contact with Uncle Joe's. I chewed on my bottom lip nervously, my tongue licking at it inside my mouth as I wondered what would happen next. The silence between us was almost deafening. I picked at my cuticles nervously as I tried to keep my gaze centred on the quartet and not Uncle Joe. Uncle Joe on the other hand made it look way too easy. He was scanning the crowd, and looked as though he didn't have a care in the world. Perhaps it was just me, perhaps I was reading too much into his light caress and soft words, the look in his eyes. My stomach was still churning, my pulse was erratic and it felt like I was being scalded where Uncle Joe's shoulder touched mine. I could feel a warm flush travelling across my entire body as everything kind of ganged up on me again. His appearance, his chivalry, his aftershave, God but most of all; just his presence and that light touch of his shoulder against mine... it was so hot, exciting, intoxicating! My whole body throbbed with need, so intense that my stomach fluttered terribly and made me feel sick again. I needed to break the silence that had gathered around us, before I passed out from sheer longing and holding my breath. The tension between us was palpable, well at least it was to me, and all it did was make me think of sex. Which in turn got me thinking about how this whole incident started, right here, in this very gazebo. Was fate trying to tell me something? The image of Uncle Joe's hand, lazily stroking along his large, hard cock suddenly filled my mind, and I could almost see his ghostly image superimposed over the area where the small orchestral band sat. I clenched my jaw tight as I just managed to cut off the small whine of sexual longing at the back of my throat. I felt the muscles of Uncle Joe's arm bunch tight against my arm. Oh God, he'd heard it. I glanced his way and saw his jaw muscles knotted and the chord in his neck snapped taut. Was he thinking about that too? Was he remembering what I'd seen him doing out here? That in turn made my mind jump to my bedroom, his arms around me, his hands over my face, smelling of the very cock I was picturing in my mind not a second ago. Sitting in his lap; feeling that cock under me, swelling, filling with blood and lust because of me. Was he thinking of that, remembering? Another small whine escaped me and I think I heard a low growl issue from Uncle Joe as his head flicked sideways and our eyes met once more. My knees turned to water! I saw raw lust in his green eyes, a hard edge to his look that said he wanted nothing more than to tear my clothes off and eat me alive right then! I could hear his breathing, heavy and fast, just like mine, excited, aching! I swallowed. Oh God, my brain just would not switch off. Images and sensations flooded in on me as we stared at each other. I remembered so vividly the feel of his body pressed against mine, his hot breath in my ear, his soft words. His groan as I rolled my pussy against him. The way his arms felt pressed against my breasts, his lips against my ear, what his skin tasted like when I'd licked his hand! My poor little pussy was aching so badly by now my panties were saturated. The throb was hot and demanding and even squeezing my thighs hard together wasn't helping any more. All I could think about was Uncle Joe and how much I wanted him; and if given half the chance I would beg him to fuck me and take my virginity. I wanted him so badly my body was physically leaning towards him without my consent, our faces so close together. Oh man, it was all too much, too much! I could feel my heart thudding and my breath shallow. I had to pull myself into line before I had another attack! Or before I did something much worse! I tore my eyes away, took a deep breath and stood up straight, breaking the contact between us. I felt my whole body give a shudder as I came out of the spell and took another tiny step away from Uncle Joe. Uncle Joe did the same, standing straight and taking a deep breath before he threw back the last of his drink. I watched him give his head a little shake as if to clear it and then without looking at me said roughly, "I need another drink." I said nothing as he moved off quickly, disappearing from my sight as he rounded the shrubbery. I shivered again and pulled myself together before I too left the gazebo and the memories behind. I didn't see Uncle Joe again after that. I spent that last hour of the evening saying good bye to some of Daddy's friends. Friends he wanted me to meet due to them being on the Board at the college I wanted to attend. When I could finally politely excuse myself from that duty, I said good night and vanished into my room. I locked the door. I wanted to be alone. I wanted... well I really didn't know what I wanted just then. I was confused and agitated. My stomach was still fluttery and my emotions jumbled. I couldn't quite wrap my head around wanting my Uncle Joe the way I did. But I couldn't deny that's what my body wanted. Every time I thought of him I would feel that tingle in my clit and my nipples would pull tight. I was walking a tightrope of arousal and I was close to falling off. I needed to take my mind off of Joe. I needed a distraction. I sat down at the computer. I didn't really think it was that wise to be surfing porn so soon after he'd fixed my system, but – we do what we must to get off. And I really needed to get off! To my thinking, if I could alleviate this ache in me, this sexual arousal, then perhaps I could finally put all this business behind me. Perhaps! The desktop came up and on it was a notification that I had new mail. I figured while I was here I may as well check emails first, who knew maybe that would take my mind off things. Who knew... maybe I would be wrong!? As I opened my emails, my heart gave a little lurch as the first thing I noted was the name 'J.P. Gregory' in my inbox. It had come through forty-one minutes ago and was at the top of the list to be read. I took a deep breath as I felt my stomach churn. I was too frightened to open it. What if it was a scathing rebuff, a note to say it was nothing, that I was playing a stupid game and shouldn't be thinking such things, that I needed to grow up and stop imagining things that didn't exist? But what's worse... what if it wasn't? What was I supposed to do then? I swallowed, staring at the email like it was some kind of monster, some worded, angry monster that was going to jump up and destroy me. I left it unopened. I shut down the browser and pushed back from the desk. I paced about the room, all the while worriedly wringing my hands. I was torn. What was I supposed to do? I kicked off my shoes as I padded back and forth across the floor of my room, nervously chewing on a fingernail. The fact of the matter came down to this – did I really want to know either way what Joe thought about everything that was happening? I stopped pacing and thought about it. Did I really want to know? The answer was: Yes. I came back to the computer and sank into my chair. Bringing up the email program I opened my inbox. There it sat, the most important email I'd ever had in my young life; staring at me, egging me to open it and find out what it said. Temptation or Devastation? I took a deep breath, my palms sweaty as I grasped the mouse. I swallowed and quickly clicked on Uncle Joe's name before I could second guess myself again. The email opened up and I closed my eyes for a moment, gathering myself. With a sense of excited dread in the pit of my stomach, I opened my eyes and read: Charlie Bird... God how do I find the words!? How do I start this right? How do I put this in a way that will not only explain things properly but also not scare you? How do I put this, so as not to sound like some sick prick, some lecherous fool with eyes on a prize that he shouldn't even be looking at? How do I tell you... ask you... if you know... if you have any idea what it is you're doing to me? Oh God, I thought, that means he feels the same as me right? Yesterday... When you caught me beside the pool, I was so embarrassed I could've died – you seeing what you did of me, seeing me exposed like that, in both senses; it was not something I am proud of. I was scared too, scared that you would use that against me, you could have you know? I half expected it; it's what our family does best. But I was surprised, maybe suspiciously so that all you wanted from me was my promise not to do it again while I was here. I admit I didn't really believe you. I thought you were joking. And yet you were so cool about everything and I mean everything; brushed it aside like it was nothing out of the ordinary, didn't hold it against me like so many others would. Hell afterwards you even offered to make me a sandwich! Though I knew you were being sarcastic. That made me think, you know, like you weren't cut from the same cloth as the rest of the family. That maybe you were a little like me.