Bad Uncle

by Jordan Silver

  Her latest texts had left me more confused than ever. Especially when she started joking that she would be my girlfriend after my last one walked out when her attempt to get me to marry her failed. She said a few other things over time that made me stand up and take notice, but I was always left guessing as to her true intentions.

  Now here I am, not sure if I should go in there or not. Maybe I should leave and see her another time. I could always send her a ticket to anywhere she wanted to go. But she had drawn me here. I could say it was because she looked like her mom at that age, the age she was when she left me broken hearted, but the truth was Elaine had never been half the beauty Noel is.

  Noel was dark and exotic where her mom was light and fairy-like. Yes some of their features were similar, like around the eyes and lips, but that’s where the resemblance ended. From what I’d learned of her so far, Noel was more of a woman than her mom would ever be. She had character and honesty going for her. She was also a horrible flirt with just a hint of the submissive in her. It was a heady combination.

  Still, she probably had no idea of the affect her flirting and those sexy little pictures she kept sending me had on me. She did have an innocence about her that was rare in this day, that’s why I was never quite sure if she was teasing me on purpose, or if it was just that southern belle thing.

  Then I started testing her, subtly of course. I wasn’t sure back then where I wanted this thing to go, wasn’t even sure what ‘this’ was. Whether she knew it or not, she was a natural submissive. I picked that up by our third or fourth conversation. I love submissive women. Nothing gets me harder than a woman who wants me to take her over completely. Who lets her man be just that and take care of her every need.

  I didn’t ask her to do anything as trite as sending me naked pictures of herself, but I did push her a little beyond her comfort zone and she obeyed each time. Only fanning the flames already simmering inside.

  I never made her obedience a condition of me accepting her invitation, and she never did guess at what I was doing, which made it all the harder to resist coming after her. She just naturally wanted to please me and went out of her way to show it. Only time would tell if it was just part of a ruse to get me to take her out of here or if she really did want what her words sometimes hinted at.

  Whatever her reasons, there was no denying that I came here tonight caught between two minds. If she weren’t so young I would go after her full bore, but I couldn’t forget that she was a young girl who’d reached out to me for help. It’s not her fault that I wanted to fuck her until I slated the lust she’d awakened in me. Or was it?

  3

  Mark

  I stepped out into the cool night air and braced myself for what I was about to walk into. I’d told her not to tell anyone that I was coming, that was part of the reason I never gave her a definite answer. I made it all the way to the door before I realized I’d left her gift in the backseat of the car; but chose not to turn back. I’ll grab it later.

  Inside the room was well lit and packed from one end to the next with teenagers and overdressed parents. I’d settled on a white button down with the first few buttons left undone and a light summer suit instead of a tux. It was my first fuck you to the snobs I knew would be in attendance tonight. I well remember the country club set, who’d never let a young boy forget he wasn’t one of them.

  There were quite a few stares and some people even stopped in their tracks, all of which I ignored. It wasn’t long before the whispers started but it was as though they weren’t there. I’d expected no less and was well prepared for it. It’s the reason I didn’t go to the ceremony. The kid deserved to have a good memory of graduation day after all.

  I saw her at about the same time she saw me. Her pictures didn’t do her justice. She was damn near perfect, five-one, slender and petite, with a body on the cusp of womanhood. Her jet-black hair had a glossy shine that showed under the light as it swirled around her face in the pixie cut she preferred. Her eyes as she left her friends and made her way across the room to me were wide pools of darkness and her skin so unlike her mom’s, was brushed by the sun. Elaine had always been pale.

  “Uncle Mark, you made it.” She took my hands excitedly and her eyes glowed.

  “I said I would.” I took her in, not believing the rush I got from just that innocent touch of hands. I’d spent my life, keeping people out, holding everyone at arm’s length. She just invaded my space without a thought. No sense of danger; innocent.

  I squeezed her hands and turned to look around the room where more than a few people were staring at us. I saw my so-called brother and his wife, the woman who was supposed to have been mine and was surprised when I felt nothing. They on the other hand were obviously pissed and trying not to show it.

  I’d always imagined this first meeting being a much more fiery event with fists and words flying. Back then there was still the old pent up anger and frustrations and the memories of whatever horrors I’d faced at the hands of the people here. Now my only interest was in the young girl in front of me.

  There was a slight tremble in her hands and her cheeks were flushed, but there was no mistaking the chemistry. There was an unmistakable electric current running from me to her and back. I studied her under lowered lids so as not to give myself away. Elevated breathing, a wild pulse in her wrist, and hard nipples.

  We stood there amidst the noise of the party just holding each other’s hands, not saying anything. It was as if those texts back and forth all those months had been the foreplay and now we’d reached the main event. “I’m so glad you’re here uncle Mark.” It was the way she said it, the look in her eyes. There was something there all right. Still I held back.

  My hesitation stemmed more from who and what we were supposed to be to each other than anything else. It was one thing to imagine seducing her, and quite another to be standing face to face with the little innocent who for all I know could see me as nothing more than an uncle, flirtatious texts not withstanding.

  From the moment she peaked my interest, I knew that my taking her would go much deeper, much farther than just two people fucking. Somehow I instinctively knew that crossing the line with this particular girl would be different to anything I’d done before. It was the familial aspect. Though not in the habit of using and abusing women, I also never hung around longer than it took to scratch an itch. I was sure that with her, I wouldn’t be able to just walk away, move on to someone else.

  I’d never really given serious thought to settling down, not yet. But Noel made me ask myself those questions. While I spent the last few weeks testing her, I’d also been looking at myself. I’ve been attracted to women before and nothing came of it. I wasn’t that led by my libido that I had to bed every woman I found attractive, but there was something about my ‘niece’, something innately different.

  There were a thousand aspects to look at. I questioned whether I wanted to fuck her to get back at her parents, or if I was truly attracted to her. The answer was a mix of the two. I knew her parents would lose their shit if I took her to my bed and in the beginning I must admit that did give me a thrill. But later, the more we interacted, the more I got to see the sweet girl behind the hidden words, I begun to feel something more.

  With that new realization I had to change my thinking. Because of who she was, there was no way I could use and discard her. But could I fight my attraction to her? Could I walk away leaving her unscathed and just be the uncle she’d come looking for? Everything inside me fought against that, and now that she was standing here before me, I knew I wanted her.

  But could one so young handle what I would ask of her? Would she be able to be what I need her to be or would she too betray in the end? It was by no means an easy question. But when I drew her closer there on the edge of the dance floor, her breath sped up, her hands trembled and there was unmistakable hunger in her eyes.

  My mind was in turmoil. The responsible side of me warred with the man who wanted to bed her.
It would be so easy to seduce her, just a touch in the right place or a word whispered in her ear and I would have her eating out of my hand. But if that were not what she wanted it could be disastrous. I would be no better than the rest of them, not giving any thought to her wishes, her wants.

  I guess I was having the same problem I’ve been having since the thought of having her under me first entered my mind. The question of whether I should show up here tonight as a concerned uncle, or as the man who’d become enthralled by her.

  Now as I look at her innocent beauty I find myself leaning more towards taking her to my bed than playing the long lost uncle. My cock seemed to like the idea because he hadn’t stopped throbbing like a sore tooth since she took my hands.

  I’m not ashamed to say that after the second or third picture I’d started planning her seduction. Between the hot beauty-shots in nothing more than her bikini or some other scrap of cloth that barely hid anything, and the sometimes, borderline sexual texts, it was hard not to develop an interest.

  Once I’d dealt with the question of my familial obligation and decided that I wouldn’t be breaking any moral code by taking her to my bed, I’d started thinking of ways to achieve that. She didn’t help matters with her flirtations, keeping me on the edge, something else that had never happened to me before. I always went into a situation knowing how it would end. Maybe that was my problem here. I didn’t yet know where this was going. For the first time I couldn’t see the end of the road.

  Her flirtations may have been innocent, but there was nothing innocent about what I planned to do to her. The only question is how hard was she going to make me work for it. I knew there was no way I’d force her, instead I’d let her come to me on her own.

  If she were interested, if she showed even the slightest weakness towards me, I’d fuck her before the night was over. I see no point in waiting. Like I said, the texts had been a buildup of sorts to whatever was going to happen between us. If it turns out she truly was just being a flirt, then I’d try my best to be the uncle she seemed to need at this time in her life. I was hoping though that that wasn’t the case.

  I never asked myself why her, why go there? But now that I was here surrounded by old memories and hurts, I couldn’t avoid the question any longer. Was I trying to get back at her parents by seducing their precious daughter? Was I the kind of man who could hurt an innocent for someone else’s past sins? I didn’t think so. But when lust is involved shit tends to get murky.

  I’ve long known that I wasn’t in love with her mother and never really had been. I know now that had I loved her, I would’ve fought with everything I had to keep her. I’d also learned to appreciate the fact that I’d seen who she really was before I’d done anything as stupid as marry her.

  As for my ‘brother’ there was still a lot of resentment there, but as I grew I had come to realize that he was just a product of his environment. Sure there could be an argument that had he known right from wrong he wouldn’t have done and said the things he did. But he had been fed that shit as a kid by his own parents no less.

  Maybe I could’ve given him a break this late in life had he not carried on being an insufferable asshole whose own teenage daughter was now trying to get away from her own life to escape him and his bullshit. Which brought me right back to square one. Noel, and what was right for her. My cock already knew the answer, my heart and mind was still trying to figure it out.

  “I’m glad I’m here too sweetheart.” I ran my finger down her soft cheek. More because I couldn’t seem to help myself than as a show for anyone who might be watching, as I’m sure they all were. It was then I realized what a very brave girl my niece was. It took guts to do what she did, knowing what she knew about the rift. I hadn’t hidden anything from her, though someone else had already filled her in pretty well.

  4

  Mark

  When I left my thoughts behind and tuned back into her, I saw that she was nervous as hell. She was putting up a brave front, but I could feel the slight shiver in her tiny form. Her vulnerability touched me and I had the strongest urge to wrap my arms around her and tell her it was going to be okay. I guess she was now realizing the enormity of what my being here meant. What the last few months had been leading up to.

  “Don’t look so scared. I won’t let anything hurt you.” That smile, the way she came to me when I pulled her into my chest. She didn’t even seem to remember that there were others here. “You sure are making it hard little Noel.” Or easy, depending on which way you look at it. She started to ask what I meant but I sidetracked her. Not yet.

  “Let’s dance.” I whispered in her ear making sure to let my lips brush her sensitive flesh. I got just the reaction I was hoping for. I saw movement out the corner of my eye and ignored her parents as I took her to the dance floor, where a soft melody was just beginning.

  I held her close enough to feel the cushiony softness of her young firm breasts pressed into my chest. One hand rested at the very top of her ass where the small of her back curved and the other went around her nape.

  It was a classic dominant move that I doubted any of the stuffed shirts in the room would recognize.

  I was testing her, watching for her reaction to the intimate closeness here in front of everyone. I pushed one of my legs between hers as we swayed to the music and heard the breath whoosh out of her. Her pussy was hot on my leg. I could feel her through my slacks and her dress. My temperature rose at the thought of her being bare under her dress. But a covert move of the hand over her ass revealed that she was wearing a thong. Damn!

  I never took my eyes off hers and watched as her pupils dilated and the pulse in her throat beat erratically. The strum of the music beat in my blood adding to the excitement. She felt amazing in my arms. At six two I’d never dated anyone shorter than five nine. I didn’t know what I was missing. Instead of being awkward, we fit together perfectly. Her diminutive size made me think of spinning her on my cock as I fucked her standing up with her little ass in my hands.

  I ran my thumb up and down her back slowly and drew her in even closer. My nostrils flared when the scent of her heat reached me as I held her eyes with mine. I gritted my teeth and scented the air, looking around beneath lowered lids for any other male in the vicinity. Her pussy was wet and I could smell her. I didn’t want any of the young bucks in the room catching her scent.

  “You feel amazing Noel. Where did you learn to dance so well?” Her eyes followed my lips as the words fell. I was trying to distract her from what was going on inside her body as I seduced her on the dance floor. I’d felt the tension in her like a coil ready to snap. If she came on my leg swear to fuck I’d drag her to the nearest dark corner, lift the hem of her little flirty dress and do her right here.

  “You’re kidding right. You do remember our family. I’ve been taking lessons since I was four or five.” Her voice was strained, a dead giveaway of her heightened senses. So far she hadn’t flinched or shown even an ounce of discomfort. Not even when I teased the fingertip of the other hand along her nape. So far so good, but now for the real test!

  I upped the game by drawing her in closer until I was sure she could feel the weight and length of my rod pressed tight against her middle. When she didn’t pull back from my hard cock poking into her but instead looked up at me with wondering eyes, I knew I had her. I flexed my cock, making it thump against her and when her eyes widened in shock I just smiled down at her.

  She bit her lip and fought to hold my gaze. I could see that innocence fighting with her need to be a grown up who could handle me. I scrawled a pattern on her back with my fingertip, round and round in circles until her breathing escalated and there was a slight flush to her cheeks.

  The next few seconds would tell me once and for all if those teasing little texts she shot me coming on to the end were just a game. I let my other hand drop lower on the plump globe of her ass and squeezed before going back to a decent place in the small of her back.

  I didn’t
say a word, just let her feel me and enjoyed the slight tremble in her limbs. Very telling. For the next two songs I held her spellbound as I seduced her right there on the dance floor where her friends and family stood watching.

  I got a sick sense of satisfaction knowing that the rest of our ‘family’ were looking on helplessly while I stole their prize right before their eyes. “Is he here?”

  I knew why she was trying to run away from them. She’d finally broken down and told me after skirting around the issue for the first few months after our initial contact. She wanted to take a Gap Year and tour Europe before going off to college. They wanted her to marry the son of an elite family most likely to replenish the coffers my dear brother had diminished. She shook her head slowly and her hand squeezed mine.

  “How much longer do you need to be here?” She seemed mesmerized by my lips since her eyes never left them. My question broke her out of the spell and she looked up at me.

  “Um, about another hour. Then I was going to…”

  “Change of plans. I’ve got something I want to show you.” I saw her dad making his way towards us as the song came to an end and released her. “I’ll see you soon.” I brushed my lips across her cheek and blew on her ear. “Go play with your friends.”

  “What’re you doing here?” Roy reached me just as she walked off to return to her friends. “Hello brother, nice to see you too.” I accepted a glass of champagne from a waiter who was making the rounds.

  “Forget all that, what are you doing here? Why now, why tonight?” He was trying to play it tough but we both knew he was no match for me.

  “That’s easy, I was invited.”

  “By who?”

  “By whom, and the answer is your daughter.”