"Time to go, my babies!" Tillie knelt in front of the closet and scooped up one bouncing ferret. Tucking him into the carrier, she slid the door back and heard an indignant squeaking noise. "Poor little Trina, got your foot stuck in the slide again?" Working carefully, Tillie dislodged the small creature's foot, before scooping her up and tucking her in the carrier with Sam.
"Do you have your furry little rats, yet?"
"They are not rats, uncle Roger." Tillie sniffed. "They are FERRETS, as I keep reminding you."
"Ferret, rat, no difference."
"Hmph."
"Ready to go see Jackson?"
Tillie turned to her father. "Oh, I can't wait." She shuffled the carrier into a more comfortable position. "I haven't seen him since I was twelve. He sent me that silly pony card for my eighteenth birthday last year." She giggled.
"He probably thinks you're still twelve." Johnny snuffed out his cigarette. "Aight, let's go."
Together the three of them rode in the limo to the airport. Tillie kept taking each ferret out of the carrier to give it a cuddle. "Don't worry my babies, we'll have the BEST time. You'll see." Arriving at the airport, Tillie locked the carrier and handed them over for inspection.
"Any other carry on?" A bored employee eyed the creatures with some suspicion.
"Nope, just these two." She smiled. "All of my luggage goes under."
"Suit yourself."
In the next airport, Tillie clung to her carrier as a large German Shepard walked past. "I hope uncle Jackson gets here soon." Eyeing the dog with some fear, she swallowed.
"Don't worry, he's well trained." The TSA agent smiled at Tillie. "Unless you happen to be smuggling drugs in with your pets."
"My daddy may be a rocker, but he does not live the lifestyle." Tillie sniffed.
Johnny laughed and tugged on her ponytail. "Speaking of which, Jackson better show up soon, or I'm going to get noticed. Lazy ass was supposed to be here waiting on us."
A man ran up. "Yo! Johnny. Sorry, I'm late. I had car trouble."
"I told you to replace that old beater with something new. I sent you enough money."
"Hey, I'm restoring a classic. I don't want your fancy "new" anything. Cars today, can't put your hands in them. They're like an expensive wom—" Jackson froze and stared at the curious eyes staring at him. She was a lovely thing, small body, huge tits, with guileless eyes watching him closely. "Yo, you didn't say you were bringing a girlfriend."
Johnny laughed. "This is my daughter. You remember her."
A massive smile broke out across her face. "Uncle Jackson, silly goose. You don't remember me?"
Jackson's mouth fell for a moment, before he snapped it shut. "Yeah, yeah, I remember you, little mite. Say, what's in the cage?" He scrambled for a change in topic.
"This is Sam and Trina. Say hi! I hope you don't mind, they won't be much upkeep, and I'll clean any little mess they make."
"Oy, ferrets? Cool." Jackson eyed the girl. This was going to be a long week.
Stepping out of the car, Jackson gestured to the house. "I have sent all your stuff to your rooms. Since I only have the three rooms, I'll be sleeping on the futon."
"That doesn't seem right." Johnny grinned. "Putting you out in the cold."
"Eh, I crash there at night anyway, I get too involved watching my best friend on the gossip shows." Jackson winked at Tillie and she giggled.
Johnny raked his fingers through his hair and sighed. "Man, I am completely knackered."
Jackson laughed. "Six months in Britain and you already sound like a brit."
Making his way into the house, Johnny sighed. "Seven months in Europe, three in Moscow, this world tour is kicking my ass."
"Imagine that, my old friend has finally made it. Took you seven years to come back, but you come back triumphant." Jackson clapped Johnny on the back. "How the hell did you manage that?"
"Let me tell you all about it."
As two old friends connected, Tillie happily chased her ferrets. Jackson sipped his beer, and eyed Tillie's tight backside as she bent under the couch. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he turned his attention back to Johnny. "What?"
"How's the shop?"
"Same ol', same ol'." Jackson shrugged. "Though business picked up for a little while when people got wind I'm your friend. I've seen some gorgeous bikes come through lately. You know a collector from a fan, by the state of their bikes. You wouldn't believe how many idiots bought a bike they can't handle cause it's a Johnny exclusive." He nodded towards the girl cuddling a ferret. "Eighteen, huh?"
"Nineteen come May." Johnny snorted. "Time flies."
"Yeah." Jackson rubbed his mouth. "And you let her dress like that?"
Johnny eyed his daughter. Finding no issue with the tiny shorts and belly shirt, he shrugged. "She's been dressing herself since she was three."
"A three-year-old could fit in that." Jackson muttered.
"What was that?"
Jackson coughed hard. "Concerts all week, ain't that the shit?"
Johnny sighed. "I need some sleep. Between the airport and the concert tomorrow night, I catch all I can."
Roger pushed away from the sink, draining the rest of his beer. "What Johnny does, I follow."
Jackson licked his lips as he turned to Tillie. "I suppose you want to sleep as well."
"To be honest, I want a shower."
"Oh."
"Where is it?" She asked politely.
"Right through here, towels are in the bottom cabinet."
"Thank you."
He stared at the closed door for a long moment, imagining her taking off her clothes. When the water turned on, he shook himself.
In the bathroom, Tillie stood naked by the shower, holding her hand out, waiting for it to be warm. Sighing, she was lost in her own little fantasy. She hadn't remembered, not quite that clearly, how attractive she had found her uncle Jackson. He wasn't really her uncle. He was her daddy's best friend since high school. He was "practically" her uncle, and that was the important distinction. He was gorgeous. Stepping into the shower, she groaned under the heat of the water battering down on her tired body. Scrubbing the soap into her hair, she wondered what kind of lover he would be. Would he be kind and sweet, or tough and aggressive? She had never been with another, and she hoped. Maybe a little, that the opportunity would present itself. She rubbed the soap over her breasts and imagined his hands on them. Every action she took in the shower made her wonder, if Jackson were in here with her, how would it feel?
By time she stepped out of the shower, she was shivering with desire and anticipation. She decided that since her father and uncle roger slept like the dead, maybe now was the time. The towel was too small. Annoyed by his towels, she made the do with the best she could, trying to dry off. It had been her idea to dry off properly and then tend to her body with creams and perfume, but the darned towels could barely hold a drop of water. Wrapping one around her breasts as best she could, she stepped out of the bathroom.
Tillie peeked out of the shower and looked back and forth. Sneaking down to her father's room, she was pleased to find he was still sleep. Making her way to the living room, she spotted Jackson on the couch, lightly dozing. Creeping her way over, she looked down at him. He looked like an angel, all golden hair and tanned skin. He had taken his shirt off to sleep, and his chest rippled with muscle. His eyes fluttered half-way open and he smiled.
Standing over him, was a goddess in a towel. The obscenely tiny towel left nothing to the imagination, and where it split open revealed just the smallest amount of crotch hair. Her soft brown hair hovered around her face like a halo, and her grey eyes watched him with curiosity. "Beautiful." He mumbled, reaching out for her.
Leaning in, she bent down, her breasts heaving over the edge of the towel, as her face came closer to his. His hand brushed the lower part of the towel back, revealing those short soft hairs to his roaming hand. Gentle, he started to slide his fingers forward. When the water dripping from the hair on her head touched his wrist he jolted back and up. His forehead connected with hers and she jumped back.
"Ow!" She grabbed her forehead.
"What are you doing?" He scrambled back and tried to climb off of the futon.
"Well, I..."
Licking his lips, he felt his dick jump and twitch as he realized where all that blush could go. "I don't care. I don't want to know. Go to bed. Just, go to bed!" He grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her down the hallway. Slamming the door behind her, he closed his eyes and swore. It was going to be a long damned week.
