Despite all her protests, Darla's parents wanted to go off on a "real honeymoon" since they never got one in the first place. Two months in Thailand without their little girl. And since they were pregnant with her when they got married, it was her fault they couldn't have a honeymoon. She was going off to college now that she was finished with high school, so they no longer had to take her with them when they travelled. But they didn't want her to be unsupervised all summer. So, she had to stay with her uncle for the summer and "make it up to them"
She was surprised when her uncle had kissed her briefly on the lips when he picked her up from the airport. Her family wasn't a kissing family, but she'd seen the custom on TV shows and with families of her friends sometimes, so she brushed it off. But when they arrived at his place that first night, she was horrified to discover that his apartment was a micro studio-kitchenette with a tiny stall-shower-toilet combo of a bathroom.
"And if you want a hot shower," her uncle told her, "you'll have to beat me to it in the morning or hop in with me because there's not much of it." He chortled, but she wasn't so sure he was joking.
"Where do I sleep?" she asked, side-eyeing his lumpy futon in front of the TV stand.
"We will sleep on my trusty futon," he said gesturing to the wooden frame with a thin mattress and single pillow. "Trust me, the floor is cold, and I don't own a vacuum, so god knows what's down there!" He chuckled. Again, she wasn't sure if he was kidding though she couldn't find a place where he could possibly store a vacuum. She didn't want to insult him, so she kept her worries to herself.
Tucking her two suitcases between the TV and the kitchen counter, he invited her to make herself at home. Not wasting time in doing so himself, he disrobed in front of her without warning exposing his furry chest and stomach that trailed all the way to his massive cock--it was, after all, his home. The dark curly hair around it didn't diminish its size whatsoever and his testicles dangled bulbous below his half chub. She couldn't stop looking at it, her mouth agape.
"Oh, yeah. I sleep in the nude," he said. "Can't stand the feel of clothes in bed. So restricting." He wiggled his shoulders and arms as if to express freedom in his state of undress. All his shaking traveled down his body and bobbled his ever-hardening dick in her direction. "Look all you want. I'm not shy." He laughed and stretched his arms over his head.
Darla turned away quickly, her face stinging hot. Stunned, she silently made her way to the bathroom for some privacy. She slid the pocket door shut and found it didn't full close, nor did it have a lock. Gathering her spinning thoughts of having to sleep next to her naked uncle for two months and share this dinky toilet-shower stall with...no faucet? She supposed he must wash his hands and brush his teeth in the kitchen sink. With no ability to cover her pissing sounds with running water without getting sprayed in the face with the shower, she conceded to let him hear her pee.
She pulled down her panties and sat on the freezing porcelain. Just as the sound of her tinkling began to bounce around the tiled walls, her naked uncle walked right in, causing her to clench and cease her stream.
"I forgot to tell you! Just use the toilet for number two." He informed her. Number one should be done down the shower drain. Like this."
From the open doorway his cock was less than a foot from her face. He held it in his fist, the head protruding several inches, and sprayed urine over her lap and against the back wall over the drain. The spatter showered her face and body with golden drops making her jerk her head in the direction of his cock, which was even closer to her. She stayed completely still, avoiding piss spray on one side and an active cock on the other.
As he finished, the stream dribbled onto her closed knees. He flicked the last drops, and she felt them land on her thighs. He laughed softly and left her in the bathroom alone but didn't close the door behind him. When she heard him adjusting the futon she stood and shifted herself a foot to the left of the shower and squatted to finish her pee. She heard him groan and looked at the doorway. She saw herself squatting and leaking urine onto the floor in a full-length mirror opposite the bathroom door. Could he see her from where he was? She buried her face in her hands until she was done. She wiped her damp pussy with the thin toilet paper and cleaned her uncle's pee from her body as best she could.
When she exited the bathroom, she saw that her uncle was in bed. Thankfully the covers hid the baseball bat that swung between his legs. He was on his side on the edge of the futon, holding himself up on one elbow, eyes glued to the TV. When she glanced at his program, she wanted both to gag and not look away.
"Can't you watch something else?" she asked.
"Haha, nah. Porn helps me sleep. Otherwise, I'll be awake all night." The shrieking sounds of over-performance filled the shoebox of an apartment. "Come get into bed!"
She grabbed her pajamas, a pair of shorts and a tank top, and changed in the bathroom with the door closed as much as possible, just in case. It was freezing in the apartment, so she crossed her arms over her hard nipples and tiptoed toward the futon. It was after midnight, and she was exhausted from traveling.
He didn't move at all when she approached except for rhythmic motions under the covers. She didn't want to interrupt whatever he was doing under there and awkwardly climbed over his feet to get behind him where he left a sliver of bed for her.
She got under the comforter and sheet, grateful for his body heat warming the bed. She decided to concentrate on sleeping and ignore the sex sounds and bed movements her uncle was making. Pressing herself against the wall, as far away from his nakedness as she could get, consciousness drifted.
She woke when the TV was finally turned off and he got up for a piss. In the quiet, alone in the bed, she grew cold and burrito-ed her body into the bedsheets. When he returned, he laughed at her shivering body. How is this summer?
"Yeah, it gets really cold here. I love it but your tiny frame might not take it well." She tried to pretend she was asleep and curled into a tight ball to conserve her own body heat. "The best thing you can do is get naked and let me spoon you. It's body heat science!" He added the last sentence as if to make his suggestion innocent.
