Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. It involves elements of incest, alcohol, and questionable consent. All characters are at the legal age of 18 or older.
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"It's the least you can do for him, Elizabeth."
Having to listen to those words was the final straw. I hung up the phone call. That was after I had listened to my mother for nearly an hour with barely a chance to say anything myself. A bitter and frustrated sigh left my lips.
And so, after taking another deep breath, I crawled back into the softness of my bed and grabbed the blanket to comfort myself. I was lucky that I no longer lived at home. So whenever my mother attempted to force her will on me, it was just a matter of putting the phone away.
She had told me about how my uncle was going through a divorce -- yet another divorce -- and needed a place to stay at. It was his own fault for getting into bad marriages. After the first one didn't have a happy ending, he should have just taken some time to figure out why -- and then go from there. It seemed so silly to me for a person to rush from one relationship into another. He should know better -- he was twice my age after all. There should be some wisdom in those years, right?
Since he was my mother's brother, he used to visit us at home pretty regularly. He had always been a welcome part of the family. However, almost every time he visited us, he brought a different girl along. Sometimes he would introduce her as girlfriend, sometimes it would be a fiancé. I can only take a wild guess at why a guy would enjoy changing his partner more often than most people change their bedsheets.
For some weird reason, my mother suggested that he could temporarily move in with me, into the apartment I was renting. Just because he was a man, and in her words, would be able to keep me safe. And, in return, he would have a roof over his head until he could sort himself out with a new place to stay at.
I dreaded the thought.
A knock on my bedroom door startled me, and brought me back to reality.
"Elsa, are you in there?" It was the familiar soft voice of my dearest friend.
The door opened and Lauren peeked inside. She was my best friend, without a doubt. She was also the person I shared the cost of the rent with, since we were lucky enough to be accepted into the same college together and sharing an apartment simply made sense. Calling her a childhood friend would be an understatement, we grew up together, and she often remarked about how I was closer to her than some of her own siblings.
"I told you not to call me that," I replied with a frown, but raised part of the blanket as invitation for her to join me.
"Elsa, do you want to build a snowman?" Lauren replied with a rapidly growing smirk. Nonetheless she couldn't resist the offer, and joined me underneath the cozy blanket. She snuggled up against me. Strands of her long hair waved into my face, and I barely managed to suppress a sneeze.
"It's summer. There's no snow," I responded matter-of-factly instead of playing along with her joke. She loved teasing people with movie quotes. "I just finished the call with mom. She's nuts, she wants my uncle to stay with us for a few days so he can sort out his divorce."
"So?" Lauren gave me a quizzical gaze. "If he needs help, I don't mind if he stays here! The more, the merrier. Right? Besides, family always comes first," she explained. It was understandable that she thought that way. She had two brothers, and a dozen or so cousins. Her family gatherings were huge. I would often come along for those, and the atmosphere was always so energetic and positive. Naturally I envied her, since her entire family was such a happy bunch.
"I don't know... it could be weird. What if one of us brings a guy home? It would be strange." It didn't matter how much I thought about it, there was no benefit to playing along with my mother's request.
"Elsie, relax. If you were to bring someone home with us, I'd pop a bottle of champagne. It's long overdue that you get over your last boyfriend. Besides, we could use an extra set of hands!" She tilted her head and pointed into the direction of a stack of old laundry in the corner of my room.
"We don't need a special reason just to help someone anyway. But, even so, he clearly can make himself useful while he's here. The washing machine made weird noises recently, too, so maybe he could fix that as well when he's here. Give him a chance." She reached under the blanket and playfully pinched my side. "Guys can be useful."
"Fhh...fine," I muttered back at her.
"Now go get dressed. I promised my friend that we would come to her bachelorette party. There's going to be cake! Everybody likes cake, right? Come on." She climbed back out of the bed, with a firm hold on the blanket which she quickly pulled away from me and out of my reach.
"All right, fine," I replied, and she left the room. Just in case there were going to be any cute guys at the party, I also made sure to clean up where I could, which included the aforementioned laundry.
Getting dressed for a night out was always the most time consuming and annoying part. After examining myself in front of the mirror in a dozen different dresses, my choice fell on an elegant cocktail dress. The wine-colored fabric nicely accentuated my curves, and harmonized with my flowy curls of auburn hair that draped just past my shoulders. The freckles across my pale skin were in plain view, but according to my previous partners, freckles are
hot
.
After putting a finishing touch on my makeup, I was ready and we departed together to enjoy the party. It was hosted in the backyard of the bride-to-be. She was out of her mind with joy and it was a delight to watch her. Lauren and I had a good time with some of the guests too, though Lauren had a significantly easier time approaching everyone. She had always been the more extroverted type.
Since we mingled with the crowd, and most of the guests were college seniors, we didn't stick out too much when we had some drinks as well. We would sip our cocktails, chat about college, and then drink some more. It was nice. Mostly. At some point, I pulled Lauren aside and gave her a drunken rant at how stupid it was to marry before having a good and proper career like this silly bachelorette was planning to. The rant was full of passion and vigor. I even gave her a brief rundown of my ten-year-plan which outlined when I intended to buy a house and quit the job I didn't even have yet!
That was when Lauren decided it was time to get my drunken ass home.
It was already dark outside, but fortunately, one of the guests had volunteered to drive us home
. The drunk college freshmen and their chauffeur
. We laughed and giggled in the backseat, like a pair of hens, as we competed to see who could have the silliest humor. The jokes simply kept getting worse and I could only imagine our driver's relief when we arrived at our destination. The familiar sight of a three-story building in a nice part of the city. Our home.
We supported each other up the stairway, and fumbled with the keys for a moment before we made it back into our apartment. The lock clicked, and the door opened. We were immediately alerted by the sound of our TV. A deep voice greeted us from somewhere inside the apartment.
"Hello ladies." There was a moment of disbelief, and I tried to shake off my drunken stupor. It was a man's voice, no doubt. My mother was the only other person with a spare key to the apartment. Could it be a burglar? No, those usually don't announce their presence like that. "I hope you don't mind, I unpacked my things while you were gone." It suddenly hit me -- Uncle Matt. He had decided to invite himself, or perhaps my mother instructed him. Either way, he was here.
The apartment still wasn't lit, so all I could see was a shadowy figure approaching from the living room and flicking the light switch in the hallway. There he was, freshly illuminated. He hadn't changed much, though he did gain a bit of weight, perhaps due to being in his forties. Or maybe because of a newfound affinity for beer, judging by the beer he was holding.
"And who is this beautiful woman? I don't think we have met before," he said and approached Lauren. He gave her a warm hug, and I watched her chuckling despite her raised brow. She still wasn't sure who this stranger was. "I'm Matthew. Perhaps Elizabeth already mentioned me?"
"Eliza... oh, Elsie, of course. Yeah she's already mentioned that you may visit! Uncle Matt, yeah? You can stay as long as you need to, I absolutely don't mind. Elsie has no objection either," Lauren explained before lightly elbowing my side.
"Yeah. Sure." Arguing about it would be useless at this point. He turned to me and eyed me up and down for a brief moment.
"My, you've grown during these last few years. You know, if things had gone different with my first wife, I would now have a daughter who would be just your age. Crazy, huh? It's nice to see you doing your best, and to see how hard you're studying. You know, despite being a girl."
His final comment made me cringe, while Lauren merely laughed under the assumption that he was joking. I couldn't recall if he ever made a joke. His views on women were well known to me. The women he dated and married were usually uneducated ones, who were fine with archaic stereotypes, and with a simple life as housewife.
"You two look like you had some fun," he pointed out. Lauren's posture was a little shaky, and I noticed that I had been supporting myself with a hand against the doorframe during his introduction. "Don't worry, it can be our secret. Though, you should probably get some rest. We can continue this talk tomorrow, when you are both in a better shape and sober."
"That's true. I'm okay with that," Lauren chirped in agreement before she slowly made her way to the bathroom, presumably to prepare for bed.
"Where... how did you get the key? Did mom give it to you without... without our permission?" I asked him despite already having a hunch. His response was a nod, along with a shrug. It hadn't even occurred to him that someone may disagree. "I see... well, I'm going to bed too, good night."
"Sure, Elsie. Let me help you," he offered as he grabbed my arm and supported me.
"I don't need... help. And don't call me Elsie, only my close friends do that."
He ignored my words, and we slowly walked towards my room. It was dark inside, and even the hallway's light faded away when the door closed behind us. He lay me down on my bed and I uttered an exhausted sigh. I was so used to spending the entire day in front of the computer...being outside for an evening really drained my energy.
"But it's a nice nickname and I like it. Elsie. It's short and cute, just like you." I tensed up. There was this bad feeling again, like a knot in my belly. "Let me get you a glass of water," he offered, after which he left the room for a moment.
When he returned, I had already moved into an upright sitting position on the bed. It was easier to breathe, and the cold water soothed the dry back of my throat. Instead of leaving me however, my uncle joined me on the bed and moved in position behind me. My growing unease only got better again when his hands came to rest on my shoulders, and he gently massaged my tense muscles.
