I was pretty sure Uncle Randy was avoiding me.
Since we had had our first night together, I didn't seem able to get him alone. He would spend a lot of time in his room, sleeping earlier than before. He also started looking for a job again. It was very frustrating to me. The more time passed, the more I wanted him. I would remember how black his pupils were when he looked at me, the way his cock had jerked against my throat as he splashed him cum inside me, and I would jerk myself until I couldn't cum anymore. And I knew he remembered it too.
Sometimes I would hear sounds from his room when I passed by, and I would instantly wonder whether or not he was touching himself, cumming while thinking of me. I felt robbed every time it happened. How dare he deny his lust for me? I needed him to submit to me, fully and completely. The need was overwhelming.
But I knew I would have a hard time of it. Uncle Randy would make absolutely any excuse in order to not be alone with me at this point. He ate his meals in his room, he spent his days out of the house looking for a job, and he locked his door when he went to bed at night.
The plan I eventually settled on was costly. I had to spend several weeks pulling double shifts at my shitty part time job, for one. By the time I had accumulated enough money, my classes had ended for the summer, which made things slightly easier.
April was Mom and Dad's anniversary in addition to being Dad's birth month. I knew that mom was itching to take a trip, and the double event was enough of an excuse to spend the money. Dad was set against it, partially because he didn't really like celebrating his birthday at all. That changed once I offered them a pair of plane tickets to San Francisco for a romantic weekend getaway. I waved off their protests, saying that they deserved it.
"Michael, you don't honestly think we can't see what you're doing, do you?" Dad looked at me sternly.
"What is that?" I asked innocently.
"Your father thinks you're going to throw a party." Mom rolled her eyes. She and I had always been close, and she was definitely the "cool" parent.
"So..." Dad started.
"Sooooo?" I said hopefully.
"We're going to ask your uncle to keep an eye on things around here while we are gone. Just to make sure you aren't getting yourself into trouble."
I made my face a mask of disappointment, while inside my stomach was leaping around. I felt giddy and nervous with the infinite possibilities that lay right before my eyes.
Mom and Dad went on their vacation the very next weekend. They didn't tell Uncle Randy until a few days before the trip. He only silently nodded his head, looking pale. Maybe he knew what I had in store. Or at least, he thought he did.
The further along my plan got, the more fun I was having. Sure, I had to spend a bunch of cash to get my parents out of the house, but the return was just too good to be true. Four entire days to seduce my uncle, completely without restraint.
The day my parents left, Uncle Randy didn't speak to me at all. We ate dinner in silence that night, tension weighing heavily between us. I didn't even taste my food, darting glances at Uncle Randy the entire time. Immediately after he was finished he went to his room, and I heard and audible click as he locked the door behind him. I giggled to myself. He thought a door could help him deny what he wanted.
I waited. I waited for what felt like forever. I knew that I needed an opportune time to get Uncle Randy in just the right way. He would reject any advances I did outright, so I needed to be clever. And so, I waited.
At 2 a.m. I sort of fell asleep. I had been downstairs watching t.v. for hours, trying to pass the time. I jerked awake, and I realized that I had succeeded in wasting another hour. It was time. The butterflies in my stomach reached a new height and became a swarm. They seemed to buzz, I seemed to buzz, as I got up, softly ascending the stairs. I passed Uncle Randy's door, listening for sounds. Nothing. He had gotten up at 6 a.m. this morning, after all. Besides, he had the door locked, something that I quickly confirmed.
What he didn't know was that I knew my father, and I knew where he kept the spare keys to the house. On that key ring was the key that would unlock Uncle Randy's door, and give me access. I passed Uncle Randy's room, quiet as a mouse as I entered my parents bedroom. Treading across the room, I opened the bottom drawer of my father's dresser. In the top right corner was a lock box. Inside was Dad's emergency fund, some important papers, and the key ring. I grabbed them and put the rest back.
