My twenty-first birthday party was a blow-out. Even bigger than my sweet-sixteen, eighteenth or high school graduation parties. My family loves parties. Big parties with lots of people, good food and alcohol. This time we were celebrating that I could legally drink alcohol.
I had just finished my sophomore year at university and was home for the summer. What my family didn't know, at least officially, was that I had been drinking alcohol since I left for university and that I was sexually active as well. I wasn't about to tell them and spoil the reason for the Saturday party.
There were about sixty people in the backyard, under the strings of lights and near the food and drink. They included family, friends, neighbors, some of mom and dad's coworkers, and a dozen friends of mine from high school and university. As the sun set and the day darkened, the party, instead of diminishing in intensity, got more festive. The music increased in beat and volume and the dancers responded accordingly, getting more exotic, fueled by the darkness, the music, and an afternoon of alcoholic punch, beer, and mixed drinks.
Everyone was involved from teenagers to retirees, men, and women. Most of them had attended previous parties hosted by my parents and they knew what was acceptable. A few left for home and youthful attendees were ushered off to bed and babysitters and their parents returned for the festivities.
I wasn't immune from the effects of the alcohol and the music. I was horny as hell without any prospects on the horizon, until I spotted Nigel. Nigel was a friend from high school. He had been trying to get into my pants since senior year. Back then, I was resolutely committed to the rules. One of the rules was no sex before eighteen and I managed to limit his advances to a few kisses and a failed attempt to steal second base.
Tonight was different. I was twenty-one, half drunk, and had been breaking the rules for three years. Tonight, Nigel was going to get the chance for an inside-pants home run. I got a condom from the dresser in my bedroom and went looking for Nigel with sexual intent. I found him chatting up a married neighbor about ten years older than he was. She was probably more drunk than I was and I could see from her body language that he was making progress. I concluded he was looking for sex and that he should be chatting me up.
I stood behind her and, when Nigel looked up, I made a kissy face, pinched my nipples, and walked away. Nigel excused himself and followed me. I stopped behind the garage and waited. Nigel was ten seconds behind me.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," Nigel repeated.
"Did you think Dorothy was going to fuck you?" I asked.
Nigel was speechless, that question was the last thing he expected to hear.
"She's married, her husband is a retired golden gloves boxer, and has a reputation for jealousy," I added.
Nigel looked frightened. "I didn't know," he managed to admit.
"Well, I just saved you," I told him. "You should probably chat up someone closer to your own age."
"Thanks," he said gratefully.
"I love to chat," I said.
Two minutes later, I was leaning with my hands against the garage wall, my skirt up over my hips, my panties pulled aside and Nigel was sliding his condom encased erection into me from the rear. It felt wonderful. I had been home for nine days with only my vibrator for company and Nigel was a welcome change.
I had a trembling orgasm. Not my best but sufficient for the moment. Nigel filled the condom and withdrew slowly from me. My panties slipped uncomfortably back in place and my skirt fell back to its original position. I turned around, planning to correct the position of my panties.
There was an older gentleman standing behind Nigel. "Uncle Tony!" I exclaimed.
Nigel turned around, pulled his pants up over the loaded condom, exclaimed, "Fuck," and disappeared around the far side of the garage.
I caught my breath. "How long have you been standing there?" I asked Uncle Tony.
"Long enough," he confessed. "How long have you been here?"
"Long enough," I said with more courage than I felt.
"I don't know who that was," commented Uncle Tony. "But it didn't look like he was very good at it."
"I suppose you'd do better," I said before I thought about it.
"You should really try someone experienced," he said before he turned and left me alone behind the garage.
I corrected the position of my panties and wandered slowly back in the direction of the party. "Was Uncle Tony hitting on me?" I asked myself. He was my mother's brother and I didn't have a clue he felt that way about me. But, then again, I was sixteen the last time I saw him and I was jailbait back then. Maybe seeing me with Nigel rekindled old feelings. Maybe I should investigate. He did say I should try someone experienced. I'm certain Uncle Tony was experienced.
Uncle Tony is my mother's younger brother. There's eleven years between them. He was a change of life baby. The story is that my grandmother was having cramps and had missed five periods so she thought she was safe. She wasn't and Uncle Tony was the result. That made Uncle Tony about twelve years older than I was.
I smoothed my skirt and wandered back to the party. I got a plate of grapes, a brownie and a Coke and sat at a table at the edge of the yard to nibble and look around. Nigel was nowhere to be seen. Not a surprise since how our screw behind the garage had ended.
Uncle Tony was standing in a group of women on the other side of the yard. He looked as if he was chatting them up. One of them was Dorothy, the woman Nigel had been chatting up earlier. None of them was his wife, Alicia. I nibbled and watched as Uncle Tony sorted through the women and finished chatting alone with Dorothy. I watched as he guided her to the sliding glass door that led into the house and I was still sitting at the table, twenty minutes later, when Dorothy emerged alone, looking satisfied. Tony followed five minutes later. He certainly looked experienced.
I decided that I needed to chat Uncle Tony up.
Uncle Tony and Alicia were planning to spend the night in our guest room and head home Sunday afternoon. That didn't leave me much time. I was deep in thought on how to proceed when someone sat down at the table opposite me. I looked up.
"Hey, Uncle Tony," I said. My mind was racing. It couldn't be this easy.
"Hey again, Audrey," said Uncle Tony. "Sorry I spoiled your evening."
"Nah. No problem," I said. "Just scratching an itch. Long time no see. How are you doing?"
"Just the usual. Nothing new or unusual," Uncle Tony told me.
"No itches to scratch?" I asked.
Uncle Tony paused for a moment to think. "Nothing worth mentioning," he said.
"Dorothy didn't do it for you?" I asked.
Uncle thought even longer and laughed. "Is that her name?" he asked.
"It is," I confirmed. "And her husband is a former Golden Gloves boxer," I informed him.
"I didn't meet her husband," Uncle Tony said.
"Fortunate for you," I said.
"Maybe I should be more careful about who scratches my itch?" Uncle Tony asked.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder. "Audrey, could I speak with you for a moment?" asked my mother.
"Sure," I agreed. "Excuse me for a moment," I said to Uncle Tony.
"Mom and I walked to an isolated corner of the yard. "What are you up to?" mom asked.
"What's the problem?" I asked. "I'm just catching up with Uncle Tony. I haven't seen him in years."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," insisted mom.
"Maybe you should explain it to me," I suggested.
"Audrey," mom said. "I was you once. I went to the same university as you and stayed in the same dorms as you. Went to the same fraternity parties. I know your lifestyle. I lived that lifestyle. I don't believe that today was the first time you've had a drink. I don't think you smoke but today wasn't the first time you've had sex either."
"First time?" I asked shocked that she was so accurate.
"That young man behind the garage wasn't enough for you," mom stated. "He wouldn't have been enough for me either," she confessed. "So, I ask again. What are you up to with my brother?"
"You think I'm trying to seduce him?" I asked.
"Not so much as he's trying to seduce you," mom said.
"You're kidding, right?" I asked. "He's my uncle."
"That doesn't seem to matter to either of you," mom observed. "I've seen your body language and the expression on your face. I've had that body language and used that same expression myself. And Tony's demeanor is radiating sexual opportunity."
"How could you know that?" I asked.
"I'm intimately familiar with Tony's sexual proclivities," mom admitted. "He didn't go inside with Dorothy to brush his teeth."
"You're 'intimately familiar' with your brother? Does that mean what I think it does?" I asked.
"That's exactly what it means," admitted mom. "You're twenty-one now. Maybe it's time you learned something about our family history."
"And that includes sex between you and your brother?" I asked.
"That and the reputation that Tony has," expanded mom.
"Okay. I'm twenty-one now. Tell me," I insisted.
"He's into sex, not relationships," mom said. "He's a sexual gunslinger, once and done, and he moves on. He's always been that way and he still is."
"What about Aunt Alicia?"
"She knows and she's fine with it," mom informed me. "She's got her own agenda."
"And those weekends you and dad spend with them?" I asked.
"Draw your own conclusions," mom said. "I don't need to give you the details."
