As soon as he was old enough to read, uncle Joey began reading Jenny bedtime stories. He was only four years her senior, but he'd always taken his duty as an uncle very seriously. They bonded over The Little Engine That Could and Pokey Little Puppy. Then when he was in high school, he read Beowulf and Wuthering Heights. Jenny's love of literature came from her time reading with her uncle Joey.
Growing up they'd lived together with her parents, and it never occurred to her that was something unusual until she was older. Her grandmother, his mom, had been too sick mentally to take good care of him.
Joey and Jenny were peas in a pod until he went off to college around the same time she became seriously interested in boys. For years it seemed he rarely saw her when he came home to visit. His sweet, little, innocent niece, as he still thought of her, was often out on a date.
If he were honest, he'd have admitted he envied those guys who got to spend time with Jenny, bringing her home past any decent hour, making bedtime and stories with him. She'd give him a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug the next morning before bounding out the door to go meet friends for shopping, studying or a game of tennis.
Once he'd gone to the kitchen for a glass of milk at 1AM to find her on the couch with an over-tanned Jock with sun-bleached hair. When Joey flipped on the kitchen light, he saw them on the couch - the boy gripping Jenny's ass under her loose, short flowered skirt while she continued to grind her pussy against his naked leg. His pants were on the floor, and Jenny was in the process of groping between them in search of his cock. Her long, straight brown hair created a curtain so Joey couldn't see their faces.
He hadn't been sure what to do at first. Instead of embarrassing them, since they hadn't noticed the light, he flipped it back off. But he couldn't decide if he should get milk or tiptoe back to his room in the dark. Somehow instead he ended up standing there in the dark listening to the noises they made kissing and grinding against one another.
He heard Jenny moan and mumble, and then he heard her muffled scream when she buried her face against the boy's shoulder as she came. The Jock said, "Baby, I want you to do that with this big, thick dick in that tight little wet pussy," and Joey heard Jenny protest that she wasn't ready.
He didn't wait to find out what the guy would do next. He flipped the kitchen light on and began rummaging through the fridge loudly. He yelled out, "Jenny, are you still up on there? Are we out of Hershey's syrup?"
He heard clothes being put on and arranged, the boy rush outside, and a truck engine start on the street. Jenny walked into the kitchen nonchalant and found the chocolate syrup for him, but he noticed get face was flushed from her arousal, and her legs trembled as she walked.
She'd ruffled his curly black hair, looked right into his big, brown puppy dog eyes with her sharp, light green ones, kissed him square on the mouth for five seconds, whispered, "You saved me, Joe," in his ear and gone to bed, leaving him confused with a growing erection as he watched her twist her hips down the hall way.
That had been at least a year ago. Now he was home for awhile after graduating college while he hunted for a job. Jenny had just graduated high school and had employment for the summer at Bath and Body Works. She always came home smelling lovely but still seemed to have little time for him.
Joey missed his niece... He missed his friend. They'd been so close for so long before college.
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Really Jenny missed Joey too, if she was honest. Her focus had shifted this summer from boys and fun to work and getting ready for college. When her boyfriend of eight months dumped her and said a long distance relationship just wouldn't work when they both moved in opposite directions for school, she was heart broken. She'd thought he was "The One," and she had plans to get a hotel room and give her cherry to him as a going away present.
As soon as her tears began, she sought out her uncle Joey. He was in bed reading a book. She knocked softly on the door, and he readily invited Jenny inside. He hoped she wanted a bedtime story, although those were a rare occurrence anymore. But as soon as he saw the look on her face, he knew something was wrong. Before he could get the words "what's wrong?" out of his lips, Jenny was in tears again.
Her green eyes were rimmed with red from crying, and she sobbed even harder as he did the only thing he could think of to do. Joey held out his arms to her and said softly, "Come here." Jenny curled up beside him with her head on his shoulder, and Joey hugged her for a long while before he asked again. As she spilled her guts, telling him every single detail, he rocked her and assured her the boy was a stupid ass and she would love again.
He wasn't sure what else to say. So he held her and rubbed her shoulder, petted her head, and told her she was beautiful, even when she cried, which was more than true. Finally he began reciting nursery rhymes and singing soft lullabies, and she feel asleep against him - she atop the covers fully clothed and he in his boxer briefs beneath them.
Nothing about her pain and need of comfort aroused Joey, but somehow during the night he dreamt of her naked in his bed, straddling him with his cock buried deep in her virgin pussy, and he came in his bed so much that he needed to change his underwear and the sheets. He was thankful she wasn't under them too. He had to see how to get out of bed without waking her. He gently and carefully extracted himself. He couldn't do anything about the sheets, but he could change his clothes.
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Unbeknownst to Joey, Jenny had awakened earlier. She was just sleeping lightly and felt the bed shaking as uncle Joey jacked off in his sleep. He'd mumbled her name just before his body went stiff. At first she'd been worried something was wrong, but then it dawned on her that he'd masturbated and ejaculated in his sleep... saying her name.
Jenny squeezed her eyes shut and pretended to be asleep as Joey extracted himself from the bed. She'd never experienced anything like this, a grown man having a wet dream about her while she slept beside him. She was wide awake with wonder.
Joey flipped on the closet light so he could see, hopefully without waking Jenny. He stripped off his sticky boxer briefs quickly and chucked them toward his laundry basket. Jenny's jaw dropped. Somehow she hadn't expected a full frontal view of her uncle nude, and she was more than surprised to find that she liked it.
He'd bulked up at college, his 6'2" covered with rippling muscles where he'd once had "baby fat." He was tan except for the outline of his swim trunks, and his body was nothing but clean lines with a smooth, sexy v pointing from his torso to his groin. A trail of shiny black fair ran down his middle to meet a trimmed patch of matching hair just above his softening manhood. His cock was as thick as her wrist, even as it softened. The length seemed a little more than average, but it was hard to gauge in comparison with his long body, from a distance.
Jenny forgot to breathe. Joey was moving toward his chest of drawers slowly and quietly. Jenny caught a glimpse of his svelte, dimpled ass just before she began to need air... Desperately! She sucked in a quick, deep breath, and Joey noticed. He jerked open a drawer, threw on a pair of athletic shorts, the first thing he grabbed, and crawled back into bed. He hoped he hadn't woken Jenny fully. He had no idea she'd observed the entire incident.
