"Meg, honey, I'm so proud of you." Uncle Philip hugged me, albeit awkwardly, as the large crowd of high school graduates, my classmates, milled about us. I still donned my cap and gown, clutching a fresh diploma.
"Thanks, Philip! I'm glad you could make it," I beamed, kissing him on the mouth. It was nothing unusual for us. Affection ran high in our family. All of us were waiting for the final group photograph when we would toss our caps in the air.
"I've lost sight of your folks," his low voice boomed, and it had to over the noise. "Where did they wander off to?" As he scanned the benches in Wildcat Stadium, Philip's right hand pressed low on the curve of my spine, right where the swell of my butt began. Usually, I thought nothing of it, but this time, he lingered, squeezing it, pulling me against him. I shot Unc a glance, which he didn't see.
Cute when I was a child, but now I'm a grown woman! Oh, well...
That was Uncle Philip, or Mr. Hands, as my mother called him. Wordlessly, he wandered off and was soon engulfed in the crowd. Uncle was six-foot-two, so I watched the top of his dark head drift toward the bleachers like a black cork bobbing in the ocean until he found my parents. All three of them climbed a few steps up on the aluminum bench seats, out of the churning mass, sitting to watch the human spectacle.
Before he arrived, Philip had insisted on a hotel room, but Dad would have none of it, much to my mother's chagrin. I didn't mind. I loved Uncle Philip, although he seemed to be a bit of a free spirit, long-divorced and childless. Dad called him a lovable rogue. Mom spoke of him as a ne'er-do-well, but I didn't care. Philip was always kind and loving, encouraging me to be my best, both in school and as a human being, and that's what mattered.
Escaping the madding crowds, we all piled into Philip's silver and maroon Seville and returned home. May weather already hinted at a scorching summer, so we took advantage of the backyard swimming pool Dad installed a few years ago.
In my bedroom, I stripped naked, slipping on a simple, floral bikini. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror as I reached back to tie my top. What a difference the past couple of years had made on my body. Like any average teenage girl, I was very conscious, perhaps too much so, about my appearance.
Barely eighteen, I stood almost five-foot-six, with long, brown hair usually tied in a ponytail. The dominant genetics came from Mom's side of the family, so I vaguely resembled a pale Audrey Hepburn, with doe-like eyes and a beautiful smile. My body was on the slimmer side with some curves. My breasts had swollen into at least a C-cup and I wasn't sure if they were done growing, much to my delight, with delicate, pale-pink areolas centered by small nipples. I cultivated a neatly trimmed thatch of pubic floss, as it made me feel all grown up, which I was. Turning, I gazed at my cute, round ass, and couldn't help but squeeze it, smirking a bit, thinking of how my uncle's hand had done the same only an hour ago.
Guess I can't blame him. Feels nice.
Of course, boys gravitated to me quite well, but I was still somewhat the shy, studious type, and despite their attempts to go all the way, I resisted. I was merciful and let one or two of the best of them play a little. I loved the attention, the kissing and holding, and sexy talk. I loved hands on my body and having my nipples pleasured. Bill and Michael both understood my desire to remain a virgin, but we did just about everything else.
We masturbated each other almost always and, in time, I learned how to give head. I could never forget looking up at Bill's face, feeling his swollen little cock in my mouth, as he gave up a load. That first time, my instinct was to spit, but I swallowed instead. So was the love life of a teenage girl about to enter college.
Wearing a short, terrycloth robe and sandals, I trotted out to the patio, where Philip and my parents were already gathered. Of course, it was my uncle who mixed drinks, enticing Mom and Dad to partake as well.
"Come on, Don, a gin and tonic is perfect in this heat."
As he spoke to my father, my uncle's voice sounded almost mocking, the kid brother taunting his older sibling. Mom and Dad didn't drink much, maybe a cocktail after dinner or a beer, and almost always after six in the evening.
I hadn't seen Philip in his swim trunks in a few years and immediately noticed his body. Maybe it was because I was now more mature, but once I saw him, I couldn't help but steal a glance every chance I could.
Jesus, Meg, this is your uncle! He's more than twice your age but, wow, kind of a nice bod.
Alas, he was old, maybe forty-two or forty-three. Dad said Philip graduated from high school several years after him, so I did some clumsy arithmetic. He was no mature Adonis, certainly not one-hundred-percent fit, but still solid, with broad shoulders and just enough body hair to be sexy, and not like some caveman. Grey accents around his temples gave him a dignified air.
Dad never knew, or would admit, to what Philip did for a living, always saying he was a "businessman", so there was an air of mystery about him. I think seeing Philip in a well-tailored suit, with that voice and smile, especially pulling up in that luxurious Cadillac, would persuade anyone to do anything. I kicked off the sandals, tossing my robe on one of the orange-striped chaise lounge chairs. The next moment, I slipped up to my neck in the cool water of the amoeba-shaped pool.
"Ahhh," I exhaled, bobbing contentedly as bright sunshine dappled on the water's surface.
"Care for a drink?" Philip called me, just out of sight. Before I could respond, Mom perked up.
"Philip, what are you saying? She's a child!"
"Lois, I mean a soft drink, for Christ's sake!"
"I am an adult now, Mom," I teased, peeking just above the pool's concrete rim.
"Not as long as you live here, young lady."
Ah, my mother, furrowing her brow, glaring at me like the commandant of a prison camp through her dark, Jackie-O sunglasses. If Dad had offered me a drink, she wouldn't have said a word.
"A Coke, please." I gazed at Philip's firm calves and thighs from a low angle. It didn't help matters that his entire body glistened with suntan oil.
"Here you go, honey."
Christ, that smile.
As I sipped the carbonated drink, bubbles tickling my nose, I noticed a slight hint of something else.
Whiskey?
I quelled a giggle. Uncle had slipped me a little alcohol anyway! Oh, my god, if Mom ever knew, so I quickly downed the rest.
"Have another?" Philip looked down at me, his body blocking the sunlight. Two meaty red nipples punctuated his oiled, hairy chest. "Before I join you, that is." I shook my head.
"No...thanks!"
Philip had put just enough Jack Daniels into my Coke to give me a mild buzz, but nothing more. I smiled as he slipped into the water beside me, still with that smile.
"How's your head, Meg?" He asked, glancing over to me, his voice low as he scanned the sparkling water and the trees above.
"Fine." I gazed at his profile. "Naughty uncle, trying to get me drunk."
