Thank you to a keen reader who asked me to write this story on a plot line that she suggested. Hope you like the finished product Jen.
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Chapter One
I guess I've done ok to get this far in life. My given name is Jennifer although all my friends call me Jen. My 20
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birthday was back in November last. My younger brother and I grew up with a good set of parents -- at least in the early years - but my little world was rocked when my dad left us when I was 14. He blamed mom, said she didn't love him anymore. Mom blamed Dad, said he'd been chasing after this younger woman who was the mother of one of the kids in the little league baseball team that my dad coached.
I always thought of myself as daddy's little girl so it really did my head in when he left. I couldn't believe that he would desert me like that, let alone my brother and mother ... mom was essentially the person he was separating from, the one that he claimed didn't love him anymore. Oh, there were promises, a lot of words that the passage of time would prove didn't mean much.
I mean, dad said we'd still catch up a couple of times a week, and we did for the first month. Then, it was more like once a week, then fortnightly. Lately, I'd be lucky to see him from one month to the next. Of course, now that I'm 20, I don't even see mom that much. I moved interstate to attend college.
Dad had been such a key father figure, a male influence in my life, and even mom recognised that I should have one. She did her best to find a substitute man to offer guidance to me. No, I don't mean that she tried to find a boyfriend to take dad's place. Oh my God no, mom was so shattered by dad leaving her at such a critical time in her life that she swore she would never look for a replacement man in her life.
Critical time? Well, mom had just turned 40 -- the big 4-0 -- and had found that age milestone was quite a hurdle to jump over. Within weeks of hitting 40, she got the first hint from a close friend of hers about dad's pursuit of the junior baseball team mother, the one who ingratiated herself with dad by bringing the cut-up oranges and washing the team uniforms.
So, with no dad around day-by-day, I was vulnerable as a 15-year-old teen and mom tryied to encourage me to talk with an assorted array of men that she lined up to supposedly give me sage advice that only a father should. Stay on the straight and narrow path, achieve good grades at school and don't get mixed up with the wrong kind of guys, what life obstacles to try to avoid.
Some of these guys were passable and most meant well, a couple were neighbours and mom encouraged the husbands of two of her best friends to call by to officially counsel me. But then there was mom's step-brother, much older than mom, he must have been way over 50. Although he had a different dad to my mom, they were quite close and their mom - my grandma -- being still alive, kept them in regular contact.
This was my Uncle Harry, in his second marriage to Aunt Lynette ... she was way younger than him, even a couple of years younger than my mom. I never had a lot to do with him when I was younger. I think my dad didn't like him because I often heard him making derogatory comments about Uncle Harry. But after dad left, mom seemed to invite Uncle Harry around more often, sometimes with Aunt Lynette, but it seemed a lot of times on his own. Annoyingly, he had a nickname for me, he called me Squirrel.
It was ok when mom was home, but on several occasions, he came by while mom was out. Those times, I found that he tended to find an excuse to sit or stand up close to me, perhaps accidentally touch me. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean that he ever touched any private parts, like my pussy or tits, but I always worried that he could be capable of it. No, it was more like touches on my hands, my arms, my back, my knees, even a couple of times his hand would brush my ass if we passed close to each other. It was also the way he looked at me when mom wasn't around, kind of leering and I would wonder what he was thinking when I saw him doing that. Oh, he usually gave me the creeps, fitting the image of what some of my friends would call a dirty old man. But as I said, that behaviour was usually only when mom wasn't home.
Because of that, I became reluctant to let him in if he dropped by on his own while mom was out. He took exception to my rejecting his visits at these times, even told mom and she got quite angry with me. I tried to tell her about the casual touching, but she wouldn't hear of it, said I was imagining it, even accused me of being rude and impolite to her brother. She said that, 'my brother' ... I wanted to remind her that he was only her step brother, but that sounded petty on my part.
Anyway, I haven't had to go through that lately. Not since I moved out of home and came to this town to start college last September. Yes I know, I was 19, a year older than most freshmen, but I had chosen to take a gap year. Much to mom's annoyance, dad helped fund my travels to and through Europe. I accepted his financial assistance because I figured he owed me something big like that for walking out on his family.
I'm also not in a sorority house, my opinion was that they are too regimented, so I chose to live off campus, renting a small apartment. This gives me a lot more freedom to have my new boyfriend to stay over whenever I'm feeling particularly randy ... and I must confess that seems to be more and more often these days. I lost my virginity ... well, didn't actually lose it ... more like generously gave it away to a wonderful French hunk while on my travels in Europe. There's nothing like having regular sex to make a young woman feel really great. My new boyfriend? That's Jerry, he's a bit older than me ... 23, actually finished college and is working, has a job in a bank.
Mom called me the other day, "So Jen, have you heard from your father lately?"
"No mom, not for a few weeks, I guess he's been busy."
"Too busy for his little girl, that's not right. Tell you what, I'm asking Uncle Harry to drop by and see you, make sure you're doing ok."
"Mom, I don't need Uncle Harry to come see me."
"Yes you do, he's family Jennifer. I'll see what he's doing this weekend."
I continued to tell her that I didn't need a visit from Uncle Harry, but my words fell on deaf ears.
She called me back a couple of hours later, "Ok Jennifer, it's all set, he's coming by Sunday morning. He jumped at the chance to see you again, says he's missed you since you went away..."
"I'll bet he has."
"What's that supposed to mean honey?"
"Nothing mom."
"I don't think you appreciate how much he loves you honey, your Uncle Harry just adores you. Anyway, I've given him your address and he said he'll come by around ten ... ok?"
"Yes mom, thanks! Is he bringing Aunt Lynette with him too?"
"No, you know she's expecting, she's eight months now, the baby could come anytime, so she doesn't like the prospect of a 90-minute car trip each way."
The last thing I wanted was for Uncle Harry to know where I lived. I'd felt much freer now that I was out of home, knowing there was no likelihood of his just dropping by unannounced. He had seemed to have an uncanny knack of knowing when mom wasn't at home.
First thing I did that night was to ask my boyfriend if he could come by Sunday morning so that I wasn't alone in my apartment when Uncle Harry came by. "Oh honey, I've got team practice Sunday morning, you know that," he told me, referring to the softball team he signed up to recently.
"Oh, ok ... do you have to go Jerry?"
"Jen, our first game is two weeks away and I'm the new guy. I want to firm up a place in the starting line-up. Why, what's so important about Sunday morning?"
"Oh, it's ok, mom arranged for my Uncle Harry to come visit me and I thought it would be good if you could be here when he's here."
"Why?"
"Oh, I just find him a bit creepy, that's all. He seems so old and I find him a bit too touchy-feely for my liking."
"Well, I'll come by right after training, and you tell me if he's done anything you don't like and I'll sort him out for you."
"Ok, my big macho protector," I joked.
Jerry stayed over at my place Saturday night and we had a hot wild night of sex, I'm enjoying my new relationship, having a loving and very affectionate bed partner. But that meant that I didn't get a lot of sleep through the night. Jerry must have left for his softball team training around 9.30, but he stupidly didn't wake me. So it was Uncle Harry's knock on my front door just before ten that woke me from a deep sleep.
I jumped up out of bed, still naked from the hot sex workout with Jerry. I grabbed the first two garments that I could see ... a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Now, this is not really the time to tell you more about me, not with my uncle waiting at the door. But I guess I should offer this thumbnail description so you can visualise the events that unfolded in my apartment. So, you know I'm 20 now, medium height, actually 5'6" (167cms for those reading this in countries that are metric), I'm thin build, but toned, with small but perky breasts and I have long, dark brown hair, way past my shoulders when I let it hang down. Ok, got a picture? And my visitor -- my Uncle Harry -- is mid-fifties, about 5'10" but has a tendency to slump. Craggy face, certainly not what you'd call handsome and some of his fingers are gnarly and bent ... I think he has arthritis in them. He's thinning on top and where he has hair, he lets it grow, I guess to compensate for where it doesn't grow up above his forehead.
I opened the door to welcome my uncle. He stepped into the front room, wrapping his big arms around me and hugging me to him, pulling me up against him. I bet he liked the feel of my perky young breasts in only a tee, squashing against his chest. Then, inappropriately, he dropped one hand to hold my right ass cheek in his palm, pulling my body tighter against him. Fortunately, it was late winter and he wore a heavy overcoat to protect from the cold in getting from his air-conditioned car into my air-conditioned apartment.
He held me for longer than an uncle/niece hug should go on. Feeling awkward to have my uncle holding me against him like that, I managed to twist my body out of his arms and pointed to a single chair, "You sit there, Uncle Harry."
"Thank you Jennifer, you're a sweetie, it's so nice to see you again. And look at this lovely apartment you have, do you live here alone?"
"No, my boyfriend Jerry lives here with me," I lied -- Jerry still lives at home with his family and stays over here only on selected nights when he or I or both feel hot to fuck. "He'll be back soon, he just went off to softball training. He's quite a sports jock, you know." I was saying all the things I could think of to deter him from trying to grope me like he used to do when he came to our house when mom was out.
We got to talking, mainly family type stuff. I thought I would be on safe ground when I asked about Aunt Lynette and how her pregnancy was going, but he managed to find a way to turn that around.
"Yes, she's good Jen, only a month to go now. Say, who'd have believed that I would still have this kind of potency at my age, eh? My balls sure do make potent sperm, we had no problem with Lynnie conceiving as soon as we began trying. Now you keep that in mind for the future, Squirrel. If you ever have trouble getting pregnant ... I mean, when you're ready to start a family, your old Uncle Harry would make a good back-up, you know, if you have trouble conceiving."
What an unpleasant thought, and really quite an off suggestion for my old uncle to make to his young niece, "I think I'll be fine thanks Uncle Harry. Besides, that wouldn't be right, me being your niece and all."
"Oh honey, that's all old-fashioned stuff, nobody worries about that sort of thing these days ... and you wouldn't need to tell anybody if you didn't want to. Just keep my advice in mind Squirrel, I have the real potent stuff in my balls."
