I knew I had a lot of explaining to do. It was Friday night – or morning, I realised as I glanced at the clock behind my uncle's head. Already way past two am, I realised I could hardly say I was just back from the part-time job which was supposed to end by nine pm. My uncle didn't look ready for any explanations as his eyes were definitely blazing.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Frank, I didn't take note of the time. . ." I began nervously, twisting my fingers.
"I can imagine," he said through gritted teeth as he folded his thick shirted arms, blocking me from proceeding past the hallway and into the main house. "Your aunt was worried sick, you know that?"
My aunt was his wife, who was my mom's elder sister. Aunt Sheila was a nice lady, though quiet and a bit laid-back on some issues. I knew she'd have been concerned but she wouldn't be looking this mad with me as Uncle Frank was. But then he took most things seriously.
"I'm really really sorry about that," I breathed, sighing. "I just. . .I lost all track of time, my friends were having this party, I didn't know when it got so late. . ."
"For a twenty-one year old, you sure act pretty dumb at times," he snapped. "You could have rung to say you'd be late."
I remembered that I hadn't charged my cell phone for days and it had been off all night – but of course I couldn't use that excuse or I'd look even more dumb. I felt totally responsible for the ticking off my uncle was giving me. After all as my Uncle had so rudely pointed out, I was a grown twenty-one year old woman living with her aunt and her family for the past two months while I worked in the city and saved for furthering my education. I was broke but had a lot of friends, and was more preoccupied with having fun than anything else really. My mom had asked her sister to take me in for a while so I could get myself settled while I made plans. I had a part-time job, made a little money, but would have made more if I was more serious with my life. It was safe to say I wasn't.
"You're not a child, Tara," I heard my uncle say more calmly. "Why do you keep acting like one? You know your aunt and I care a lot about you."
I looked up at him with more embarrassment. Yeah, he'd been nice to me ever since I moved in two months ago. He was an aloof kind of guy, handsome and fortyish, with the build of a boxer though he had a successful corporate career. Once in a while I speculated about him and how he got hooked up with a plain though sweet-natured woman like my aunt. I'd have thought him to have more. . .exciting tastes.
"I know, uncle, and I'm sorry," I said once more, almost rolling my eyes now. I just wanted to go up to my room, have a shower and jump into bed. Gosh, I'd had a rough night of drinks, dancing and a bit of fooling around with my boyfriend and his pals. I didn't need any more of this. I tried to walk past my uncle, but just as I brushed against him, I felt his hand grip my arm and I stilled.
"Saying "sorry" doesn't make everything alright, Tara. No matter how many times it's said."
His hold was firm, almost hard, and it bit into my arm through the thickness of my coat. It was somehow electric, and I instinctively tried to shove it off. That sent my coat falling apart and his eyes widened. "What the heck do you have on?"
Good question, I though acidly, feeling like an idiot for not buttoning properly. Let's just say, a little strip tease had been part of the evening, and all I had on was a mere slip of a dress. My underwear had been "seized" during the night on some pretext or the other by my raunchy friends. I could see my uncle staring at my fat, dark pink nipples and full breasts sticking through the thin material of my dress. It was short and exposed my bare thighs with my long legs tapering to tiny feet in heels. I wanted to hold the coat back closed but Uncle Frank held both wrists to stop me.
"Gosh, you're practically naked!" he snapped, though I wished he'd look at me when he said that and not at my semi-exposed boobs. They were sort of huge, emphasized further by my small waist. It felt somewhat arousing to watch him look at them with a kind of helpless fixation. My aunt had modest assets, so I guess it was a while he'd seen so much boobs on display. I found myself struggling to break free- but weakly. I kind of liked the idea that he probably was turned on.
"Uncle Frank, can I please go up to my room? I'm tired," I said quietly, forcing him to meet my gaze, which was expressionless. He let me go abruptly. He didn't say another word, just shook his head at me. I walked past and up the stairs of the quiet house. My aunt slept like a drugged being till the next morning, so she couldn't have heard or seen the exchange. And my two cousins, Anthony and Felicia, had rooms on the other side of the house. I could feel my uncle's eyes on me as I climbed the stairs, but I didn't look back.
Up in my room, I showered luxuriantly. I loved the feel of the rushing water down my naked body. I closed my eyes as I soaped my breasts. Somehow, my uncle's face appeared, his eyes darkened and wide as they'd stared down at me. I stroked my nipples, sighing. A familiar ache arose from my loins. I wasted no time in slipping my wet soapy fingers down to my lightly furred pussy to play with the pinkish little folds. I hummed at the delicious feeling. But it was never enough.
Once I was done, I pulled on an old t-shirt and plopped on the bed. There was only the reading light on at the head, so I lay back and opened the novel I'd been reading all week. Some light erotica, mild enough yet tantalizing sweet. I was tired and fell asleep to the thought of how nice it would be to be pleasured deeply by another. . .
I didn't know when my bedroom door opened. Or did I? Somewhere in my hazy subconscious I should have known what was happening. After all it was mere minutes after I'd shut my exhausted eyes.
My mattress dipped to a weight far heavier than mine. A warm, gentle hand fell on my left thigh. With my face in my pillow and belly down, I could hardly tell who could be running smooth, firm fingers all over the soft skin of my legs and up to the hem of my short tee, which was slowly, noiselessly rolled up to reveal my bare bottom. Caresses, sweet and slow, followed all over my exposed skin, squeezing at my waist, my ass, like one savouring the taste of a delicious dish. I felt deeply aroused, and groaned deep in my throat at the gentle touch. But I didn't wake up.
I didn't even flinch when minutes later, those hands were joined by the feel of equally soft and equally firm lips. They licked, they practically chewed, on the flesh of my ass and thighs and waist. It was quite ticklish in fact, but I decided I didn't want to interrupt by complaining. After all it felt good to be eaten, somewhat. I could hear hard, harsh breathing now, that wasn't mine. I still kept my breath low, deep, relaxed, like that of one peacefully sleeping. I think I wanted to see where this would lead.
