Uncle Bob

Chapter Five -- Ups and Downs

Author's Note: After some feedback from the ever-faithful Copperskink, I've changed the story around a bit from what I implied in my note for Chapter 4. Chapter 5 shows the strains beginning in Stacey and Bob's sexual relationship. Chapter 6, involving a 3-way adventure, is now written & being proof-read, and the 'awesome' bit I referred to last time has been moved back, and will probably become Chapter 9. So there's lots more to look forward to!

Enjoy - and lots of feedback, please!?

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The next three weeks were pretty bad. Actually, they were mostly the fucking pits, with just a couple of highlights.

Stacey called on Tuesday to say that her dad wanted her to go visit on the next weekend. Usually Michael was only too happy to forego the contact with his daughter that he had fought so hard for during the divorce proceedings -- which is how I got to see so much of her. It seems that after he'd won the access to Stacey that was so symbolically important to him, my shit-for-brains brother found that keeping up contact with the girl was too much like hard work. Much easier to let good ol' Bob do the work. Except that for me, it was never work.

So Michael had been happy to let me take up around three-quarters of his access visits. I think he was trying in some way to punish me for all the things I had called him during the divorce, probably the least offensive and most accurate of which was 'self-obsessed asshole'. If this was the case, I think he managed to make the punishment fit the crime; I'd told the truth, so I got rewarded by seeing a lot of Stacey.

And when, like most teens, Stacey started trying to assert her independence around the age of fourteen, making life difficult for her mom, I was always around and available to help. I can't say that Stacey could never be mean -- sometimes she was a little bitch, even to me -- but for the most part, I was the one she saw as her friend and ally. I was the one she confided in, even if she sometimes did try to use me against her parents. Dolores was initially reluctant to let anyone from Michael's side of the family see her precious daughter any more than absolutely necessary. However, this coldness began to thaw when she realized that Stacey returned from weekends with me a calmer and nicer young lady. That was mostly because I never grew tired of listening to the shit that teenagers talk -- at least, not from Stacey.

So I'd gotten used to spending a lot of time with my little angel. By the time of her eighteenth birthday -- Dolores threw a big party, which my asshole brother, her dad, did not attend, even though he was invited -- Stacey was spending maybe two weekends in three with me. Occasionally, her dad would take her somewhere or buy her a lavish present, just to pretend he fucking cared. The car was her eighteenth birthday present, but delivered a week late because he had an important appointment in Aspen, somewhere half way up his latest bimbo.

See, I've always thought that parenting is one of the most important and toughest jobs on the planet, but frankly, if you can't spare the time and effort to do it, you shouldn't be a fucking parent in the first place. Which is why I despise my brother so much.

But this next weekend, he had pretty-much demanded Stacey's presence, so that she could 'get to know' Chelsea, the latest in a line of spectacularly-stacked bimbos. Stacey knew that to refuse would mean some serious shit being asked about her allowance, quite a lot of which daddy paid. So when Stacey called, we were both pretty depressed. I had watched the video we had made maybe twenty times, and it was the horniest thing I'd even seen on a screen. I'd refused to give Stacey a copy, on the grounds that, if it fell into the wrong hands (ie Dolores'), we would both be as good as dead.

"So why don't I come over and take you out to the movies?" I offered. "Except the movies we'll watch will be the ones we made ourselves. And then we might find someplace to make another one."

"It's a cool plan, Uncle Bob, but mom will want to know all about what movie we saw when I get home, and I can't make it up." Shit. What other excuse could we think up? Stacey extemporized for me. "Maybe we could say it was, like, a gig by a friend of yours?"

Stacey was into music in a pretty big way. I'd taught her to play the guitar, and she was getting nearly as good as me. (My buddies say she's better, but that's because they just like to look at her and don't listen hard enough). Her mom knew very little about modern music, and would only let Stacey go to concerts if I was there to look after her, as she distrusted music venues and the people who hung out there. (She's probably fucking right, and I could well be one of the more disreputable fuckers that frequent these places.)

So we agreed on our story, and Wednesday night I picked her up from her mom's place. As we were driving down the highway, she casually reached across and unzipped me, took my cock out and started to blow me as we were driving. This was seriously unsafe, but I didn't want her to stop, so I drove off down a dirt track off the highway as soon as I could, and came down her throat about a minute after hitting the parking brake. I tried to eat her out in the back seat, but there wasn't room, so I put the picnic rug on the hood, spread her legs and feasted for a while (to her evident and noisy delight), before my cock was hard again and found its way inside her sweet little cunt. As usual, I sprayed her tits, face and stomach with cum, so I had to clean her off with baby wipes. (Well, it wouldn't do for me to take her home to her mom smelling of jizz, would it?)

Then I got my laptop out and we watched the videos -- especially of me ass-fucking her that first weekend, and the one of her getting severely and comprehensively fucked, tied to my bed. She got so horny that she started fingering herself. I took over, and she came twice watching the movie of her getting DP'ed by me and the vibrator. Then we put the rug on the ground and fucked for maybe another hour. We stopped at a gas station washroom to clean up a bit more before I took her home.

The following weekend frankly sucked like a black hole. Stacey kept texting me, telling me what a nice lady Chelsea was, and sending me some photos of her and Michael and Chelsea in various places. Sure, the woman was hot, in a sort of blow-up sex doll sort of way. Her tits were way too big, and quite clearly not real -- perhaps a better word would be 'unreal' -- but that was how Michael liked them. I just spent the weekend editing our home movies and jacking off over them.

Stacey and me had a long Skype conversation on Monday evening. She told me that Michael and Chelsea seemed very happy together, that she thought that Chelsea was pretty and very sexy. "She has these, like, dresses and stuff that are totally hot. And she has these amazing boobies. We were at their pool deck and she was in this tiny bikini and you know, Uncle Bob, her body looked awesome. I know that she's so had work done, but it looks way good on her. And Dad's always smiling these days. He's not grouchy like he so was when he was with that douche-bag Taylor."

"Probably the sex is better, and she spends less of his money," I suggested. I also guessed that Chelsea spoke like Stacey, as my angel seemed to have become even more 'Valley' since the last time I'd spoken with her.

"Oh sure. I think the sex must be way good. She has, like, this big mouth, and these huge boobies and these long, long legs. I was totally jealous. And one time, when we were out, she had her purse open and I saw a tube of lube there, so I guess she, like, takes it up the butt."

"Sounds like she's a lot like you, but not as cute."

"Oh but Uncle Bob, she so looks sexy and awesome. I just look way scrawny and lame alongside her."

"Stacey, my beautiful babe, you are totally sex on legs." Even I was sliding into Stacey's exaggerated speech patterns now. "Look, baby, just because she has big plastic tits and a mouth that could swallow a supersize salami whole, that doesn't mean you're not the sexiest girl around. She's a lot older than you, but you do the horniest things -- possibly even hornier than her. Just think about our videos. Just think about what we did last week!" I sure as Hell was, and the memory made me hard. "And anyway, who're you trying to impress? You're surely not looking to seduce your dad now? That really would be sick."

"Oh Uncle Bob, that's gross!" She paused, perhaps thinking that fucking her dad's younger brother wasn't much less gross than fucking her dad. "No, it's like, I just wish I looked a little hotter -- you know, with bigger boobies and stuff."

"Stacey baby, next time you can get your sweet skinny ass around here, I'll show you just how sexy your titties -- and your ass and your perfect pussy -- really are. You're gorgeous, baby, and it's not just me that thinks that. You said yourself that boys chase you, and think about those three losers at the beach, hitting on you. It's because you are so perfect. Please don't wish for bigger titties, and for fuck's sake don't ever, ever get anything plastic put in them. When Chelsea hits fifty, hers will either be around her ankles or she'll be leaking silicone through her nipples. Just please stay beautiful and natural for me."

We planned the up-coming weekend, with some more bondage, dressing up and role-play. "I wanna be like this street hooker, and pick you up and talk totally dirty and stuff. And could we please try to do it, like, outdoors again -- somewhere a little sleazy? And, like, could you get some sort of uniform? You know, maybe you could be like this cop who's punishing me, or maybe a soldier and I'm your prisoner. And, like, I'd be maybe tied up or handcuffed and you'd make me take it up the ass and I'd be like crying -- but not really -- and that would be so hot. And could we do it again with a vibrator or a dildo in my cooze and your cock in my ass?"

That night, I jerked off four times just remembering what she had said, imagining us doing it -- and, of course, watching our bondage video.

But our plans had gotten royally screwed by the Thursday Stacey called, and I could tell she was seriously pissed. "Mom says I have to stay with her this weekend. She says she has some sort of surprise for me. It's so unfair. Like, I've got this awesome cheap whore outfit I was gonna wear for you, and I got totally horny just trying it on - I had to get my vibrator out like straight away. But she says I've so gotta do this, but she won't say what it is. She says I'll like it, but Uncle Bob, all I wanna do is come around to your place so we can fuck all weekend."

So that weekend, instead of getting my cock inside the tight little ass of my slutty angel, dressed as a cheap hooker, I spanked the monkey a few times. Then, bored with that, I went down to a titty bar I know and paid a bored-looking brunette to do the same thing for me. I figured that a handjob in a skuzzy back room wasn't really being unfaithful, given the desperate circumstances, but I still felt guilty about it.

But it got worse. Apart from a few 'Hi, how are you?' texts, I didn't hear from her all weekend. On Wednesday evening she Skyped me. She seemed sad, and kept looking down -- not her usual, bubbly self at all. I asked about the weekend, and she brightened up a little, but said that there were some surprises, and they were good, but she couldn't tell me about them. Not just yet.

"Baby, there's something wrong, isn't there? I can tell. What is it?"

"Oh Uncle Bob, promise you won't be mad at me?"

This sounded ominous, but I solemnly promised.

"Well, you know that we said that we couldn't get married and stuff? And that someday I'd have to find someone else? And, like, we've had two weekends when I've had totally no sex? Well, like -- I blew this guy on Friday. And today, after school, I -- sorta - let him fuck me." Her voice trailed off and her face pulled an embarrassed grimace.

Jesus! I was feeling guilty about a paid-for handjob, but Stacey was doing it all -- or nearly all -- with some geek! I took several deep breaths. I'd promised not to get mad.

"Was this Ricky?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"Oh no, Uncle Bob. There's this new kid at school. His name's Josh. He's only been here for a couple of months. His folks are working down on the coast, and then they're moving to, like, the Caribbean. He's like, training to be a dive master and sail boats and awesome stuff, and he's sooo cute." She was obviously smitten by the boy, because her enthusiasm had returned. This was wrenching my guts.

"So, like, he asked me out to a party last week, and mom said I could go. You know, Uncle Bob, I so haven't been to a party since, like, forever, so I went along, and Josh and me were kissing under the stars, and it was totally romantic. And then he got his hand under my skirt, and I didn't want to do it but I sooo did. And like, you're way better than Josh with your fingers and your tongue..."

"So he ate you as well?"

"Well, sorta -- I guess. Like, this party was in this big house down by the Intracoastal, with this huge garden, and people were totally making out all over the place, and me and Josh just sorta found this place near the water, hidden by some, like, bushes and stuff. And Uncle Bob, it was only 'cuz I was sooo horny, 'cuz me and you so haven't fucked in, like, weeks. So when he put his hand up under my skirt I was like, oh whatever. And like he's way cute and awesome and all the girls think he's a total hunk. So he like took my little panties off and fingered me, and then he got down and licked me. Uncle Bob, you're so the best at licking my pussy, but when Josh did it, it still felt so cool and tingly. I guess it was because I was being so naughty. Like, he's a boy from school, and I've only ever done this with you and Ricky, and I was totally horny. So, like, he fingered and licked me, and he made me come."

I felt the pain in the pit of my stomach get worse. My slut angel was putting out for other guys. But that wasn't all.

"So then I was like 'Josh, can I do something for you? Could I, like, suck your cock?' 'Cuz like you know, Uncle Bob, I

have

sucked other boys' cocks before, so it's not like I was being

totally

unfaithful to you"

Yeah, I knew. How else could she have got to porno-class deep-throat level? Although I was more interested in feeling the benefits of this experience than thinking too hard about how she'd learned it.

"So he was like, 'well, you don't have to, but whatever'. So I just unzipped him and pulled it out. You know, he's not that big, but it sorta looks bigger 'cuz he's like, uncut. You and Ricky, and those other guys I blew, they were almost all cut, and I think it looks prettier. And Raoul, his cock is like, totally huge, I suppose like most black guys."

"Thanks, Stacey. You're making me feel a whole lot better about this. I suppose all the boys you've sucked off were bigger than me."

"No way, Uncle Bob! I'm so sorry if I'm saying this all wrong. No, your cock is awesome. Raoul is totally the biggest I've ever seen, and I can so not get much of him in my mouth, There's no way I can get him down my throat. Ricky's is about the biggest I can do that with, but yours is a really good size. It fits my throat and my ass and my little cooze so well. And, like, you're totally the only one who's been in

all

those places."

"Until Josh," I added with poorly-disguised annoyance.

"Well -- I suppose, yeah, but not, like, everywhere. And it was like, different. See, he's not like the other boys. Raoul keeps calling me a 'ho', like he does with all the girls, and wants me to sit on his dick. Ricky tells me I'm pretty, and he used to, like finger me and even lick my pussy in his car when he drove me home from school."

"While he was driving?" I added with a strong note of bitter sarcasm.

"No, silly. We'd pull off the road, like me and you do. But he so never got his dick between my legs. Like, I was totally a virgin until you showed me how, Uncle Bob."

"Well that's something, I suppose. So what did you give Josh?" Although it broke my heart to hear her tell me about fucking other guys, I still needed to hear the filthy details, to see what my rival was getting.

"Well, like I said, I blew him in the garden on Friday. He came real quick. He said he was totally impressed when I took him all in and swallowed his load. See, it was easier than doing it for you, 'cuz he's, like, smaller, and way easier than with Ricky. So we cleaned up and kissed some more, then we went back to the party, and he got me home by eleven like my mom had made him promise. I so think she likes him."

"I'm pleased for all three of you," I managed to say, though my throat was tight. The way she looked and sounded so excited made me ache inside.

"Oh, don't be so mean, Uncle Bob. He's a boy my own age, and you know how I so need sex now that you've shown me what it's like."

"I know sweetie. It's just that I get jealous to think of any other guy getting his cock inside you. Please tell me you didn't let him fuck your ass."

"No way! I'm saving that for you. It's mostly 'cuz I want to be totally faithful to you, and 'cuz it's so awesome when you do it. But I so think boys are too clumsy. You totally make it feel good, and I don't think, like, Josh or Ricky know how."

"Well, I suppose that's something to be grateful for. But you did give him your pussy. Please tell me you stayed safe, baby?"

"Duh, do you think I'm, like, some airhead bimbo, Uncle Bob? Of course I stayed safe. See, he wanted to stop and do it in the back of his SUV on the drive back to my mom's on Friday, and I was, like, scared. Neither of us had a condom, but he was like, 'it's cool, I can pull out', but I was like 'no way!' Then on Monday, he, like, came up to me when we were alone during the lunch break, and told me how good it was on Friday, and that he totally wanted to, like, 'make love to me properly'. (All the other boys just say they wanna fuck me.) And he kissed me sooo softly, I was way tingly again. And then he felt me up. Well, Monday I was like, thinking of you and me, and about last Friday night and stuff, and I'd left my panties off 'cuz it was hot and I felt horny and my skirt was totally long."

By Stacey's standards, a skirt that's two inches below her pussy when she's standing up straight is 'totally long'. I really hoped that, on the times when she left her panties off at school, she was at least wearing something a little more restrained.

"So his fingers on my clit were so what I needed, and he, like, asked if I'd left my panties off just for him, and I was like 'sorta', and then he gave me a lovely quick come, just rubbing me. And so then he got this condom out of his pocket and he was like 'so how about we do it after school?' And I was like, 'I don't know.' But after school, he was waiting for me. And he was like, 'leave your car and come for a ride with me down to the beach.' And we parked in the dunes, a little way from where me and you had our awesome sixty-nine, and the Frisbee guy so nearly caught us? There was no-one about, so we went out into the dunes, and we, like, totally kissed, then he just took off his t-shirt and jeans, and he has this awesome body. So I sucked his cock a little -- not down my throat this time, just in my mouth. And he took off my clothes and went down on me and so made me come. Then he pulled out the condom and put in on, and before I knew it, he was, like, totally between my legs and slipping it in."

"Oh -- a sort of 'accidental fuck'," I said rather bitterly.

"Well, kinda, but I totally wanted it. Oh Uncle Bob, you don't know how it feels to be horny all the time and to so have nothing but a dildo for company. I even left my butt-plugs at your place! I totally needed to fuck. And Josh is so the cutest boy in school."