“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.
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 sixteen, I stood almost five-foot-six, with long, brown hair usually tied in a ponytail. I was a studious young woman and graduated early. 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.”
“I don’t mean that.” His hairy, muscled leg flitted across my smooth baby skin like a darting fish. “I mean you’re out of school and about to go to college. That’s a lot to process.”
“It is, yes, but I’m looking forward to change.”
A firm hand clasped my bare midriff, albeit casually. It made my body flush with warmth.
Hello, Mr. Hands!
“You tired of being the little girl?”
“Yes, but it’s not that, really.” Timidly, I put my arm around his waist. “I love it here and I love Mom and Dad, but…” I paused, remembering how my parents were only ten feet away, so I lowered my voice. “I just want some freedom and privacy.”
“Like any girl your age.” His hand squeezed and rubbed my flesh. “Sorry…woman.” Philip huffed, smiling, watching a large, black crow on the high branch of an old oak tree. The crow looked back, cocking its head to the side. “You’ve changed so much in the past couple of years. You’ve become one sexy lady.”
“Unc!” I yelped, then caught myself. “Please,” I whispered.
“Can’t I pay you a compliment?” That fucking hand was doing its magic on me. He certainly had a way. I could feel heat pulsing throughout my body. “Jeez.”
“Mom would go nuts if she heard that.”
“So you’re going to tell her and out me?”
“Fuck, no.”
“The way you look now, Meg, you’re going to have to fight them off.”
“Don’t worry. I know how to handle men.”
“Ohhh.” Philip sounded unconvinced. “Okay, then.”
He leaned over and kissed me on the temple. One more caress with that teasing hand and he swam away. I could feel my pussy clenching, much to my surprise, as I watched his body move in perfect motion across the length of the pool. I couldn’t break my gaze as he went up the concrete steps, water dripping, before he grabbed a big towel and wrapped it around his shoulders.
I watched surreptitiously as he mixed another drink before stretching out on a chaise lounge next to Mom and Dad. I fidgeted for a minute, bobbing up and down in the water. Philip’s words, like his hand, had done a number on me, making me very self-aware of my body. I swam forward, stepping out of the pool, going around to the far side, and climbing up on the diving board.
From my elevated vantage point, I scanned my surroundings, arms swinging self-consciously, feeling like I was on display. The pool took up about half the yard, the rest being green, plush grass dotted by various trees and shrubs my folks had planted years ago. Lilac bushes lined the wooden back fence and there was a small rectangle of cultivated soil to the north side where they gardened during the season. I could see a few ripe tomatoes and yellow squash ready to pick.
It was a hot afternoon with a few puffy cumulus clouds. Although the sun was far past its peak as it moved toward the horizon, it hadn’t yet tucked itself behind the large, old-growth trees that saturated the neighborhood. I looked down at the motley trio lounging to my left. Mom had dozed off, a large-brimmed straw hat covering her face. Dad had disappeared behind the evening newspaper. Philip, however, gazed at me intently, that smile on his face, like he was examining every inch of my teenage body.
God, he looks like such a fucking perv right now.
“Go ahead,” he prompted me to take a dive.
Jesus, I felt so exposed and vulnerable up there. My nipples were noticeably hard, pussy throbbing. I know my cheeks were blood-red and they burned, but not from the sun. Still, I kept a straight face, bounced on the edge of the diving board a few times, and took a plunge. I swam several laps around the pool and took a few more dives, all the while feeling my uncle’s eyes examining every square inch of my body. As the sun started to fall behind the tree line, I climbed out of the pool, putting on my robe and sandals.
Twilight came and Mom made busy in the kitchen, cooking dinner while Dad and Philip made their way to the living room, cans of beer in hand. Meanwhile, I hopped into the shower. After the big day and my uncle’s words and caresses, I felt out of sorts, nervous, and wanted to wash the day from my body. Standing there, letting the warm spray of water caress my naked skin, enveloping the bathroom with steam, I slipped a pair of slender fingers between my thighs.
Lord, I need some relief. A good come will straighten me out.
Tugging a stiff nipple, I massaged my downy bush, quickly dipping inside to rub my swollen clit. “Ahhh…” I moaned as quietly as I could as pleasure swelled. My pussy responded as predictably as the tides.
“Ohhh, yesss…” I hissed. Eyes closed, I couldn’t help but think of Philip’s hulking body and his hands on me. I still felt his bold caress and envisioned myself snuggling against his hairy chest.
“God, oh god, oh fuuuck! Yes…YES!!!” I whimpered, forgetting myself. The shower stall amplified my sounds of pleasure as I quickly climaxed, bracing myself against the pale, blue tiles as my body shivered and quaked, my mouth agape.
“Take me…take me!” There was no guessing who I was speaking to.
Son of a bitch, Meg, what is wrong with you? Philip? For real?
The next moment, I tasted my juices, rinsing off the last of the soap from my body before toweling off. I slipped into some loose shorts and a white tank top, forgetting the bra and panties. It was just family, and a naughty part of me knew Philip would love it. I just couldn’t help myself despite my conflicted thoughts and feelings. Hopefully, Mom and Dad would ignore my skimpy attire.
Dinner was consumed at the kitchen bar, roasted herb chicken and potatoes au gratin ready-made from a box, and a few fresh veggies from the garden. As I expected, Philip couldn’t stop staring at me, his eyes hungry as he tried not to appear obvious in his desire. Like the calculating cad he was, he kept busy making small talk, staring up at the wall clock when either of my parents made eye contact with him.
Afterward, Mom scooped out bowls of chocolate ice cream and we all retired to the living room. Dad switched on the big, console television set and we all got comfortable, my father in his big green Naugahyde BarcaLounger, Mom on a more modest, overstuffed colonial-style chair next to him, and me and my uncle on the sofa, off to the side.
“Long day, huh?” Dad looked over to me, a glass of iced tea in his hand. The flickering, green glow of the television screen danced on his face.
“Yeah, Dad, for sure.” I smiled. “It was fun, but I’m glad it’s over.”
Silence fell. I sensed everyone was tired and wanted to unwind. Yes, it had been a big day and I was proud of myself, but also both excited and apprehensive at the same time about the future. You know, like any woman my age.
Then there was Uncle Philip. If you told me the day before that I would be masturbating to the thought of him, I would have laughed, but there I was, sitting right next to him on the sofa, feeling the warmth of his body, trying to concentrate on Hawaii Five-O. Minutes turned into an hour, then two, and, as per usual, Dad nodded off and Mom didn’t look far behind.
“Getting late for the old folks, huh?”
I could barely hear Philip’s voice as his breath wafted across my neck making the hairs stand up. Goose pimples formed, again my nipples burning as they grew erect against the cotton fabric of my tank top. The next thing I knew, his hand was on my shoulder. It had been resting on the cushion behind me, so it wasn’t much of a move, certainly not one Mom or Dad would see.
Then it happened. Goddamn, that smooth move as he slipped his hand under my tank top should have won him an award.
“Philip,” I squirmed, trying not to respond and awaken my parents. His hand lay flat across my soft, bare breast, moving slightly, making sparks fly from my nipple to my now-throbbing pussy.
“Just be still, honey,” he purred as my breathing increased.
“What the fuck, Philip?” I was terrified that one or both of my parents would wake up and totally freak over what was happening, but apprehension slowly faded as he gently massaged my nipple. Fucking god, it felt so good. I leaned my head back on his arm as he moved over to the other nipple. I wanted his mouth on mine so badly, but that would’ve been too much of a risk. Then, with a snake-like slither, he slipped beneath the waistband of my shorts.
“God, Meg,” he almost groaned. “No bra and no panties. So naughty.”
“Uh-huh,” I gasped gently, nodding my head a bit as Philip’s magic hand did its work. I was still unsure how to feel about this. My own uncle! No doubt it was incest.
Next, his fingers brushed across my fur. Instinctively, my legs opened a few inches. He let out a slight moan of approval. No matter what was blurring through my brain, my body accepted his touch.
“Mmmm…nice and soft. I love a lady with a neat bush. So nice to nuzzle.”
“Uh-huh,” was all I could muster, unable to think beyond the pleasure he was stirring up between my thighs. I was starting to sweat. My mouth was parched and I needed a drink of water.
“Oh, Jesus, Meg, your clit is so erect.”
“Y-yesss…uhhh.” The pressure against my engorged rosebud was driving me mad!
Bill and Michael were no slouches, but my uncle had a completely different, practiced touch. That and the fact my parents were only a few feet away added a danger element, awakening an unexpected exhibitionist streak in me.
Mom and Dad watching this…oh, my!
Then he slid his finger in as far as it would go. I was so wet and slick inside, there was no resistance. Quivering, my mouth involuntarily fell open, eyes wide as he started curling his finger, gently and steadily, against the spongy area behind my clit.
“God, it feels so nice in there, Meg.”
“Mmmm…nggg…f-fuck, uh-huh.”
Jesus, my uncle was slowly coaxing me toward orgasm, and he knew exactly where my sweet spot was! No doubt, he had practiced on countless women over the years,…