Uncle Jack sits me down for a talk.. and more

Late Sunday afternoon I was in my room texting my girlfriends after just spending the morning with them at the mall, exchanging funny chats about the idiot boys at school when I suddenly get a notification pop up – a message from Uncle Jack.

*”Hey, any chance you could come by?”*

My heart skips a beat, I haven’t spoken to him since the incident in his bed. I didn’t even reply to his message when he sent me a photo of my underwear. I just didn’t know what to say, I wanted to die of embarrassment.

My fingers move quickly along the keypad “Sure, I can be there in half an hour.” I assume he’s got a work call and he’s asking me to go over to look after Mason. I welcome the invitation, Daddy’s downstairs drinking with a few of his poker buddies. I noticed the last few weeks he’s drinking more and more. It’s been a few years since we had any drunken incidents, I thought we’d moved past his drinking problem.. needless to say, I’m happy to get the hell out while him and his friends drink until late into the night.

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When I walk through the front door, I hear Uncle Jack call out my name from in the dining room “Sammy, in here” I drop my bag in the hall and head over.

I feel a bit sheepish, all I could think on the bus ride over is how I’m meant to react about my underwear being found under his bed. What excuse am I even sipposed to give? Because the truth is not about to set me free.

Without even looking at him I ask “is Mason upstairs?”

“Actually.. no. He’s at a sleepover right now.” I look up, confused. Wondering why I’m here.

“Sammy, look. I’m sorry to call you over, but I thought we could talk? Would you please sit? It’s not a conversation I wanted to have through text and there was no way I was coming over to yours with your dad there when I ask..” I hesitate, my heart pounding. I pull a chair out and sit next to him, with him in his seat at the head of the table.

“Sweetheart, the past couple of weeks I’ve noticed a bit of a change in your demeanour and I’m worried. Look, I know I’m not your father but I’m worried. First, with the picture you send me and then finding your underwear in my room? What’s going on?”

I feel sick. I feel trapped, there’s no escaping this. My hands twist under the table, I can’t stop fidgeting and I don’t know what to say. My mouth goes dry, I look down, swallow and attempt to compose myself.

But before I can respond Uncle Jack places his hand on my shoulder and says gently, almost in a whisper “talk to me, Sammy. What’s going on? Is something happening at school? Is there something I should know about?” I shake my head, not meeting his gaze. My lips remaining firmly shut. I can’t tell him. I have nothing to say.

Uncle Jack sighs and removes his hand from me. He sounds disappointed “Darlin, whatever is happening.. it’s not appropriate. I don’t know-” and that’s it, I’m ready to spill.

I look him in the eyes and feel I’m close to tears “Not appropriate, Uncle Jack? ***Not appropriate?*** I’m the one that caught you staring at me, I’ve seen you watch me. I know you look at me a certain way. You think this is easy for me? You know how I feel and yet you do nothing? If you don’t want me back that’s fine but don’t tell me I’m the one being inappropriate!” I stand up to leave, I’m angry and tears are streaming down my face. I feel like a fucking fool.

But before I can take 3 steps away, I feel his hand grab my elbow and pull me back to him. “Sammy!” he’s holding me in a deep, warm embrace and I’m sobbing into his chest, the smell of his shirt intoxicating. My arms wrap round him, my fingers grabbing at his body. I’m quivering.

Uncle Jack let’s me cry it out for a few minutes, his hand on my head, stroking. Then he pulls away from me a little and takes my chin in his hand turning my face to him “Sammy, I don’t know what you’re talking about. How am I meant to know how you feel? What’s happening?”

I can’t take it anymore, I thrust my mouth to his, meeting his soft lips, he doesn’t resist, he’s kissing me back and I shut my eyes and never wanting this to moment to end. My body pressed right up against him, I feel a hardness grow in his crotch.

But as soon as it started it’s over. He’s got me at arms length, shaking his head. “No, no, sweetheart. We can’t do this. I don’t want to take advantage of you. I’m so much older, I could be your-”

“-Daddy” I finish the sentence for him and as soon as it’s escaped my lips i see the pained look in his eyes.

“Sweetheart, don’t. You can’t be calling me that,”

“Uncle Jack, I love you. I have wanted you for so long, I’ve waited for you. And I know you want me to. I’m begging you not to stop this. Please.”

“Shh, Shh.” He pulls me close again for another embrace but I won’t have it. He needs to hear it.

“You think I’m too young for you, don’t you? That I don’t understand what it is that I want. But it’s you. I have dreamt for months about what it would feel like to feel you inside me… wondering what you taste like. Take me. Please. I can’t keep torturing myself with this.” I look up at him and move close again, this time he doesn’t stop the kissing. His hands exploring my back, pulling me closer.

His mouth opens and our tongues are lapping against each other, it’s electric. His mouth is so hungry, I’ve never felt so much ecstasy. He grows harder between us, his hand slips under my shirt and his fingers on my care skin sends shocks through my body.

Through the passionate kissing, Uncle Jack manages to say “Sammy.. I’ve dreamt about this.. God, I want this so much. I’ve always wanted you, baby.”

“Take me to bed, Uncle Jack…”

*All characters are adults, older than 18+*

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