Allison’s Uncle

Allison came home from school and threw her backpack on the floor near the sofa. “Uncle Pete?”she called.”You home?”
“Yeah honey”, came her uncles muffled reply.”In the kitchen.”
Allison came bouncing into the kitchen, her round little breasts bouncing against her thin white blouse. She went over to her uncle and gave him a quick hug. She smelled alcohol on his clothes and blinked her eyes. “You weren’t drinking, were you?”
“Naww, baby girl, don’t worry ’bout it. I just had a little bit earlier.”
He was definitely a bit tipsy.
Allison sighed and went over to the fridge to start dinner. Bending over in her short school issued skirt, she searched the fridge for any edible remains.”And you didn’t get anything for dinner? Great.”
With her back to him, Allison crossed her arms over her chest. She hated when her uncle drank, and he’d been doing it more and more since her parents had died. “I ate at school but what are you goin’ to eat?!” She turned around and straightened her skirt. She couldnt believe her eyes as she saw her uncle rubbing his bulging penis through his pants and grinning. “Oh i’m sure i can find something to eat around here,” he said without taking his eyes off of her. Allison glared and tried walking past him to go upstairs.
“Where you goin”, her uncle asked still rubbing at the growing lump in his pants.
“Allison didnt answer and pushed past him into the front room and started picking up her back-pack and books. She didnt want to see him like this and she was a little embarrassed, knowing that when he sobered up, hed be upset about it too.
Uncle Pete grabbed her arm with his free hand and being as thin as she was, his fingers easily wrapped around her upper arm, clenching tightly.