Broken In By Uncle

Broken In By Uncle

by Lubrican

I was lying in bed one morning, kind of between that place where you’re asleep and that place where you’re awake. I was sort of dream-thinking about my upcoming trip to my Aunt and Uncle’s house. Every summer we kids went out there, to the farm, and stayed for two months. There were four of us kids, and they had four too, so it was like having a one room schoolhouse full of kids all living together and stuff. Mostly it was a lot of fun, but we fought like all kids do too.

Anyway, I was lying there, dream-thinking, and I suddenly remembered a time when my Aunt and Uncle were giving about five or six of us a bath. I don’t remember who else was in the tub, but I do remember that it was Uncle Bob who was washing me. I think I was maybe ten or maybe eleven. But what I DO remember was his soapy hand slipping between my legs, and his finger sliding inside my body down there. I remember saying “Uncle Bob, that feels FUNNY!” and then laughing. And I remember him saying “That’s your little pussy, Daphne, and some day I’ll fuck that little pussy for you.” Then my Aunt reached out and slapped him on the arm and said I was way too young yet and to leave me alone. He just looked at me and smiled and gave me a big wink.

I woke the rest of the way up then, astonished that this memory was hanging around in my mind. Surely this was some bizarre dream. I was sixteen now, and I’d been going back to the farm every summer for five or six years since that “memory” and he’d never laid a hand on me. Hmmmmm. That’s not true, actually. We all fought to sit on his lap, or between him and Aunt Beth when we were all watching scary movies on their video player. The older kids didn’t, of course. I had a brother four years older than me and a sister two years older than me. I closed my eyes and my mind went back to summer’s past, and I got a clear recollection of the older teens all lying together under a big blanket, watching the movies, and about how Aunt Beth had to tell them to shush as they wrestled under the blanket. And in those memories were the ones of Uncle Bob’s hands sliding around on my back, or my thighs, or my butt. But he never tried anything sexual with me. At least not like in the bathtub.

My pussy was wet. Just thinking about this stuff made my pussy wet. I mean as the years went by I learned all about sex and cocks and pussies and stuff. I never did much, because my mother told me to wait, and that I’d know when it was time to give up my virginity. She said I’d love the man so much that I wouldn’t care about the pain, or about getting pregnant. She never put any of us girls on birth control. She said that if we were old enough to decide to spread our legs, we were old enough to live with the consequences. So every time a boy tried to get me to drop my panties I’d just ask myself if I loved this boy enough to have his baby. The answer was always “Nope” and that was that.

Oh, I’d given some hand jobs and all that, but nothing else much. I sort of put my mother’s rule about intercourse to the test with other sexual things too. Like putting their boners in my mouth. They all wanted me to do it, but I couldn’t figure out what was in it for me. So I rated them as if were going to be intercourse, only not quite as strictly. Most boys were found wanting.

Anyway, I was astonished because my pussy was wet, and I’d been thinking about my Uncle touching me and saying that one day he was going to fuck me! I mean, that’s pretty strange, isn’t it? I couldn’t think of a single one of my friends who had ever said “Oh, I just can’t wait to feel my Uncle’s big old prick in my pussy.” My friends just didn’t say things like that. They talked about that as it pertained to boys, but not Uncles. So I promptly pushed that to the back of my mind, telling myself I had food poisoning or something that had made me think up those crazy things.

Until I got to the farm. Then it all came rushing back as I saw my handsome Uncle’s laughing face. I mean it all FLOODED back. I looked at my Aunt and she had this strange look on her face. She came over and gave me a hug. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost” she said in my ear.

I stood back. “It’s … nothing. I had this crazy dream. I’ll tell you about it later.” Then I was greeting my cousins. There weren’t as many nowadays as there had been in the past. My older brother didn’t come out here any more, since he had a real job in the city. My sister Cindy – the one two years older than me – was due to show up, but she wasn’t there yet. For her whole last semester of High School she worked an internship at this place where they had a whole bunch of them and a dorm for them and everything. So I hadn’t seen her for several months. The youngest of us now was little Tommy, at 14. Come to think of it, little Tommy wasn’t so little any more. He stood almost as tall as me and could now pick me up and carry me anywhere he wanted to whether I wanted him to or not. He was their youngest child. There were only four cousins present, two of theirs and two of ours.

I asked where Sue Ellen and Bob Junior, their two oldest were. It turned out they hadn’t gotten back from college yet. Sue Ellen had waited for her brother to graduate so they could go off to college together to learn agriculture so they could come back and take over the farm when the folks retired. That was going to be a while, since Uncle Bob was only 39 and Aunt Beth was 36. This was their first year of college, and they had their own place and jobs and such. But they planned on visiting the farm later, and would probably stay a month.

For some reason I got to thinking about how old everyone was. Based on Sue Ellen’s age, I did the math and suddenly realized that Aunt Beth must have had her at either fifteen or sixteen. Wow!

Then I did the math for my own parents and realized that they had had my brother when my mother was sixteen and my dad was eighteen. Double Wow!

We got all our stuff out of the van and began dragging it in to the communal bedrooms. They had two bedrooms in the old house that were for their own kids. But when we all came, we got split up by ages, with the older kids in one room and the younger kids in the other. No one had ever questioned this arrangement, but my dream suddenly came back to me again. Wouldn’t most folks split up a group like ours by sex, rather than age?

But that’s not the way it was with this family. Older kids in one room, and younger in the other. This year might be different though, what with all of us being between the ages of 14 and 18. Plus there were now two boys and two girls – a brother and sister from each family. It turned out that Janie and Tommy shared a room anyway. The room the college students had lived in was full of junk, and besides, they’d need that room when they got home. There were two sets of bunk beds, in each room and, since the four of us had been sleeping together every summer for years and years, it just seemed natural that my brother and I put our stuff in Janie and Tommy’s room.

The four of us went out and our cousins took us on the big tour, which we’d had ten or fifteen times before but had a good time on anyway. I saw my sister’s car drive up and saw her jump out and run and throw herself at Uncle Bob, but I didn’t go over to talk to her, cause I was in the middle of sitting on top of a horse. Then it was time to be back for supper. Aunt Beth herded us around the table and told us to eat before it got cold.

“Where’s Daddy” asked Janie, who was a year younger than me.

“He and Cindy are gabbing about old times or something. They’ll be along. I told them dinner was ready. Now … eat.”

And, ten minutes later, Uncle Bob and Cindy did show up to eat. Cindy was all flushed and pretty looking. I wished I had her looks. I had great big breasts that were always in the way, while hers were nice swells that made her look slim. Her hair was blond and shiny, while mine was brown, running to red. She just looked beautiful. He was smiling like the cat that caught the canary too, and I thought they must have just enjoyed some great joke or something for her to be so perky.

After dinner Aunt Beth announced that we would play board games.