Her Fucking Uncle_(1)

Her Fucking Uncle

Cindy had just gotten back from school – barely through the door, in fact – when the sight of her uncle soured her day.

“Oh, welcome home, pumpkin.” her father said. “Uncle Jeremy just got here and we’re having coffee in a minute. Would you like some?”

“No.” she said coldly and strode up the stairs to her room, glaring at her uncle as she passed him.

He was a scrawny, yucky man. He dressed in dirty slacks and didn’t bother to groom his hair properly. And, god, he said the most inappropriate things whenever they were alone. Why was he here? Oh, whatever. Her dad might like him, but she and her sister totally hated his guts. Rebecka had always been better at hiding her disgust with their uncle, as she was the older one, but Cindy was 18 now. She shouldn’t have to take Uncle Jeremy’s abuse anymore. His eyes lingering at them when out back by the swimming pool, or his creepy smile whenever they entered the room – she hated all of it.

Better just go to her room.

She resisted the urge to slam her bedroom door behind her. Couldn’t let it show too much just how irritated that man made her. She glanced into the mirror above her bed, admiring her tanned skin and dishwater blond hair which fell to her shoulders. She always got compliments about her big, piercingly blue eyes, and she knew the boys in class were always gazing at her admittedly ripe breasts and firm yet curvaceous ass. Boys was all the guys in class were, though. What she wouldn’t do for a man. A real man, not like her uncle.

With a sigh she threw herself on the bed and opened up her laptop. Two messages on Facebook. One from some guy she’d met at a party a week ago, whose friend request she bitterly regretted having accepted. But the other message was from her cousin, Tess. Not from her uncle’s side, thank god, as if he could even find a woman willing to have his kids anyway. Tess was Cindy’s aunt’s daughter, and she was her own age. They were kindred spirits in many ways, not least in that they both abhorred their uncle. Both Cindy and Tess, who had inherited her mother’s great figure and her father’s dark skin, loved going to the beach and swim, but their fun was spoiled every time Uncle Jeremy came with them and the rest of the family.

“Hey,” she wrote to her in a PM.

“Hey, what’s up?” she replied in no time at all.

“Uncle is here. Yuck.”

“Ewww, why?”

“Coffee with dad. God, I hate him.”

“He’s so gross, can’t believe what Beckie said.”

This was news, had her sister Rebecka said anything about Jeremy? Not that she could remember, she hadn’t. Her sister was always more lenient with their uncle, so she rarely gossiped about him.

“Apparently,” Tess started in a message. “Remember last time we went to the beach?”

“Yeah.”

“She saw him behind some rocks.”

“And?”

“She saw his dick.”

“GROSS”

“And she said it was HUGE.”

“Shut up! OMG. Disgusting.”

“Haha I’m just saying. Didn’t Beckie tell you?”

“No! Yuck!”

She quickly changed the subject and they chatted for the better part of an hour. She had to log off, though, when her dad called her down for dinner.

She switched out her skirt for a pair of shorts – unfortunately she didn’t have anything but shorts or tights. She silently treaded down stairs, hoping Jeremy was gone. No such luck, he was sitting down at the table next to poor Rebecka.

Cindy strode into the kitchen with a sour face before making an effort to pretend that her uncle’s presence was even tolerable.

She paid little attention to the idle chit-chat and concentrated on her food. From time to time her dad and uncle would exchange a joke and her uncle would laugh loudly. His laugh cut into the air like a rusty saw. She shared a glance with Beckie and it was plain to see that their irritation was shared. She took some chicken on her fork, holding it loosely. Her fingers faulted, and the fork fell down unto the floor.

“Sorry.” she said with little sincerity and reached down beneath the table. What she saw there almost made her shout out in disgust.

Uncle Jeremy’s hand was on Rebecka’s knee. He was caressing her – no, caressing wasn’t the right word, he was assaulting her! For a second she thought she really was going to shout, but then she noticed the other thing. Next to his hand, through his slacks she saw an unmistakable bulge. There, from the other side of the table, she saw the outline of the biggest dick she had ever imagined. She covered her gasp with her hand. That thing had to be at least ten inches, maybe eleven.

She was so entranced by the shape sticking out from her uncle’s pants that she almost forgot her fork. Eventually she got it and got up from under the table. However, now everything seemed different. Suddenly, when she looked at her uncle she felt something other than her usual repulsion. It was sort of the same, but there was something new now. From out of nowhere, she was now sensing something like interest. Fascination. She couldn’t believe it.

What surprised her even more was that, once she had realized it, the sight of Uncle Jeremy’s penis had made her forget the fact that he was rubbing his hands all over Beckie’s leg. Suddenly the disgust was back in force when she looked at her uncle’s face. She couldn’t take it anymore, but she couldn’t just call him out on it in front of their parents. Strange as it was, her dad really liked their uncle. She supposed blood ran thick. Better to approach Beckie calmly later and talk with her about it.

For now, though, she had to leave or she really would vent her disgust in front of their parents.

“Excuse me,” she said. “I don’t really feel well. Mind if I go up to my room and lay down.”

“No problem at all, sweetie.” her mother said. She was a beautiful woman, a natural blond but who’d dyed her hair brown.