Uncle Ash: Part 1 + Prologue

Prologue

As Lori sat in the diner booth, reading the menu again, she swung her feet back and forth beneath the seat. Her sandals clicked against her soles as she tried to alleviate her boredom. How long had it been since her mother excused herself to the bathroom? How many times had the waitress come by asking if she was alright and if she was ready to order?

Glancing at the kitchen, Lori saw the waitress pointing her out to the hostess. They were obviously discussing the Young girl who was all by her lonesome. Even Lori could tell something was not right about how long her mother had been gone but she was not willing to ask these total strangers for assistance.

Finally the hostess approached Lori. She took a moment to size the young girl up. Unlike her mother who had silky Black hair, Lori’s hair was golden and always a little messy. It was thick but not quite curly. It stuck out on the sides from a bad haircut but still somehow fit in a thin ponytail. Lori was wearing an open black jacket over a flower patterned t-shirt and blue jean shorts and knee height socks with wooden sandals.

“Excuse me,” the portly hostess spoke in a timid voice.

“Mom’s in the bathroom,” Lori repeated the same answer she gave the waitress without even waiting for the hostess’s question.

“It’s just that… we’ve checked the bathroom and there is no one in there.”

“Are you suggesting that Mom ditched her bill?” Lori asked while rolling her eyes so as not to look at the woman directly. She did not like talking to strangers.

“She didn’t even order anything,” the hostess explained. “Her car isn’t in the parking lot anymore.”

“How do you know what kind of car my mom drives?” Lori asked.

“We got worried so we checked the CCTV recording. We found which vehicle you two arrived in. It was a tan sedan, right?”

“I don’t know. I normally ride in Daddy’s car,” Lori’s answer was intentionally abrasive.

“Can you perhaps call your father?”

“Mom has his number in her cell phone,” Lori responded curtly.

“Do you have your mother’s cell phone? Do you have a phone perhaps?” the hostess asked hopefully.

“Nah, Mom wouldn’t waste money on that for me,” Lori scoffed. “I get scolded by the teachers all the time because I don’t have a computer at home to do the online homework.”

“Perhaps if you tell us your name, we could get in contact with your parents,” the hostess tried a different approach.

“Lori Caper,” she answered with a smile.

The hostess and the waitress backed up several feet and began to whisper to each other. Lori could hear them complaining about not having been able to see the license plate on her mother’s car. After a moment one of them took out her own cell phone and snapped a picture of Lori. She was startled but she did not complain.

Within an hour, a police officer had arrived to question Lori further. “What are you doing here, little lady?” he spoke softly.

“I’m not a child, you can talk to me normally,” Lori was offended by his tone.

The police officer glared at the hostess and waitress he had just spoken to. By their account he had assumed she was a special needs person. She certainly acted mentally handicapped in their opinion. “Alright, Lori, I won’t treat you like a child. I just need to know a few things about your mom and dad. As I understand it, your mother brought you here today. Do you two come here often?”

“No, she says it’s not worth feeding me expensive food,” Lori answered with evident displeasure.

“Were you two celebrating something?” the officer asked.

“Yeah, Mommy and Daddy just got a divorce,” Lori answered nonchalantly. She obviously did not understand the meaning of the word.

The officer looked surprised but tried to hide it. “That was cause for celebration?” he inquired.

“Mommy said it was. She said good riddance to that man and everything he did to me. She said she was going to forget it all and move on with her life.”

“Do you know your home address, sweetheart?” the officer was starting to put the pieces together.

Lori wrote her address on a napkin and handed it to him. Another hour later and the officer had news from a squad car he had sent to the residence. Apparently the whole place had been cleared out. Mrs. Caper had moved out without a trace after abandoning the daughter of her failed marriage at a dinner in the next town over.

The officer did not let Lori know what his partners found. He avoided talking to her for a long while. Lori was starting to get sleepy when she noticed the sun was going down. She was looking around for the officer to ask him more questions when the door to the diner opened. The sound of the bell caught her attention. She swung around to look and her face immediately lit up. “Ash!” she shouted while leaping out of the booth and running to greet the newcomer.

Her uncle Ashton was a year younger than her mother with a similar slender face and silky black hair. He kept it slightly long and messy though. He was wearing a brown trench coat and looked utterly out of place in the diner but Lori was happy to see a familiar face none the less. She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. Ash, Mommy disappeared,” she tried to explain her situation.

“Sarah didn’t disappear, Lori, she ran away,” Ashton explained bluntly.

“Why would she do that?” Lori did not understand.

“You stupid girl. Your mother doesn’t want you anymore. She blames you for her marriage ending.”

“But… Daddy already said he didn’t want me either,” Lori recalled something her father had said.

“Which is why the police called me,” Ashton explained.

“Are you going to be my new daddy?” Lori asked in a terrified tone. She was worried that yet a third adult was going to abandon her today.

“How can I be your dad? I’m already your uncle.”

“But you’ll look after me, right? I can come and live with you, can’t I?”

“That’s an awfully selfish request,” he groaned. “I was in the middle of a real good time with Shelly when the police called. She was real pissed when she found out the reason we had to stop was because of my no good sister and her brat.”

“I don’t like Shelly. All she does is spend your money.” Lori crossed her arms and puffed out her bottom lip.

“Don’t talk ill of grownups,” he scolded her.

“Why? You always complain about her making you buy her things too. Remember that string bikini she ordered with your credit card. You were furious when you saw the price.”

“To be fair, getting to look at her wearing that thing was a good start to paying me back,” Ashton made a roundabout excuse.

“So if I let you look at me in skimpy clothing, you’ll let me stay with you?” Lori asked.

Ashton rubbed his tired eyes instead of responding. It was a childish way of looking at things. Kids are always looking for loopholes in anything you say. Lori was not a child anymore. She was not exactly raised properly by his useless older sister or her good for nothing husband but that did not mean she had an excuse to act like a child.

At the moment, Ashton wanted nothing more than to turn around and leave without Lori. However, even though taking her in was not his responsibility, he could not handle the embarrassment and shame after all the trouble the police went through to find him. For now, she would be coming home with him. He was definitely going to teach her more than her parents did about acting mature and being responsible.

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Lori fell asleep in the car on the way back to her uncle’s apartment. She awoke to the sound of him slamming the driver door. Without opening her eyes, she groaned at him, “Carry me.”

“I’m not breaking my back for you,” he scoffed.

“You carry Shelly sometimes,” she whined.

“Why are you so caught up on what I let Shelly do? She’s my girlfriend. She gets special privileges.”

“I’m your niece; I should have other special privileges.”

“You do. They start with me not kicking you out on the street.”

Reluctantly, Lori slid out of the car and shut the door softly. Ashton rolled his eyes before opening it again and slamming it to make sure it was completely closed. Lori stumbled from the car to the metal rung stairs that led up to his third floor apartment. Ashton had to keep pushing on her back to keep her from falling over. He had no idea how long she had waited at the diner but she was definitely exhausted.

“I’m hungry,” she moaned after they finally got inside the apartment.

“I’ll bet you are,” he sighed. “I think there’s some leftovers in the fridge. Use a ceramic container to heat it up. I don’t know if that plastic is microwave safe.”

Lori opened the fridge and took one of the containers out. After looking at his cupboards for a moment she determined that it would be too much work to transfer the container and heat it up. Instead, she took the lid off and stuck her fingers right into the mushy food. Ashton had already left the room but when he came back he looked at her with obvious disappointment. Too tired to scold her again, he found her a spoon in one of the drawers and handed it to her.

He had babysat for his sister a lot when Lori was younger. She was always a handful but he had expected her to grow out of it. It was obvious why neither of her parents wanted her. They had done an atrocious job of raising her and neither one of them was fit to take care of her as a single parent. Then again, neither was he.

“I went by your place. The landlord wouldn’t let me in but it seems like all of your stuff was gone,” Ashton explained as Lori ate. “We’ll have to get you new clothes and everything.”

Lori immediately realized who was going to be paying for all of this. “I’m sorry,” she did not know what else to say.

“If you’re sorry then hurry up and get a job to help me pay for things.”

“Why doesn’t Shelly get a job?” Lori grumbled.

“Because she’s in college. Technically she’s an intern at my office but it doesn’t pay much,” he explained.

“You sure do like ‘em young,” Lori mocked him. “I’m in school too,” she argued. “Let’s make a deal, if it costs less to take care of me than her, you’ll dump her.”

“There are other benefits to having a girlfriend than a niece,” he reminded her.

“You’re talking about sex, right?” she responded bluntly. “Are you saying that Shelly’s pussy is worth all the money she wrings out of you? Doesn’t that make her a hooker? Maybe you’re not her only client.” Ashton’s lack of response suggested there was some truth to Lori’s suggestion. “Look, if you don’t make yourself exclusive, then she’s not your girlfriend, she’s your booty call.”

“Who taught you all of this?” Ashton was getting annoyed.

“My friends at school.”

“We’re gonna have words later about who you hang out with.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she responded sweetly.

“Don’t call be that.”

“Why not? Is that what Shelly calls you?”

“Of course not!” he snapped at her.

“I heard that skanky girls like calling their boyfriends daddy. It’s a power thing or a kink.”

“And why do you want to call me Daddy then?” Ashton asked.

“I thought you’d be nicer to me if you thought of me like your own daughter.”

“Trust me, if I had a daughter she would be a lot better behaved than you are. Also, she’d be younger.”

“Mommy had me right out of high school. You always said she should have waited until she graduated college.”

“At that time I thought she’d still go to college at all,” Ashton chuckled. “Shows what I know. Worthless slut. I should have known things would turn out this way. She was always walking around the house in her panties, talking with your dad on the phone late at night. They snuck out so much I’m surprised her belly wasn’t already swollen at graduation. I got made fun of by my classmates a lot for the stunts she pulled.”

“I’m sorry,” Lori apologized again. Although Ashton’s hang-ups about her mom were not really her fault, she had to at least be sympathetic if she planned to leach off of him.

“Never mind,” Ashton had not intended to make her apologize for her mother. “Just finish that and get ready for bed. I don’t have a spare bed or even a spare sheet for the couch. We’ll sleep in my bed tonight like we used to when you were younger.”

“I don’t have any pajamas,” she whined.

“Just sleep in your underwear,” he did not care in the slightest.

Lori glared at him as he left the kitchen. “He’s still treating me like a child,” she muttered to herself. She was too tired to complain though and she definitely did not want to sleep on the couch that night.

Ashton was already lying on his bed when Lori entered the room; flat on his back with his eyes closed and still wearing his clothes from the day, minus his boots and trench coat. “Did you brush your teeth?” he asked without opening his eyes.

“I don’t have a tooth brush here. I just used some of your mouth wash.”

“Fine, I guess.” Ashton did not really care if she followed proper hygiene; he was just used to being strict with her because her parents never were.

Even with his eyes closed he could feel the bed sinking when she climbed in next to him. From the feeling of her skin as she brushed against him, he could tell that she was indeed in her underwear. The desire to peek at a scantily clad girl was outweighed by his fatigue. Though he did not show it, he was definitely a little pleased with the situation. He was not so moral not to be turned on by the idea of a half naked girl sleeping next to him, even his own niece. A girl was a girl and as looks went, Lori got the best of both her parents’ genes.

Lori was more tired than he was; she curled up next to him and fell right to sleep. Barley ten minutes later she had her arms and legs lying over him, using him as a pillow. Ashton woke up a few times but never really stirred until the middle of the night when he awoke to a sensation he quickly identified as her knees on either side of his arm, squeezing it tightly. His elbow was definitely digging into something it should not have been. Her crotch was soft underneath her panties. He wanted to reach over and poke it, partially to tease her and partially because he had been left unfulfilled after the police interrupted his afternoon rendezvous with Shelly.

For a long moment, Ashton debated with his conscience. Eventually his libido won out though. Lori gasped when she felt her uncle pushing his fingers into her crotch, forcing the cloth of her panties up inside her slightly. “Not right now,” she scolded him.

“Just a little bit,” he argued while rolling over on top of her. She was immediately aware of something hard between his legs pressing into the cloth of her crotch, and it was not his fingers.

“Knock it off.” She pushed on his chest. She gasped again when he pressed his lips to her neck. “I’m not Shelly. You can’t treat me like this.”

“You’re a freeloader,” he reminded her. She relaxed a little, feeling slightly guilty. His bulge pushed her panties deeper into her.

“What do I have to do?” she asked reluctantly.

“Just keep your legs together,” he ordered her. She closed her legs as he pulled back, releasing the pressure on her crotch. She felt the warm flesh of his cock against the skin of her legs as he slid his pants down slightly. He pushed it in-between the tiniest gap of her thighs and rubbed back and forth. From his breathing she could tell he was getting off with just her thighs. It concerned her that he did not need to actually have sex with her to feel satisfied. However, she also felt flattered. All he needed was her bare thighs to feel attracted to her. It felt like a compliment.

It took longer for Ashton to get off than Lori anticipated. She was already falling asleep again when she felt the warm wet sensation of his cum slipping down between her thighs. “Ew,” she groaned.

“Should I get you a towel?” he offered.

“No.” She squeezed her legs together and basked in the feeling of slimy warmth smearing on her skin. Though it was definitely gross, she wanted to enjoy the fact that her uncle found her attractive enough to assault in her sleep.

Grateful that he did not have to get up, Ashton rolled off of Lori and lay down beside her with his arm draped over her shoulder. He patted her chest lightly, making sure to squeeze one of her breasts slightly.

“Don’t push your luck,” she warned him in a stern but sleepy voice. After a moment she had fallen unconscious again.

The realization of what he had just done was washing of Ashton. Even half asleep, he had no excuse for treating any part of his niece’s body as a tool to get off. He hoped she would not remember when she woke up in the morning. If she did, he would have to play it off as unimportant somehow.

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It was mid morning when Shelly unlocked the door to Ashton’s apartment with her spare key. When she saw the living room empty and all of the lights off, she called out loudly. “You better not still be in bed. It’s Sunday. You already wasted your first day off. What was up with the police calling anyway? Was it about your sister like you thought?” Shelly’s voice trailed off as she entered the bedroom of the apartment. The strap of her purse slid off her shoulder and the whole bag hit the floor accenting exactly how disturbed she was by the sight before her.

Even with the lights off the sun was shining into the room enough for her to see her boyfriend lying in bed with a young girl clinging to him, clad in nothing but her underwear. What was worse was the fact that Shelly recognized this girl. Lori sat up slowly, yawning and stretching. “Good morning, Shelly,” she greeted the annoying acquaintance on principal.

“Lori, so help me god, you will explain yourself immediately before I call the police and get one or both of you arrested.”

Lori stared at her drowsily for a moment before shifting her gaze to the man sleeping next to her. She then looked down at her own attire, or lack there of. Slowly the pieces fell into place in her mind. “Well, I would explain it to you except I’m a little worn out after yesterday. Plus, I’m pretty sure you can figure it out for yourself. I mean, it’s not like this is the First Time this has happened.”

Shelly’s eyebrow twitched as she glared at the little tramp in bed with her boyfriend.