To my dear regular readers, this is a softer version of my normal, and the sex is coming in late to the story because she’s a virgin. In her grayed young world, although unbeknownst to him, her uncle became her rock. She wanted to give him what was most important- her virginity. He gives her new life from the neglect of her past, but in the end they are still niece and uncle. Can her inexperienced naive seduction erase all his qualms? As always, comments welcome.
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“Fwank is here,” I mumbled to myself, standing on tiptoe and peering out the front window to watch his jaunty walk up the weed choked sidewalk.
Not Uncle Frank or even Frank. I couldn’t roll the R’s like everyone else so Fwank it was and always has been. Unruly straw-colored hair, sharp jawline, and thin lips created his handsome and somewhat boyish face. Mama always referred to him as her handsome brother even though he was her only brother. Her baby brother, she always has to remind.
The morning of my sixteenth birthday Fwank showed up in his usual suit of gray pinstripe, blue tie, black suspenders, and dark gray fedora. No men wore hats anymore and I was always intrigued by it. Always, meaning the annual visits he made that were usually on my birthday.
He said, “Dolcezza I want you to come with me to pick out your birthday present.” Mama insisted that she would come along. He told me later that he threw his sister a red herring and I didn’t ask what that was because all l knew was, she didn’t come with us and I was glad.
Two hours later we were back in my shiny red car with the white sticker in the window. I had a new car and two hours of Fwank to myself.
We parked in front of the house. He turned in his seat and said, “This is your car. Don’t let her take it from you. Get it?” I nodded in understanding. Although I didn’t ever admit it to myself.
He left me a set of keys but took the second set, then hugged me goodbye on the curb and left.
Mama had left for her hair appointment and manicure, but on her return the first thing she asked was where the extra keys were. I told her he had them, and her face screwed into an ugly frown. She never even wished me a happy birthday.
My name was not Dolcezza, and I was at sea to what it meant but I did love the way it rolled off his tongue… Dol-chay-za. It was certainly better than the lispy sounding name Bethany.
Mama speculated about his money and told me in a dramatically conspiratorial whisper that she could expose him as a gangster but being her brother and all, she wouldn’t.
But I knew she had a crush on Eliot Ness. That’s why she looped crackly black and white Untouchables on sleepless nights. She just needed to romanticize that someone in her life was a mobster, or better, that she was important in his life.
No matter, I bought into it, and after that he was Dirty Fwank to me. I did think the fedora made him more gangsterish. I watched a few of the Untouchable shows so I was savvy.
I expected Dirty Fwank on my eighteenth birthday, but he was a no show.
Not bad enough that my birthday was in July, during summer break. Birthdays that fell during the school year at least had a party with homemade cupcakes and shiny colorful hats. To make matters worse, still no Dirty Fwank.
I did not have my hopes up anyways on my nineteenth birthday. Mama would always pat her beehive hairdo and tell me, Bethany that’s the way Frank has always been. We never could depend on him.. But she never had cupcakes or a present for me. So that’s the way she has always been.
I just wanted his presence, not a present. He was my rock in a sea of Mama’s mishmash and neglect. My best friend in high school told me once that I lived in a melluva hess at my house. She never knew the half of it.
By my twentieth birthday I didn’t even consider that he would show. I had just started my summer break from the local technical school for cosmetology because I was going to be a hair stylist.
A package wrapped in wrinkled purple paper and an orange string arrived that morning addressed to Dolcezza at my address. I carefully untied and unfolded to save the wrappings.
It was a cell phone with his phone number programmed in. A note with it in scrawled handwriting said…
Call me at midnight
I showed Mama the phone but not the note. “Look what Dirty Fwank gave me.”
But she just glanced at it, said nothing and grimaced, stretching her lips across her teeth to apply her red lipstick. I used to think she was sad because she could not afford anything for me, but I don’t think she was sad about it at all. It never bothered her that her daughter had to wear thrift store clothes to school. I was glad when I got to the technical school we had to wear uniforms for my cosmetology classes. It was the first time I looked like everyone else.
Daddy had walked out on us before I knew him, and although she worked two jobs, we never seemed to have enough money for a hair cut for me, for clothing or shoes, no Christmas and no birthday. All I had to look forward to, or be miserable about, was a hit or miss visit from Dirty Fwank.
They say you don’t miss what you never had but I was thrilled to be like others and finally have my own phone.
Mama worked the night shift and left at eleven, so I had to wait another hour to call. I nervously tapped on the phone icon under his name.
“Dolcezza.”
“Yes.”
“I am sorry I missed your birthday.”
“Birthdayssss,” I enunciated and stretched the S at the end, just to make sure he knew that I was all grown up now and he had missed it.
“Yes yes, I’m sorry, I did miss a few, didn’t I?” His voice flowed like honey over the phone, sweet and calming.
I nodded, my eyes spilled tears. I don’t know why he became so important to me. He was rarely around and then when he did show up, it was only for a matter of hours, and he was gone again. Yet, he was my rock.
We never knew where he lived but Mama thought probably with other gangsters and that it was best we didn’t know so we wouldn’t have to go into some sort of government protection and then have to give up our identity and never talk to family or friends again.
So, I guess it was good we didn’t know.
“Dolcezza?”
“Yes?”
“Are you mad at me?”
“Yes. No,” I waffled.
“So, you must be in college now?”
“Technical school. I’m going to be a hair stylist.”
“How were your grades in school?”
“I got all A’s. Mama said I was always book smart.”
“You’re very smart, honey. What would you want to do?”
“I want to be a teacher.”
“Nice. Very nice.”
“I guess it’s tough for your mom to swing the money for you. For your schooling I mean.”
“I work at the diner and saved, and now I can pay for school and work now.”
“Oh Dolcezza.” I heard a loud sigh. “When is your summer break?”
“Right now. Just started.”
“I’ll pick you up Saturday morning. Tell your Mama.”
I nodded.
“I have to go now. Use this phone and number any time you need me. No matter what. Call me. Even just to talk.”
I nodded. My eyes leaking again. Then I sniffed.
“Don’t cry.”
“I’m not,” I snuffled. He sighed and hung up.
The next morning, I told Mama that Dirty Fwank was coming to pick me up on Saturday morning.
Two days blurred by, and the Fwank morning dawned. I never called so last night he texted the time.
She not only never asked, but he never said how long I would be gone, but it made no difference since I had few clothes of my own to pack, and she kept all of the new clothes in her closet. Everything went in an old beat-up brown suitcase that I found in the attic.
“You make sure Frank buys you things… I don’t know girl… You’ve always been book smart but sort of dumb sometimes,” was her goodbye to me that morning before she left for work. She often told me that, but I don’t know what prompted it now, nor did I care.
I was all jittery excitement while I waited at the window. He pulled up to the curb, I pulled the door closed behind me and he had already picked up my suitcase and had it in his car.
I stopped and stared. It was the first time I ever saw him without a hat and suit jacket. His tie was loose, suspenders clasped, and the sleeves of his blinding white shirt rolled up to his elbows.
He opened his door and leaned on the roof. “You coming or not, Dolcezza?”
I had worn my best dress because I didn’t know where we were going. It was from thrift and was well worn pink cotton that was a size too small. My bust was an ample D, as Mama described us both and often were tight in the bust.
Fwank’s eyes slid over my body trying to catch up with the years he hadn’t seen me. I slid into the passenger’s seat, and the big black car roared to life.
I latched my seat belt, cleared my throat and pointedly looked at him when he didn’t. He took my visual scolding and buckled up.
We got on a highway and the scenery began to fly by. The clock on his dash said we had been on the road for an hour and still not at our destination.
“Why do you call me Dolcezza?”
He looked over and his eyes roved over me. “You’ll figure it out someday.”
I sighed. “I call you Dirty Fwank.”
He chortled in amusement then burst out laughing. “I don’t think I’m going to ask how that came about. Would you rather I call you Bethany?”
“No.” I picked at the skirt of my dress. “I call you Dirty Fwank because Mama said you’re a gangster.”
This time he laughed so hard the car swerved. “She did, did she! My sister is a little cracked in the head.” And he laughed again.
I laughed this time, secretly agreeing with him.
“Okay so then you’re Dolcezza and I’m Dirty Fwank… Although your speech is perfect now so you could call me Frank or Uncle Frank.”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
He shrugged.”I couldn’t get used to you calling me that anyway.” He slowed down and we took an exit. “Time for a sandwich. We still have a way to go.”
“Are we going to your house?”
“Yes, we are.”
“Are you married?”
“No, I’m not. Never have. Gangster work keeps me pretty busy.” He knew that I knew, and I knew that he knew, but still I wasn’t about to let him see the amusement on my face, so I turned and watched the scenery rush by.
We had drippy coney dogs and chocolate milkshakes for lunch. I giggled when he thumbed the dribble of ice cream off my chin then at the corners of my mouth. He smiled with darkening blue eyes and slowly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
Back on the highway it began to get warmer, and I was glad I wore a dress. It came to my knees but if I spread my legs just a little, the air conditioning would blow up my dress. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him watching.
He didn’t talk much so it was hard getting to know him, so I never knew what he was thinking. I dozed on and off and lost track of how long we were driving.
The scenery seemed different now. It was flatter and I could not see anything off in the distance. No trees. No buildings. No mountains. Nothing but beautiful blue sky.
He exited, made a few quick turns, and we pulled up in front of big black gates that inched open as we waited. He parked in the circular driveway directly in front of a house bigger than I ever imagined.
I opened the door, turned in my seat, put my feet on the ground and looked in awe up the steps and up to the two floors that soared above. He came around with my suitcase.
He looked at me and laughed. “What can I say, it’s lucrative being a gangster.”
I trailed up the steps behind him trying to take everything in as I went. The huge balustrades, tall windows, and palms. Palms? We didn’t have palms where we lived.
“Where are we?”
He unlocked the two double doors and swung them open. I stepped into a view that shot right through the house out onto a turquoise sea of crashing white capped waves.
We were on the beach.
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I have always been poor, but never sad about it. Never envied those with more. They say you don’t miss what you never had, and they are right. Mama got her hair dyed and permed every week, which made her happy. Money got tight when I started school, but schooling for hair did not last long and I would graduate soon. Then she could quit her second job.
I stood at the sliding glass doors in the bedroom and silently rhapsodized the view of the turquoise blue sky that fell right down into the matching ocean. It was so dazzlingly bright that I almost needed sunglasses. Fwank put my suitcase on a long dresser and said I can unpack my things into the closet and dressers.
Everything I had fit in one drawer. I carefully stored the suitcase away in the corner of the walk-in closet that was the size of my bedroom at home.
He told me to settle in then come down and we would go shopping. He wanted me to enjoy the pool and the beach, said we would be going out and that I’d need clothes for that.
On his way out he said, “Don’t forget to call your Mama and let her know we arrived safely.” I looked at the clock on the nightstand and knew she would still be asleep. I decided to call her later and went downstairs in search of Fwank.
He sat at the kitchen peninsula talking on his phone. He motioned me in. I looked around the kitchen, just like one that you would see on a television cooking show. We had a hotplate, but microwaving frozen dinners was my specialty so everything in the room was alien to me.
He ended his call and said, “Ready to go get you some new clothes?”
“I don’t have much money with me.”
“My treat!”
He held my hand and led me to the car. We didn’t have far to drive until we were at a big mall. It dusky late and lights darted up the trunks to the undersides of the palm trees that marched up either side of the drive. Inviting lights poured out of the big windows and lured you to the main entrance.
“What stores do you like to- never mind, let’s just go look.”
We held hands as we walked the mall. My favorite window scarecrows were sporting summer hot hues of shorts, tops and bathing suits. Oversize straw beach bags, huge colorful hoop earrings, wild sunglasses, and sandals accessorized each outfit.
“Do you want to go in and choose yourself or do you want me to help?”
“Help please.”
As though he walked into a woman’s clothing store every day, he strode in, scanned the store, saw what he was looking for and began sorting through the rack.
“You’re a medium?”
“In shorts and stuff,” I said, blushing.
A crease appeared between his eyebrows but then his eyes dropped to the pink dress that gaped across my big breasts and he tipped his head back in understanding.
He pulled out a beautiful aqua tank in large and dark aqua shorts in medium. “Try these and see how good I am at guessing.”
There was a knock on the door and a girl that helped us earlier, brought an armload of clothes in as I stepped out. Fwank’s eyes flared and then slowly moved over me. I nervously tucked in my worn bra strap and fiddled with the deep scoop of the neckline.
“Your friend has good taste,” she said, putting the hangers on the wall hooks. “He picked all these out and. I couldn’t have done better.” She hesitated, then added, “Lucky girl!” I ignored the unasked question. She could fish around him if she was interested in his dating status.
According to her they all looked soooo totally tropical and soooo hot on me. We came out with all the clothes and Fwank stood there with various sizes and colors of totes and bags hooked on one arm along with a handful of earrings.
“Do you have sandals to match those?” He bumped his free hand towards the load of clothes.
She led us to the back of the store. The walls were lined top to bottom with rows of sandals ranging from flip flops to wedges to high heel strappy shoes. I sat down, she checked the size and he picked out a half dozen styles and colors that would match the clothes.
We stopped in the lingerie area and to my chagrin he began pointing out panty and bra sets while the smirking salesgirl scooped them up. Apparently, to her, that he would choose something intimate for me, indicated our relationship could be sugar daddy status. I riffled through a rack of nighties so she would not see my amusement.
“Uncle Frank, I’m going to the ladies room,” I said, and watched her eyes widen in shock before I walked away, amused.
He paid and she promised to store our bags until we came back by.
“Now, we need to find you some swimsuits. I know there’s a store here in the mall that specializes in beachwear.”
He had my hand and pulled me behind him into the store. Torsos of rattan women topped each rack. He held up a one piece suit with side cut outs, I nodded, smiling. He checked the size and handed it to me.
He was a whirlwind through the store, and he found another half dozen suits the were consistently tinier than the last. The last one I couldn’t see myself in and I turned up my nose.
“Dolcezza, trust me, you will be gorgeous in this one. Try it on? For me?”
Since he was buying all this the least, that would be the least I could do. I tried that one on first, but I felt embarrassingly naked in it. My breasts were so big that tropical color top did not cover much beyond my nipples, the matching bottoms similar but I was not trimmed enough for his eyes yet.
A couple of the other ones were very risqué, and I would be nervous to wear them, but I added them to the pile.
Both of our arms were loaded with bags as we left the mall.
“That was fun! I think I like buying things for you.”
“It was. Sort of.” I laughed. “Thank you. No one have ever done that for me. I don’t know what I’ll do with them once I go back though,” I said sadly, thinking there wasn’t much that would work back home.
He reached for my hand. “It was my pleasure, honey. You look so beautiful in all that. I know you didn’t shop much.”
“No, we just never had the money. It was mostly thrift store shopping.” I hesitated. “I didn’t mind though. I found a lot of nice clothes although none like these and in such beautiful colors.”
He was quiet for the ride back.
“I have some business to do tomorrow, but I should be back early afternoon. Maybe you’d like to go to the beach?”
“I’d love it.”
He helped me take all the packages up to the room. “You have a lot of unpacking to do.” I looked at all the bags and didn’t know where to start. “Oh wait!” He jogged out the door and was back a minute later. “I got you something earlier today.”
“You bought me something else?” I said, my voice rising octaves. I opened the package, and it was an online reader. “Wow, thanks!” I ran my fingers over the smooth cool glass. “I love to read. I used to go to the library every other day.”
“There’s a program that allows you to download books, magazines and newspapers.”
I hugged it to my chest and he curled his fingers under my chin and stroked my cheek with his thumb. His eyes went smoky blue, his lips parted as we locked eyes.
Reluctantly, he stepped back and said, “I’ll be gone when you wake up. Raid the kitchen. It’s stocked.
The light streamed through the glass wall, and I opened my eyes to a stunning cerulean sky with whipped cream clouds. I felt like a princess with the view, technicolor closet, and the warming comfort of this home.
I showered, and by routine hand washed my bra and panties. After I hung them on a chair on the balcony I went to kitchen. A half pot of coffee was on the stove, a mug, and next to that a plate of chocolate chip cookies.
I never drank coffee until I worked at the diner, because it was free. I nibbled a couple of cookies and washed my mug in the sink.
I found a soft round chair right inside the glass sliders. I had a view of the pool and the beach. I curled up in the chair, searched a book and began to read.
“That’s how I find you… Your nose in a book,” Fwank said, laughing. He set his briefcase on the floor. His gray suit jacket was slung under his arm, his sleeves rolled up revealing dark blonde hairy arms. I wondered if his chest was like that.
“Yes, thanks again. I love this!” I waved the reader.
He smiled. As he walked up the steps he said, “You might want to get dressed, Dolcezza.”
I looked down forgetting I was only wearing a worn out t-shirt. Heat crept across my cheeks when I realized he had clear look at my breasts. The shirt was tattered thin, and the shadow of my dark pink areolas clearly showed and my nipples poked through. When I stood, the shirt dropped from my big breasts and didn’t even cover my patch of blonde hair.
I ran up the stairs and heard him before I went into my room. “Put a suit on, we’ll go to the beach!”
I chose the one piece he had picked out last night. It was red and yellow tropical flowers and had two cutouts on each side. I hadn’t tried that one because it was one piece. It was the bikinis that made me nervous.
I tugged and tried to adjust the suit, but it was designed that way and would not budge. Once I had to suit on, the cutouts started under my arms and pretty much bared the outer half of my breasts. I was still pulling at the sides when he rapped on the door.
“Let’s go!”
I grabbed the towel, beach bag with my reader, a hat and sunglasses and ran down the stairs with the towel covering my breasts.
“Ready?” I nodded and followed him. He had a cooler and umbrella on a beach cart that he pulled the short walk to the beach.
Because it was an area with private homes, the beach was deserted. We found a spot back near the dunes and he pulled a blanket from the cart.
I stood there clutching my towel and bag in front of me.
“Help me with this?” he asked, clearly annoyed because he was struggling with the blanket in the wind.
I dropped the bag but held the towel in front of me while I grabbed a corner of the blanket to hold it down until he could stake it. He drove the umbrella into the sand and opened it. The orange against the dark blue sky was breathtaking. I remembered my phone could take pictures and I dug it out of my beach bag.
The blue and orange was just as stunning as I thought it would be and tempered by the sand dunes behind was beautiful. I walked around and got different angles.
“I’ll have to sign a release before you show anyone those pictures.” His voice brought me back to reality and the fact that I had long ago dropped the towel. I immediately began tugging at the suit. “Stop it, Dolcezza. You have a gorgeous body, and that suit is perfect for you. Give me your phone and I’ll show you!”
I sat cross legged on the blanket next to him shuffling through all the pictures. I hardly recognized my laughing self in the hat and sunglasses, the sandy beach and blue sky background. I sent one of those, one of Fwank and one of the umbrella against the sky to Mama. I had sent her a few others around the house, but she hadn’t replied to any.
He was on his side, head propped on his hand. His chest was as furry as his arms and the dark blonde narrowed down the center behind his white beach shorts. He was younger than Mama and did not seem much older than my twenty years. The one thing that connected us as uncle and niece was our straw-colored hair. My uncle seemed to have cultivated a good tan and I intended to do the same before I went back home.
“You should put some of this on, you’ll burn quickly out here. Even in the shade. The reflection from the sand burns.”
I spread the sunblock on my legs thinking how he was taking care of me. Even spoiling me. It was just me and Mama, so I didn’t know any other way.
I finished my legs and began smoothing the lotion on my arms, then my face. He watched me from behind dark glasses and although I should mind, I didn’t. No one ever took much notice of me, so I guess any attention is flattering. I stroked it across my neck and upper chest above edge of the suit and set the bottle between us.
He picked it up and squirted it on his fingertips. “Move your arm, honey.” He carefully spread the lotion on the side of my exposed breast, then did the same to the other.
“You’re calling me honey, not Dolcezza.”
He smiled. “Don’t you like that?”
I shrugged.
He said nothing further but rolled on his back with his hands behind his head. He was lean. Mama always said, That brother of mine needs some meat on his bones. Frank is too damn skinny.
Since he was no longer looking at me, I could finally peruse him. His legs were long and yes, skinny. His thinness did nothing but accentuate the large mountain at the juncture of his legs. I didn’t know if it was large because he was skinny or because it was actually large. I never saw a man’s stuff so all I could do was guess. Girls in school talked and all I knew was from them.
“Did you call your Mama?” I jumped because I thought he was asleep.
“Not yet. I thought about it but she’s at work. I’ll catch her before she leaves for her second job. I did send her pictures.”
“She can probably give that up since you’ll be gone.”
“Gone?”
He rolled to his side again and removed his sunglasses. “I thought it would be good for you to stay here with me.”
“Here?”
“Yes Dolcezza,” he said going back to my original name. “We can get your school records and you can attend college right here.”
“But where would I live? Where would Mama live?”
“You would continue to stay here, and Nadine would stay there. She could give up her second job since there’d be one less mouth to feed.” His words stung.
“I was a burden.” I sniffed. Behind my sunglasses my eyes rimmed with tears. He hooked them with his fingers and pulled them off.
“Honey you were never a burden. She just..” He searched for words as he talked, and I knew he was being kind about Mama. “She didn’t know how to properly care for you. I think she was barely able to take care of herself.”
I stretched out, facing him, and resting my head on my upper arm.
“So, I’d live here with you?” Live with Dirty Fwank? “Not just for summer break?”
“I talked to my sister about it and she agreed you were better off with me, but in the end, we are leaving it up to you. Your decision.” He brushed hair from my face, his fingers lingered on my cheek for a moment.
I nodded. “Okay then.” Fwank wanted me there with him. Even after all those years of bounding in and out of my life.
He smiled until he dimpled. “That’s great, honey. I love having you here already.”
“You missed my eighteenth birthday,” blurted out of my mouth, out of the blue.
“I know. I’m so sorry. Were you mad?”
“No, not mad. Disappointed maybe.”
“Awh honey I’m sorry. I didn’t know you felt that way. Figured you thought that I was just the zany uncle that popped in and out.” He was apologizing and I appreciated it but still I had to hide the sadness on my face. “I think I understand what’s going on now. I just wish I’d have realized a long time ago. I’m going to make it up to you honey, I promise.”
He groaned and moved nearer, pulling me close and holding me tight. It was as though the floodgates opened and all my emotions poured out of me at once. I began sobbing against his shoulder. He held my head and crooned while it all flowed out at once. I cried so hard I began hiccuping. He continued to just hold me and move his lips against my temple.
“I’m sorry, Fwank.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. I understand now.” He reassured me. “About everything. I get it. I’m your uncle and your only close relative. I wish I had known what was going on with Nadine a long time ago. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you then, but I’m here for you now and I’m not going anywhere.”
He still held me tightly against him but reached back and picked up a towel. He leaned back so he could wipe my face with the towel. He blotted my tears and like you would a child, wiped my nose.
“I must look tewwible,” I blubbered, palming my cheeks, then giggling at what I said because my nose was stuffed from crying.
He smiled. “You look beautiful.” We were so close his warm breath washed over my face. His lips brushed mine and my fingers curled in his chest hair. I tipped my head up wanting more. He sighed, pushed his fingers through my hair and pressed his lips against mine. He teased my lips with his tongue until I allowed him to dip in. His tongue snaked around my mouth. I felt the wetness between my legs.
I backed off and whispered, “Fwank, I…” I was so aroused that I couldn’t even speak. I was so tightly wound I knew that I would fly away if he touched me.
He looked at me quizzically for a second. “You’re a virgin.” It wasn’t a question.
“Oh Bethany, honey. I’m your uncle. We shouldn’t even have gone this far. I shouldn’t have let it get this far. You drive me crazy. I can lose control with you so very easily. You’ll go to school, and find a guy your age to be your first. Or maybe even wait until you find someone you love to share your virginity with.”
My uncle. He was of course. But that made it even more special to me that he be my first. I didn’t want to talk. I wanted action. No idea what or how but I was sure I was going to die if I didn’t get some relief. He seemed so unaffected that I wondered if it were only women that could feel this way. I scanned his face for anything to show that he felt the same. That he called me Bethany set me back and I did not like that. It was as though he was speaking to me as a child and I had to show him that I was a woman now.
His lips parted and I just held the back of his neck and pressed my lips against his, pushing my tongue into his mouth and tasting him. I leaned into him pressing my body into his, but when I did that, it only tightened the spring that was so tightly coiled within me.
“Dammit,” he murmured against my lips. He rolled me to my back and came over me, kneeling my legs wide and sinking between. My legs wrapped around him. He grunted. Pushed that mountain between my legs and I automatically rocked up to grind against it.
Waves of pleasure coursed through me and I kept rocking and grinding. While he kissed me he slipped his hand in my suit and began to knead. I moaned louder and ground against him faster. My nipples grew longer and harder between his fingers.
Suddenly everything went black. I locked my legs around him just as the fireworks went off accompanied by my long low wail. My breaths were sharp and jerky. I wrapped my arms around him and held on because I was afraid I wouldn’t come back. I never felt anything like it. I was in awe but frightened at the same time.
“Oh baby,” he said, brushing his lips over mine. “You had a real ride didn’t you.”
My chest was still heaving while I tried to catch my breath. I had played a few times, but I didn’t really know what I was doing and it was never like this.
I realized I still had my arms and legs around him. “Sorry.”
“I loved it. If you weren’t a virgin, I’d have pushed your suit aside and been inside you.”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah!” His mountain was still lodged between my thighs, and I could feel its hardness and heat.
“I want that.” I rocked up into him and he groaned.
“First of all, if, and that’s a big if, I take your virginity it won’t be on the beach. I’ll have you naked in my bed.”
“Okay then.”
“I’m your uncle.”
“So.”
He rolled on his back and groaned. His shorts were tented now, so what I saw before was not big. At least not big like this. I cautiously reached out and put my hand on it. He jerked and I quickly drew my hand back.
“Oh god. I can shut down the most experienced women without a thought, but I can’t say no to you.” He had a forearm over his eyes. “You can touch it, honey.”
My fingers automatically wrapped around the solid shaft, and I cautiously squeezed to test its hardness. When it jerked in my hand I quickly let go.
“You didn’t hurt him. In fact, he liked that.” I still couldn’t see his eyes, but his lips curled into a smile.
Him. I liked that.
I cupped my hand over him again and felt softness at the base of the hard shaft.
I needed to feel him and slid my hand up the leg of his shorts.
I touched his balls and jerked back. I had never felt anything like that. The thick wrinkled skin then mushy until I felt two firm balls. I realized then it was a pouch. I bumped the hard shaft when I was carefully gathering his balls in my hand. His hips rocked up and he moaned, soft and low, at the same time reaching down to hold my hand in place. He knew I would jerk away not knowing what his response meant.
I put my thumb and forefinger on each side of the hard shaft at the base. The skin was so soft, the shaft was hard. I measured it between my finger until I bumped into the wide overhang, then up to the mushroom head.
It was wet and slick, and I rubbed my finger on it. He groaned and each hand clutching a fistful of our blanket.
“Keep going, baby. What you’re doing…” He hissed a breath between his teeth. “What you’re doing feels so good.”
“It does?”
“Oh god yeah. If you keep doing that you’re going to make me come. I’m not sure if you’re ready for that but-”
“I am!” I cut in. “I want you to come.”
“Alright then. Just leave him in my shorts this time. I’ll help you, okay?”
‘Yes!” My thumb began smearing the slick stickiness in circles on the smooth head.
“Oh damn that feels so good.. Now wrap your hand around my cock.”
I did and he put his hand over mine and showed me how to stroke how tightly he liked to be held. He left me do it on my own and he rocked up, so his cock slid through my hand. He groaned, his fingers gripping the blanket again. He rocked faster and I stroked faster.
“Oh my god yeah, keep doing that don’t stop,” he gritted in a deep voice, his face grimaced.
I felt the first hard throb then hot liquid hit my thumb and was pouring down over my hand. He grunted with each pulse until there was nothing left. I loosened my grip on his cock and a pool of his seed ran down his cock. His cock was still hard, so I used the slickness to continue stroking him. I thought he could come again.
“No more now.” He put his hand around mine and tipped his head to look at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard from a hand job.”
I smiled, hoping that was a good thing.
He groaned. “I knew from the moment I picked you up I wouldn’t be able to control myself around you. You’re just so damn beautiful and sexy.”
“Me?”
Beautiful and sexy. Those words were alien to me. No one ever referred to me as either. I wore thrift store clothes, Mama chopped my hair, I have never worn makeup or even owned any. I kept to myself and did my work at the diner. A few customers asked me to go to a movie, but I declined. I’ve always felt terrible about myself because the other girls had nice clothes, pretty hair, and weren’t shy.
As a child I had the speech problem, but had grown out of that, but I still never talked much.
“Yes you.”
He flipped the cooler open and grabbed two icy sodas. I sat up to watch the waves roll in and rolled the cold bottle on my neck. He pushed up next to me.
As though he just read my mind, he said, “I have a surprise for you.”
“You do?”
“I think you need some spoiling. I’ve arranged a spa day for you.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, I haven’t been privy to one, but I know you’ll get a new haircut and style, and you’ll come out of there all buffed, oiled and creamed.” I reached up and picked at my scraggly straw-colored hair that was the same color as his. Mama always cut it so I never had a real haircut. “So, what do you think?”
I turned and looked at him, wondering what he got out of doing all this.”I’d like that. Thank you. I owe you so much already.”
“Your Mama was tough on your self esteem,” he said vaguely. “And you don’t owe me anything.” He took my hand moved it to his knee. “I’ve missed a lot of birthdays, remember.” I was still unconvinced but the feel of his hot skin under my hand was such a distraction, and I just couldn’t think.
Two days later I was leaving in the morning with Dirty Fwank so he could drop me off at the spa on his way to work.
“Okay, have fun! I’ll be here when you’re done, and we’ll go out to eat.”
I was nervous but excited and pulled open the sparkling glass double doors. As the air exchanged, the aroma of eucalyptus and sandalwood, then lavender trailed behind. I could have just been happy sitting in the waiting area all day and breathing. But I barely had time to sit before a tall red headed woman smiled and beckoned me. We walked down a long hallway and went through the last door.
By the time I left I had been there for hours. I was so relaxed my limbs were noodles, I was waxed clean of nearly every hair on my body including a few embarrassing places, then creamed and softened. My next to the last stop was the salon where my hair was washed, conditioned, cut and styled while everyone buzzed over my natural straw-colored blonde.
My uncle leaned relaxed against his car, lanky legs crossed at the ankle. He wore a dove gray pinstripe suit, and had his fedora tipped. He stood up when he saw me.
“Oh my god.” He pushed up and put his hands on his hips. “You look incredible. I hardly recognize you.” I smiled shyly, embarrassed but still excited. “Give me your phone.”
He took some pictures, then said, “We’ll get more. You send them to your Mama. She won’t even recognize you.”
I nodded. “Mama will be surprised.”
“Yes she, as it should be. I want her to see what happened when you were released from your cocoon.”
“You are spoiling me, Fwank,” I said, getting into the car. I didn’t understand the rest of his comment, but I was too giddy to think much about it.
“Tomorrow we’ll start going through the college catalogs. We need to get you enrolled in some classes.”
SUMMER IS OVER — BACK TO SCHOOL
My grades easily got me into any college Fwank checked with, so it was up to me to choose. I wanted to be a teacher and I had to decide which would cover my needs best. I read voraciously during the day, and we spent time together when he wasn’t working.
He seemed to be avoiding any situation that could repeat what we had on the beach and until now I wasn’t gutsy enough to make the first move.
It may be silly, but the spa day with a new cut and style and a lesson in doing my own makeup has been a real shot to my self-esteem. I felt better about myself and began wearing a little makeup and fixing my hair.
Since summer was over, Fwank had taken me on a school clothes shopping spree. So after wearing thrift store clothing all my life I finally looked like everyone else. With my hair and new clothing it was such a radical change in my life that I did feel like another person. More confident.
I made friends at school, was asked out on dates and had invitations to parties. I politely declined because even though Fwank and I never had a repeat of the beach, he would still be the one. He just did not know it yet.
My new girlfriends gave me lots of tips on seduction, although they never knew that the one, I wanted in my bed was my uncle. I had a plan in mind to slowly lure him in, like a spider to a web.
“Bethany you never did tell us who this hot guy is!”
“Well, he’s not a student, but an older man.”
“Woooohooooo, nothing like going for it, girl!”
One thing about meeting friends at college, they’re all different. Some are almost as naive as me, others have had lots of experience, so advice can get into a wild swing sometimes.
“An older guy? That’s easy! Just wait until he’s in the shower, then sneak in. By the time he knows you’re there you can have your hands and body all over him… By that time his cock will be hard and he won’t fight it, trust me!”
One of the others added, “If it were me I’d just wait until he was asleep, sneak in his bed and get your mouth on his dick he’s yours. Easy peasy!”
A girl more like me said, “No no! You have to polish the art of seduction… Wine… Candlelight… Sexy lingerie… Maybe a dirty movie to really heat things up!”
There was lots of giggling and laughing between us all, but the last suggestion was closest to what I was ready for. I could not imagine myself sneaking into his bed or shower.
He seemed to look at me differently after my makeover. In the mirror, I saw a woman instead of a girl. I finally wasn’t embarrassed to show my body. During the day when he was gone, I’d wear one of the more revealing bikinis at the pool while I read and began to be comfortable wearing them. And really, just more comfortable in my own skin.
I shared pictures with Mama thinking that maybe she’d be happy for me. But other than telling me she quit her second job, she had little to say and it had the undercurrent that her burden was gone and she was now free. I think I knew all along that she would have been happy to not have me around. And maybe that’s why I looked forward to Fwank’s visits. He was more of a constant not being there much than my Mama was always being there.
I prepared dinner and had it ready when he arrived home from work.
“Wow, something smells delicious in here!” He set his briefcase down, shrugged out of his jacket and folded it over a chair. He rolled up his sleeves and finally looked up at me, getting everything ready on the kitchen island.
“I thought since it’s cooler we’d eat by the pool?” He scanned my legs to the hem of my short swimsuit cover up. “I was in the pool this afternoon.” As if I needed to explain, but I was a bit nervous with this seduction stuff.
“Yes of course. Do I have time to change? I’m a little overdressed I think,” he said laughing.
“Plenty of time.”
He sprinted up the steps and was back having quickly changed into pool shorts. We took the trays out. The sun was still high in the sky, but the table was shaded and we settled in to eat.
“It’s warmer out here than I thought!” I mumbled, shrugging the cover up off my shoulders. I dare not meet his eyes but went back to eating.
When I did look up a minute or more later, he had a heavy-lidded gaze. The suit he chose was nothing but small triangles on a string. My young tits were like two large ripe melons on my chest, so that those triangles were just a suggestion of coverage. I was sure as I moved the edges of my areolas peeked out to wage war with his gaze.
I leaned back in my chair as I sipped from the frosty glass, allowing the icy drops to fall and trickle an undulating trail into the valley of my breasts. My tongue darted across my lips licking the red cherry drink.
I looked up to catch him staring and asked,”Is everything okay?” I waved my hand over the table. “Do you need something else?”
He leaned back in his chair, wiped his mouth, and tossed his crumpled napkin on the table. “No, I think I’ve had enough.” I leaned up. “For now.” His eyes trailed down to my breasts again and to give him time, I hesitated before beginning to gather everything on the table onto the trays.
He began to get up to help but I waved him off. I wanted him to enjoy my walk back and forth in the itty-bitty bikini that he had chosen himself. And brazenly, he did just that, although I think he meant to scare me off.
Fwank was experienced and knew a seduction was in the making. I was sure he thought to turn the tables, so I’d run. I was also sure he underestimated me. A woman on a mission. I hope he had reconciled himself to the fact that I was going to be in his bed, I thought with a wicked smile.
I placed my hand on the table and leaned towards him to gather his plate and glass, intending to give him another perspective of my tits. When I would walk away, he had a view of almost all of my ass because the bikini just covered the valley between my cheeks, then went to tie up over my hips.
He was still sitting at the table when I came out from cleaning up. His eyes raked over me as he said, “Should we do the pool or beach?”
“Pool.”
He jumped in with a splash, but I used the steps and took my time descending into the aqua water.
“Mmmm, feels good,” I said, sinking into the cool.
We did not have a pool in our small town, so I could not swim and stayed on the shallow end. Fwank swam a few laps, stroking past me and causing the water to lap against my sensitive breasts, a side effect of my seduction of him. I created a different atmosphere tonight and he was quieter, as though contemplating my next move. Or his.
I leaned against the edge of the pool and stretched my arms out on either side, letting my body float on the surface. He came up next to me, his blonde hair spiked, water beaded on his thick eyelashes. His lips were thin but sensuous, his jaw strong.
“Do you want to learn to swim, honey?”
“Someday.”
“Why not start now?”
I hesitated because this was not going according to my plan. “Okay, but if it get too scared I want to stop.” Then added, “The swimming lessons anyhow.”
He ignored the innuendo and said,”Let go of the side and roll over. I’ll support you, don’t worry.”
I didn’t exactly let go of the edge of the pool, but I did manage to roll onto my stomach. His hands came up under me. One splayed on my lower stomach, the other had a thumb between my breasts and the rest right below my breast in the most distracting way.
“Let go of the side,” he said. “I want you to float like that. I’ll keep holding you, but you have to let go. Relax.”
Sure that I would immediately go under, I held my breath, squeezed my eyes closed and let go of the side. My body did dip down a bit but his strong arms kept me afloat.
“You can open your eyes and breath now,” he chuckled.
I made a big gasp for air, opened my eyes and realized I had not yet drowned. Even though I wasn’t clinging to the side of the pool.
“Phew.” I still had my neck craned, trying to keep my face out of the water.
“Okay, I want you to turn your head and let it lay on the surface of the water. Just exhale slowly, then turn your head up slightly so your mouth is out of the water and inhale. Try to stay as relaxed as you can.”
I practiced that for awhile and he never took his hands off me, making me feel secure. Although I tried to stay relaxed, my body was tense. “I think maybe I’m done for now?”
“Okay, just put your hands on the side and I’ll let you go.”
I did and I really didn’t drop down below the surface as much as I thought I would.
He remained right next to me and when I tried to right myself in the water, I bumped into him. I automatically grabbed his upper arms, which threw me off balance in the water and my body floated against his.
His eyes burned into mine. “I want you badly, Dolcezza, but I also know that you could very well change my life.”
Strong fingers wrapped around the back of my neck; his thumb stroked my jaw. “What are you looking for… Someone to pop your cherry and walk away? Are you looking for more than that? You’re my niece.”
He pushed away and began swimming laps again.
“I don’t care that you’re my uncle. I want you. I always have. I’m not a child anymore, Fwank. I want kisses. I want seduction. I want your hot skin against mine. I want hands and lips on my overheated body. I want-”
Suddenly he pushed out of the water in front of me, his body pressed against me so I was trapped between him and the pool. He wove his fingers through my hair, angled his head and pressed his lips against mine. Not waiting but marauding my mouth with his tongue and taking what he wanted.
After a moments shock, I held his shoulders then wrapped my arms around his neck pushing my aching breasts into his chest. I tangled his legs in mine as I dueled his tongue. Our first kiss was wet, hard, and messy.
“Dammit Fwank, I want you to fuck me,” I gasped against his lips.
He pushed my bikini off and clamped his mouth on my aching nipple. His hands on my breasts stoked the fire that was already burning in my core. His hands stroked down my sides; fingers plucked at the ties until the bottoms floated away.
A deep vibration started deep within me and I tipped my head back in the long low wail. He heard it and grunted, grabbing my ass and pulling me into him. His cock was inside his shorts, and I wiggled my arms down to push them off.
“I’m not fucking you here,” he gritted. “Although the only thing stopping me from pushing you against the wall and shoving it in you deep and hard, is your virginity.”
“Yes,” I hissed. “Do it here,” I pleaded. “I need you so much.”
“When I take you…” He pulled my leg up to wrap around his waist. “You’re going to be under me in my bed…” He rubbed the head of his cock up my slit and around my clit. “You’re going to fuck yourself on this when I’m under you…” I trembled as he took me higher. I rocked my hips in a fruitless attempt to get him to slide it in. “And when you’re in my bed you will be on your hands and knees in front of me.”
His words pounded through me along with his cock on my clit sent me over the edge. I wrapped my legs around him pulling his closer, leaned my head back and wailed through each wave of orgasm that crashed through me.
“God, you’re so fucking responsive,” he said, gathering me against him. I was spent and numb.
He lifted me to the edge of the pool, pushing my legs wide. It was the first time anyone had ever looked at me that way and it made me tremble. I supported myself on my elbows so I could watch his face, try read his thoughts.
He stroked my inner thighs higher and higher until his thumbs caressed my smooth pussy lips.
“You’re so beautiful, Dolcezza,” he breathed, looking at me. “You know that now don’t you?” He was convincing.
He leaned close. his steamy breath washed over my open pussy. My lips were swollen and wet with juices. Teeth and lips nibbled and nipped at their tenderness.
He lifted my legs over his shoulders so my soft thighs thighs framed his face.
I could no longer support myself on my elbows. I lay back to see the stars blinking in the dusky sky before closing my eyes and allowing him control. His tongue trailed up my slit and flicked across the tender bud and I bucked. He had a tight grip on my hips while his mouth closed over my pussy. His tongue continued its rhythmic assault.
The tension built in my body. Suddenly I arched, my toes curled and I felt as though I was flying up to those stars above us. I tried to stifle my cries but couldn’t.
After I caught my breath, he pulled me back into the pool and held me against him. My body still hummed an electric current.
My head was on his shoulder, my lips against his neck and I murmured, “But you still haven’t fucked me.”
He threw his head back in a loud laugh. “No, I still haven’t fucked you.”
He led me out of the pool and over to the shower. He ran a bar of soap over my body while I stood there and let him, like a child. He quickly soaped himself, rinsed, and grabbed two towels. He wrapped one around me, and the other around his waist.
He had his arm around my shoulders and we went up the stairs slowly. “Dolcezza, have you given any thought to this? Even though we haven’t seen each other very often, I’m still your uncle and you are my niece. There are many that think that is incest. Taboo.”
“I have and I know and I’m sure,” I stated unequivocally in one breath. “I know you’re my uncle and I want you to take my virginity. I trust you. You’re the only one I’ve ever trusted.”
“Okay then. Your mom can never know. You can’t ever accidentally slip and mention it or give her any hint at all.”
“I know. But I’m living here with you now, aren’t I?”
“Yes, you are honey,” he kissed me lightly on the lips and opened his bedroom door.
Excitement had built up again and thrummed through my body in anticipation of what was to come. We stood in front of a mirror, him behind me. He reached around and loosened my towel, letting it drop to the floor.
“You are so beautiful.” His hands cupped my breasts. “So perfect. That first day, when you came out in that pink dress looking like a waif, I wanted to bring you home, strip that dress off and do just this.”
My head tipped back to rest on his shoulder, I watched him in the mirror through my eyelashes. He kissed my neck up to my ear while he palmed my nipples. I arched and pushed back into him. I reached back and pulled the towel off so his hard body melted into my softness.
“Ohhh, Fwank,” I moaned. He throbbed against my lower back and his forearm went under my breasts, his hand splayed on my abdomen as he pulled me back harder. His hand slid between my legs. Watching at the same time I could feel him inflamed me quickly. He stroked between the wet folds.
“Oh fuck… you’re so wet,” he murmured against my hear and his breath sent a little frisson through me. “So wet and ready for my cock. Are you, honey? Are you ready for my cock?”
“Oh god yes,” I was burning up and my voice was shattered and husky.
He turned me towards him and pressed his lips into mine, driving his tongue in and out, fucking my mouth. I did the same, then caught his lower lip with my teeth and tugged. He moaned, held my ass and pulled me high. I wrapped my legs around him.
My cunt was wet and steaming hot, and his cock homed in to what it wanted. I gripped him with my legs and he lowered me and came down over me on the bed. I pulled my knees back, opening myself further. He reached between us and guided the tip of his cock to my entrance and slipped in, so the wide ridge was just inside me.
He watched my eyes to gauge the pain of his movements as he pushed in a little more. I was so wet, his cock slid in easily and I knew he wanted to be careful this first time. I dug my fingers into his ass afraid he would pull back, or worse pull out.
He thrust in until he felt the resistance. He concentrated on my face, watching for any discomfort. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. “More please.” He smiled and slowly pushed past the slight resistance. I felt a snap like a rubber band sting, then nothing but pure pleasure as his cock stretched and filled me.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, starting to thrust in and out.
“That feels so good,” I moaned. “Uncle Frank, your cock fits me perfectly.”
That brought a loud moan, and he dropped his head next to mine. His steamy breath washed across my ear and down my neck. He began to plunge in and out, his throaty grunts and vibrations against my neck. Not wanting to hurt me I felt he was holding back. His cock swelled even larger, pushing against the walls of my cunt. His fat balls slapped against me. I planted my feet on the bed and rocked up to meet his thrusts.
“Oh my god, honey,” he groaned, finally losing control. He raised up over me and began to fuck me like he wanted. Like I needed. His cock rubbed my clit and I groaned in a toe-curling orgasm on his cock. I felt the hot juices running out of me.
With a throaty animal like growl, he locked into me, and his wet heat radiated through me. He dropped, rolling me with him, keeping me tight against him.
We did not talk. I started to go to my own bed, and he wasn’t allowing that, so I snuggled with my back against his front.
Before dawn his fingers woke me as they stroked the length of my slit. I put my thigh over his hip and opened myself to him. He made a soft, throaty growl. I was quick to a trembling orgasm on his fingers at the same time his cock slid in from behind. The inky darkness seemed to magnify the raspy breaths, moans, and sound of flesh hitting flesh. The smell of sex permeated the air. He shoved in deep, his cock throbbed his moaning orgasm. He kissed my neck and we fell back asleep, his hands still on my tits.
The warm flush of the morning light, and muffled sounds woke me. I was confused for a moment until I remembered last night and that I was finally in Fwank’s bed.
I stretched, brimming with the glow that I was now a woman. He walked over to the bed, and I smiled my best come-hither.
“This is nice to wake up to.”
He tugged the sheet off me, exposing my body to his gaze. “As is this. But we have no time for this, get up sleepyhead.”
“Mmm, what smells like lilacs?”
“Get a move on and you’ll find out.”
He led me into his bathroom to the large soaking tub that filled with steamy fragrant water. “I thought you might be a little sore this morning.”
“Really?” I stared at him.
“You don’t think Dirty Fwank can be thoughtful or what?” he smirked. “Get in, the water is cooling off.”
“Thank you,” I said, kissing him softly. Just a toe dipped in the water to test, then I stepped in lowered into the wonderfully warm scented mineral water. “You’re spoiling me.”
He sat on the stool next to me. “No, spoiling you will be when I join you in that tub.”
“Oh yessss, now please.”
“Nope. This is all for you. I have coffee made and was going to go get a cup, do you want it now or wait?”
“Now thank you,” I whispered, sinking to my neck, and resting my head back.
I did not want to tell him that I was not sore to ruin his surprise, but this bath was so relaxing…
He was back with coffee and as we sipped, he said, “Are you happy now that you’re no longer a virgin?”
I had to consider that for a moment. “Yes, I think I am, but I might need a replay just to make sure,” I teased.
He threw his head back and laughed. “I knew you were bound to change my life!”
“Oh, and you should know, I’m not a gangster.”
“I knew that.”
“And only call me Uncle Frank when I’m getting ready to cum.”
“Okay.”
~ the end ~