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“I’m not too young, Uncle Davey.” She moves her hands down the curves of her body as she stands up. “Look at me. I’m not a kid.”
My eyes roam up and down her body. She isn’t wrong. But dressing like that, in that skimpy red dress, does not leave much to the imagination. I don’t want the wrong kind of guys getting to her. “You have no idea,” I mumble. My cock hardens against my pants, and I shift so she wouldn’t see.
“What?”
“N-N-Nothing. Okay, tell you what. Promise me right here, right now, you will never go to that club again. Or follow me on any dates ever again. Do that, and your secret is safe with me.”
“Oh, thank you! Thank you, Uncle Davey. I promise I won’t do it again.” She jumps up and down and comes over to hug me. She wraps her arms around me, and instinctively I breathe in her sweet scent. I’m in trouble.
“You’re lucky your parents went away for the weekend. Now, get your ass upstairs and go to bed.”
“Yes, sir.” She smiles at me, kisses my cheek, and takes off upstairs.
I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. My phone vibrates in my pocket. Pulling it out, I realize what I have been missing. “Hi, Julie. I’m sorry, something came up.” I listen to Julie’s rant about leaving her there and pull a water bottle out of the fridge.
“No, I understand.” Pause. “Again, I am sorry. I feel bad for leaving you there.” Pause. “Have a good night.” I hang up the phone, down the rest of the water, and head upstairs for bed. Well, there won’t be another date with her.
After tossing and turning for what seems like hours, I look over at the clock. 2:45 am. My mind keeps going back to the car ride home, no matter how hard I try to ignore it. The way her legs looked, so toned and long. The way her dress rode up when she sat down, showing her thighs a little more than it should have. And the way she clasped her hands in her lap, drawing my attention to her tits. That pretty little number was doing a number on my head. I heard her say my name. It called to me. My cock stood at attention. I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind, but the way she laid on the couch and then the way she pleaded with me not to tell James. Then it was the way she called me sir. My sweet Bug is growing up.
I open the drawer of my nightstand, pull out the bottle of lube, and squirt some in my hand. I reach down into my boxers and free my hard cock, then grip myself, rubbing my hand up and down. Fuuuck. Her gorgeous body in that dress. Wait. What am I doing? I take a deep breath and shake my head. No. My mind wanders to Julie and the cute dress she wore. If only the night had ended differently. I imagine Julie taking her dress off and climbing underneath me whimpering, begging me to fuck her. I lean down to kiss her neck, and when I bring myself back up to kiss her lips, Julie’s face has morphed into Skylar’s face. My fist pumps up and down on my cock. She’s chanting my name, pleading with me to fuck her harder, and before I can stop it, I moan Skylar’s name, and my load’s shooting onto my stomach.
Oh shit.
What.
Have.
I.
Done.
Chapter Eleven
SKY
My bladder awakens me shortly after I fall asleep, knowing I shouldn’t drink too much water before I go to bed.
On my way back from the bathroom, I hear a noise. Making sure to keep quiet, I tiptoe to Uncle Davey’s door. It’s so low, but the sound is distinct. Uncle Davey’s touching himself. Is he thinking of me? I hear him groan, and I freeze in my spot. I lean in closer and try to press my ear against the door. He groans again, and I hear my name fall from his lips. My eyes widen, and my heart flutters.
I slowly back away from the door and head to my room, climbing under the covers. I pray he didn’t hear me outside of his door. Sleep overcomes me while I listen for the light pitter-patter of footsteps in the hallway.
* * *
The next morning, I am torn between pretending nothing has happened and ignoring what I have eavesdropped on. Or I could slowly leave hints that I heard him last night, and I am interested. It’s the latter that wins my heart. My running clothes are draped over the back of the desk chair. Pulling my nightshirt over the top of my head, I grab the clothes and get dressed, pulling my hair back into a low ponytail. Since teasing will be my course of action, the shirt I usually wear over my sports bra is left on my bed as I head downstairs.
“Good morning, Uncle Davey,” I call out to him when I hear him coming down the stairs.
When he barges into the kitchen, he doesn’t glance at me when he mumbles his hello. I stand up from the table and go to the front door to grab my running shoes. After putting them on, I call out to him again, “I’ll meet you outside.”
Starting my stretching routine, I make sure to save the best for last. Hands touching my toes, ass in the air, I look between my legs when I hear Uncle Davey clear his throat.
“You ready, Bug?”
I nod, and we take off. As usual, no words are exchanged during the run. Today, there’s a little more pep to my run because I can’t keep the smile off my face. We make it to the park in record time — even before the sunrise. I continue to jog in place while I watch him. He seems to be deep in thought, and I stop jogging. My fingertips brush against his arm, and my heart goes wild. What am I doing? I smile up at him, and he steps around me. At this point, the sun is just barely making its way across the water.
“Let’s go.” His voice startles me. I turned to look at him, but he wouldn’t meet my gaze.
We run home quietly. My heart’s aching to jump out of my chest. I do a quick sprint to get ahead of him so he can see my ass, which isn’t covered by a t-shirt this morning. He pushes a little ahead of me, and I stare at his ass. We play this little unspoken game the whole way home.
