Consequences Ch. 03

Author's Note: This story was written at the request of a reader; thank you for the idea and I hope you're enjoying my version of your fantasy!


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I had never been so relieved in my life to get out of the house and meet up with my friend Dana. I was utterly shaken, not just by my Uncle punishing me for spying on his interaction with his date last night, but by his idea of punishment - which was to embarrass me by making me show him something private. My pussy. At first it was just my panties, but I’d made the choice to pull down my panties in order to cut down on the time I had to stand there for him. My own acquiescence and arousal at the punishment was what shook me the most.

Of course, while we were shopping Dana wanted to know how things were going living with my Uncle Max. The description of him as the black sheep of the family had garnered her interest from the very beginning, whereas I had a kind of contempt for him because I was known for being such a good girl within the family, and when she’d met him a few days after he’d first arrived she’d been the one to point out that he was pretty good looking for an older guy. Not that I thought of him that way. But Dana had a bit of a crush on him.

“He brought home a date last night,” I told her, wondering if I dared the courage to tell her about this morning.

“Aw damn,” she said, pulling a mockingly devastated face as we breezed through clothing racks. “My heart will be forever broken. Was she pretty?”

“Pretty young,” I said. “Probably like 27 or something. She was pretty I guess. I don’t know, it was weird.”

“Mmm, so he likes them young,” said Dana contemplatively, holding up a skimpy little black dress.

“Not just that,” I whispered in a conspiring way. “He was like, ordering her around and stuff?”

“What?” Dana’s eyes got big and she leaned forward, whispering too. “What do you mean?”

“Like, he made her put her hands above her head so that she couldn’t touch him. And then he ordered her to crawl up to the bedroom. And she did it, just like that.”

“Holy shit!”

“I know! Weird right?”

“Um, I think you mean ridiculously hot,” Dana said, fanning herself dramatically. My friend can be a bit of a drama queen, that’s for sure. Maybe it’s the red hair. “I’d love it if a man ordered me around like that.”

“You don’t find it degrading?”

“Well yeah, but that’s hot!”

I shook my head at her, although deep down I knew that part of me agreed. That part of me being my pussy, which had gotten oh so wet this morning when Uncle Max had been ordering me around. But, even though Dana was my best friend, I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her about that. It was too shaming, not to mention gross considering that he’s my Uncle.

I bought a cute little sundress with a flirty skirt, getting ready for the summer, and a couple tanks tops and pairs of shorts. Then Dana wanted to go to Victoria's Secret and get some new bras because hers were wearing out. While I was walking around the store I started thinking about my own underwear drawer, which was full of lots of cotton panties and simple cotton bras. Here the selection was lacy, frilly, and sexy. Uncle Max probably would have choked if I'd pulled up my skirt and shown him something sheer or red and lacy. I smirked at the idea.

Maybe it was time to let my good girl go a little bit, just underneath my clothes, in case he ever did something like that again. Get a little of my own back. Plus, black lace wouldn't show it as much if I got wet. I picked out a black sheer bra with netting and trimmed with lace and matching lace panties, as well as a red lace push up bra with a heart design and matching lacy red panties, I even picked up a lacy red thong. These were so not my normal undergarments, but I couldn't get the idea of shocking Uncle Max out of my head.
"What are you getting?" Dana asked, looking at the garments in my hand. "Ooo, sexy! You have a date I don't know about?"

"No," I said thinking quickly. "I just started thinking that maybe it might be fun to have something a little sexy to wear every now and then."

"Well it's about time," she said approvingly. "You dress like a little girl sometimes."

That just reminded me of what Uncle Max had said about my pajamas and I glared at her. On my way to the cash register my eye fell on some silky nightgowns and pajama sets. I wasn't brave enough to get the negligee type gowns, but I picked up a pair of silk pajama pants with a matching tank top and silk button down night shirt to go over the tank top. Definitely more grown up. Dana was enthusiastic about the purchases as well, thinking that I was finally branching out from my 'good girl' way of life. Which wasn't entirely true, but it was close enough.

The truth is, I liked being a good girl. I liked following the rules. What made me so darn antsy about Uncle Max was that I didn't like him being the one to set the rules. I didn't trust him to set rules, because my Grandmother had been so denigrating whenever she talked about him while I was growing up. For a moment I wondered if I was possibly being too hard on him, influenced by my grandmother, and then I remembered showing him making me show him my pussy this morning.

Ugh.

Granted, it was a pretty effective punishment, but what kind of sicko makes his niece show him her pussy? (And, a deeply hidden part of me wondered, what kind of sick niece enjoyed it?) I knew he didn't do anything like that with his daughter, Gloria. Her punishments were all things like time-outs or a stern talking to.

Of course he had given me a couple stern talking to's already. And his daughter probably had never spied on him like I had. I was a grown woman so I should know better. I guess that's why I got the grown-up punishments. I made a face. Well the next time he tried to embarrass me we'd see how he liked looking at my sexy panties.

The punishment had been entirely unreasonable, even though the rules kind of made sense. So maybe I should just try harder to follow the rules. It wasn't like he had disciplined me for something I didn't do after all. And his rules were restrictive but a lot of them seemed almost caring. Like making sure that I ate breakfast every morning. Wanting me home for dinner. I felt like I should be able to make my own decisions about that kind of thing, but at the same time I had always made sure to be home for dinner with Grandma. She'd never had to order me to.

Obviously I wasn't giving Uncle Max the same respect I had her. Ugh. Now I was all confused between wanting to behave for someone I'd always been told was a bad seed, because I always wanted to be the good girl, and wanting to rebel for the first time in my life. Still undecided, I made it home in time for dinner, but just barely. I was in such a hurry to make sure I wasn't even a minute late that I left the shopping bags in the trunk of my car.

Dinner felt awkward to me at first, even though Uncle Max was talking to me normally and asking about my day. My answers were stilted because I was on edge, still remembering the way he'd looked so intently at my pussy this morning. Personally I couldn't believe that he was acting like nothing had happened, but the more he did, the more relaxed I got. Obviously it wasn't that big of a deal to him. Considering the woman I'd seen last night it didn't look like he was hard-up for sexual activity. It really had just been a purely embarrassing punishment for me. One that very aptly fit the crime. By the time he brought out ice cream for dessert I was feeling much more relaxed.

Because school had started I didn't have anything to do that night so I just sat and watching bad reality TV with him. He liked the cooking shows the best and I found them pretty interesting so I didn't mind. It wasn't until I was getting ready for bed that I remembered my bags out in the car. Oh well, I'd get them tomorrow.

The next morning I trotted out to the car and grabbed my bags. It didn't even occur to me to try and hide my actions as I trotted back into the house, through the garage door which entered into the kitchen where Uncle Max was making breakfast.

"What are those?" he asked. I looked at the shopping bags. Wasn't it obvious? "I got some new clothes yesterday. I told you I was going to the mall with Dana."

"You didn't say you were going to buy anything. You don't have a job, how did you pay for these?" The look he was giving me made me feel like I'd done something wrong, even though I hadn't.

"Grandma gave me a credit card."

For a moment Uncle Max was quiet and I started to move again.

"Stay there. Put the bags down," he said as he scooped oatmeal into bowls. I had to admit, Uncle Max made pretty killer oatmeal, he always put some kind of fresh fruit and nuts in it.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, feeling a little nauseous. I wasn't ready to face Uncle Max's idea of a punishment again but I really liked everything I'd bought yesterday.

"No, you won't be punished," he said as he handed me my bowl. I felt a fission of relief, but he wasn't done yet. "We're going to have to talk about finances though. My mother's stay in the hospice is taking up most of her funds that she usually used to pay for things around the house, including your credit card. So any money you spend is actually going to be paid by me and therefore is my money. So after breakfast you'll show me what you bought."

I nodded. Okay that didn't seem entirely unreasonable.

As I rinsed out our bowls and put them in the dishwasher he picked up my shopping bags and took them into the living room. I bit my lip to keep from asking what he was doing. When I walked into the living room he'd laid out all the stuff I'd bought, including the sexy underwear. As soon as I walked into the room he handed me the sundress that I'd bought.

"Here, go put this one, you can show it to me first."

"What?" I asked. "But you can see everything I bought right here."

"And I can't really judge if it's worth it unless I see it on you," he said calmly, sounding oh so reasonable. "Things look different on the hanger."

I glared at him and snatched the sundress. I didn't want to have to return anything so apparently I would have to show him. Whatever. It's not like I wasn't going to wear it in front of him anyway. It only took me a minute in the bathroom to change into the sundress. Had it been this low cut yesterday? At least the pretty green fabric was loose and flowy from the empire waistline down.

Uncle Max put me on display, standing me in the middle of the living room while he walked around me, inspecting me from every angle. Frowning he traced his finger over the neckline and I jumped. He was touching my breasts! Uncle Max raised an eye brow at me.

"You're the one showing it off," he said. "Lean forward."

"Why?" I snapped at him, not wanting to admit that my skin was tingling from his touch and that my nipples were hard. What the hell was wrong with me?

"I want to make sure that it fits you correctly." I rolled my eyes but I leaned forward. At least he wasn't touching me. But it wasn't until I leaned forward and he peered at my chest that I realized the fabric gaped a little bit, showing off more of my breast. Almost to the nipple in fact. I blushed heatedly.

"I suppose that's fine," he said as he walked around behind me. "Hm. Bend forward some more, I want to make sure it's not too short in back."

My face flamed with heat as my Uncle stood behind me, getting a great view of the back of my thighs. I could feel the flirty skirt that had seemed so cute yesterday showing more and more of my legs as I leaned forward. Damn him. His finger ran from the back of my knee up to the hem of my skirt and I gasped, standing abruptly.

"I think that's enough," I said, trembling. I was terrified that he'd lift the skirt and see the wet spot that was gathering on my panties. Had any man ever inspected me so closely, so minutely? My heart was racing with adrenaline and I couldn't decide whether I was more disgusted with him or myself.

"Considering that I bought these clothes for you, and it's my job to make sure that you're appropriately attired since your Grandmother put me in charge of you, I think it's enough when I say it is. But this dress is fine. Try these one." He gave me a tank top and pair of shorts, keeping me off balance. I stomped to the bathroom to put them on, trying to get myself under control. And took the opportunity to wipe my traitorous pussy with a tissue, trying to keep my arousal from being obvious.

Fortunately the tank top and shorts outfits were less revealing than the sundress, because I never wear particularly short shorts. Fortunately the bra I was wearing today had a stiffened lining in it so he had no idea how hard my nipples were getting while he ran his hands up my thighs and his fingers over the tank-top's necklines. I blessed myself for not getting any that were low cut, the sundress had definitely been the most revealing. The worst part of it was that he really was turning me on. Something about the forbiddeness of the situation, the control he had over me, it was all getting me almost unbearably randy. I knew that when he sent me to put everything away I was probably going to masturbate.

Then he handed me the black sheer bra and the lace panties. I could feel the color draining from my face.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" he snapped. The question was obviously rhetorical. "Go put them on, I need to see how they look." Then he gave me a stern look. "And if you put any clothes on over them then they'll just be coming off in a minute, so don't even bother."

I turned, moving stiffly and automatically, waiting for him to call my name and tell me it was a joke. But I found myself in the bathroom, same as before, taking off my clothes and putting on the underwear. It was so much worse than I'd originally imagined, so much sexier. My nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material of the bra and my ass cheeks were hanging out of the underwear, only half covered. At least the dark lace worked as well as I thought it would at hiding any damp spot. At first I quailed at the thought of going out there dressed like this. My normal underwear covers as much as my bikinis, this underwear barely covered anything.

Then my rebellious urge took over, such a new aspect of me. I'd bought this underwear thinking to shock him and make him feel like a creepy old man for ogling his niece's goodies right? Make him see me as a sexy woman so that he'd be too embarrassed to think of subjecting me to such a humiliating punishment again! Well here was my chance.

My head held high, chin in the air, I walked out of the bathroom. However, even my new found bravado couldn't entirely keep the bright red color from my cheeks. Especially when my plan backfired. Uncle Max looked at me, drinking me in with his eyes, and I could see the crotch of his pants bulge with an obvious erection, but his face didn't give anything away. Just like with the regular clothes he made me stand in the middle of the room while he circled around me. His eyes lingered on my hard nipples and I immediately covered them with my hands.

"It's cold in here," I lied.

"If you keep telling lies I'll wash your mouth out with something and you really won't like it," he said, his voice both suggestive and threatening. I stared at him with shock. Surely he didn't mean that the way it sounded.

"Put your hands down," he ordered. "Women only wear underwear like this if they want it to be seen so you might as well give up the false modesty."

Oooooo that jerk! The red in my cheeks was now half mortification half anger. But of course he was right. And I had planned on him being the one seeing it, but on my own terms. Not like this. My nipples didn't care about the point I was trying to make, they just rubbed against the netting of the bra cup and got even harder under his steady gaze. And I got wetter, but I knew he couldn't see that part at least.

"Here," he said finally, handing me the red bra and thong. "You don't need to try on the other underwear, I can see it's the same."

I really wish I hadn't bought the thong now. "I'll just return this, I don't have to try it on."

His blue eyes snapped at me. "You will go try it on now or I will take off your panties right here and put it on you. You bought it, you obviously wanted it, you're not going to back out now by pretending to be the innocent."

My first instinct was to protest, but how could I? I'd bought the damn sexy underwear. Also I believed his threat one hundred percent and that protesting would be futile. Hell he'd probably enjoy it. Asshole.

When I got the red underwear on I moaned. This was so much worse than the black. Sure, you couldn't see my nipples anymore, but my breasts were pushed up into provocative mounds and my ass cheeks weren't covered at all. There was no confidence in my walk as I left the bathroom this time, instead I walked with my shoulders hunched, my hands moving uselessly because I couldn't decide what to cover.

"Stand up straight," my uncle snapped at me. The position thrust my breasts out and his eyes glinted appreciatively. At least this time he couldn't see my nipples sticking out at him. He circled around behind me and I wanted to moan in humiliation, I could practically feel the burning heat of his eyes on my exposed cheeks. "Bend over."

"What?! Why?" I cried out. There couldn't possibly be any need for this could there?

"I want to make sure everything's decently covered," he said. "I can't go to visit Mother this afternoon and reassure her that I'm taking care of you if I don't know what you're tempting the boys with."

That's right, we were going to visit Grandma today. I'd been so distracted by the weirdness of living with Uncle Max that I'd almost forgotten. I breathed out a relieved sigh. I'd ask her to let me make my own decisions and be in charge of myself and then all of this would be over. That thought gave me the courage to bend over, exposing myself even further to him.

"Hmm," he said behind me, his hot breathe on my inner thighs, heating my pussy even further. His face must practically be in it. I had to bite back and moan and then I jerked as his finger rubbed my outer labia. I gasped, unable to believe that he was touching me like that and at the same time wanting him to push aside the thong and bury his fingers inside of me. I was too turned on to be properly angry and too angry to have completely lost myself in arousal. "It's not entirely covering everything, but you're so wet that I don't think you'll be able to return this anyway. You may keep it."

I nearly wept with relief when he moved away, trying to stamp down the disappointment that trickled through my emotions. Standing up I glared at him, but it was a weak glare compared to some of my earlier efforts. The clinical way he'd mentioned my wetness had me even more humiliated. I stared blatantly at his bulging erection but it didn't make him embarrassed at all, not the way his eyes on my body did to me.

"See something you like?" he asked.

Instead of answering I just snatched up my clothes, turned on my heel and went back to the bathroom. I didn't know how to answer that. Saying "no" wouldn't have been the complete truth. Saying "yes" would have also been a lie. I didn't know what was going on anymore. I was confused, ashamed, disgusted and horny. Thank God I'd be able to see my grandmother this afternoon and get things sorted out.

Remembering my Uncle's hot breath across my pussy did things to my insides. Putting on hand on the edge of the bathroom counter, I used it to support myself as I leaned forward and frigged my pussy, reaching under my thong and rubbing my clit hard. My breathing picked up as I thought about the way he'd looked at me, the way his dick had pressed against the interior of his pants, what it felt like when his finger rubbed along the exposed swollen outer fold of my vagina. Once I started imagining myself as the woman he'd been with Friday night, pinned against the wall with my Uncle's fingers shoved deep in my body, I exploded into glorious orgasm.