Consequences Ch. 04

When we came home from visiting Grandma I was fuming. I had no idea that my Grandmother was so old school when it came to a young, single woman living alone; apparently the bad seed of the family is better than no guardian. You'd think I had no brains in my head at all. Although, lately I was definitely wondering about the quality of said brains, considering that I was finding myself more and more attracted to my Uncle Max and his perverted forms of punishment. I'd actually masturbated this morning while thinking about him. Sick. Wrong. Even if I did need a keeper, he definitely shouldn't be the one.

But he was who my Grandmother had chosen to watch over me. A nineteen year old with a baby-sitter, lovely.

Part of me liked to think that maybe she was losing some of her mental facilities, but I really think it was mostly just that as she got older her mindset got stiffer. More conservative. And she looked so frail in the hospital bed, I couldn't bring myself to tell her what my real problem with Uncle Max was. I'm not sure I could entirely define it myself.

It's also possible that part of me wanted to keep pushing him, see how far he would take things. Wondered what he would do next.

Uncle Max held a strange kind of fascination for me. If he wasn't my Uncle I might think he was fairly attractive for an older guy. He was more than twenty years older than me, but sometimes he acted my age and sometimes he acted like he had every right to be in control over me. I liked him better when he acted my age. Except for when he took control and made my panties wet. Although I don't know if I can really say I liked that. It confused me.

Before we left, Grandma made me promise to behave and made Uncle Max promise to take good care of me. So for the next week I was good. All week. A couple times I wore my new silky pajamas, keeping it buttoned up all the way. Uncle Max and I took turns making dinner. He went to work, I went to school and everything was pretty normal. I was almost starting to enjoy having him around. He had a wicked sense of humor when he wanted to and since I'm a pretty big homebody the house could have gotten lonely without anyone else in it. Dana came over and visited on Wednesday, had dinner with us and flirted a lot with my Uncle. I was surprised to feel slightly jealous of the attention that he paid her. That's when I realized I'd gotten kind of used to being his focus and I kind of liked it.

I resolved to have Dana over more often. Unfortunately I didn't really have too many other close friends that I hung out with outside of class or just seeing each other on campus. I'd always been kind of shy and super involved in my studies so I didn't have time for close friends, although I had a ton of acquaintances. But I realized that being at home with Uncle Max and wanting all of his attention wasn't healthy. The memories of his hot breath on my thong covered pussy and the feel of his fingers tracing over my cleavage were starting to see more hot and less gross. So when Dana asked me to go with her to a party on Saturday I agreed immediately. I needed to get out of the house and spend some time with other people.

Not surprisingly Uncle Max gave me a curfew.

The party was sort of fun, but mostly it was people getting drunk and high. I was wearing my new sundress and feeling good about myself even though I'm not that into the party scene. I'm not a big fan of booze, it's bitter and it burns. Dana gave me a cup of something called Jungle Juice and that was better because it had a lot of fruit juice in it, I could barely taste the alcohol. We giggled and flirted and danced. I met a cute guy named Kris... he got me another cup of Jungle Juice. His hands started wandering a little while we danced but I was feeling so good that I didn't care. Instead I gave him a very drunken, sloppy kiss. When he kissed me back he squeezed my butt with his hands.

When he tried to get me to go upstairs with him I might have, but I looked at the clock. I had about an hour before my curfew. The party was only a fifteen minute drive away but I had been determined to get home before the curfew. Just to show up Uncle Max.

Because I knew that Dana would want to stay longer I'd tucked cab money into my bra. It only took ten minutes for a cab to arrive, during which time I gave Kris my phone number and then we made out until the cab arrived. The feel of his hands touching my body through the thin fabric of my sundress had be all hot and bothered, and I considered letting him take me upstairs... Not quite the way I pictured losing my virginity, but I was feeling so good that I was starting not to care. But the cab arrived and I knew that if I stayed there's no way I'd make it home by midnight.

I ended up getting home at about 11:35. Feeling ridiculously proud of myself I came in through the side door into the kitchen. The moment I stepped inside I froze, and then carefully and quietly closed the door.

The rampant sounds of sex were coming from the living room. Did Uncle Max have a date over? Was I interrupting something?

Alcohol had thrown my caution to the wind and I tip toed over to peek around the corner into the living room. Uncle Max was sitting almost sideways to me, watching the television. It must have been a porn because that's where all the moans and panting and "fuck me big boy"'s were coming from. My Uncle's cock was out and in his hand. Big. Throbbing. An angry reddish color at the end of it. He grunted as he fisted it, moving his hand up and down, masturbating.

I was transfixed. I couldn't move if I wanted to. It was watching him with the woman all over again. My body was already primed from Kris' hands. Watching my Uncle masturbate just turned me on even more. Maybe it was because I was drunk. My inhibitions were definitely lowered. Pulling up the hem of my skirt I reached into my panties and started playing with myself underneath the plain cotton, gently toying with my clit while I stared at my Uncle's dick and wondered what it would feel like if I touched it. I'd given guys hand jobs before, a couple, and I liked the feel of a hard, throbbing cock in my hand. The sense of power. What would it feel like to have power over my so-controlled Uncle?

At some point I must have made a noise, although I wasn't aware of doing so, because Uncle Max's head whipped around and he pinned me in place with those hard eyes. I hated that he could do that, even though it turned me on. Not like I wasn't already turned on. His eyes looked me up and down, drinking in the sight of my flushed face, my uplifted skirt that was bunched under my arm, and my hand in my panties. The expression on his face went from lustful to hard, like stone, and I pulled my hand out of my crotch, trembling. I didn't even try to run.

"Jenny, come here."

Uncle Max stood, naked from the waist down, his upper body covered with a fairly form fitting blue t-shirt. His erection jutted out strong and proud in front of him. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, even though I lowered my head as I reluctantly walked towards him. He pointed at the couch, right where he'd just been sitting, and I sat, feeling the heat of the cushions against me. His heat, from sitting there before me. It was like being cradled by him while at the same time he loomed over and me and stared down at me. If I leaned forward I could probably reach out and touch his cock. Being naked in front of me didn't bother him at all.

I licked my lips nervously.

"We already had a talk about spying and invading someone's privacy."

"I know, I'm sorry Uncle Max."

"You're about to be sorrier. Lift your skirt back up and take off your underwear."

"Please, Uncle Max," I begged. I didn't want him to see how wet I was. Even though the order just made me wetter. The alcohol I'd drunk had messed with my senses, eradicating my taste for rebellion... part of me wanted him to remove my underwear forcibly.

But that's not how Uncle Max rolled.

"Do it Jenny. You decided to look at mine, so now you're going to show me yours."

The punishment would fit the crime. Blushing I reached under my skirt and pulled off my panties, dropping them to the floor between us, but I had cheated a little because my skirt still covered the view.

"Spread your legs and pull your skirt up to your waist." I moaned a little as I did so, feeling so hot and embarrassed at the same time. The incredible wrongness of the situation just made my nipples hard and my pussy wet. "Spread your legs more."

I scooted forward on the couch so that I could follow his direction. My skirt was bunched up around my stomach, my little blonde mound completely visible, and the way my legs were spread the inner pink of my pussy was now available for his viewing pleasure. Seeing my Uncle's eyes go lustful as he stared at my pretty pink pussy was disturbing on so many levels, mostly on the level that it turned me on.

"You were watching me masturbate, now I'm going to watch you. Play with yourself Jenny."

Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was Kris' hands from earlier getting me hot, maybe it was because I wanted to try and take some control over the situation. Whatever the reason, I turned brazen. I didn't reach straight for my pussy, instead I slipped down the straps on my sundress, letting my breasts spill out. Now my entire dress was bunched around my middle, my pretty pink nipples hard and out in the open. The look in Uncle Max's eyes was shock and lust, barely contained. It was my turn to mess with him.

Wetting the tips of my fingers with my tongue, licking them a little, I pressed them against my nipples and rubbed in slow circles, moaning as the soft caress shuddered through my body, never taking my eyes from my Uncle. He couldn't take his eyes off my body. My hands playing with my breasts, or my spread pink pussy. That's what he looked at. The low grown he gave as he began fisting himself again made my day. His control was slipping. I pinched my nipples, gasping and arching my back as I toyed with the tender little buds.

The look that Uncle Max gave me was part fury and all desire. Moving one of my hands down to my pussy, I spread the lips with my fingers, giving him a good look at the interior, still playing with my breast with my other hand.

"Put your finger inside yourself," he ordered, his voice hoarse. "Fuck yourself with your finger."

I wasn't at all sorry to obey his orders this time. Still moaning I pushed my finger in, rocking my hips. But one wasn't enough for me, I immediately shoved another one in, moving them back and forth and making juicy sounds. My Uncle Max groaned, his hand moving faster on his dick.

"That's it Jenny, frig that soft little cunt."

His dirty words just made me moan and writhe even more. I loved the look in his eye that said I had the power. The way he followed my every movement. The sense of control over him that I got as I played with myself.

"OOooooo Uncle Max, I'm gonna cum..." I said it deliberately as my orgasm started to build, wanting to see his reaction. His eyes bulged a little.

"Use your other hand, rub your clit."

It was a good suggestion. I reached down with my other hand and started rubbing my clit hard as my fingers pushed in and out of my juicy hole.

"OH FUCK!" I cried out, the orgasm surging between my legs, shaking through me. It was the hardest I'd ever cum in my life, masturbating for my Uncle while he jerked himself off. I could feel my body jerking as ecstasy ran rampant, stealing away my senses, my insides tightening down on my fingers. The flush of satisfaction was fantastic.

When I opened my eyes I gasped to see my Uncle hanging over me, one hand on the back of the couch next to my head, the other furiously wanking his dick. My hands were still in my pussy as he groaned loudly and warm fluid suddenly spurted onto my hands and the folds of my pussy, still swollen from my own orgasm. I lay there, shaking, underneath him, my mind racing wildly as I suddenly felt all too sober.

What the hell had I just done?

With a final spurt and grunt my Uncle stood up, looking down at my flushed and disheveled state impassively. My power had been an illusion and now even the illusion was gone.

"I'm feeling generous so I'll just give you a warning this time. You're only 19, Jenny. If you come home drunk again I will spank you."

Then he turned and walked away, still unembarrassed by his half-naked state.

I, on the other hand, was bright red. Feeling a little bit like crying I pulled down my skirt and up my top. Definitely would not be getting drunk again. Grandma was right, I shouldn't be allowed to be home alone. If Uncle Max hadn't been here, insisting on my curfew, I probably would have stayed at that party and lost my virginity to a guy that I'd just met. Not that Uncle Max was the best guardian. But I'd just learned my lesson about being drunk. It leads to me making incredibly stupid decisions.

I vowed that he wasn't going to get another look at my body like that. I was going to be a good girl. For real.

Then, looking at the white spunk covering my hand, I glanced around to make sure he was really gone before letting my tongue flick out and taste the cream.