Uncle Mark Visits Bernadette Ch. 01

Howard looked at the caller ID of his ringing phone and rolled his eyes. "Now what?" he muttered. "Hey, Dad, what's up? Oh man, is he okay? Yeah? That's good." Bernadette's ears perked up at the possibility of something being wrong. "What?! Seriously? Why can't you? So? Get on a plane and come out here! What about Aunt Gertrude? So? Even better! The nurses in her nursing home can take care of both of them! Oh, come on! Fine. Fine. I said fine! Good bye!"

Bernadette's eyes were wide. "What it is? Is everything okay?"

Howard shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess. Uncle Mark fell off a ladder and hurt himself. He's in the hospital."

Bernadette's hands flew to her face. "Oh my gosh! Is he going to be okay?"

"Yeah, he's going to be fine. But they don't want him to be by himself. So Dad asked if we could take care of him for a couple of days since we're the only family he has out here."

Her tone changed. "He's coming here? We're going to take care of him for a couple of days? But you're leaving for a conference tomorrow. There's no 'we'. You want me to take care of him? Is that right?"

Howard looked at her with doe eyes. "Well, yeah. C'mon, it's just for a couple of days. I'll make it up to you, I promise!"

"Did you at least get the shower in the spare bathroom fixed?" she asked sternly.

"Oh! Uh, yeah, sure! Yup, sure did!" He lied.

A few hours later, Howard helped me into his house. I was considerably younger than my siblings. Supposedly I was an "oops" baby. I was a contractor who'd done fairly well for himself and a confirmed bachelor. About the only time I spent any time with Howard and Bernadette was on the rare occasion that his dad, my brother, was in town. But I'd spent enough time with them to know that Bernadette had some great curves that I'd like to get to know better.

"Hi, Uncle Mark, how are you feeling?" Bernadette asked with genuine concern.

"Hi, Bernadette. I'm much better now that I see you," I said with a sly grin.

Bernadette waved a dismissive hand at me. "Ohhhh, you smooth talker! I see where Howie gets it."

Howard helped me up the stairs of his house that looked like it was in a time warp stuck in 1950 and got me settled in the spare bedroom.

The following morning, Howard left for conference that was going to keep him out of town for a few days. Bernadette didn't relish the thought of taking care of this almost stranger in her house. But her Catholic upbringing and kind heart told her that she should make the best of it. After all, I was family.

Later that morning, she gently knocked on my door and poked her head in. Once she realized I was awake, she asked, "How are you feeling, Uncle Mark?"

"Oh, kind of like I fell off a ladder," I said with a chuckle.

Bernadette laughed. "Ha ha! Yeah, I s'pose you do. I brought you some lunch and a pain pill in case you wanted it. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Thank you, Bernadette. You're as kind as you are beautiful," I said with a smile. I paused. "Umm, well, actually, there is something you could do for me. I hate to even ask it, but you'd be doing me a real solid. Probably both of us," I chuckled.

"Sure! What is it?"

"Well, I haven't been able to shower for a couple of days. I'm probably getting a little ripe." We both laughed at the comment. "Would it be too much to ask for, you know, a sponge bath or something?"

The request took her by surprise. "Oh! Ummm, yeah, sure, I guess I can do that. Tell you what. Why don't you eat your lunch and I'll come back up later. Make sure you eat before you take that pill!"

"Yes, ma'am," I said smiling. "Thank you, Bernadette. I appreciate it." Things just got interesting I thought to myself.

A little later, Bernadette gently knocked on the door again and poked her head in. I was still in my bed. Awwww, look at him, out like a light! she thought to herself. He actually looks cute like that, almost innocent. She knew what a dog I was. But she couldn't help but like me. She could see why a woman would fall for my looks and charm. I'll go ahead and give him a quick bath while he sleeps. That way it won't be so weird, him watching me wash him and all. I wasn't asleep at all. I could feel her walking towards me.

She slowly peeled the covers back, revealing my upper torso. "My my, he certainly stays in good shape. Well, for a man his age," she whispered to herself. She lightly brushed her hand across my toned chest and abs. "Really good shape," she noted.

The warm water combined with the soft sponge and her gentle tough rolling across my upper torso felt good. I wondered what it would be like to be able to return the favor and run my hands across her naked body.

She stood up and surveyed the situation. "Well, I guess I should do his legs, too." She grabbed the linen and slowly pulled them back. Then she gasped. Like a spring loaded pole, my 9 inches of man meat sprang straight up. "Sweet Jesus!" she exclaimed, then covered her mouth, hoping she hadn't woken me up. It was all I could do to hold back a laugh at her reaction. It's fucking huge! she thought to herself. I was easily twice as large as her beloved Howie. Why couldn't he have inherited that?! She immediately got moist between her legs. She took a deep breath. "You can do this. You can do this."

She got back to the business of bathing me. She ran the sponge down my legs and across my feet. She took great care sponging the insides of my thighs. She stared at the only accessible area she hadn't cleaned yet.

She considered the situation. Should I? Should I wash his, you know, thing? she thought to herself. If I'm going to do this right, I have to. Yes, I have to. Okay, here it goes. I was actually kind of surprised she went ahead with it. The first touch of the sponge to my rock hard cock startled me. I did my best to remain still. She grabbed the base and slowly ran the sponge around it. Jesus! My hand barely fits around it! It almost felt like she had a moist sponge between her legs. She pulled the sponge away. I need to get this part really clean! She began to slowly pump the beast with her soft, tiny hand. I couldn't believe it! This innocent little Catholic girl was giving me a hand job! It was under the guise of bathing me, but a hand job nonetheless.

It wasn't long before my body began to react to her attention. She quickly felt the veins begin to throb in her hand. The purple tip became shiny and slick. Oh shit! He's about to cum! her mind screamed. If he cums, it'll make a huge mess! He'll know I...I...I did something! Shit! What do I do?! What do I...oh my God! Should I? There's no other way!

I gasped when she took me into her hot, wet mouth. Her head bobbed on the top 3 inches while her hand stroked the shaft. Her other hand, still wet with warm, soapy water, began to fondle my ball sack. An explosion of thick, salty cum filled her mouth. She continued to stroke and suck my throbbing tool. So much cum! she thought.

The squirting inside her mouth finally slowed. She pulled away and admired her work. She swiped a finger across her lips and slipped a few stray droplets between her lips. Mmmmmm! I need to find out what his diet is and have Howie switch to it! His cum is delicious! She noticed a few streaks of white running down my shaft. In a flash her tongue was sliding up and down and all around my fleshy pole until she had licked it clean.

The gravity of the situation struck her when she sat up straight. She brought her hand to her mouth and gasped. "What have I done?!" She took a deep breath. "I was giving him a bath. That's all. I didn't just give him...a...hand job. I certainly didn't...give him...a...blow job. No! I was giving him a bath. That's all. I was giving him a thorough bath. That's it."

She quickly stood up and nervously pulled the covers back over my supposedly still sleeping body and twitching tool. She paused to make sure everything looked as it should. Then turned and raced out of the room.

I grinned a satisfied grin and opened my eyes just in time to see my bedroom door close. I heard the master bedroom door close, quickly followed by the sound of the shower on the other side of the paper thin wall being turned on. I climbed out of my bed, tip toed down the hall, and held my ear to the bedroom door. Nothing. I slowly cracked the door open and peaked in. The room was empty. I could hear the shower running through the partially closed bathroom door across the room. I slipped through door and slid across the room.

Bernadette allowed the warm water rush across her body. What just happened? What did I just do?! she thought to herself. She couldn't get the image of my stiffness out of her mind. It's so fucking big! I wonder what it feels like to be fucked by it? Wait! I can't think that way! But his cum! It was so thick and delicious! She pulled the shower head out of its clip and lowered it. She aimed the pulsing jet at her aching slit. A loud moan escaped her at the first splash against her hot body.

I could see the profile of her curves in the mirror through the frosted glass of the shower when I peaked in. I smiled at her moans.

Her eyes were closed. She braced herself against the cold tile wall. "Oh fuck! Yes! Oh yes! Please, Mark! Fuck me with that fat cock! Oh yeah! Fuck me just like that!" she moaned.

I felt an evil smile cross my face. Oh yeah! I'm definitely fucking that! I thought and slipped back to my own bed.

Later on that day, she brought me dinner in my bed just as she had at lunch. She tried hard not to stare at the large tent that was pitched in the middle of the bed.

"So, um, uh, how are you, uh, feeling, Uncle Mark?" she asked nervously.

"I'm feeling better thanks to your kind hospitality and beautiful smile," I said smoothly.

She giggled. "You're such a sweet talker! Good, I'm glad you're feeling better."

"I think I might be able to go home in a day or two."

"Oh! There's no need to rush off!" We both noticed the anxiousness in her voice. She cleared her throat. "(ahem) I mean, you know, you're welcome to stay as long as you feel like you need to."

I smiled back at her. "I appreciate that. You'd better be careful. Having a beautiful woman invite me to stay as long as I want to is a tempting offer."

She blushed and waved a hand at me. "You stop it you!" and giggled. She turned towards the door. "If you need anything, just holler at me, okay?" I nodded my head and she walked out the door.

A couple of hours later, I heard rustling in the next room. The clock said it was a little after 9. She must be getting ready for bed I thought to myself. I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and climbed out of bed.

The knock on her bedroom door startled Bernadette. "Hello?" she asked nervously.

"It's me, Bernadette. May I come in?"

Why would he want to come into my bedroom? she wondered. "Um, yeah, sure, come in." She was wearing a short powder blue night shirt that buttoned down the front. It barely reached mid-thigh. It was obvious she was braless. Even the slightest movement created a jiggle behind the shirt. I'll bet she's not wearing any panties, either, naughty little bitch I thought. She couldn't help but notice the large bulge in my shorts that was pointing in her direction. "Hey, look at you! Up and out of bed! So, um, what's up? (gasp!) Er, I mean, is everything okay?"

I nodded. "Oh yeah, everything's fine. I'm feeling a lot better. I was going to take a shower before I fell asleep but the shower isn't working in the spare bathroom. Do you think I could take a quick shower in yours before I go to bed?" I had no idea if the shower worked or not. Little did I know Howard was supposed to have it fixed.

Her hand balled into fists. I knew Howard didn't fix that damn shower! she thought to herself through clenched teeth. "Um, yeah, sure, that's fine. Towels are in the linen closet in there. Help yourself."

"Awesome! Thanks. I'll make it a quick one." She tried not to watch my bone bounce as I walked across the room. Each bounce only made her wetter.

Being an older house, there wasn't a straight angle in the place. I made very little effort to close the bathroom door tight. It swung open slightly as I walked away. I looked over my shoulder. Perfect.

Bernadette nibbled on a fingernail. I can't! I shouldn't! But, what would it hurt? What would a little peek hurt? It's not like I've never seen it before. A little peek won't hurt. Just a peek. She did just as I had done earlier. She peeked through the crack of the door and got the same view I had. She saw my dark profile through the frosted glass. Her eyes went directly to the long, cylindrical shape protruding from just below my waist. Holy shit that thing is big! She couldn't pry her eyes away. Her hand slipped between her legs without even realizing it. She bit her bottom lip with the image of me on top of her flooding her mind. The sudden silence caused by the water shutting off snapped her back into reality and made her jump. Shit! Shit! Shit! She fell onto the bed and quickly grabbed a book off the nightstand.

I wrapped a towel around my waist, grabbed my shorts and t-shirt, and opened the door. Her face was flushed and her nipples were trying to shred holes in her thin blue shirt.

She tried to act surprised that I was out of the shower. She couldn't help but notice the lift in the towel. "Oh! Hey there! So, uh, how was the shower?"

I nodded. "Mmmmm, it was good. That's the first real shower I've had in a couple of days. It felt good. My back's still a little stiff, though." I slowly twisted at the waist. Then it happened.

The towel "slipped" from my grip and fell to the floor. I was standing in the doorway completely naked and with a massive erection.

Bernadette gasped and brought her hand to her mouth. Her eyebrows nearly flew off her head but she didn't look away. "Oh my goodness!"

"Oops." I stood there for a full count of 10 before I covered myself with my hands as best as I could. "Oh geez, sorry about that," I said, trying to sound sincere. I started to bend over to pick up the towel, then winced and stopped. "Ugh! My back. I can't pick up the towel."

Bernadette was stunned. She fought to gather her thoughts. "Oh! Yes. Well, um, yeah, just leave the towel there, that's fine."

I finally broke the awkward silence. "I, uh, I guess I'll go back to my room."

"Yeah, okay," she said with a shaken voice. She watched my nearly naked body walk across the room, hoping for a peak at the tool I wasn't trying very hard to cover. "Good night!" she said as I walked out the door.

I no sooner walked out the door when I heard her phone ring. From the other side of the door I heard, "Oh! Hi, Howie! How's it going there? Yeah? Here? Oh, yeah, umm, nothing. You know, same old same old," she said trying to sound nonchalant. Her voice suddenly took on a nervous tone. "Uncle Mark? Oh yeah, he's quite a character. Ha ha Uh huh. I'll bet. Hey Howie...Howie...Howie! How would you like to try something different tonight? Uh huh, different. How would you like to, you know, talk dirty? Uh huh, yeah, phone sex. I know, I know you've always wanted to. So, umm, yeah, okay, so, I'm sitting here all alone. Naked. Uh huh. You are, too? Mmmmm. I know you like my tits. I'm pinching my hard nipples. Mmmmmm. They're so hard, just like your, uh, cock. Mmmmm hmmmm. Do you want to, ummm, suck on my hard nipples while I, um, stroke your, uh, big, fat, uh, cock? Mmmmm hmmmm. Oooo yeah..."

A grin crossed my face. This is too easy.

The next day was more of the same. She brought lunch and dinner to my room. She tried not to look at the tent being pitched in the middle of my bed during our small chat.

That evening she knocked on my door and popped her head in. "I'm going to get ready for bed. Is there anything I can get you before I turn out the lights?"

"Wow! It's that late already? Um, would you mind if I jumped in your shower again to see if I can get my back to loosen up? I promise I'll do a better job of keeping my towel on. Ha!"

She nervously chuckled. "Oh, ha ha. Ummm, yeah, sure, I guess that would be okay."

The same scene played out. I left the door cracked open and climbed into the steamy shower. She peaked through the door and got an eyeful. I hope Howie calls again tonight! she thought to herself while she fought the urge to join me in the shower. Once again, she jumped into bed with her book when the shower turned off.

Soon I appeared in the bathroom doorway clutching my towel and clothes again just as I had the night before. She was torn between hoping for another towel drop and not.

"So, um, how's your back? Any better?"

"Man! I think I'll make an appointment with a masseuse or something tomorrow to work on my back. Would you mind taking me if I can get in tomorrow?"

Bernadette's eyes darted between the hidden erection and my eyes. "Oh! Of course not! Yes, absolutely, I'd be happy to do that."

"Thanks, I'd appreciate it," I said as I started to walk away.

"Oh! Um, Uncle Mark, if you think it would help, (ahem) I'd be happy to give you a back rub right now if you'd like."

I smiled. I am so fucking this bitch tonight! "Really? That'd be great! You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all." She pulled back the sheets and patted the bed beside her where Howard would normally be. "Here, lay down. I'll do my best."

I walked to the bed and slowly laid down on my front. I made sure to give her an "accidental", slow peak at my stiff rod before I fell onto the bed.

She tenderly climbed over me and gently landed on my thighs, just below my naked ass. Damn! He really does stay in shape! she thought to herself. And he smells so good! "(ahem) Um, is this, uh, okay? Does it hurt if I sit like this?"

I shook my head. "Noooooo, you're fine." I could feel the heat between her legs radiate on the back of my thighs.

"Okee doke then. Let's see if we can get you, um, fixed up." I groaned the first time she pressed on my back. "Oh! Are you okay?! I'm sorry!"

I chuckled. "No no, you're fine." Her tiny hands began to rub and knead the tan skin of my back. "Mmmmm, Howard's a lucky man."

She giggled. "You can remind him of that when he gets home."

After 15 minutes of her sensual touch, I finally said, "Oh man! You're good. A good back rub is so relaxing. I could fall asleep right here."

"If you'd like, you're welcome to stay right there." Her eyes widened. Did I just say that out loud?! "I mean, um, you know, you can, um, stay there until you feel like you can make it back to your room, okay?"

I chuckled. "Mmmmmm, I'm so comfy right here, I might not leave."

"Well, I guess that would be okay. I don't sleep very good at night when Howie's not here, anyway. Maybe I'll sleep better with you here. Just keep your hands to yourself, mister!" she said playfully.

We both thought the same thing at the same time. Who are you fucking kidding?! You're not going to get a wink of sleep tonight!

She rolled off of me onto her side of the bed. She threw the covers over my naked body, then climbed under her own and turned off the light. She rolled onto her side facing away from me. Her head sank into her pillow. What am I doing?! It wasn't long before I rolled over onto my side and rolled next to her. I threw my arm over her and pulled her close. The sudden embrace startled her. "Hey, bub! I said, uh, keep your hands, um, to yourself!" My strong arm felt good around her. She could feel my hardness pressing against her lower back and running up her spine.

I made no effort to move. "Oh, yeah, I'm sorry. I'm a cuddler. I can roll back over if it bothers you," I whispered into her ear. Her body was hot. "Damn, you smell good. What's that you're wearing?"