Uncle Ed's Lap (6 page)

I lay on the bed. The thunderstorm had swept back through. Rain slammed the window pains, a nice sound to fall asleep to. Only I couldn't fall asleep because he was digging splinters out of my ass one by one with tweezers. Every time uncle got one out, he kissed the wound and then swabbed it with warm water.

“I saw the fox,” he said. Thunder boomed so loud the windows rattled and I jumped. The tweezers jabbed me and I hissed.

“Stay still!” He laughed, though. “You okay?”

“Fine, fine. What's a little more blood?” I teased. “Where did you see her?”

“Next door, checking out Felix,” he laughed.

“She won't hurt him,” I assured him. “Isn't she pretty?”

“You seem enamored.”

I shrugged, again serving to jab myself with the tweezers. “Goddammit!” He plucked another one free, kissed my poor skin, swabbed me. “Yes, I am enamored. I love her, I think.”

“Why?” Uncle Ed pulled a particularly stubborn one from my lower back and I shook my head to keep from complaining.

“Because she's brave and clearly knows what she wants and doesn't let anything stop her,” I said, head down as he pulled at my skin again. It wasn't so much painful as severely annoying.

“You two have a lot in common, then.” His lips dipped to kiss my ass, literally. But this time, he kept kissing. Soft, butterfly kisses like balm on my bottom.

“What do you mean?” I arched up and his hands smoothed up and down the backs of my thighs. I went loose under his touch, sinking into the mattress, listening to the rain.

“Well, you are the same. Brave, strong, you go after what you want. And if you want to stay, we'll work it out. We'll make sure you get a great education and we'll...”

“Figure it out?” I looked at him over my shoulder as he ran his knuckle down the back of my calf. Muscles I hadn't realized were tense unwound like spools of ribbon as he worked them.

“Yes, we'll figure them out. And you don't have to promise me anything.”

I didn't say anything. I nodded, shut my eyes as his fingers and his lips traveled up and down the backs of my legs. He rubbed my feet until I swear to you my pussy thumped with arousal. I felt like I would come from the press of his thumbs on the pad of my foot.

When he entered me this time, it was one blessed inch at a time. No ties or pearls or negligees. Just a man, face to face with a woman, sinking slowly into her body. Watching her face, watching for pleasure, kissing her like she might disappear if he wasn't careful. He slipped his fingers under my ass, tilted me up a little. I wrapped my long legs around his waist, opening myself to him. The angle smacked the flat of his pelvis to my clit every time he thrust. I came in no time at all, biting him again, sinking my teeth into his shoulder so that someone, even if it was only me, would know he was mine now. I claimed him.

I kissed the jagged marching line of my teeth marks, and rose to meet his thrusts. The warmth of his chest pressed to my breast stole my breath, the scrape of his new beard growth on my jaw had me dizzy. I wanted it all and then again and then again still. If our next fuck had us barely moving in an exhausted stunned dance of cock and cunt, I didn't care. I'd take it.

But that was not now. Now was slow. I pulled at him, tight and tighter still, until he laughed and pinned my hands above my head with one big hand. He rocked into me, going slower instead of faster, eyes on me the whole time. “Shh, now feel that?” He rocked back and forth instead of thrusting and my whole cunt flooded with joy.

“Fuck, yes, I feel it. Do you feel that?”

“That tight little pussy threatening to snap my dick off?” he laughed.

“Yes, sir,” I said. And then he rocked a little more and I came again. When I cried out, he kissed me, swallowing my sounds with his mouth.

“So, you'll stay. At least to see how the first year goes.” Barely moving, he watched my face.

I grinned. “Um...I believe the saying is...
duh
".

One slow agonizing thrust and he came. A hiccuping, languid kind of orgasm that had his face contorted so he looked like, behind his closed lids, he saw Heaven.

Maybe he did.

“Oh, my god, she's coming back!” I said. I flipped the pancakes and one slid off the griddle and hit the floor.

Uncle Ed grinned at me, scooped to pick it up. He tossed it, overhand like a basketball player, into the trashcan. “You'll be fine.”

“Might I remind you that the last time that...person came here you ended up taking it out on my hide!”

“You deserved it,” he said, pinching my ass as he passed.

I yelped but my pussy stirred from the trigger. “True, but still. Why is she coming back?”

“I've reworked some of the finer points and I think with the life insurance and some stocks that Carole chose, we can manage two scholarships. Your aunt was brilliant with money and it's thanks to her that I should never hurt for money and neither should you. Not to mention, Ruth might be annoying but she's a damn fine attorney.” He pulled me in and kissed me.

I had worried over the weeks, what would people say? Could we ever come out as a couple without a huge backlash? Should we move? It had all run through my head like whirlwind. The conclusion was that we should figure it out in good time. The trick was not to be afraid but be smart. I learned that from watching our fox. School started in two days and I needed to be brave. It had been a mad scramble and much string pulling for Jack to get me in on such short notice.

“Well, I guess for that she can come into the house.” I scowled at him but I was kidding.

“Gee, you're a saint,” he said. His lips rested above my beating pulse and he just stood there, holding me while I cooked.

“This is what I'm saying! I am a saint!”

I piled the pancakes high and calculated what time I should call home to speak to Mom and Jack. No one was batting an eyelash. I had always loved Connecticut and had talked about U Conn for years. Living with your uncle who is so close to school to save money was a no brainer. At least for Mom. Jack hesitated and finally settled with, “Just know that if you decide to give campus life or an apartment a try, Fi, all you have to do is say the word.”

I had promised Jack I would. Part of me thought he might know, but Jack was fifteen years older than Mom, I doubted he would say boo to me about uncle.

“You better be careful,” I whispered and turned off the burner. I spun to face him, locking my arms behind his neck and pushing my tongue into his mouth. He ground his hardening cock to the seam of my pussy lips and even through my pajama pants I felt such a sudden rush of need it was heady.

“Why is that?

“She's a nosey one, uncle. She might peek in a window and see us. She'd tell everyone.”

“Maybe you should call me Ed,” he laughed. “Don't you think?”

I ran my fingers up the long ridge of his arousal and reveled when his eyes slammed shut from my touch. “Can I still call you uncle while you fuck me?”

“Jesus, Fiona,” he said, he yanked me up and set me on the counter, legs splayed, hard cock seated perfectly in the crotch of pj pants.

The doorbell rang. “That's her,” he said.

“I told you! That woman is Satan.”

“Shit,” he said, but he was laughing. He tugged his tee out of his jeans and let it cover the bulge of his hard-on. The he left me there, high and dry. Okay, the high part was true, but I was anything but dry.

I hopped down, making two plates of pancakes, bacon and blueberries. I added coffee, took a deep breath and made my way into the living room.

“Good morning, Ruth!” I said in my best fake hostess voice. “Can I get you some coffee? Maybe some pancakes? Have you eaten yet? There's plenty.”

“Hi, Fiona,” She seemed unsure at first but then smiled. “No food, but I'd kill for a cup of your uncle's joe, it is the best.”

“Because it's strong,” I said with an almost real smile.

“Right! We were just discussing the name of the fund. Edward doesn't think your aunt would have wanted her name in the main title.”

I poured the coffee, passed it out. “Hmm, I think he's right about that.”

Ruth sipped her coffee and grinned. “God, that is good!”

I gave uncle his and perched on the arm of his chair just like last time. I sipped my coffee, considering the name. Outside the window the fox ran from behind the Martins’ garage to the side garden next door. “How about
The Red Fox Fund for Higher Learning
in memory and honor of Carole Briggs?”

Ruth put her hand to her chest and uncle Ed patted my leg. “Well, I think that sounds fabulous. Did you know we have a fox in the neighborhood?” she asked.

“So I've heard.”

Three cups of coffee, scads of paperwork and a promise to come to one of her cookouts and we got her out the front door. I fell back on uncle Ed's lap with a sigh. “Boy, am I glad that woman is gone!” I said. “And now just because she wants to get in your pants.”

I could feel him growing hard under my wiggling butt and I tried not to give a tell tale smile. “Speaking of pants...” He grinned, it was entirely boyish and sexy.

“Mmm-hmm?” I turned to kiss him.

He pulled me tighter and I spun, knees driving up under his armpits and I try to get closer. To straddle him. To kiss him until he lost his control and took me upstairs. Which should be any minute now. “Let's go up and get you out of yours.”

I wiggled again, liking the feel of his arousal and the feeling I had inside of belonging. I didn't know how it would all ultimately turn out. I had a lifetime ahead of me. And so did he. But for now, I was exactly where I needed to bewhere I was happieston uncle Ed's lap. And pretty soon, in uncle Ed's bed.

The End

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ABOUT PARKER FORD

Parker Ford writes all her dirty stories in her head during her day job. Just an average secretary working for a small publishing house, she adores her secret, filthy inner life. She often races home to jot them down and share them with her husband. He often races her to the bedroom to act them out. They live with one very spoiled dog and a plethora of ‘adopted’ wildlife outside their home. And yes, she knows that Parker is usually a boy name, apparently that is a memo her parents didn't get. Reach her at [email protected]

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NAUGHTY BITS

By Selena Kitt

David has been brightening up his gray Surrey, England days with the porn collection hidden in his parents’ shed, but when he finds that his older sister, Dawn has discovered his magazine collection, things really begin to heat up. Their parents insist that their just-graduated son look for a job, but their daughter has the week off and is determined to work on her tan. Distracted David finds himself increasingly tempted by his seductive older sister, who makes it very clear what she wants. Her teasing ways slowly break down the taboo barrier between brother and sister until they both give in to their lust... but what are they going to do about the feelings that have developed between them in the meantime...

Warning: This title contains graphic language and sibling incest.

Excerpt From NAUGHTY BITS:

If my mum and dad found out about my collection of porn in the shed, I knew they'd both kick-off and I'd be sleeping under a bench in the Underground, buying papers to keep me warm—instead of buying them like I was now, looking for a job. As it was, they were on at me to find something, and fast. I didn't get why I had to figure it all out, what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. What was the rush?

My sister, Dawn, got to preen around the health club at her summer job. So why was I supposed to find something “responsible?” Dawn had been living at home since she finished school, aside from a couple of disastrous attempts at living with a roommate that my parents had ended up paying more for in the long run, anyway.

My parents made all sorts of exceptions for her. I had hoped that her laziness, or as my mother put it, her “lack of focus,” might pave the way for me to spend some time loafing off after I finished school, too, but no—apparently, Dawn got the welcome mat, but I got threatened with the boot. I didn't get it.

I shut the back door and looked up at the sky. We didn't get days like this in Surrey very often—so bright and blue and clear. We spent most of our time walking around in the usual London grey, looking at a hazy kind of film over the sun. Days like today made me remember being a kid, endless summers with no responsibilities, no cares, no worries. So much for that, I thought, flopping the paper down on the patio table and glaring at it.

I sat in one of the folding chairs and took a highlighter out of my pocket. The first thing I circled was a construction company. Maybe I could find something working outside—get a tan, build some muscle. That might lead to getting a girlfriend, I thought hopefully. That got me to thinking about Julie Entwistle, the girl rumoured to wear nothing under her skirts in sixth form. She sat right next to me in English, but I never did see anything—not that I didn't try. For a girl who was supposed to be a slag, she sure kept her legs together a lot.