Uncle Jon

Chapter 1

"Where is she?" Lorna says. She's on her feet, gathering the plates. The clink of crockery is barely audible above the roar of conversation. Christmas Dinner has just concluded and the family is in high spirits. "Where's Beth got to?"

Lorna's husband, Dan, is at the far end of the table, leaning over to pull a cracker with his younger daughter, Terry. Opposite Terry, our mother, Catherine, eighty years old and still with it, is deep in discussion with her brother, Grant. Grant is ninety-four and lives in a nursing home. He's out for the day. I picked him up in the morning and I drive him back at 7pm, which is why I'm laying off the booze.

The seat next to me is empty. That was Bethany's seat. Bethany's Lorna's daughter, my step-niece, so to speak. She got up five minutes ago, saying she wasn't feeling well, and disappeared through the door into the hall. No one else was paying much attention, but I was. I heard her footfall on the stairs going up to the bathroom on the landing. I heard the bathroom door swing open, then close.

"She said she's not feeling well," I say, rising to my feet. "Here, let me help you with that."

Together, my step-sister and I clear the table. I help her carry it all into the kitchen.

"I'll load the dishwasher," I say. "You get on with the rest. What's next? Dessert?"

"Mmm-hmm," she mutters, peering through the oven window. "Cheesecake's almost done." She looks at me over her shoulder. "Oh, and there's a cheeseboard. Crackers. And even an excellent dessert wine I picked up." Her brow furrows. "Oh, sorry, you've got to drive."

"It's fine," I say. "I might have some when I come back from dropping Uncle Grant off. Nice of you to invite him. Didn't think the nursing home would let him out."

She smiles, brushes a lock of errant hair behind her ear. "Oh, you know. Christmas. Family. That's what it's all about, right?"

She straightens and turns. "I'd better go see if that girl is okay."

"I'll do it," I say, closing the dishwasher door. "You see to the family. Have a drink, take it easy for a while. How much longer for the cheesecake?"

She nods. "OK. Great. Thanks, Jon. About fifteen minutes."

"Leave it to me," I say. "I'll take it out when it's done. What are we using to serve?"

She shows me, then gives me a hug and a peck on the cheek. "So nice you could make it this year. My big brother. So lovely to have everyone here, what with the year we've had. That awful COVID. And all you've had to endure."

I hug her back, then release her. She returns to the dining room. I set the timer on my watch, then head for the stairs.

Lorna doesn't know the half of it. She isn't aware of the texts Beth has been sending me for the last six months. During the first course, Beth's foot has been running up and down my leg. Lorna didn't see the look Beth gave me before Beth announced she wasn't feeling well. She couldn't see Beth in the hall, bending over with her knickers in her hands, giving me a flash of her ass through the open door, before she ran up the stairs. No one did. No one except me. Which is why my cock is hard. So hard it's uncomfortable.

I climb the stairs to the bathroom on the landing. The light is on. I listen. There's no sound. I knock gently.

"Beth? You okay? Need some help? It's Uncle Jon."

"Yes please," comes the reply. "I need some help, Uncle."

The door is unlocked. I push it open and slip inside, closing it behind me.

Beth is sitting on the toilet, the lid down. She's wearing a one-piece, sleeveless sailor dress in blue and white. It's indecently short, barely concealing her ass, the kind of thing only teenagers can get away with wearing. Beth is nineteen, so technically she still falls in that category, though she's an adult, but in every other respect, she fits no category I know. 

The skirt is now pulled up around her hips. Her legs are wide apart. She's discarded her knickers. Her pussy is pink and slick, almost glowing with heat. Her juice has coated the inky tight curls of her pubic hair. It's on her fingers, where she's been touching herself. She puts a finger into her mouth, sucks it clean. The air is thick with the smell of her cunt.

"Oh, Uncle Jon," she says, in a little girl's voice, looking me straight in the eye. "I really need some help."

I bolt the door behind me and almost leap towards her, coming to a stop within touching distance. She grins up at me as her hands find my fly. It takes only an instant. My cock springs out, fully engorged, throbbing. The head is slick with pre-cum.

"Mmm," she purrs. "So big. Just like in the photos." She glances up at me slyly. "I was hoping it was big." She wraps a hand around my dick and milks it once, then again, watching my face all the while. A fresh blob of clear liquid appears at the eye. Her fingernails, lacquered to a scarlet sheen, tickle my skin. My cock leaps in her hand. She glances down at it, then back up at me.

Her eyes are enormous. "Or maybe it's you, Uncle, that needs the help?" she whispers. "Can I help you, Uncle? Can I?"

I nod, speechless.

She grins, looks down at my cock and licks her lips. Beth opens her mouth and tilts her head forward. Her eyes are still on mine. Her other hand slides in and cups my balls.

I look at my watch. Twelve minutes till cheesecake. It should be enough.

I take her hair in my hands and drive her throat onto my cock. She squeals, gurgles, nips at me with her teeth but doesn't pull away. Her eyelids flutter closed. Finally, I find some words.

"Yes, please." I say. "Yes, please."