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“Rachel, could you check to see if Uncle John’s car is in the driveway?” My mother called out as she ran up to her bedroom to pack. She had just gotten a call from her mother saying that her father was in the hospital. I was in school and couldn’t afford to miss any days flying to the other side of the country to see my grandfather, but Mother was determined to go. Normally this wouldn’t be a big deal; my father was a college professor and had pretty much the same schedule as I do. Besides, I was finishing up my senior year of high school, so I could certainly be left alone. However, my father was out of town for the weekend, and Mother wouldn’t be home until about the same time he was. My parents may trust me, but they still weren’t crazy about leaving me in the house by myself for three or four days.

“Mom, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself while you go visit Grandpa!” I shouted up at her from the bottom of the stairs.

“Rachel, would you just do as I ask?” she shouted back. I sighed and heaved myself over to the living room window. From there I had a clear view of Uncle John’s house. Actually, he wasn’t really my uncle, but he had been our next door neighbor and my babysitter since I was born. Our families were incredibly close, so, having no others to call uncle, I started using the term for him and the term of affection stuck.

His car, however, was not in the driveway. I called up to my mother to tell her the news, and heard her cuss softly under her breath. She was throwing things in the suitcase as fast as she could. Fortunately for my mother, she was a crazy obsessive type, who truly believed in being prepared for emergencies, so she already had travel toiletries stored in an easy location and could plan outfits in seconds. Less than five minutes after she went upstairs to pack, she came downstairs with her carryon luggage ready to go. I rolled my eyes behind her back as she grabbed for her purse.

“I’m heading to the airport right now. I’ll call your dad on the way, but I’m sure he won’t be able to get back any earlier. You’ll have to be on your own until Monday evening.” For the first time she looked hesitant.

“Really, Mom, I’ll be fine. Besides, Uncle John’s right next door.”

Mother’s anxiety seemed to clear. “You’re right dear, he’s right next door. I’ll give him a call on my way too if I have time, but I’m not sure I will. Could you just run by later this evening and tell him what’s going on? I’ll call him tomorrow, but I’d feel better knowing that he knows you’re alone and can check in on you from time to time.”

“Or prevent me from throwing any crazy parties while you’re away?”

Mother rolled her eyes and leaned over to kiss me. “I trust you more than that, my darling.” She kissed my cheek and grabbed her purse and suitcase, pulling out her keys. “I’ll see you on Monday, darling. I’ll call you tomorrow!” With that she hurried out the door. I watched her pull her car out of the driveway and drive away quickly.

Once she was out of my sight, I turned the TV volume back up. I wasn’t really sure why she was freaking out. I was 18 after all, and had never gotten into any real trouble with my parents or any one else. I rolled my eyes one last time and continued watching my horror movie marathon.

***

My movies finished at midnight. I had turned the lights in the living room off and had been sitting watching some of my favorite horror movies, finishing some leftover pizza and popcorn. I was interrupted only once, when my mother called to inform me that my grandfather was fine, but that she would be staying for a couple days to help her mother get him settled and make sure he rested. Once my movies finished, I turned the TV off and stood up. Immediately I began to feel freaked out. It wasn’t anything major, so I shook it off and felt my way up to my bedroom.

There, I flipped on my light and went to grab some clothes. I smiled as I pulled out my favorite bra and thong set. It was black and lacy. My ex had loved them, but my parents, especially my mother, were a bit conservative, and I wasn’t sure I wanted them to see such a set, so I kept it for special occasions. Now, alone in my house seemed a stupid, and hardly special, occasion, but I couldn’t see a reason not to when I knew I wouldn’t be caught and knew I could wash it without them knowing.

I showered after that and slipped into my underclothes and pulled a pair of shorts and a tank top over them. Even though it was only about half past midnight, I decided to go to bed. I was tired from the school week, I suppose.

Once my light had been shut off, I lay down, and immediately got that freaked out feeling again. I admonished myself silently. I loved horror movies, and I was far too smart to believe the plausibility of any of the scenarios I had just witnessed. My silent logical thoughts weren’t helping though. I tried lying on my back so I wouldn’t feel so exposed to danger sneaking up on me, but that didn’t help either. For some reason, the combination of having watched several horror movies and sleeping alone in the house for the first time had freaked me out, and I was only getting worse.

I tried flipping on the light, but by that point even that didn’t help. Finally, I decided. I slipped on a pair of flip flops and grabbed the flashlight in my nightstand. I snuck downstairs with my keys. After checking to make sure his car was in the driveway, I locked my own house and headed over to Uncle John’s to spend the night.

I had a key to his house, so I let myself in as I always did. At first I thought he might be asleep, since none of the lights downstairs were on, but when I made it up to his bedroom, I saw that his light was on. His door was slightly ajar, so I approached it cautiously. We had an old game of sneaking up on each other, and this was a perfect opportunity to get him good.

I had left my shoes and keys by the door, so I was almost silent as I snuck up to his door. I poked my head in and was shocked to see what I did. John was leaning back on his bed, fully undressed and was stroking his cock, which was quite hard and point straight up. He was breathing heavily, and I think his eyes were closed too.

I back away slightly, not wanted to catch him like that and embarrass him. I could go back downstairs and call out from the doorway so he could fix himself before seeing me. Part of me, the part that had noticed that seeing him stroking himself had caused my pussy to become quite wet quite quickly, protested my decision, saying that I should go join him. I easily put that out of my mind, telling myself that it wouldn’t be fair to him and that he likely only saw me as a daughter and would never be interested in me that way. I was halfway down the hall when I heard something that shocked me.

“Rachel.” I turned around quickly, half expecting to see him, but I knew by the way he spoke, or moaned my name, that he was still masturbating. He repeated my name, and I was suddenly sure that I was the object of his fantasy…he was jerking himself off to fantasies about me.

The part of me that had originally wanted to join him spoke up again, and this time I acquiesced. I turned back to his bedroom and silently walked back to his door. I took a deep breath and pushed open his door.

It squeaked slightly, but was loud enough for him to hear. He opened his eyes and jerked his head towards me. Immediately I saw his face change color and he reached for a blanket to cover himself. He did so quickly but couldn’t, no matter how much he shifted, completely conceal the fact that he was trying to hide a raging erection.

“Rachel, what are you doing here?” he eventually managed to choke out.

“My parents both had to go out of town and I was alone and kinda got freaked out between being alone and having watched horror movies all evening,” I replied apologetically.

He rubbed his face. “Yeah, I remember now. Your mother called earlier. I was going to check on you earlier, but I didn’t get home until just a little while ago, and all the lights were out, so I assumed you were asleep.”

“You’re not angry at me, Uncle John, for coming here, are you?” I asked.

He smiled softly at me. “Of course not, dear. You just surprised me. Why don’t you head off to your bedroom? I’m not exactly decent right now.” I had stayed with him so often, for various reasons, that we generally referred to his guest room as my own. However, I was in no mood to spend the night alone, especially considering what I had just witnessed.

“Now why would I do that, Uncle John? I told you I was freaked out. I could hardly sleep by myself right now.” I took a couple of steps toward him as he tried to process the information. He leaned away slightly, uncertain.

“I’m not decent, Rachel,” he repeated feebly, as though I might not have realized that.

“Then maybe I shouldn’t be either,” I said. I pulled my tank top over my head to expose my black bra, happy I decided to wear it tonight. I pulled my shorts down and heard him take a shaky breath as he saw me.

I climbed onto the bed and carefully straddled his legs, pulling the blanket away from him. He still looked surprised, but as I brushed my fingers over his erect cock, he grabbed my wrists urgently.

“Are you sure you want this?” He looked into my eyes and spoke seriously. He wanted this as much as I did, but wasn’t about to ruin our close relationship over something I wasn’t sure about. I smile at him and nodded.

“I want this more than you do, Uncle John,” I said and I wrapped my fingers around him. He moaned again at my touch, laying his head back and closing his eyes. I started to slide my fist up and down, varying the pressure of my grip. After a couple of minutes his hands slid up my sides to cup my breasts. He kneaded them softly as I continued to jerk him off.

“Can I take off your bra, sweet?”

“Of course you can, Uncle John.”

He sat up slightly and reached behind me to unclip my bra. He slid it down my arms. I took my hands off his cock only long enough for him to slip the bra all the way off and throw it across the room. His hands went right back to my breasts. I moaned myself as his fingers flicked at my hard nipples.

I moved off his legs. He looked at me in slight confusion, but I only smiled at him and lowered my mouth to his cock. He took a deep breath of surprise and pleasure as my tongue reached out and flicked his sensitive head. He groaned again as my lips closed around his cock and I began sucking.

I continued the blowjob, getting more and more into it as I listened to him moaning my name. I reached up and gently cradled his balls. His head fell back in pleasure.

“Oh, Rachel, Rachel…Rachel darling, just like that. Oh, yes, suck my cock baby. Suck it harder! Oh baby, baby girl, I’m going to cum!”

As soon as I heard him say this, I pulled myself off his cock, continuing to stroke him, while pointing his cock at his face. I heard him grunt something as the first of his cum sprayed across my face. I continued stroking until he finished cumming and relaxed against his headboard. I sat up and looked at him, his cum across my face. I had seen enough cumshot pictures to figure out what I must have looked like.

He finally opened his eyes to look down on me. He smiled and reached for a camera that he had on his bedside table.

“I’m going to take a couple of pictures of you like this to add to my collection.” He raised the camera and I smiled to let him take a couple of pictures before I asked my question.

“Your collection?”

He gestured to one side, and for the first time I realized that there were several pictures of me on the other side of his bed. A couple I knew he had, several others were obviously taken covertly, many of them of me while I was sunbathing in my tiny bathing suit in my backyard.

I shook a finger at him. “You’re very naughty, Uncle John.” In response he only tossed me backwards across his bed so I was lying on my back. He crawled over me, used the blanket to wipe my face, and finally lowered his lips to mine. I kissed him passionately until he moved down to my neck. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his caresses and kisses as they made their way down my torso, although my breasts certainly received adequate attention.

Finally, he reached my thong, which was still on. He slid it off of my legs far too slowly, spreading my legs and kissing up my inner thighs. I whimpered and moaned as he teased. Finally his lips found my pussy. He licked and sucked my pussy and clit, all the while tweaking my breasts. I moaned at his attention, bucking my hips slightly as his tongue would find his way across my clit. I soon came, screaming and clutching at the sheets of his bed in sheer pleasure.

When I finally came down from my high, he was sitting back and reaching for him camera again. I let him take several more pictures before giggling and rolling off the bed. He reached after me, laughing himself as I ran off.

“And where do you think you’re going, little lady?”

“I don’t know about you, but I need a shower.” I scampered to his bedroom. At the door, I turned back towards him. “You’re more than welcome to join me, if you want.”

“I may just have to take you up on that offer.”

I may have been able to get him to continue our games once we reached the shower, but he noticed me stifling a huge yawn and firmly said that we should bathe and go to bed.

“But Uncle John, I don’t want to stop playing.”

He chuckled as he leaned in to kiss me slightly. “We’re not going to stop, just pause. Your parents don’t get home until Monday, remember?”

With such an argument, I consented. In the shower, we bathed each other slowly, taking the opportunity to explore our bodies. When the water started to get cold, I turned off the water and we dried each other off. We fell into bed, both of us completely nude. Uncle John was asleep in minutes and I followed suit not long after, dreaming of our next few days alone together.

***

When I woke up, Uncle John had apparently moved in his sleep because he was spooning behind me, one arm wrapped around my slender waist. I felt his slow, deep breathes against my neck. I snuggled closer to him, feeling his semi-hard cock against my ass. I moaned in satisfaction.

He shifted somewhat on the bed against me, and I felt his lips against my neck. I giggled slightly, then flipped over to look at him, allowing his lips to meet my own. After several moments, he leaned back to look at me.

“So, Rachel dear, what do you think we should do today?”

I pretended to consider for a moment before I, in one motion, rolled him onto his back and rolled on top of him, so I was straddling him. I looked down at him and smiled coyly.

“I have a couple of ideas.”

Again, he looked slightly unsure. “Have you done this before?”

I nodded. “And I’m on the pill.”

Uncle John groaned slightly. I was rocking my hips back and forth over his stomach in pleasure. He had to realize how wet I was. He grinned devilishly for a moment as he lifted my hips so my dripping pussy was positioned over his now-rock-hard cock. I smiled and closed my eyes, expecting him to drive his throbbing cock into my desperately waiting pussy.

Instead, he rocked his own hips up slightly so that his cock just barely wedged itself between my lips. Before I could fully enjoy the feeling of his cock, he had rocked his hips back. He did this several more times until I was whimpering in frustration and trying to pull away from his hands, which kept me positioned over him.

Finally, he chuckled at my irritation before finally driving his cock into me and dropping me. We both moaned at the feeling, him enjoying my pussy pulsing around him, me enjoying the full feeling of his cock embedded to the balls in me.

After several seconds I began to ride him passionately. Neither of us had enough breath to kiss the other, much less speak, but our eyes only left the other when I threw my head back momentarily in the pleasure that consumed me. I came within a couple of minutes, which surprised me because I had never managed to cum with my ex.

When I felt my second orgasm coming on, I could tell that he wasn’t far either. I leaned over to kiss him slightly. “Cum with me, Uncle John. Please.”

He smiled at me before flipping me over on my back and pounding into me for only seconds before both of us came together, him babbling about me and how hot I made him, me shouting obscenities, filled with expressions of love and lust. We came down slowly, kissing softly as we both struggled to catch our breaths. Suddenly, we heard something from the door.

“Rachel, John, what the hell is going on here?” We both looked over at the bedroom door quickly, only to see my father standing there in an obvious state of shock.
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