Charlie and Uncle Joe

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This is a story about me and my Uncle Joe.

He was kind of the black sheep of the family; the no hoper entrepreneur that never really made it you know? There’s always one in any family. But that didn’t make him a loser. Well at least not to me. At twenty eight, he is the youngest of three brothers, and the way my father told it, he was kind of a mistake, an accident, not that anyone openly admitted to it.

My father is the oldest brother, Richard; forty-nine, six foot three, reasonably fit though he had started that whole midlife spread so he was kinda stacking it on, his once dark hair was just about grey all over. He had a strong features, and hard, judging green eyes that sized you up in a New York minute. Oh and did I mention, he’s rather well off? Yep, we’re one of those families – came from money, made more money.

Then there is Terrance – or Terry – next in line, forty-two, six foot one, fat, thinning brown hair on top, likes to swig expensive scotch and smoke foul smelling cigars. His face is kinda pinched and round, which makes his eyes all squinty. And if I’m being truthful, he wigs me out when he stares at me, but he’s still my Uncle so I’ve got to respect that, apparently.

And then came Uncle Joe – or Joseph – but he’d smack you if you called him that to his face. He was the last of the brothers and by far the easiest going… not to mention the cutest. As I said before, twenty-eight (and for those of you thinking about it, that’s a fourteen year age gap between Joe and Terry). He was on par with my father at six foot three, although he was in much better shape, toned and tanned, with scraggly dark hair, jade green eyes and a killer smile. Apparently he was the spitting image of my Daddy when he was that age, but I honestly didn’t see it. Or more, I suppose I didn’t want to see it. To me he was the ‘cool Uncle’.

Uncle Joe spent most of his time surfing and picking up. He wasn’t tied down to any job or career even though he had his diploma in Business and he had a knack with computers you wouldn’t believe. He’d set up my system and it was so rad all my geek friends drooled over it. But anyways…

So; according to my father, Uncle Joe was a bit of a ‘no hoper’, but he was young and fun and didn’t give a rat’s arse what people thought of him, especially his older brothers. He worked from home, which was a shack near the beach, and repaired computers or set up systems when he could be bothered. (That ‘shack’ as Daddy liked to call it was an ultramodern beachside apartment, but since it wasn’t up the family standards it didn’t really qualify.)

Uncle Joe was very proud and loud in stating that he merely worked to live, not lived to work. He worked long enough to keep himself comfortable and not a second longer. And why not, collectively, as a family we had money oozing out our ears, why did he want to work his ass off to earn even more?

So when Daddy’s fiftieth came around, and the family came to town; Uncle Joe stayed in our guest house.

I figured with Uncle Joe in the house, I could maybe wheedle a bit of work out of him and he could go through and check my system it had been playing up lately, and if he managed to tweak my system to get a tiny bit more performance out of it? Bonus!

I was eighteen and in my last year of high school; and couldn’t wait until I went away to college. Freedom and space, you know, something every teenage girl kind of craves from an over achieving family. I’d followed my Mom in the looks department, average height about five foot five, slender maybe a hundred and seven pounds at my worst, dark brown wavy hair and hazel eyes. I had full lips, reasonably sized breasts for my stature at just on a ‘C’, and a nice tight body I kept in shape through swimming and volley ball. Oh and did I mention, I’m still a virgin?

Anyway – as I was saying, swimming and volley ball… My specialty; doubles beach volley ball, which is strange because we don’t have a beach nearby. The sand is imported and we play indoors, but I love it no less! So you see, what came to pass was bound to happened. The whole: two kindred spirits thing you know?

Uncle Joe had arrived on the Tuesday and the party was going to be on the Friday, then he was flying out again on the Monday. He hadn’t wanted to hang around for that long, but apparently those where the only dates he could book. So from the time he got here, he really didn’t have much to do besides kill time by the pool all day. Quite often I came home from school and found him asleep on one of the poolside lounges and every time I spent the better part of ten minutes debating on the merits of dumping a whole bucket of cold water on him and what my chances would be this time, in getting into the house and locking myself in my room before he caught me.

I’d done it once and had only made it half way across the lawn before he caught me! He’d carried me kicking and squealing all the way back and had thrown me fully clothed into the pool. It’d been fun, but my shoes got izmir escort ruined, so now I considered it but rarely went through with it because I knew he was faster than me. I was fit, but so was he; and he had longer legs than I did.

The first incident happened the day before Daddy’s birthday. I had two free blocks so as I usually did, I went home. It was a nice, warm day and I figured I’d get a few laps in before I went back to school. I ran upstairs and changed, grabbing a towel I hurried back down. I wore a one piece high cut suit; these laps weren’t recreational.

Walking outside barefoot, I neared the gazebo next to the pool. I noted that two of the privacy blinds were pulled down and I could hear faint sounds coming from within. Low groans and sighs, accompanied by the odd swear word. I stopped in my tracks contemplating what my next move should be. I didn’t know for sure who was out there; but I really only had one person to choose from. Then too I didn’t know what he was doing to be making those kinds of noises, but I could imagine pretty well. Hell he thought he was home alone and generally he would have been, just not this afternoon.

I knew right then, I should have done an about face and gone back into the house. But well, curiosity and hormones got the better of me and I found myself sneaking closer to the gazebo. The grunts and groans I could hear were getting louder and I could feel my body’s natural reaction to those sounds begin as a tingle in my clit. I snuck right up to the pulled blinds and peeked around the corner.

There he was, my Uncle Joe, stretched out on a sun lounge, his board shorts pulled open at the crotch and pulled down a little on his thighs. His hard cock jutted up from his groin, big, thick and veiny as his hand tugged on it almost lazily. I could hear his heavy breaths and his low groans of pleasure and I felt the tingle in my clit become a throb as I watched what he was doing.

I knew it was wrong, spying on him while he was rubbing one out, but damn it, I was young and horny, and if he never found out what harm could it do? My hand slipped beneath the Lycra crotch of my swimsuit and I began lightly fingering my clit and pussy in time to Uncle Joe’s strokes hoping to time it so I could cum with him. Weird I know but that’s what I was doing.

I guess I wasn’t going to be so lucky. I still don’t really know what possessed me to do the thing I did! Anyway… I was fingering my wet pussy, enjoying the feel of my fingers swirling over my clit as I watched Uncle Joe. My eyes were glued to his hand as it stroked up and down his length. I could see it glistening in the sunlight, precum dribbling from the tip as I looked on; large and long, the purple head swollen and flared. I licked my lips suddenly wishing I was sucking on his knob as I watched.

All of a sudden his left hand came up into view and brought something to his mouth. A small breath of wind stirred and instantly I smelled what it was, as he took a long draw and held it in… WEED! As soon as that realisation hit, I don’t know what happened. One minute I had a finger in my pussy enjoying the feeling of getting close to an orgasm. Then next minute I was rushing toward Uncle Joe, angry and unthinking.

“Uncle Joe!” I yelled. “What the hell?”

Uncle Joe nearly choked in fright as he frantically rolled up off the lounge. He dropped the joint he’d been holding and scrambled to get his boardies on again. He was coughing badly, exhaling smoke as he fumbled with his quickly deflating cock, trying his hardest to tuck it away inside his shorts.

“Holy shit Charlie! What are you doing home?” He coughed out, sounding panicked.

I kept walking towards him. Came right up to him, searching the ground by his feet and when I located the joint, I stepped on it with my bare heel, grinding into the paving until it broke apart to nothing, and then ground it some more just for good measure. “Uncle Joe, what do you think you’re doing?” I asked angrily. “Daddy would go absolutely ape shit if he even thought you were smoking that crap on his property.”

Uncle Joe was thrown off balance and still trying to collect himself. It didn’t help that he was half baked. “Charlie Bird, you can’t say anything about this to your father!” He said using his nickname for me; hoping that would butter me up.

“I should! I should tell him right away.” I said. I wasn’t intentionally being a bitch about it, but I was an athlete on two school teams. We got spot drug tested all the time. If I even had a minor reading in my system I’d get my ass booted off the team and suspended from school and I didn’t want that! A suspension would go against my chances of getting into the college I wanted to attend.

“But you can’t; he’d never understand.” Joe said.

“Of course he wouldn’t. Hell Uncle Joe, I don’t understand. Are you crazy? That shit messes with your head! And it could get me into a lot of trouble at school!” I knew the chances where slight but alsancak escort I couldn’t risk even the smallest reading.

“Charlie Bird! Baby, you know you’re my favourite niece…” Uncle Joe began.

“Uncle Joe I’m you’re only niece!” I interrupted. “Quit trying to smooth talk your way out of this.”

Uncle Joe’s head must have been clearing up as he stopped and thought about the situation. “Okay, what’s it gonna take for you to keep your mouth shut?” He asked.

“A promise.” I said.

“Go on?” He raised a dubious brow.

“I won’t tell Daddy if you promise not to smoke any more of that shit while you’re here.”

“Geez Charlie, you’ve got a mouth on you!” Uncle Joe said off topic.

“You haven’t heard the half of it, and every word I learnt from Daddy, so just promise okay?”

“Okay okay I promise.”

“Swear it!” I pushed.

“Charlie I swear okay? I won’t smoke any more dope while I’m here. I promise.”

I huffed, as I folded my arms across my chest. “Okay then. But if you break that promise I’ll tell Daddy right away.”

“Charlie, I’m not into breaking promises all right? I’ve said that I won’t and I won’t. You can believe that.”

I was still reluctant to believe him, but I nodded at him. “All right. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got laps to do.”

Uncle Joe grabbed my arm as I walked past him, his grip light but staying. “Charlie, about the other thing you saw… I mean… you know… with the…” He motioned at his shorts not able to articulate.

I shrugged his hand off as a thrill shot up my arm where he touched me. “I won’t say anything if you don’t.” I reassured him.

He turned a bit red. “Thanks Charlie Bird.”

I nodded at him once. “It’s cool.”

I jumped in the pool and pushed out thirty laps, not nearly as many as I could do, but I kept the pace up on these ones, burning away my anger in the water, and getting my heart rate up nicely. Finished, I stayed in the pool a little while longer just cooling down.

“You know you’d be faster if you didn’t drop your left elbow.” Joe’s voice said from behind me.

I turned to stare up at him. I hadn’t realised he was still there. I thought he’d slunk away to his guest house. “How would you know?”

“Hey I might be ten years older than you but I still remember high school, and I was on the swim team in college; won a few trophies in my time too. Now of course all I do is swim and surf so I don’t know that much about it.” He told me a little sarcastically. “You drop your left elbow.” He said, demonstrating what I was doing. “If you’re conscious of it and keep it up, you’d absolutely kill.”

I vaguely recalled Daddy mentioning something about Uncle Joe being a swimmer in school, but didn’t realise he’d been into competition swimming, so as I reassessed my view on Uncle Joe yet again, I took the advice as it was intended and nodded. “I’ll keep that in mind and try it next time.”


“Did you want something else from me?” I asked neutrally when he continued to stand there.

“Ah… no. I was just watching you swim laps and thought I’d let you know about your elbow. That’s all.” Uncle Joe said.

“Okay. Thanks then.” I said. I got out and went up to the house. I didn’t mean to be abrupt but I felt weird, kind of nervous around Uncle Joe now. Not because of the smoking weed incident and not really because I’d seen him masturbating. But more because of when he grabbed my arm I felt electricity fire along my skin. Surely that wasn’t a normal thing to be feeling? It was a little confusing.

I dropped my towel over the stool in the kitchen as I made myself some lunch. I still had close to an hour before I had to be back at school. I was half way through eating my food when Uncle Joe came into the house.

“Oh I thought you’d have left for school again.” He mentioned trying to sound casual as he looked in the fridge.

“Not yet. I had two free blocks.”

“Ah right. Well I just came in to grab something to eat.” Joe said. By the way he was talking I guessed he felt a little awkward too.

I shrugged. “Cool.” I said knowing that he probably had the munchies.

“What are you eating?”

“Silverside and salad.”

“Nice, is there any of that left?” He asked standing in the open door. The fridge beeped at him. “What the…?”

“You’ve had the door open too long.” I told him. “It’s telling you to shut it.”

“Oh.” He replied swinging the door closed. “But I haven’t gotten anything out yet?”

I sighed. Walking over I opened the fridge door and pulled out the meat and salad. “There.” I said handing the stuff to Joe as I pushed the door closed with my hip.

“Thanks.” He said coming back to the bench.

“No problem.”

“Is there more bread anywhere?” He asked holding up the packet that was almost finished.

“Yeah in the pantry.” I said as I bit into my sandwich.

“Where abouts?” Uncle Joe called buca escort as he rummaged in the cupboard.

I sighed again putting my sandwich down. I went over and grabbed it out for him. “Would you like me to make the sandwich for you too?” I asked a little sarcastically. I wasn’t really annoyed at him as such, it was just that every time I went near him I’d get this funny feeling in my stomach and I really wanted to squeeze my thighs together.

“If you’re offering.” Uncle Joe responded smartly. He knew I was being a brat, but I didn’t realise he knew.

I grumbled under my breath, but began making him a sandwich.

“Geez Charlie I was kidding!” Joe said as he reached across my hands and took the butter knife and bread off me. “I knew you were being sarcastic, I’m not a total shit for brains!”

I stepped away from him. My pulse was thumping. His touch, his hands and arms rubbing against me, his hip where it brushed against my hip, made me burn. I felt a shiver ripple across my entire body and my nipples pulled tight. I tried to ignore it. I looked down at my food, my appetite gone, and felt a bit guilty.

“I didn’t say you had shit for brains, Uncle Joe. I said that shit messes with your brain.” I said by way of apology. I looked sideways at him.

He was smiling. “I know babe. Sorry, I was just messing with you.”

Uncle Joe called just about every woman he knew babe; even my mom, much to my father’s disgust and my mother’s secret pleasure. So I thought nothing of it when he called me that.

I twitched my lips down at the corner as I looked at him. “But seriously Uncle Joe, you’ve got to know that that stuff is bad for you?”

“Yeah I know. I don’t smoke it all that often.” He told me. Looking at me he could see I doubted him. He held up his hand. “Honest. I hardly ever touch the stuff. But I needed something to take the edge off. I absolutely hate these family get-togethers. Usually I’d take off and hit a nice set, clear my head, just me and the water. But well, I can’t do that here unless I want to drive two hundred miles to the nearest beach in a borrowed car. And then I don’t think it even gets decent surf.”

I looked down at my hands again. “Oh.” I said.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to lay that crap on you. Forget I mentioned it.”

“Why don’t you like the family get-togethers?” I asked curious.

“You don’t want to know babe. Just forget about it.” He told me as he fixed his sandwich.

“I do though.” I told him looking up. “Why is it such a ‘thing’ for you?”

He stood there and stared at me for a little while. His eyes dropping along my body for the briefest moment before he looked away. He shrugged. “All these things go the same way – I spend the whole night defending my life choices. Everyone thinks that because I don’t have the big house; and the family to go with it; a ‘nice’ car; and any of the other nine hundred mainstream conventions society deems necessary, that I’m wasting my life away instead of living it how I want to live it. They have to pick at my life instead of just being happy for me… It gets old real fast.”

“Oh.” I said, not really knowing what to say.

He shrugged. “You asked.”

“Why don’t you just tell ’em to shove it?”

Uncle Joe snorted. “By the end of the night I usually do and end up offending everyone, and then I’m the one that ends up feeling guilty.” He sighed. “Which is why, I hate these things.”

“Oh.” I said a bit awkwardly, feeling a little bit sorry for him. I knew how bad our family could be when it came to material wealth and academic achievement.

“Don’t get me wrong. I love them all. I just get sick of hearing the same old shit.”

I nodded fully understanding what he was getting at.

“What about you? I suppose you love these little family gatherings?”

I shrugged indifferently. “They’re all right. So long as Terrance Junior stays away from me I don’t mind ’em so much.”

“Oh?” Joe queried. “You don’t like TJ?”

I shook my head. “He’s a pig; with the manners to match and a big freakin’ mouth.”

Uncle Joe chuckled and raised his sandwich at me. “To the next generation!” He toasted before taking a bite. I gave a snort in reply Uncle Joe making me think on how alike our predicaments were. Only my antagonist was a cousin rather than brothers. I thanked my lucky stars I was an only child.

We stood there in comparative silence, each eating our food. I was staring off into the distance, lost in my own thoughts, when I remembered that I wanted Uncle Joe to mess around with my computer and media system.

“Hey Uncle Joe?” I said turning to look at him. I couldn’t be sure but I thought his eyes flicked up from staring at my butt. I pushed that thought away, thinking, ‘yeah right, no way.’

“Yeah babe?” He said as he looked quickly way and then back again, not quite knowing where to rest his eyes.

“Would you take a look at my computer and media system while you’re here? It’s been running a bit slow.”

His face changed and there was a long pause before he answered. “A-ha… so now we get to the real price.”

“Huh?” I said puzzled; not clicking.

“This is the real price to keep quiet about what happened by the pool hey?”

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