I remember it as if it were yesterday, sneaking in two hours late hoping that my Uncle Bob would not catch me. He was easy going but always preaching to me about how young girls should always be careful and in the house no later than ten at night. Regardless that I had already reached my eighteenth birthday, he would always see me a child.
Uncle Bob was 36, over six feet tall and very handsome. My friends always made eyes at him when they came over to do homework. Sandy my best friend thinks he looks like Nicholas Cage, now that I think about it he does a little bit. He always sounded harsh when he yelled at me, but his soft sparkling blue-green eyes gave him away every time.
He moved in when my father died in a car accident two years ago, my mother's brother had always looked out for us so she had him move in. My mother worked as a staff nurse at the local hospital, she took on the night shift because it paid more money that left Uncle Bob to look after me.
I slowly pushed open my window praying it would not squeak and that Uncle Bob was asleep. The last thing I needed was for him to be upset with me since this morning little incident happened. I was in my room in my undies when I cut the end of my finger, without thinking I yelled for him. Uncle Bob came running in and stopped dead in his tracks, I forgot I did not have a bra on and my full-ripened breasts were standing perky. His face blushed but he did not look away, he seemed to stare a little longer than need be. Tossing me a towel and saying "Cover yourself up Tiffany."
I walked to him only after I had covered my titties, but he continued staring the entire time. When he stood close to me I felt the bulge in his pants against my side. For some unknown reason I could not help but smile. He turned swiftly after taking care of my finger and left the room. We did not speak to each other the rest of the day. Now here I am trying not to wake him as I sneak into my room.
Once inside I thought I was safe, and no one would know any better, but I was surprised as the light flicked on. There he stood, hands on his hips in black boxers starring at me like I stole a million dollars from the damn bank.
"Where the hell have you been? No, don't answer that! Follow me young lady we have to talk." He stormed down the stairs turning only to make sure I was right behind him.
I hung my head as he made me stand in front of him while he sat on the couch. "Come here now!"
