Looking After Uncle

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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Auntie Margaret sent me a text, she was my way on Friday and could she pop in and catch up, we hadn't seen each other since cousin Val's wedding, and that was last year. Friday was good for me; I was working one of these new idea four day weeks. Longer days, shorter lunches, and the forty hours normally done in five days, was now spread over four, but, at least I had a longer weekend, and Friday was a good day to see Auntie.

Friday came, and instead of a nice lie in, I was up early cleaning the house and making sure that the bins were empty and that no food packages were on sight, and that all dirty crockery and cups had been cleaned. I did have the windows open to air the place, but after thirty minutes I shut them, it was still winter, and the incoming air was too darn cold for open windows.

Auntie arrived just before lunch carrying a bag from a supermarket.

"I have brought lunch," she said after we had embraced and said out hellos. "I got some sushi and some sandwiches. Unless you are vegan. If you are vegan, then I have brought my lunch which, if you don't mind, I shall eat in front of you whilst you munch on some spinach leaves or whatever the hell it is that vegans eat.

I laughed loudly, "Oh God, no Auntie, I eat anything, no way I could survive being a vegan. I did try it one day, but when I opened my fridge in the morning, the bacon waved at me. I didn't last beyond breakfast."

Auntie howled and followed me into the kitchen. She emptied the contents of her bag into the kitchen table as I filled the kettle ready for tea. There was salmon sushi, pulled pork wraps and bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches.

"Plates?"

"In the cupboard on the right of the sink. How do you want your tea?"

"Normal, leave the bag in, milk, no sugar, mug or cup, don't care."

I grabbed two mugs and added a tea bag to each whilst Auntie Margret shared the food out across the plates. The kettle boiled and so I added hot water, stirred and mashed, and then added some milk.

"Lap or table," She asked.

"Lap is fine, grab your tea and plate and we'll sit in the lounge."

Auntie M put all the now empty wrappers in the supermarket bag, "I'll let you bin it later," she said as she grabbed her lunch and followed me to the lounge. I wondered what her real reason for the visit was.

"How's Uncle Phil?" I asked, "I haven't seen him much later either."

"No? I am surprised, as he does tend to like the pretty ladies, I would expect him to be here often."

Nice back handed complement I think, "well, he would need a reason to visit I guess."

"I am not sure that he would need a reason, certainly not a plausible one."

Interesting.

"Well, I haven't seen him since the wedding either. Do you suspect him of something?"

"Oh no, not really, he is just a bit flirty in female company. I don't think he is being a naughty boy. If I had evidence I would cut his bollocks off, and I don't have enough cause to even keep a pair of sharp scissors to hand."

Oh. Okay. The way the conversation had started I had expected to be hearing tales of Uncle Phil's misdemeanours, but no. "Gosh Auntie, that's a bit extreme."

"Well, he promised them exclusively to me when we got married, so, I think if he shared them with someone else, then I would have a right to them."

"Okay then. Well, I can't say mush for that, so far, I haven't promised my bits exclusively to any one, so no one has a cause to be claiming bits of my body."

"Good, spread it far and wide whilst you can, that way, when you do find the right guy, or girl, then you will know what, if anything you are missing, and so you won't miss it, if you know what I mean."

"Oh yes Auntie I do, and it will be a guy. I mean I like girls and all, but it will be a guy for my life partner. I can't imagine settling down to a life of only tacos without sausage, if you get my drift."

She laughed. I was still unsure for the reason for her visit, it all seemed a little surreal.

"Anyway, I wanted to ask you a favour," she said. Oh, here we are, the reason.

"Ask away Auntie."

"I am going to Lithuania for about a week next month, just a bit of a mummy make over, a spot of cosmetics, and I wondered if you could keep an eye on Phil for me, you know, pop over and do the odd meal, that sort of thing. He is good about most things, just absolutely rubbish in the kitchen and he will just end up living on takeaways."

"Oh, right, yes that should be okay."

"I can make up the spare room for you, so you could stay if you didn't fancy all the travelling to the other side of town, up to you, and I will give you my Waitrose account details, so you can organise some home deliveries if you want, or you can just get Phil to take you to Aldi round the corner and he can pay."

"Should be no problem Auntie, just let me know when you will be away and I will make sure Uncle Phil is okay, what about when you get back?"

"Oh, that will be fine. I can direct him in the kitchen, so no worries there."

So, there we have it, can I go and cook for Uncle Phil for a week whilst Auntie M goes and gets a boob job or a tummy tuck or whatever she is having. I can do that, they have Sky Movies, so I can catch up on a few films that I have yet to see.

The time came all too quickly. I had arranged to work from home, and home would be Auntie M's house. After work had finished for the day, I packed a suitcase dresses, skirts, tops, undies etc and headed off.

"Hello sweetie," Uncle Phil said when I got there, "Margaret is just upstairs finishing packing, go on up and dump your bag. I'll put the kettle on."

I went upstairs and put my bag in the spare room and went into the main bedroom, Auntie M was sat on the bed with an open suitcase next to her.

"Hello love," she said, "How are you, looking forward to your little adventure?"

"Hi Auntie, yes, it should be fun, I can catch up on some films, and I might even put Uncle Phil on a strict diet, just so he misses you even more."

She laughed, "yes, well it won't be the food he'll be missing, and he'll have to wait for me to get back or that."

Oh. Crikey, that was a bit of oversharing.

"What time is your flight?" I asked changing the subject.

"Eight tomorrow morning. Phil will take me early, around five, so hopefully we won't disturb you."

"No worries Auntie. I will just snooze if you do, at home my neighbour is usually up around then and his dog barks a lot, so, I am used to early morning noises. It won't phase me at all."

I went back down and found Uncle Phil in the kitchen. I gave him a quick hug and then looked expectantly at the empty mug.

"Ah yes," he said, "tea, coffee or hot chocolate or something stronger?"

I am not really a great drinker, so I plumped for tea, and went and sat in the lounge, I picked the armchair opposite the sofa, Uncle Phil sat on the sofa and Auntie could sit next to him when she came down. My skirt was a bit on the short side, I knew that, but, well, this is my Uncle, it wouldn't bother him, even though I noticed him looking at my knees more than once. Oh well, I would have to see about that.

Auntie M came down and we talked a little around the procedures that she was having. I asked why Lithuania, I had heard that most people seemed to go to Turkey.

"Yes, I know, but the people in Lithuania are a proper licensed clinic with properly trained doctors and nurses, and I have read nothing but glowing recommendations. There is little difference in the price, and I would rather go where I know that they are trained medical people."

"Seems wise Auntie."

Eventually the chit chat dried up and we went to bed. I stripped off, put my robe on and went to the bathroom and washed, used the loo, did my teeth and headed back to my room. I hung my robe on the back of the door, leaving the door open to allow some air and got into bed. I always sleep nude, and tonight was no exception.

I did hear them get up and go in the morning, I just rolled onto my back and ignored them and dozed back off. A little later I heard Uncle Phil come back. He popped his head into my room, "Coffee sweetheart," he said.

"K" I mumbled, gave it a moment and got up. It occurred to me that he would have seen me naked. Oh well.

I put some knickers on, then realised I needed a wee and padded to the bathroom just in my knickers. I used the loo, washed my hands and passed Uncle Phil on the landing as I went back to my room. At least this time I was wearing knickers.

My knickers were sheer it has to be said. Just the way I like them, the sheer material allows my crotch to breath, who wants a sweaty crotch, not me. Skirt on and then a polo top. I didn't bother with a bra; I wasn't planning on going out. I went down and joined Uncle Phil in the kitchen.

"Bacon sweetheart?" He asked?

"Please." It seems he could do some cooking after all. He put some rashers on the grill pan and then cut some bread from a crusty loaf.

"I have some dripping if you would like?" he said.

"Hell yes," I answered, who the hell refuses bacon dripping sandwiches? No one I know.

He smeared the dripping on the bread, including the jelly I was pleased to see, took the bacon from under the grill and piled it on the bread, added the other slice and handed it over. It could not be described as haute cuisine in any country in the world, but to me it was the finest of breakfast dining.

After breakfast I went and sat in the lounge and got my laptop out and logged on to work. A few emails, a zoom for later on in the morning and then some spreadsheets to work on. I would be pretty much clear my lunch time. I could hear Uncle Phil pottering around, he popped in a few times. I pointed at my ear buds as if to say I was listening, and he went away.

I wasn't, I just didn't want to chat. I had my zoom meeting, that went well, did a few resultant emails, and then closed the laptop. I would check again in the afternoon. I got up and went to the kitchen. Uncle Phil was sitting at the kitchen table.

"That's the morning done Uncle Phil," I said. "Shall I make lunch?"

"That would be nice sweetie," he said.

I took some soup out of the cupboard and tipped into a pan and put it on the hob to heat. Whilst it was heating, I took two bowls from the cupboard and filled them with hot water to warm them up, and then I cut and buttered some crusty bread.

"That's the last of the bread Uncle, we could do with going to the supermarket and getting some more."

"Okay sweetie, we'll go after lunch."

I emptied the water from the now warm bowls, added the heated soup and put the two bowls on the table along with a plate of buttered bread pieces, two spoons from the drawer and we were good to go.

After lunch I cleared the dirty dishes into the dishwasher to go on later and we headed off to the supermarket, Uncle Phil watching me get into the car and holding my door before shutting it, then taking us to an Aldi, their nearest I guess. I knew that they normally had a home delivery from Waitrose, but I didn't know where that was, so had to rely on Uncle Phil to take us somewhere.

I grabbed a trolley and just by the entrance was the bakery section, and there was just one crusty loaf left. I grabbed that, and also a sliced Hovis for later in the week.

"What do you fancy for tea Uncle?" I asked before we got too far into the store.

"Oh, I don't know, something spicy perhaps?"

We wandered to the chilled ready meals section, there was a reasonable selection of curries and Chinese meals.

"How about one of these?" I asked.

He picked a Madras, I picked a Rogan Josh and we also grabbed some Naan and Pilau rice. That'll do for tea. I could rummage through their freezer when we got back, and get something out to defrost for tomorrow.

Uncle paid for everything at the checkout, and we went back to the car putting our carrier bag of shopping on the floor in the back, again Uncle watching me get into the car and then shutting the door before taking the trolley back to the trolley stand and retrieving his one-pound coin deposit.

The short drive back was uneventful, apart from Uncle seemingly distracted by looking at my lap, as if I didn't know why, and then again, when we were back, he rushed round to open my car door and help me out. He was a bit transparent, and I had expected better of him, although I did feel a little aroused by the whole thing. Things were progressing nicely; he didn't have a chance.

I put the shopping to one side on the kitchen table for preparing later and then went back to the lounge and got my laptop out and did a little more work, Uncle coming and sitting opposite me, scrolling through his phone, although his eyes seemed more focussed in my direction than on his phone.

Tea was easy to prepare, and I dished it up and sat with Uncle to eat it. As with all supermarkets curries my Rogan Josh wasn't as hot as it would have been in a proper Indian restaurant, but it was authentic enough. I cleared away and loaded and set the dishwasher and we went and sat in the lounge.

"Do you have a boyfriend at the moment, might we expect him to be popping in and perhaps staying over?" Uncle asked.

"No, not at the minute, and before you ask, I don't have a girlfriend either, so no one will be coming to keep me company at night."

"Oh, okay, I mean I wouldn't have minded, I mean, we are all grown-ups here."

"Yes Uncle, but as I say, I did have a boyfriend, but we parted a few weeks ago, went our separate ways you might say. He seemed to think that it was okay to have a spare girlfriend for when I was busy or unavailable."

"Oh crumbs."

"Yes, exactly, I mean, would Auntie M ever accept you having a spare for whilst she is away?" Let me sow some ideas in his mind.

"Well, no, I suppose there would be hell to pay if ever she were to find out."

"I wonder if that is why she wanted me to stay Uncle. I mean, do you have a spare?"

He looked suitably embarrassed, enough to tear his eyes away from the gap between my knees. "Of course I don't, that would be silly," he said.

"Would it?" I asked, "or would it only be silly if someone found out? I mean, with no one here to see, you could be enjoying untold nights of fun Uncle."

"Yes, well, I suppose I could, but you are here, so, if, and I do mean if, if I were to have a spare, then, well it wouldn't exactly be a secret would it."

"Well, if you were to have a spare, so you think it is something I would share with Auntie? Not that I am suggesting that it would be okay to bring someone into the house, I am just saying."

"I would hope not, but then you would have a hold over me, and no one ever wants to be in that position, so, in conclusion, no, even if I were in the position to, I would not bring someone in whilst you were here."

"Well, that is that sorted then," I said with a smile, my knees parting ever so slightly more, my fanny feeling just a little warmer.

When we went up to bed, I went up the stairs first, with Uncle following, no doubt getting a first class view up my skirt. In my bedroom I stripped off and then headed to the bathroom for a wash, loo, teeth et cetera. All done, I turned off the bathroom light and headed back to my room and lay on the bed with just the small light at the side of the bed for illumination. I lay on top of the covers and scrolled on my phone for a while, listening to Uncle as he wandered around his room.

After a while I put my phone down and turned the light off. I heard Uncle's light go off and then a few creaks. Through half cracked eyes I could see a darkness, a shadow at my door, was Uncle watching me? I parted my legs a little more, he could see precious little it was so dark in my room, but obviously he could see enough to get excited. I could hear the familiar sounds of his movement. The sounds got faster and then I heard a big sigh. Oh Uncle, really?

In the morning when I got up and went to the bathroom, I remembered the event of the night before as I sat on the loo. I cleaned my teeth and then examined my door, yes, there it was, a deposit or two. I wondered if he would clear it up?

The day was a bit of a drag, work was quiet, we had lunch, work was still quiet, we had tea, and then we sat on the sofa watching some TV, I don't remember what it was called, it was a little risqué, and during the sex scenes Uncle seemed to get fidgety. I could see his trousers bulging, something a girl doesn't show when she is aroused, she just gets a wet gusset. Eventually it was time to go up.

In my room I stripped and then went across to the bathroom, just as Uncle was going into his room, he will at least have seen my naked backside. I used the loo, cleaned my teeth and went back to my room and lay on my bed as I had done the evening before, listening to the sounds of the night, Uncle walking around his room, and then the switching off of his light, and the creak of floorboards on the landing.

I turned my light off and in the mirror on my dress stand I could see Uncle standing at my door, his dick in his hand.

"Don't stand there Uncle, come in, but if you do, there is no going back."

There was a pause and then he pushed my door open and walked in and stood by my bed, his dick hard and jutting forward. He was uncut, different, my last boyfriend was circumcised, something I would never understand, why mutilate your child's dick?

I sat up and swung my legs off the bed and sat before him and reached forward and took his dick in my hand. He flinched as I rolled his foreskin back down his shaft. His dick as a good length, well over my palm's width, and my fingertips only just touched as I wrapped them around it. I began a very slow wank, squeezing as hard as I could, moving his foreskin back and forth, the end of his dick hidden and then revealed.

"What now?" I asked as I kissed the end of his dick, my tongue pressing at the small hole.

"I would like to join you," he said almost gasping, his voice broken as I worked his dick.

"And if you did, what would occur?"

"I would suck your cunt." Did he think using such a word would turn me on? He would be wrong.

"Oh, would you now? I see. Should I tell Auntie?"

"I would prefer not."

He got onto the bed and knelt forward, his mouth at my groin, his breath in my crease. I sighed as the pleasures began to run through me. His tongue dabbed at my crease, pressing in, parting my inner labia which curled around his tongue, more pleasures running through me. I parted my legs more, my labia parting fully, revealing my valley to him, the heat rising from me wafting in his face. He licked my length.

My pressures began to rise, electrics fizzed in my groin, pleasures rolling through me, fingers circling my entrance, pressing, entering, passing my opening and delving deep inside me, more pleasure flowing. I gasped, my buttocks tightened, and my hips began to rise. I hardly knew where I was, my senses overwhelmed with unexpected pleasure, pleasures that I had been prepared to enjoy this week, given half a chance.

His tongue traversed my crease, my fanny lips folding around it, feeling it roughness and its smooth, my fanny lips kissing his tongue as if it were my very own mouth, waves of pleasures emanated from my fanny and traversed throughout my body. I gasped in delight.

His mouth surrounded my clitoris and sucked, his tongue now dabbing at my nubbin of pleasure as fingers circled my entrance, dipping ever so slightly in, my gasps getting louder. Two fingers passed my petals and passed through my entrance, one knuckle, and then two inside me, pressing deep inside his niece, my uncle finger fucked me, fingering me like schoolkids behind the science labs, my pressures threatening to let loose.