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Uncle Understands...
Jodi waved goodbye to her dad as he drove away, leaving her on the doorstep of her uncle's house. Uncle Steve lived here in the country ever since his wife divorced him two years ago. Jodi's cousin Rachel went back and forth between her mom and her dad's place, but recently decided to live full time with her father to complete her senior year. Jodi and Rachel loved hanging out in the small town because it was easy to sneak away and get beer and hook up with the boys nearby. Rachel practically begged her to come up for the last few weekends and Jodi got it out of her that she had a new boyfriend, but which one she would not say.
That was okay. Rachel would find out soon enough. It was dinner time and the three of them were sitting down to a late meal. Jodi's dad couldn't get out of work fast enough so it was 8pm before they even got to the house. Her uncle and cousin were nice enough to wait for her though and it was chit-chat time between hungry bites.
Jodi looked different, but Rachel couldn't put her finger on what. Her cousin was trim and wore clothes to show off her curves that night; something that Uncle Steve normally didn't approve of. Rachel had seen Jodi like that dozens of times... when they snuck out. Jodi's hair was up in pigtails and her dark brown eyes gleamed with a happiness that could only mean that her new boyfriend was taking care of her properly. Rachel wondered which handsome stud it was and couldn't wait to get the skinny on the details.
As dinner went on, Rachel found herself more and more fatigued. Maybe it was the long drive there, maybe it was from waiting too long to eat. The eighteen year old teenager hoped she wasn't coming down with a cold. Uncle Steve suggested she head off to bed and get some rest. "After all," he told her, "We have all weekend with you being off Monday."
Reluctantly Rachel agreed and got undressed. She barely had the energy to get her pajamas on before her head hit the bed, and her equilibrium was spinning within her skull. It almost felt like she had taken Nyquil or had too much to drink. Her pretty blonde hair was draped across her pillow as she passed out, oblivious to the fact that her uncle had drugged her soda.
Rachel woke up around 2am, still feeling dizzy from the effects of the drug but unknowing that she was under the influence. The house was a bit chilly so she grabbed a robe off the back of the door and stepped into the hallway, making her way to the kitchen. Her mouth was dry and she desperately needed some water. Once she satisfied her parched mouth, Rachel headed back to the guest room when a box caught her eye. It was on the kitchen table and was unpacked. A clear plastic clamshell was open and empty adjacent to the box and a small user manual was sticking out of the package. The booklet didn't say what it was for, only labeled "USER MANUAL X-317". Rachel turned the kitchen light on and spun the box in her hand. On the flip side was a label which read the shipper was 'Switch-On'.
Lots of people were talking about the new Switch-On craze which supposedly made students into studying machines. There was a report on the news howver that a man was applying Switch-Ons to unsuspecting customers and then programming them to rob banks for him. They caught him eventually, but it made a lot of people nervous that the electronic devices were dangerous. Rachel wondered if her uncle or her cousin was using one, and what for. They certainly didn't hide the box so it couldn't be a secret, but it would have to be a secret for a few more hours.
As Rachel headed back to the guest room, she noticed Jodi's room was open and the bed was empty. At first she was pissed that her cousin had bailed on her without at least trying to wake her up, but then Rachel figured Jodi still had to be home. She would never sneak out with her door open - Jodi's dad could wake up, find her missing, and then she would be in a world of hurt.
"Jodi?" Rachel whispered down the hall. There was no answer. There was a sound coming from down the hall near her uncle's room and the teenager curiously tiptoed forward to figure out what it was.
Springs. Bouncing. Breathing. Moaning. Whispering. Silence.
Uncle Steve had somebody in his room with him? That was a first. Rachel froze on the hallway side of his closed door and listened intently.
"I thought I heard something," a female whisper came. "Maybe Rachel is up?"
"No way," a male whisper answered, "I gave her enough to keep her asleep till morning."
Enough? Enough what? Rachel leaned against the door gently and continued to eavesdrop. She was careful not to make contact with the door which was a mere two inches open - not nearly enough to see into the room.
The female whispered, "Good, because I am feeling so horny, daddy. I need to cum again."
"Good, because I haven't cum yet. You stopped right before I could get there."
"I'm sorry, daddy. I'll do better this time daddy. You know how much I love to please you."
Rachel was reeling at the term 'daddy'. Clearly the voice couldn't belong to her cousin; Jodi would never do anything disgusting like that. It must be some woman playing around in there with Rachel's uncle. Some sort of odd role playing fetish she had heard of some people doing. But the female voice sounded so young, so familiar... The bouncing of the springs resumed and soon the moaning did too.
"You like that, bad girl?" Uncle Steve prodded his partner.
