Three Weeks With Uncle Tom
Emma, me, 18
Uncle Tom, 41
So, here's the scenario. I'm 18 and just finished school and waiting to go to college. My dad wants to go on a three weeks honeymoon with his second wife. Yeah, THREE WEEKS! And he doesn't want me on my own at home during my summer break. So he's arranged with his elder brother Uncle Tom for me to stay with.
How great is THAT gonna be for me with an elderly man living on his own? I mean he's like in his 40s; AND during my summer break, away from my friends. GROAN.
I don't really know him, hardly ever spoken with him. SUPER GROAN.
I stared out the window of the car with a sigh. At least the weather was good. And it felt good to be wearing a loose summer dress instead of the restrictive regimental school uniform. I had the window down in the car and with the feeling of the warm wind on my face allowed myself to smile.
Also thankfully I'd finished my periods yesterday. How embarrassing would it have been to explain my period pains to basically a stranger -- a man?! So that's another thing to be thankful for and smile about.
As we arrived at Uncle Tom's house my despair only grew, it became apparent that his house was so remote from anything.
"Hi, young lady, you must be Emma! Welcome!" he said.
I extended my arm out of courtesy, but he hugged me instead, right tightly as it happens; I could feel my breasts press flat on his chest. That was strange, a bit familiar from someone I hardly had spoken with, I thought. And was that twang of my bra strap accidental as his hand travelled uncomfortably all over my back?
"Let's get you to your room so you can unpack and settle in," he said as we waved goodbye to my father driving away.
Going upstairs he carried both my suitcases. He was a big tall man, bulky but not fat and decent looking for an old man, I guess. But I did notice his eyes lingering on my breasts. They ARE my best features, I believe. They are C-cup but they do stand out against my smaller 5" 4" frame. I guess I'm not actually chubby, but not skinny neither, just filled out, giving me a nice soft look, not boney at all.
"This will be your room. It's big and clean. Hope you like it," he said leading the way into the bedroom. "I'll leave you to it, then. Let me know if you need anything."
"Thank you, Uncle Tom," I said, trying to sound grateful as he left the room. After all he WAS going out of his way disrupting his normal life to take in a relative stranger; and he'd probably never taken care of a teenager before. Well, he doesn't have any kids of his own, does he?
I sat down on the bed and sighed. No idea what I was going to do for THREE whole weeks out in the countryside.
After taking stock of my situation I decided to just get on with the unpacking and later speak with Uncle Tom to see what's to do here.
As I started to unpack Uncle Tom returned.
"Unpacking? Good. There should be enough space for all your things," he said cheerfully.
Then, to my surprise he opened the second suitcase and was hanging up my clothes in the cupboard and making small talk! I thought that was odd. I felt awkward. I wanted to tell him I can manage but I couldn't decide the words to use without sounding rude. I was thankful he took me in, it won't be easy for him I thought having a teenager in his house - a girl at that - when he was so used to living alone.
But then I nearly choked when I saw in his hands my underwear! He was handling my underwear and putting them in the chest of draws! And was it my imagination or was he pausing a second to feel and look at my panties and bras before putting them away? Words of protests formed in my mouth...but they wouldn't come out.
He was so casual about it whilst still continuing to talk about his life, completely oblivious to my discomfort - I think it was about his life, but I couldn't hear him, my mind was on what he was DOING, not saying.
Eventually he said, "There, all done! If you need anything, just shout."
"Urm, thank you," I said haltingly, sounding unsure.
"Everything alright?" he asked with a big cheerful smile.
"Yes, yes. Thank you. But...but you needn't have troubled yourself," I finally found my voice.
"Nonsense. The least I could do."
And then he was gone from the room, and I breathed a sigh of relief. No, I felt I could now actually breathe; and I took deep relieving breaths. Eventually I finished packing from the suitcase I was unpacking from and set about becoming familiar with the room.
But then, after a while he walked in again, this time closing the door and sat down next to me on the bed; I was taking off my socks. I had one foot up across my other thigh, so I quickly put that down, thinking he could see up my dress.
"I hope you'll like it here," he started.
"Th...Thank you for having me," I felt obliged to say.
"You know, we've never really talked much before but I've seen you grow. You were such a lovely, cute little girl, bouncing around carefree. And SO pretty, like a doll, a real walking talking doll."
My eyebrows rose. Strange way to talk, I thought. "Thank you, Uncle Tom." What else could I say to that? But he had at least noticed me before.
"In fact, you're still SO pretty, but in a grown up sort of way," he continued, putting a finger under my chin, lifting my face. "Skin so smooth, soft and clear."
He ran a gentle finger across my chin, making me shiver a little. Then he ran his fingers through my hair.
"You have an extraordinarily dark, silky smooth shiny hair. It contrasts so starkly against your light skin. Yup, a true doll."
I didn't know what to say. No one's ever talked to me like this. It was so overwhelming.
