Was It Planned All Along Pt 01

"Jenny, Alex will be here in about 30 minutes, are you ready to go?" My mom was nagging me again. I told her I was packed and just waiting in my room scrolling through my phone. My mother had been unusually uptight lately.

She startled me coming into my room saying, "You know, I don't approve of your uncle. He's just so...so..."pervy," I guess, is the best way to put it. Be careful around him...you know he likes to pinch butts and look down tops!"

It's the same warning she gives me every time my uncle Alex comes around. She could probably hear my eyes rolling. My mom is such a prude! I'm turning 21 in three weeks and heading back to my 3rd year of college shortly after that. If I can handle drunk, flirty, handsy, and horny college guys, I can certainly handle my 54 year old uncle. Truth be told, I wish more men would try to handle me...in the two years I've been away at college I don't have as many notches on my bed post as I would like.

"Uncle" Alex married my mom's youngest sister (my favorite aunt), Katherine, a little over 10 years ago. He is almost 13 years older than she is and they are both a little wild and crazy. I know that he looks down my tops and up my dresses, and checks out my butt whenever he can. It really isn't any different than what happens to me and women everywhere every day. It's a fact of life. I first noticed him doing it when I was home from school freshman year for Thanksgiving. I was barely 18 then and it made me pretty self conscious. It's happened at every family gathering since--escalating to copping a feel or leaning into me as he squeezes behind me, etc. I know he's devoted to my aunt Katie and she to him. They appear to have a very solid marriage. I believe the flirting is harmless and opportunistic. Honestly, if I didn't like it I would just tell him to stop.

Maybe that's the problem, if I'm being honest, I do like it. A lot. Alex is quite handsome. He's fit and exudes a confidence that is very sexy. I like the attention. It gives me a small thrill, even if he is my uncle. It makes me feel desirable, sexy even. The sensory memory of his touch is still fresh in my mind days after seeing him. Just this past Christmas we locked eyes when I looked up to catch him looking down the top of my dress. He held my gaze for the briefest interval as a knowing smile curled up the corners of his mouth. He broke the eye contact with a quick wink and went to fetch a drink. I felt like he had peered into my soul. That conspiratorial wink and smile often flash in my memory when I resort to my fingers and a vibrator to satisfy myself on dateless Saturday evenings.

I am unlucky in the love department. Or perhaps I'm unwilling to play the "game." Or maybe I just intimidate guys my age. It's not that I don't attract guys. It always seems that one or two hit on me when I'm out with my friends. A liquored up college dude isn't often a safe bet for GOOD sex, and then there's that awkward morning after part that never goes smoothly. I know that I'm attractive, I just wouldn't say that I'm beautiful. I played travel volleyball in high school, but at 5'6" I don't really have the height to play in college. Like many others, I suffered the the "freshman fifteen," so my weight is up to about 155, but I think that gives my 34c boobs a nice full shape. I prioritize my studies and am a little introverted, but several stops before shy on any introvert/extrovert spectrum. I find it challenging to randomly chat up college guys. I've had a string of "encounters," none that moved into anything emotional or lasting. The sex with most of these guys was ok. One or two stick out as being way better than the rest.

That brings us to this week. The family was planning a late summer trip to Alex's family cabin for some lake fun, hiking, and general relaxing. It was to be me and my parents, Aunt Katie and Alex. My mom's other sister would be there too if she wasn't out of town with her husband and their children. My mom asked if I wanted to ride up to Alex's cabin with him a day early to help him get it ready and make sure it was clean after a summer of renters. I said no at first but then I flashed on that wink and the smile. I texted Alex and told him I'd love to help him ready the cabin. That was Tuesday, today is Friday and I'm almost buzzing in anticipation. Alex asked me to be ready by 8am as he wanted to get on the road before it got too hot and before the Friday getaway traffic started. I was passing time with TikTok and didn't notice that it was nearly 8:40 am when my mom let me know that Alex was here and ready to go.

I tossed my bag in the back seat and settled into the front ready for our 3 hour drive. I asked Alex what had made him late. He explained that he arrived at 8, but that he got caught up talking to my mom. They had a cup of coffee and he said he needed to give my mom directions to the cabin (for like the hundredth time--she has absolutely no sense of direction and doesn't trust my dad's abilities to navigate either) in case they get lost. She never seems to remember that there is cell service where we're going and a small town with a grocery store and gas station just about 20 minutes away. Alex said they had some other coordinating to do about food, etc. before we could hit the road.

Anyway, now we were mountain-bound and my anticipation began to grow again. I had chosen a blue flower print sundress and some cute sandals for the car ride. The loose sundress allowed me to get comfy. A strapless bra under the halter top provided some nice cleavage for Alex to ogle whenever he felt like it. If my mother knew what was going on in my head, she would think I was a slut.

Working our way out of the city and onto less crowded highways heading toward the mountains, we chatted and caught up. I filled Alex in on life at school, told him that I was beginning to focus on upper division courses for my major and beginning to contemplate graduate school. He told what he and Aunt Katie had been up to. Normal convo for people who haven't seen each other in a while.

Something felt off. I couldn't figure out what it was. Alex seemed stiff and awkward with me in the car. He was all business: eyes on the road ahead, not once stealing a glance at my cleavage or the hem of my skirt which I was gradually inching up my thighs. I asked Alex if everything was alright, and he said it was, that he was just trying to focus on the road. I wasn't buying it. I turned slightly in my seat and slipped my air pods in and started a podcast on my phone. My head was in overdrive trying to analyze his actions, my reactions, everything! Had I misread the flirting? Did I imagine that wink and smile? Where was the man who made my cheeks flush with a glance or brush of his hand? I felt very out of balance.

The rest of the drive was more of me listening to a podcast or music on my phone between trying to figure out where and why things had turned south with my formerly flirty uncle. I was so very confused. We stopped for lunch at a diner in the small town near the cabin and arrived at about 1:45pm.

Alex's family rents the cabin on AirBnB when they aren't using it. Being the end of the summer, the cabin had been rented out fairly continually over the past two months. Despite having a cleaning service after each renter, the house needed some work to get it ready for family. We put away all the rental linens and broke out the soft sheets. We checked the hot tub and made sure the chemicals were right. We found several phone chargers and charging cables that had been stranded by families trying to get out by the noon check out time. We did a deep clean of the bathrooms.

It was hot, hard work I had not particularly dressed for. My sundress was beginning to cling to my legs. I was covered in sweat and a bit of grime from the dusty mountain breeze. We finally finished and it was time for dinner. Alex said he would head into town to get some items for the grill and suggested I take a soak in the hot tub before my shower. I had packed my swimsuit and a few other essential items in my small bag, but most of what I needed for the week would be coming with my parents tomorrow. I submitted my shopping list--mainly ice cream and cold beverages--I assumed it would be burgers for dinner and went to change for the hot tub. Alex left for the store.

I pulled my one-piece swimsuit over my sweaty skin. The hot tub sounded inviting even though it was warm out. My suit has a bold tropical print and a large cutout that exposes my midriff. I slipped into the warm churning water and immediately began to relax. It had been a weird day. From my mother's edginess to my uncle's aloof attitude and to the hard work of the afternoon, I was out of sorts. My usual course of action when I have a hot tub all to myself would be to float over to a jet and let it do its magic on my lady area. Today, I was hoping a quick orgasm would reset things in my head.

Almost from the moment I got into the water I was looking for the jet with the best angle. I found a few jets that fit the bill and alternated between them. They were all stimulating and felt wonderful. I just could not get to where I wanted to go. My orgasm eluded me. The memory of Alex's wink and smile kept getting replaced with echoes of his flat demeanor during our drive here. What was happening?

I knew I had some time before Alex returned with the groceries, so I peeled off my suit and tried to get a jet right on my clit and vulva. Bullseye, but still no luck after minutes of direct pressure in several positions. Gah! I just wanted to cum! To say that I was frustrated was a huge understatement! I was getting all wrinkly and I couldn't stay in the tub forever, so I finally gave up.

If you don't know, pulling a wet one piece bathing suit on over wet skin is nearly impossible. My towel was several steps away on a patio chair. Panic! I was fairly sure that Alex hadn't returned, but not certain. What choice did I have but to make a break for it in all my naked glory, hoping Alex wasn't inside putting groceries away? The early evening sun and puffy white clouds in the sky were reflecting off the windows on this side of the house so I couldn't see inside. I hadn't heard his car, and I assumed that he would pop his head out to let me know he was back.

With a deep breath and a quick calculation that, at most, I would be exposed for just a few seconds, I decided to make a break for it. I found my swimsuit on the bottom of the hot tub, balled it up, squeezed it out, and tossed it onto the deck where my towel was draped over a chair. One last look around and I climbed out of the hot tub and walked over to my towel and wrapped up.

So far, so good. I was in the clear. I walked in off the deck to see Alex walking into the kitchen from the garage. We passed each other in the hallway and he asked how my soak had been. I quickly said it had been great and that I was totally relaxed and scurried off to my room. Still wrapped in my towel, I walked to the bedroom my parents were to use to take advantage of the big shower in its adjoining bathroom. I set my dirty clothes on the bed, thinking I would put them in the wash after my shower.

I finished my shower and was drying off in the bathroom. In the mirror, I noticed movement in the bedroom. I froze and just watched. Alex was gathering my clothes for the laundry from the bed. Without looking up he announced his presence and asked if there was anything else I wanted washed. As I was watching him in the mirror, I saw him lift my sweat- and whatever else-soaked panties to his nose and inhale deeply. My mouth was open and my eyes were wide and I managed to stammer out a "No thank you." I was still watching, not wanting to move until he was gone. Then he looked up, met my eyes in the mirror, and winked at me before turning around to walk away. My mouth went dry and I had to steady myself against the sink. Another WINK! What did this mean? As frustrated as I had been 30 minutes ago, I was now equally confused (and still frustrated and VERY horny).

I finished toweling off, dried my long, straight brown hair, and put it up into an easy ponytail. Unpacking that wink and the panty sniffing would have to wait for later. I slipped into some loose pajama shorts and a big comfy t-shirt, forgoing any undergarments, and walked out to see if I could help with dinner. Alex was on the deck cooking steak and corn on the grill. He was drinking a beer and offered me one. Dinner was great. Steak was a real treat, and it was cooked perfectly. We cleaned up the dinner dishes and sat on the patio eating ice cream sandwiches. I may be introverted, but I'm also very direct with people (which, I'm fairly certain, is a factor in my relationship drought). The wheels in my head turned all through dinner and I finally had to say something. I turned my chair to face Alex and asked "What's wrong? You haven't seemed yourself all day."

"What do you mean?" was his awkward response.

I recounted the things I'd noticed: the late start, the way he was acting on the drive up, etc. "Uncle Alex, you're always so talkative and jovial. Today you were all business and not very much fun," I told him. I wondered if I had done anything to upset him.

He sat for a moment collecting his thoughts. Finally, he said, "Jenny, your mother does not like me. She has never really liked me, and recently she seems to really, actively, DISlike me."

"I sensed that, but what does that have to do with me?" I asked.

"Well," he began, "she's the reason for our late start."

"I know, you told me you were giving her directions here and coordinating food shopping."

"Yes, that's what I told you. We were actually having a disagreement. She offered me a cup of coffee, sat me down and warned me to knock off my flirty behavior with you. She told me that she thinks that I'm sex crazed and that I had ulterior motives asking you to come up here with me a day early. She told me that she's watched me ogle you, her, and any attractive woman I see. She warned me to watch myself and that she had told you to be careful around me while we were alone here. She added a threat that she would bring all her concerns up with your aunt.

"I reminded her that Katie could not get out of an important client meeting to come along today and I genuinely needed help getting the house ready. I also asked her what she thought I was planning on doing to you. She of course had no answer, she knows I'd never hurt you. I was tired of arguing with her and just told her that I would behave. That seemed to satisfy her."

It was twilight by now. I was so mad at my mother! I banged my hand on the arm of the chair. "That prude b--!" stopping myself before completing the phrase. "I had the same conversation with her before you got to our house! I told her that I'm not blind, and that men everywhere ogle women every minute of the day. I've learned to live with it. I told her that I'm perfectly capable of saying something when I'm uncomfortable--you have to be good at that when you're around horny college guys all the time."

Alex defended her, "Try to give her a break. Yes, she's uptight. It's her strict Catholic upbringing. Add to that her protective mothering instincts, and you've figured out what makes her tick. I also think she sees your Aunt Katie as a lost soul--lost to me, the older, charismatic man who swept in and made her sister stop going to church, and generally corrupted her innocence. I didn't tell her this, and would never, but her little sister was already a wild child when I met her."

It was dark now and I was tired from the work and the emotional roller coaster of the day. I thanked Alex for telling what had happened earlier. I was so relieved that my uncle was not upset with me. I was still angry at my mom for causing all this, but that was beginning to fade. I decided to turn in, Alex said he wasn't far behind me and that he as going to bed after he finished a few more chores.

My head hit the pillow and despite being tired, my brain was replaying different parts of the day--the anticipation, my frustration, my inability to get off in the hot tub, and finally the image of Alex giving in to temptation, inhaling the scent from my dirty panties; and winking at me again when he was caught. I fixed the image of my uncle's nose buried in my of pair sweaty, basic, light pink cotton Calvin Kline panties in my brain. He does find me desirable and sexy! I moved the extra pillow on the bed between my thighs and began to rub it against myself, creating pressure on my pussy.

I was only a few minutes into humping my pillow when I heard Alex coming up the stairs for bed. I froze again. He walked past my dark room to his and I heard water begin running through the pipes. As I relaxed and resumed building my orgasm, I had an idea. It was bold. I got out of bed, padded across the hall and slipped into uncle Alex's king size bed to surprise him when he came out of the shower. I needed to take charge of this situation. I was vibrating again with anticipation. I could feel my pussy starting to dampen.

The only source of light in the bedroom was a lamp on the nightstand. I pulled back the covers and positioned myself in the middle of the bed. I heard the shower cut off and my heart started thumping. The bathroom light clicked off and Alex walked into the bedroom shirtless with his towel around his neck, wearing a pair of blue and gray camouflage boxer briefs. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed me in the light of the lamp. He asked if anything was wrong. As he stood there in the fog of surprise, I noticed the front of his boxers. He was sporting an impressive bulge. "Uncle Alex," I said as sexily as possible, "I saw you sniffing my panties earlier."

He took a moment, contemplating how to respond. "I know you saw me. We saw each other in the mirror, remember?" He paused before continuing, "I think you should know...I saw you in the hot tub earlier." He resumed walking toward the bed.

Full stop! My brain scrambled. Did he just tell me that he SAW me in the hot tub earlier!? I'm sure the color drained from my face. "You couldn...but...when I came in you were...," was all I could manage to say.

"Yep. For probably five full minutes. It was a delightful show. When I saw you toss your swimsuit, I went back to the garage and came in when I heard the patio door slide open. Watching my 20 year old niece masturbating a few yards away was incredibly exhilarating. I'm surprised you didn't notice my hard on when you passed by me.

Anyway, after I put the groceries away, I gave in to temptation went on a panty sniffing mission. When I didn't find them your room I went to the bedroom where you were showering. I had the panties in my hand when you turned off the shower. Just like you in the hot tub, I didn't think I would get caught. I watched you notice me in the mirror and couldn't help but finish what I started. By that point I had clearly put the conversation with your mother out of my mind."

The color was back in my face for sure now. I could feel the heat of a deep red blush rising in my cheeks. I just sat there, staring at my uncle. I started to speak a couple of times, but I didn't know what to say. Any thought I had of being in control of this situation was evaporating.

Alex broke the tension, "What are you doing here, Jenny? Why are you in my bed?"

When I could finally speak, "I want you," was all I could manage. I noticed the shape of the bulge in my uncle's boxer briefs had changed to reveal a particular rigidity. I seemed to have found my nerve again. I was going to make this happen! I got onto my knees, locked eyes with my uncle and winked at him as I lifted my baggy t-shirt over my head revealing my hardening nipples and soft tits. I crawled to the side of the bed and reached out to peel my uncle's tight fitting underwear away from his now fully hard cock.