Uncle Ian's Visit

Alex's hands fidgeted with anxiety as she struggled to get changed into her tracksuit. Her college team swim meeting had long finished, now she stood in a dressing room alone.

It was all due to a sudden phone call from her dad right after the swim meet. Her uncle would be coming to visit.

Even though he lived a good eighty miles from her university, he was still insistent on seeing his favorite niece. If that didn't seem a little suspicious, what did?

Not that Alex had anything against her uncle. Okay, maybe she did but it was warranted. There was always something off with Ian, you could practically feel it.

But you didn't have to feel anything to see the guy obviously didn't pick up on social cues.

For instance, the overtly sexual jokes he had no saying around the kids on Thanksgiving. He was almost kicked out when the kids started repeating them.

Her dad wanted nothing to do with him, nor did anyone else in the family. But of course, her dad wasn't against tossing him into her hands.

Alex groaned. This would be an awkward, long week.

No doubt she would have to cancel any plans her friends had to hang out. He'd want to come too. He had the self-awareness of an infant.

She took off her one-piece swimsuit, revealing her medium-sized breasts and hairless sex. Her blonde hair fell and reached to the small of her back.

There was a creak as the door. She had little time to react with her back turned completely to the door. She froze, praying that it wasn't Uncle Ian. Her teammates were gone, the bus left a good five minutes.

Maybe it was a custodian. At least that way, the whole would've been a complete accident and chances were she wouldn't see them again.

She turned to find out. Fuck.

Her uncle stood at the doorframe with the fakest look of surprise on the middle-aged mother fucker's face.

Alex was quick to cover herself with her red track jacket. Her face reddened with embarrassment and anger. How did he get here so fast?

"Sorry! I just wanted to see if you were here." Ian said, still not closing the door.

She shut her eyes and massaged the bridge of her nose trying to keep herself from lashing out at her uncle. It was far from the best reunion, with Ian, it could've been much worse.

"Well, you know now."

"Sorry," He said again before shutting the door.

Alex stared out the open window of her uncle's car, the wind cooling down her heated face. The ride had been silent as it should be. Her uncle, who she hasn't seen in years has seen her nude. Him of all people.

She focused her mind on other things.

It was already dark by the time was swim meet had finished and from the interstate, they had a nice view of the city and its many skyscrapers. It was one of the perks of living in the big city, this kind of view wasn't possible back home.

"Listen about earlier-" Ian began, trying desperately to break the well-deserved silence.

"Yeah, yeah, it's fine. Whatever." She brushed it off even though she knew damn well he was feeling lucky about the good look he got at his niece.

He chuckled. "You know, you've grown, a lot."

And there he goes. He went on about how she was once a little girl chasing butterflies in a field and now a student in her second year of college. Nothing she hasn't heard before. So like always she zoned out, to enjoy the view. She almost forgot she was trapped in a car with her uncle.

"So why don't spend the whole weekend together?" Alex was brought back to earth in a flash.

"Wait, what!?" She stared at him with widened blue eyes.

"Yeah, I've already found a good hotel and there's so much we could do."

She paled. There was no way out of this, was there? She couldn't just turn him down. As much as she hated his guts she wouldn't say to his face. Let alone outright reject his offer after it's been years since they've seen each other.

She didn't have the heart to be that cruel.

Her small frame slumped in the car seat and her arms folded. "Why not?" She muttered.

He grinned. "How old are you now? Eighteen, nineteen?"

"Eighteen."

"Well, today you're twenty-one."

Her brows rose but she got the idea when they drove up to a bar. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach from both anxiety and excitement.

Since she was an impressionable thirteen-year-old, she's always wanted to go to a bar. Despite being in college, she's only had alcohol once. At a friend's house for her sixteenth birthday. Not exactly the best, but her parents never found out and it was sorta fun. It was the taboo of it all that made it exciting.

Alcohol was a little too easy to come by at frat parties but she bothered to go. The guys were cocky and loud and the girls were shallow airheads. She'd rather not be around that.

She walked in behind Ian feeling like an idiot for wearing a tracksuit to a bar. No one seemed to really care though.

The place was quiet and almost empty, the complete opposite of a frat party.

Ian sat next to her at the front counter. She swayed a little in her seat as she watched a college football game. No one noticed anyway. She stopped when she felt Ian's gaze on her ass.

He struck up a conversation with the bartender to fill the silence, without coming off as creepy. In fact, it was as if he were a different person. This Ian was more charismatic and charming than the one she worked to keep her distance from while growing up.

He ordered two cups of liquor for the both of them.

"Thanks," She said picking up the glass filled with an amber liquid. The two ice cubes stayed mostly submerged like an iceberg.

Ian downed it in one gulp like it was nothing. She swallowed. For some reason, she felt an urge to impress him. As if she was back in grade school trying to impress the popular kids.

She gripped the cup and forced the alcohol down. The liquid burned her throat and before she knew it, Ian was egging her on to try another.

After an hour, She left the bar with Ian feeling a little buzzed but not drunk. She preferred it that way. She heard more than enough stories from girls who've been to frat parties.

Ian got them both takeout from a burger joint. It was enough to make her forget about the incident from earlier, she was a sucker for fast food. Afterward, she led the way back to her apartment off-campus. It wasn't anything especially nice, it didn't need to be.

They both walked in. Ian dropped the bag on the table. "Anyway, Its been fun, see ya tomorrow."

She nodded taking a longing look at her uncle as he opened the door. Besides the whole dressing room incident, the night wasn't all that bad. It was a little fun seeing him again.

It was better than spending another night at home again. She loved her alone time, but she's had a little too much of it.

But he had changed. She knew that much.

"This wasn't so bad, really, I had fun. If you want, you could stay the night, maybe we could watch a movie or something?"

Ian smiled. It was a sort of smile that made her feel like she was doing the right thing. "What a great idea."

They opted to watch TV. But it only took half an hour before Alex let out a yawn, the all-nighters she's spent studying were coming back to bite her.

She got up and stretched. "Well, I'm tuckered out. If you need anything, just wake me, I'll try not to bite." Ian chuckled.

"Got it."

Alex didn't bother to turn on the lights and plopped in bed in her tracksuit.

Her back faced the wall and she stared out the window hoping she'd drift to sleep soon... Didn't work. Time for plan B.

She slid to the edge of her bed to grab Plan B, all eight inches of him. It would be a quickie. Only five minutes if she fantasized about one of the boys she's too shy to approach.

No approach was needed with Plan B. She slid down the hem of her track pants, then her panties. She slid him in, taking her time for now. Her head tilted back in pleasure.

She'll be the first to admit it. Over the years, she had grown addicted to her little ritual. Since freshman year of high school, Plan B's always been there waiting for her at the end of each day.

Her pace quickened. Her finger began rubbing her clit. She bit her lip to keep herself from moaning out. She was getting close in record time.

Just a little more.

The door creaked and light entered the room. She had no time to react. Dammit, Ian.

"Hey, I was wondering if-" He stopped.

Plan B glistened with her juices. Her face heated up again. No one ever found out about Plan B. Until now.

They were both speechless.

"You know I... I never thought you'd..." Ian trailed off struggling to find words.

She sighed. There's no other way out of this.

"Yeah," She pulled up her pants and moved her legs to the side of the bed. "I'm not popular with guys." She scratched the back of her neck with a weak grin.

"Really?" He sounded surprised.

Alex looked up to meet her uncle's eyes.

His were a little hard to see in the dark but she could still make out the identical blue color. "Yeah, I've only had a boyfriend once."

What was his name? Blake. That name never sounded right when she said it. She had her first time with him after being pressured into it.

It was her first year of college, all couples were losing their virginity to each other. Except for them. Blake began to get moody as time went on, they were the only virgins in their circle. Well, she was, Blake kept it a secret.

Gee, I wonder why. She thought.

Alex was too caught up in his eyes that she didn't notice him getting closer. She wanted to lean forward but fear held her back. What if this was history repeating itself?

An invisible force was pushing her head forward whispering "do it" in her ear. Everything here was her choice. No peer pressure this time.

She leaned forward and they kissed. The taste of alcohol settled on her tongue. It was nice and honest. She wasn't trying to fit in this time.

Wait... this was her uncle.

She broke away from the kiss. Her face hot from shame. What if someone on campus found out about this?

"What happened?" Ian asked.

"Ian, you're great and all but you're still my uncle. This is wrong." She buried her face in her hands.

His arms wrapped around her. "Listen, Alex, no one has to know about this." She looked at Ian. "For tonight, let's forget about everything else and have fun."

"Fine, whatever." She muttered.

Ian slid his hand underneath her jacket to grope her medium-sized breasts. She bit her lip as his thumb played with her nipple. Her pulse quickened. She had forgotten how it felt to have someone else touch her, his hands were unpredictable and fought to get her to moan.

They hardly got any attention from Blake during her first time so she had little pride in their size. They weren't huge like her colleagues, that's all that mattered to him.

Ian unzipped her track jacket and lifted her shirt over her head leaving her completely topless. The cold air planted goosebumps on her arms.

Ian eased her down on the soft mattress as Ian slid his hands down her pants to her wet pussy. The intruding fingers made her back arch. She let out a moan. Her hand fell over her mouth afterward.

"Wait," She whispered.

She sat up. He kept his fingers inside of her. The slightest movement gave her a tingling feeling of pleasure.

"What's wrong?"

"What about my neighbors? What if they hear?"

He smirked and planted a kiss on her neck. "You think too much, just relax and enjoy."

Just relax and enjoy. She tried to follow his advice.

Ian undressed before turning her over on her stomach.

"Raise your ass." He said.

Alex obeyed, lifting her butt still clad in the thin fabric of her track pants and underwear. She felt them being pulled down to her knees at one time revealing her glistening, dripping pussy for him to see.

She stared at the wooden headboard of her bed and waited.

Something round and fat prodded at her pussy before easing its way in deeper and deeper until it reached its way to her cervix. Her pussy stretched to adjust to his size.

Alex bit her lip, this time from instinct rather than caution. She buried her face in her pillow and arched her back. Her round ass pressed against his pelvis.

Ian pulled out slow before forced himself back in, this time with much more aggression. She moaned out, loud.

Ian grunted and muttered something about her being tight. It was too much for her to really focus.

Ian groped her ass before kept a quick pace of deep thrusts all succeeding to hit her cervix. His balls slapped against her clit like a pendulum. Her juices only helped to maintain the pace.

His hands gripped her hips and he began thrusting himself even faster. The room was filled with her moans and the slapping sound of her ass against each thrust. The sound echoed throughout the room loud and clear.

He got up and mounted her. His dick rammed inside of her at a different angle. His grip tightened around her waist. She could feel herself getting closer and closer.

With a thrust, waves of pleasure spread throughout her body. Her legs trembled a little and her breaths were ragged and heavy.

Seconds later, she felt Ian's balls slap against her a final time before he buried himself balls deep inside of her. His dick pulsated as he pumped loads of cum inside of her.

The smell of sweat filled the room and their breaths filled the silence. Her neighbors probably heard everything. Who cares? They'll think it was a boy on campus anyway.

"Hey, are you on the pill by any chance?" Ian asked.

The pill? Her eyes widened. She hasn't been on the pill in months.

"Dammit! I forgot!"

"Shit! You have any left!?"

"I'm all out! I know a pharmacy nearby, let's hurry!"

"Okay, hang on, shit! Where're my pants!?"