Uncle Trouble

Chapter 1

"Are you sure you can handle this?"

"She's an adult, Sis. She doesn't need a babysitter."

"She's eighteen, that's hardly an adult and between losing her dad and her injuries, I just don't want her alone yet." I scoffed internally at the way Mom talked about me as if I were some broken, wheelchair bound, invalid that couldn't care for herself. I flipped my long blonde hair behind my shoulder and continued to listen from my vantage point, nestled into the shadows of the hallway.

"You're being overbearing." Uncle Cameron scolded.

"I offered you a place to live, this is the only thing I asked for in return. You can go back to the streets or find yet another friend who will let you couch surf." Mom's voice sounded venomous. I could picture her icy blue eyes piercing through her brother at this very moment. I took after her in so many ways from the long, wavy blonde hair to our crystal blue eyes, our slender builds with deep, over exaggerated curves which included breasts that looked like they'd been purchased and hips that I'd already been told were "birthing hips". I still wasn't sure that was supposed to be a compliment.

"Ouch, Christy. I didn't say I wasn't going to do it. I'm just saying you might want to lighten up a little bit."

"Cameron, I'm warning you. You better not put any silly ideas in her head."

"Yeah, I got it. You have nothing to worry about except for the fact that you're going to be late for work." Uncle Cameron chuckled.

I pushed myself off the wall I was leaning against and put a hand against it to steady myself as I limped toward the end of the hall and the entrance to the kitchen where Mom and Uncle Cameron had been having their conversation about me. I turned the corner and shot them both a smile. Mom was standing at the sink rinsing out her coffee mug. Uncle Cameron was seated sideways at the table.

"Hey, Sweetie." Mom smiled. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, Mom." I said with a sigh. It was the same question she asked me at least twenty times everyday since the accident.

"Hey, Kid. You ready for some Chloe and Cameron time?" Uncle Cameron beamed at me, way too excited as usual.

Cameron was a truly unique guy, like Mom always said. He was good-looking and strong with short but flowing hair that was just a shade or two darker than my own. He had striking blue eyes and a killer smile that could win awards. He was tall and muscular but not built, his age showed in some areas, especially where his stomach was starting to pop out into a rounding mound from too much fun and not enough exercise. His trouble was that he was also rather immature. At thirty-five years old he still hadn't grown up yet, he was just a big kid. He lost jobs as soon as he got them and didn't take anything seriously enough to support himself. He was a great guy with a huge heart, he just couldn't seem to get his act together enough to be serious about anything.

"Yeah, sounds like fun." I finally replied to him as his smile started to fade. My words brought his joyous smile right back to life and I couldn't help but smile back.

"I have to go." Mom said, giving me a quick peck on the forehead as she rushed to grab her purse then run out the door.

I slunk down in the seat next to my uncle and sighed at the relief I felt from taking the burden off my hips and knee. I wasn't broken but I wasn't totally healed either. Sometimes I feared I never would be. It had been just over a year since the accident that had done this to me. I didn't remember much from it but I knew what I'd been told after I'd gotten out of the hospital.

The short version of the story was that I'd survived and my dad hadn't. I was crushed and broken by the accident, internally and externally. Somehow I'd found the fiery will and fierce determination of my mom and overcome most of my injuries. That just left me now with a nice limp and the most painful, tight joints that only frequent stretching and exercise could help alleviate.

"So kid, want to play a game of cards?" Uncle Cameron asked, pulling me from my trip down memory lane.

"Sure."

"Great I'll get the cards." He chirped and nearly leapt out of his seat. I watched him walk across the kitchen and pull open the junk drawer where Mom kept the cards. He really was a very attractive man, it was a shame he couldn't keep a job. It really made me wonder how he was still single, as attractive as he is, I'm certain there are many women that would be willing to foot the bill to keep him around. Either way, he hadn't dated seriously at any point that I could remember. I guess dating is just another thing he can't take seriously.

I tried to stop my eyes from drifting to how round and firm his ass looked wrapped in his tight jeans. I felt totally ashamed of myself but damn he was actually really sexy. In truth I'd always had a crush on my uncle, even as a child and now my hormones were out of control and I had no real outlet for my pent up sexual frustrations. I shook my head, trying to shake those sudden, stray thoughts away as Uncle Cameron turned and walked back to the table with me.

"What are we going to play?" I asked, feeling a rush of heat from my errant thoughts.

"I'll let you choose." He flashed that wickedly bright smile that always caught me off guard.

I let him win the first round of rummy then schooled him in the second before my hips started to ache and I knew I needed to move. I squirmed in my chair, trying to find a comfortable position. "You okay?" Cameron asked, looking concerned.

"I'm fine. I just need to stretch."

"Sure, I think I need to stand up too. We've both been sitting too long." He rose from his seat and put a hand out to help me up. I took it, not because I needed it but because I appreciated the gesture. "What can I do to help?"

"I really need to stretch my hips a little before I walk. Could you just stand behind me and hold my hips to keep me steady?"

"Absolutely. That's what I'm here for." He beamed.

I turned around, facing the archway that led out of the kitchen, into the living room. Spreading my legs wide, I waited as Uncle Cameron stepped up behind me and gently placed his hands over the soft, pink stretchy material of my short shorts. His touch was light and gentle, like he was afraid he'd break me. I pushed my own hands over top of his and curled my fingers, pushing his into my flesh. "You need to really hold me. I don't feel like falling." I giggled and let his hands go so he could hold me himself.

"Got it, boss."

"Brace yourself, be prepared to support me." I explained. Mom had already explained all of this to him but this was his first time doing it himself.

Slowly I began to lower my top half, bending at the waist to stretch my legs and my hips. I felt my uncle move in closer behind me, getting into a better position to support my weight if needed. The lower I got, the better the stretch felt. I also couldn't help but notice that as I lowered myself down, inch by inch, my bottom was also pushing toward my uncle's crotch. I could feel his heat radiating from his jeans on my bare skin as my shorts pulled up with my stretch, revealing the round bottom curve of my ass cheeks. I pushed back a little farther as I went down and could feel the rough material of his jeans brushing me where his warmth had touched me. 'God' I thought to myself 'this is turning me on, I really should be ashamed of myself.'

I breathed out slowly as I dropped myself down until my head hung between my legs. Frequent stretching had made me quite nimble, despite the pain. I pushed my bottom back at the same time, making sure it was pressed firmly against my uncle. I wanted so badly to wiggle, move it around against him and see if I could make him hard for me but my heart pounded in my chest already and I knew there was no way I would be brave enough to try a stunt like that.

I felt a little disgusted at myself when the image of Uncle Cameron sliding my pink shorts to the side and slipping his stiff cock inside me, flashed through my mind. I could feel myself getting wet. "God, I'm so horny." I whined internally. "I really need to get fucked." But, of course, my accident had made that a real issue, I'd been cooped up for so long and hardly talked to any of my old friends anymore. My mind flashed to my little pink, battery operated friend. He would be getting some extra use tonight. You know it's bad when even your uncle starts getting you wet and horny.

Once again I had to shake the thoughts from my head. The literal shaking of my head caused my bottom to bounce lightly on my uncle's groin. Uncle Cameron's hands gripped my hips firmly, in just the right place to hold me up or to pull me back into his deep thrusts. My thoughts were starting to get me really wet now, I had to move before my body did something I'd regret. Slowly I pushed myself back up, letting my ass sway, nearly imperceptible, side to side as I rose. Straightening myself back up, I tugged at the top of my tight, pink tank top, twisting it back into place after it had shifted under the weight of my upside down breasts. Once the girls were back in place where they belonged, I gave a firm tug down on my top, deciding I wanted to show off some nice cleavage and hoping my uncle would notice.

"Did that feel good?" Uncle Cameron asked, still behind me with his hands firmly on my hips. His voice was deeper than normal, husky and thick. I raised an eyebrow, curious if it had anything to do with my ass pressing against him the way it had been.

"It felt amazing." I cooed, flipping my hair back over my shoulder and stepping timidly forward, out of his grasp.

"Christy said I need to massage the joints too?" He looked almost sheepish asking that question.

"Yeah, when it's stiff, I need you to rub it." I purred. His eyes widened quickly then relaxed when he realized I was still talking about my hips and joints. I wanted to laugh, knowing I'd done that on purpose just to see his reaction but I didn't want him to know that so I forced back my smile.

Chapter 2

"So I'm going to leave the dishes up to you two tonight since I cooked." Mom grinned at Uncle Cameron and I from across the round dinner table.

"Wait a minute. I did the dishes the last two nights in a row and I cooked!" Uncle Cameron cried in mock protest.

"Yup, I know it's not fair but I have to go to work. Someone's got to pay the bills around here."

"I don't mind helping, Uncle Cameron." I said, picking at the last of my peas and watching them roll around on my plate.

"You should be letting her help." Mom barked before he could say anything. "It's good for her to be doing daily, routine things right now."

"Whoa there bulldog. I let her help. I'm making sure she is well taken care of when you're gone. Geez."

"Yeah, I know." Mom sighed, relaxing a bit. "This night shift has me on edge. I hope they get me back to my usual shift soon." Mom worked as a nurse for the local hospital, she was high on the seniority list so she usually got what she wanted but staff shortages had forced her to pick up the slack where they needed it most. "I worry too much." She added sadly, reaching across the table to rest her hand on my arm.

"Well don't, she's in good hands and she's a lot stronger than you give her credit for. You need to focus on yourself for a little while." Uncle Cameron flashed that huge smile.

I could hear Mom's car pulling out the driveway as I picked up my plate and took it to the sink, helping Uncle Cameron clear the table. "Do you want to wash or want me to?" I asked as I passed my uncle.

"I'll wash, you dry and put away." He said with another of those toothy perfect grins that made my insides flutter. I grabbed the empty serving platter from the middle of the table then turned to follow him back into the kitchen but the quick turn jolted my hips, pain shot up my back and caused me to stumble. Uncle Cameron must have seen from the corner of his eye because like a bolt of lightning he surged back to my side catching me and saving the service platter before I dropped it to catch myself.

I leaned sideways into his chest, my right arm squished between us. My hip ached with the jolt I'd just given it. I tried to steady myself but failed, mostly because of the pain but partially from the way my uncle had caught me. He was holding me now, one arm wrapped around my back, clutching my waist. His other hand sat low on my chest just below my left breast, close enough his pointer finger pressed into the soft yet firm tissue, his thumb nestled comfortably between my breasts, making my breath catch with excitement.

"Thank you." I said, chest heaving as I caught my breath. I looked up just as his eyes shifted. I felt a surge of electricity run through me when I realized he had been staring at my breasts.

My excitement died quickly though when my brain scolded me for being so silly, of course he wasn't looking at my breasts, he was trying to make sure I didn't hit the floor in a heap of human helplessness. I pushed myself up and felt his fingers slide under my breast before he moved it slowly away, making sure I was able to stand on my own before he drew too far away.

"No problem. I'm glad I got here in time. That was close."

"Yeah it was. It scared me. You're my hero." I giggled, looking into his damn sexy eyes. He flashed me an "aw shucks" look then stepped back and walked toward the kitchen.

"You don't have to help. Why don't you go sit and rest while I finish up." He called behind him, not realizing I was already following.

"No, I'm good. I want to help."

Uncle Cameron filled the sink and began to wash the plates and cups. I watched his hands sliding around in the soapy water, waiting for him to hand them to me so I could rinse them off before setting them in the rack. Watching his hands, my brain conjured up the image of my soapy breasts in his hands instead of the plate, his fingers swirling around my hard nipple, leaving trails of tiny soap bubbles in their wake.

He handed me the plate, pulling me from my fantasy and I ran it under the stream of warm water. The water ricocheted off the plate, splashing up and spraying the front of Uncle Cameron's black t-shirt. I squealed in surprise, dropping the plate with a clatter into the sink.

"Hey!" Uncle Cameron cried, just as surprised as I was. When he saw the look on my face he started to laugh. I giggled with him and soon we were both rolling with deep laughter. My laughter got cut short though, I stopped dead when I felt the cold spray hit me.

"No fair!" I yelled, holding my hands out in front of me to shield myself from the stream. He was using the sprayer, aiming directly at me and still laughing his fool head off.

"This is what you get!" He laughed and squirted me again.

"Okay okay, you win!" I yelped. He put the sprayer back in its nest. I dropped my arms and looked down at the puddle on the floor around me and my soaked, now see through white t-shirt. This time when I looked up there was no denying that Uncle Cameron's eyes were glued to my breasts. My round, dark caramel nipples stood hard and excited, clearly visible through my shirt that was glued to my round firm breasts.

Quickly, he shifted his eyes. "I got you good." He smirked at me. "Now you're soaked."

"I'll get you back eventually." I giggled.

"I'm all done with the dishes." He said, switching the subject. "Uh, I'm going to go put on a dry shirt. You should too."

"Yeah, I guess I should." I said, gazing down at my breasts. When I looked up he was staring at my breasts again, this time seeming to be unable to pull his gaze away. "Will you help me with a standing stretch first?"

"Now?"

"Yes, please. I really need it." I arched my back, pretending I didn't notice how clearly see-through my pasted on shirt had become and pushed my chest out toward him, giving him an even better view.

Uncle Cameron's eyes shifted around the room as if searching for a way out. "Uh. I better mop this mess up first so neither of us slip and get hurt." He said quickly. "Go change while I do that."

"Fine." my shoulders slumped. To push it any more would make it far too obvious that I was desperate for his touch so I let it go and headed back to my bedroom.

It felt strange, this new layer to the relationship I have with my uncle. Being so much closer with him now, spending the past week with him now that he's living here. He always had visited often but he'd never stayed with us before. Now he was living here and I could feel us getting closer, becoming friends even but yet there was an odd tension that kept our interactions strained. Was that the sexual tension? My arousal and attraction making it feel that way? Did he feel it too?

He obviously enjoyed seeing my breasts, the way he was staring at them but did that mean he was sexually aroused by me too? I gave a mental shrug as I tugged off my wet shirt and gave it a fling into the laundry basket in my room. I dug through my dresser and found my thin, baggy pajama bottoms and another thin tank top. I shimmied out of my jean shorts and kicked them toward the laundry basket too. I missed and they smacked against my still open bedroom door with a thud.

I tossed my clean pajamas onto my bed then crossed the room to pick up my errant shorts. As I stood, shorts in hand I glanced down the hallway. Uncle Cameron was bent over, rifling through his bags he still hadn't unpacked, looking for a clean shirt it appeared. He had already stripped the wet one off his glistening body. Empty handed he stood and turned toward me, probably heading to the bathroom. He stopped dead, mouth agape. The hallway wasn't long, we were standing maybe ten feet apart. His beautiful muscular chest heaved with heavy breaths. Suddenly I realized why he was acting so strangely.

"Sorry!" I cried, my face burned with instant heat of embarrassment as my arms flew over my naked body, trying my best to hide it. "Oh, God. Sorry." I whimpered. Then in one quick movement I stepped back and slammed my bedroom door closed. Through the thin door I heard him let out a long loud sigh before I heard his footsteps coming closer to my door. I waited, envisioning him barging in my room, throwing me onto my bed and ravaging my body. His footstep stopped, shy of my door and I let out a deflated sigh when I heard the bathroom door close.

When I finally worked up the courage to come out of my room again, I found Uncle Cameron sitting, sprawled out on the far end of the couch flipping through the channels on the television. I walked slowly around the couch and sat down next to him. "I'm really sorry about that, I didn't mean to." I started sheepishly, feeling like a real slut at how excited I secretly felt.

"Don't worry about it, Kid. You and your mom have been living here alone for over a year. It will take sometime to get used to having a man in the house." He looked over at me and I could tell he was trying his best to act like a mature adult. "Just try to remember to shut your bedroom door then you won't have to worry about your uncle seeing you naked again." He shrugged like it was no big deal.

"Sure, you're right." I said, relieved but secretly I really did want my uncle to see me naked again. "I do still need to stretch, I haven't done it today yet and it keeps me from getting too sore." I over explained in my frustration. He knew all this already, he knows how hard I've been working to get back to normal.

"Yup. Let's do that." He said, pushing himself off the couch without looking at me.

He was still shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of light grey sweatpants that hugged his waist just right. His chest and arms were indeed muscular and defined but his stomach betrayed his love of good food, good beer and good relaxation. He wasn't fat by any means either though, just a little pot belly that would grow some love handles soon if he didn't start doing more to prevent it. I watched Uncle Cameron take his place in the middle of the living room floor before I slid in front of him. So I could bend into him, just as I had before.