Uncle Ken

"U-Uncle Ken!!" I exclaim, shocked to find him behind me after I have just orally satisfied local law enforcement. My hands instinctively go to the bare flesh of my breasts.

"Please, enough of the false modesty!" he growls to me in an unhappy, but even tone. I slowly lower my hands, exposing the tan cones to my relative's eyes.

"I came out here, thinking there was some sort of problem when I saw the flashing lights through the basement windows. The only problem I find is a niece with an insatiable need for cock!" my uncle tells me.

Suitably embarrassed, I lower my head, trying to hide the tears that are welling up in my eyes.

I feel his hand come below my chin and cradle it. He lifts my dimpled chin, stares into my eyes.

"Lucy..Lucy," he chides, softly shaking his head as he takes in my wet eyelids, my sniffling little button nose. "I know the last months have been traumatic for you, losing your parents, the wickedness your Aunt Sophie had you involved in, but this wantonness has got to come to a stop."

I see him gesture for me to come back inside the yard.

"What possessed you to even think of going out there.. like..like that?" he asked as he walked back with me towards the stone cottage.

"But you sent me out here like this!" I remind him.

"I was hoping you and Anastacia would have been appropriately humiliated, sent outside that way, and retreat to your rooms for the rest of the evening. I had no idea you would flag down the local constable and get down on your knees in a back alley and blow him," he quietly informs me as we head towards the locked door that started this all.

"That's not how it happened at all!" I cry to him. I didn't like sounding like the world's biggest slut. "First, the door was locked and we couldn't get in.." I start to tell my uncle as we step up the stone staircase. My Uncle Ken turns the door knob, and, of course, it opens easily. He just turns to face me, a stoic look on his face.

"Well, at least your cousin seems to have found her way to her room," he says dryly.

'Darn that Stacy!' I think to myself. 'She must have come down and unlocked the door for me while I was...busy.'

I try to throw myself on my uncle's sense of mercy. I step to him and try to hug him tight.

"Please, Uncle Ken! Give me a chance to show you I'm not the terrible person you think me to be!" I beg, trying to bury my head in his chest.

"I don't think hugging your uncle, naked on the back stoop, is the way to show me!" He says dismissively, gently pushing me off him. "Besides, you're all.. sticky."

He gentlemanly gestures for me to step over the threshhold first, then closes and locks the door behind us. The forty-something man turns to me again and puts his hands on my shoulders in a fatherly fashion and says, "Let's just put the night's events behind us and start fresh tomorrow morning, eh, Luce?" managing a polite smile.

I manage to smile back. "Yessir" I answer.

"Very well, then. Good night, Niece Lucy!" he says after he plants a chaste kiss on my cheek.

"Nite-nite, Uncle Ken!" I smile, offering the same tender kiss in return.

He heads for the renovated basement, I head up the stairs to the two bedrooms.