Uncle Brad

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Sophie was surprised to hear that Uncle Brad was back in the country since he lived abroad so much nowadays and their only contact was the occasional postcard (he struggled to move with the times and email was an alien concept to him). She was even more surprised to get the phone call out of the blue, since they had had so little contact in the last few years even when he was in the country, with him being so very respectful of her marriage and her family life. He had never really approved of her husband, she knew, but had quietly acquiesced although he kept his distance. Her heart leapt when she recognised his voice, the rapid thump of blood in her ears a reminder of the exhilaration of schooldays long past. The conversation flowed, with a telling smile forming easily, causing consternation on the faces she could see through the glass wall of her office: her staff familiar only with the rather serious, prim and proper Sophie. Accordingly, she decided to curtail their chat but was loath to lose him again so soon and blurted out an invitation to a hitherto unscheduled barbecue the coming weekend. Elated when he accepted the offer not only to the party but to stay the weekend, Sophie was on a high for the rest of the day.

The days flew by and soon the weekend was upon them. The British weather had obliged them for once so Sophie dressed herself in a short kaftan with her favourite Bordelle bikini beneath. Sensible enough to allay the wrath of her eldest daughter but cool enough for the hot day and, she couldn’t deny, alluring enough for the Uncle that had been her lover back in the day.

She had butterflies in her stomach all morning, wondering if he would turn up, but they vanished when she heard the familiar growl of the Aston as he swept up her driveway. From that point onwards, everything fell into place and they’d had a perfect summery barbecue afternoon.

Her elder daughter, Poppy, had been quite withdrawn initially but through the afternoon seemed to establish a rapport with Brad that was amicable but cool, almost calculating. She stripped off to her one piece to swim later in the afternoon and Sophie noticed that she pointedly ignored the polite compliments from Brad almost, but not quite, to the point of rudeness.

Her younger daughter, Alice, had been quite shy initially but Brad had drawn her out of her shell to such an extent that they spent long periods with heads buried together deep in conversation and culminated the afternoon with some horseplay in the pool while Poppy floated around serenely aloof of her younger sister’s behaviour.

Sophie, for her part, played host and the well behaved mummy. She’d been worried how she might react to him, that she’d have to keep herself, or him, in check but her fears were unfounded. It was like a perfect scene of ‘happy families’, the one throwback to the past being when he slipped his hand up her kaftan on one occasion for a sneaky squeeze of her bum as they stood by the grill.

“You haven’t changed one bit darling”, he murmured, “still that cute little bottom”. I wonder”, he winked, “do you still sunbathe naked by the pool?”

This caused a sudden blush from Sophie even as she playfully pushed the old goat away, coupled with a quite knowing glance from Poppy and a whispered somewhat snarky comment later on.

“I damn knew it, mum. The rumours are true. You used to fuck him, didn’t you?”, she hissed at her mother conspiratorially.

Sophie laughed this off, brushing it away dismissively without comment, despite the deepening blush.

The afternoon rushed past; they talked, ate and drank until late into the evening, all four eventually curled up in the rattan by the fire pit. The hushed conversation was easy and relaxed as they drank and they may well have stayed longer into the night if Sophie hadn’t broken things up to shoo the slightly tipsy Alice into bed. She’d hoped to spend more time alone with Brad but that seemed to break the spell as the late hour took its toll and they all retired to their rooms.

Soon Poppy followed Alice upstairs, leading Brad to the spare room. Sophie was the last to come upstairs having done some cursory tidying. Finally she checked the door locks and flicked the lights off as she went up the stairs.

She paused at the spare room door as she passed by, wondering if she should pop inside to say ‘goodnight’. She was tempted but no, she shouldn’t. Besides, she knew Poppy was waiting for her in her bed. They’d had a slightly humorous, but mature conversation, now that the **** has mellowed Poppy a little, about ‘uncle’, or ‘the old goat’ as Sophie had referred to Brad, and decided Poppy would sleep in her mother’s bed tonight. ‘Just in case he wanders’, they’d giggled conspiratorially again.

Sophie was sure this was an unnecessary precaution but anyway it was not unusual for Poppy or Alice, or both, to share her bed. They did this often; they liked the closeness and it was comforting that they had such a strong relationship with each other. Sophie slipped her kaftan off and shrugged out of her tiny bikini. Leaving a crumpled heap on the floor, she lifted the duvet and climbed in alongside the already sleeping Poppy, snuggling up to the naked form of her daughter. Skin on skin: always a delight to relive that mother daughter bond from those first seconds when she held the newborn to suckle at her breast.

Down the hallway, Alice lay dozing, on and off, but still a little excited by the day’s events. The party. The champagne that mummy had let her have (she didn’t often let her drink except on special occasions) had quite gone to her head and she loved that giddy sensation. It made her feel warm. ‘Speaking of warm’, she smiled as she recalled the attentions of long lost Uncle Brad. He was so handsome and so charming he made her heart beat so fast at times. Nothing untoward, he just knew how to make her feel special. ‘And I feel quite special at the moment’, she giggled, a little tipsy, as she touched herself lightly between her legs, helped by the recollection of his manly smell and his strong arms around her as he’d tossed her playfully in the pool earlier. Alice was still a virgin but knew all about the ways of sex from the open discussions her mum and Poppy had, especially the raunchy goings on between Poppy and her boyfriends. They’d gently teased Alice now and again but she knew how protective they were of her and reinforcing that ‘she would know when the time was right’. She was tempted to masturbate, to relieve that tingle, but there was another overriding need tonight. Just thinking about Poppy reminded her of the comfort they found in each other’s beds. That non sexual closeness. So she slipped out of bed, peeped into the hallway to make sure the coast was clear, and padded naked down the hallway to Poppy’s room. It was dark inside as she lifted the duvet and slipped into the cool bed. She was disappointed to find that Poppy wasn’t there and briefly wondered where she was but, having made the journey, decided to settle down anyway, with just a frown for company until she returned.

Uncle Brad had stumbled rather than walked into the spare room that Poppy showed him. He’d had a fantastic afternoon but had maybe had one (or two?) too many. It was easy, just going with the flow in the pleasant company of his niece, Sophie, and her two wonderful daughters. He hadn't bothered with the light, rather slumped onto the bed and started tugging his clothes off, even before the door was fully closed on a slightly nonplussed Poppy, wishing he’d stayed in just his swim shorts as he grappled with his jeans that snagged on his ankles.

‘Ah Sophie’, he sighed as he finally pulled his jeans off. It had been years since he’d last seen her although he kept an eye on things from afar. He’d made himself scarce since her wedding day but not because he was jealous. He hoped she understood that, given his encouragement to explore her nascent sexuality, with both boys and girls, over the years they’d been together as lovers. ‘Lovers’. Such an interesting word and probably the closest he could come to describing what they had become back then in their stumbling, shambolic descent into a taboo relationship that was as hidden as it was unapproved by everyone else. No, his disapproval came from an understanding of men, and a sense he had of this man that had swept her off her feet (possibly literally!) at university. He wasn’t good for her, certainly not good enough for her, and Brad didn’t care for the life of domesticity that loomed for Sophie when her husband to be announced that she was turning her back on her career. That he patted her tummy as he did so, making eye contact with Brad, made it obvious to Brad, if nobody else, that she was already pregnant (with Poppy, it turned out).

‘Ah Poppy’, he sighed as he lay back on the bed, as he tugged his underwear off. What a fine young woman she was. A spunky, challenging modern woman as intelligent as he mum. The spitting image of her mum, he noted. Swanning around the pool that afternoon in her sundress it was hard not to think they were sisters. A small body every inch as perfect as her mother’s. He certainly had no intentions there but he was only human and she was confident and flirtatious, catching him looking at her knickers (very skimpy, he noted) as he appraised her when she sat carelessly at one point. Good natured enough not to call him out and embarrass him, confident enough to stare him down politely without closing her legs. Totally cool and controlled when she stripped off to her bathing costume by the pool; it was confident and disarming and he admired that.

His cock twitched as he recalled that scene and he tried to collect himself, not wishing to go down that route, but couldn’t help thinking about her, the way she kept her legs apart, her choice of underwear, and, losing control of his train of thought, what she was like in bed. That lithe, petite body hugged tight by her costume that left nothing to the imagination, and it fed his imagination.

‘Come on!’, he remonstrated with himself as he pulled back the duvet to climb naked into bed.

Tipsy though he was, sleep still didn’t come easily and other images flashed though his mind as he dwelled on the sunny afternoon by the pool. Sophie, practically unchanged from the young girl he’d known (in every sense of the word), her body still visibly untouched by time beneath the short kaftan and the sexy bikini. If only she’d given in to his demands for her to join him in the pool. Yet, maybe that was for the best, given the company, he smiled.

Whereas her younger daughter Alice, had shown no such ****. At first shy and hesitant, she had blossomed as the afternoon wore on and was playful and engaging. Even prior to joining him in the pool she had been approachable, they got on very well, shared similar political views and the same sense of humour. They formed ‘quite a pair’ as Sophie had remarked with their heads bent in deep conversation at one point.

Again his cock leaped involuntarily. ‘Quite a pair’. Despite himself he couldn’t dismiss the memory of Alice and her small but perfectly formed breasts in her bikini as she shaped above him to dive into the pool. And later when they played rough and tumble and he threw her high in the air in the deep end and he thought (hopefully?) for one brief moment that they might spill free. She was Sophie’s daughter and young. ‘but not quite as young as her mother when we...‘, he mused and realised his penis was now rock hard.

Brad turned over onto his stomach and tried to banish these thoughts, tried to sink into sleep, but his mind continued to swirl. Images of Sophie (young and old), Poppy in her sundress and later her swimsuit, and Alice, her bikinI peeled away in his imagination, flickered back and forth interchangeably in his mind as he grappled with his conscience, his tumescence, and a desire to sleep. Twisted, cavorting nubile bodies that wouldn’t dissipate.

Frustrated, Brad threw back the covers. He needed to pee, grab a drink of water, collect himself and try again. Briefly, he stood there, his erection jutting out hard and proud.

‘In for a penny’, he grinned as he slipped boldly naked out of the room and found his way across the landing to the bathroom. He drank lots of water as he waited for his cock to soften enough to pee, then relieved himself rather noisily (all that ****?) before turning to leave the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Sophie lay cuddled up to Poppy, her arms around the sleeping naked form. It was late and she was tired, yet sleep didn’t come easily, the events of the afternoon flashing through her mind. Brad. The girls. Brad and the girls. Brad and Poppy seemed to get on well but there was a certain challenge from Poppy, maybe overprotective of her mum? Brad and Alice got on much better and she couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else going on, but she dismissed it almost as she thought of it. It was uncharitable of her to see him in that way. Which made her think. ‘How do I see him?’.

She felt her heart beat faster as she pondered that. It had been so long since she’d seen him last, she’d wondered if the spark was still there but she couldn’t deny it: she was no longer the innocent girl fresh from school that he’d deflowered so passionately but the candle still burned. She grinned in the dark as she felt warmth in her loins, ‘oh yes, the candle’s burning alright’. Brief flashes of their intimate past together did anything but make her want to sleep. She wanted to be with him, she needed to talk, to fill those missing years, but overall, she wanted to feel his arms around her again, feel that passion that made her whole body come alive under his touch. It was suddenly intolerable to be in the same house with him so near, yet so far, in another room and not be with him.

Her mind made up, she slipped out of bed and down the landing, unafraid of her nakedness. She peeped through his open bedroom door and sensed that he wasn’t there. Curious, she looked over her shoulder. Alice’s room? Surely he wouldn’t? She was young, although older then when they’d been together. A pang of something she couldn’t quite put her finger on shot through her. Alarm? Motherly concern? Jealousy?

Then she saw the crack of light under the bathroom door and heard shuffling inside. Heavier footsteps than either of the girls? Problem solved she slipped into his bed with a broad grin on her face and waited. Uncle Brad was going to have a surprise when he got back into bed!

As he closed the door behind him and stared across the dark landing to the spare room, he paused, momentarily disoriented as he tried to recall which room was his.