Yomiko
04-01-2014, 01:49 PM
Fourteen; the days of a fortnight, the number of lines in sonnet, the number behind Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, and to hundreds of fathers and uncles across the world it was the age they dreaded their girls reaching. Once that age was reached everything took on a new meaning. Any idea of their girl’s innocence or lack thereof was immediately. Sex became a constant worry but also something that was best not thought about involving them, good or bad.
For many other individuals this issue was a non-issue. They didn’t have kids, or girls, or the interest in either. Their life was one to be enjoyed and the prospect of dealing with teenagers wasn’t a particularly happy one. James just happened to have a kind heart, a mostly empty house, and time to kill.
James Craig; software designer, computer technician, and part-time guild master, a simple man with simple needs and pleasures. Average was always the best word used to describe him. Standing at around six feet tall with light brown hair and was deceptively thin for 220, he didn’t make a habit of working out but tried to stay in good shape. He had a thin beard, though with his light hair it was much harder to see than normal. This didn’t go unnoticed by the few women in his life but they did enjoy the feel when given the opportunity.
One such friend, while also being a source of constant aggravation, was Carla. Met through a friend of a friend, she was a kind enough soul for a pain in the ass. This had never stopped them from sleeping together though. They had a mutual understanding for the most part; while it was true he cared for her he didn’t love her. She said she didn’t love him either but he wasn’t fooled, the way she acted and looked at him told the real story. James didn’t care though, they had made their agreement and he was going to stick to it even if she didn’t want to.
As he sat at the table and went over his completed assignment for work a feeling of deep foreboding passed through him. It only took a few seconds for the feeling to be realized. His cell phone started to ring in a warning tone and one quick glance at the display told him Carla was trying to get in touch with him. For a brief moment he considered tossing it into the sink filled with dishwater but relented and answered the call.
“Morning, what can I do for you?” Was uttered in a less than thrilled tone.
“The way you say that makes me feel like you’re not happy to hear from me… and why is it automatically what can you do for me? Isn’t it possible that I could be calling just to say hi?”
“While it is possible, our friendship is more or less based on sex and me doing you favors. It’s…” He pulled the phone away from his head to look at the time. “Nine a.m.; you’re not a morning person and prefer sex then sleep. So, what’s the favor?”
“You’re a bastard you know that.”
“Well aware and you were forewarned, the favor?”
Carla inhaled, swallowed her frustration, and then let out a large sigh. “I need to go out of town for a funeral and Jenna doesn’t want to go… is there any way you could take her for the weekend?”
Jenna was James’s goddaughter and last they saw each other was still a very sweet kid. They had first met several years ago when she was still a little girl. They had never spent any real time together but for a guy who didn’t care for kids she had grown on him.
“Ok.”
“Ok?”
“Yeah, ok. She’s always welcome to stay here. How is the little pit viper doing?” He asked with a laugh. He’d given her the nickname based off her fiery temperament.
“Good… I really appreciate this. My flight leaves this evening so I’ll drop her off before heading to the air port.”
“Where are you going to leave your car?”
“The airport parking garage, where else?”
“Here, it’s better and safer than leaving it there and being charged to have your car broken into. You bring Jenna here and she can get settled while I take you to the airport.”
“I really appreciate it, everything really. You know how she loves her uncle Jay.”
“Sure do, when can I expect you?”
“Around 5:30. Flight leaves at 7, half an hour to the airport and at least 45 minutes for the check in. I should have plenty of time to get both of us packed for the weekend… thanks again.”
“Any time.” James had to go shopping for groceries now that he thought about it. If there was one thing he remembered about the girl it was that she could eat like a velociraptor.
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By the time James returned home it was five. His shopping trip had been postponed when the office called him to turn in his assignment early. With the TV in the kitchen running he set to the task of putting the food away and looking through the files in his systems. There was a sharp knock at the door just as he finished watching the second half of an episode of Mythbusters.
“Must be them, and early for once.”
He moved to grab his keys but realized he wouldn’t need them just yet. Upon opening the door he was greeted to quite the interesting sight. Though he only remembered her as the four year old girl who needed help with her PS Vita she had definitely grown since then. She had gotten pretty tall, standing at around 5’4 and weighing the better part of 110 pounds, light brown hair and tan skin. Depending on who was asking puberty was either being very kind or horribly cruel. She’d developed a generous 34 B and a well rounded, firm ass that fit well into her skintight jeans.
James lost track of his thoughts for only a second but invited them in. He smiled and gave her a hug as she walked in and ruffled her hair, her mother followed shortly after holding a large red suitcase while Jenna carried a book bag. Judging by how Carla drug the case it was heavy and packed to the brim with clothes.
“I’m not going to complain and it really isn’t an issue; but how much did you pack for her?”
Carla let out a huff and slid the suitcase to the front of the stairs. “She’s a teenage girl, never know what she’s going to need or when. I should be back by Monday evening… you’ll still be fine picking me up?”
“Yeah, I can get you. Jenna, your room is upstairs, go around the banister and take the one at the end of the hall. Is there anything I need to know or be made aware of?”
The teen turned quickly and glared at her mother before looking to her uncle. “No Uncle Jay, everything is fine.”
“Nice try. You should still be grounded but I’d rather not have a pouty child on an already stressful trip.” Carla pulled a cell phone from her pocket and handed it to James. “She’s not to use this unless it’s for emergencies. And if some little trollop named Beth calls… what are you doing?”
James was busy tapping at the phone and handed it over to Jenna after he was finished. “Here ya go. Now about this ‘trollop’ friend, I’ll be sure to…”
Jenna’s joy at getting her phone back was quickly replaced with a look of confusion. “What did you do you my phone?”
“I just put a pass code on it and blocked Beth’s number from sending and receiving messages and phone calls to Jenna’s phone.” James explained while taking a sick pleasure in the look on the teens face. Instantly she started punching numbers into the phone. “You’ll be at that all weekend.”
“The anime I watched said it takes up to eight hours to open phone pass codes.”
“Yeah, if you were dealing with an amateur. That time is based off a four digit code going from 0000 to 9999, that’s ten-thousand combinations. My code adds one more number to the mix making it a total of a hundred thousand combinations. As I said, you’ll be at it all weekend.”
“…Damn.” She whispered under her breath.
Carla laughed and gave her daughter a hug. “Ok, we need to get going. The radio said traffic was going to be backed up. Some kind of accident.”
“Sounds like we should get a move on then. Jenna, you may as well come along. We can stop for pizza on the way back.”
The teen took one last sad look at her phone then shoved it in her pocket and started towards the car and in a few minutes they were on the way. Carla was able to make it to the airport with time to spare. There was a Pizza Hut on the way back from the airport and it seemed like just as good a place to go as any. It was a Friday night so the place was bound to be packed but they made it in before the rush.
Jenna stood next to James looking up at the overhead menu. She’d taken her jacket off in the car and now stood there in a grey opened button down shirt with a dark blue t-shirt underneath it. James caught the sightlines of a couple of teenage boys and traced them back to Jenna’s hips and butt. While he did appreciate beauty when he saw it he caught their eyes and gave the two boys a hard stare. Of course, them being teenage boys they averted their eyes.
Looking down again he noticed her phone sticking halfway out of her jeans pocket. For some reason she’d looped her arm around his and was holding on like she didn’t want to get lost. Gently he grabbed the phone with his thumb and pointer finger then playfully bumped her with his hip. She stood straight again then bumped him back before she noticed he was holding her phone.
“When… how did you do that?”
James was busy going through the menus again but smirked at her. “It’s a skill I picked up in my younger days. Never was all that good at picking pockets though.” He finished unlocking the phone and removed the pass code then handed it back to her. “Here you go, don’t make me regret unlocking it.”
She took back the aforementioned item then threw her arms around him in a big hug. “Thanks Uncle Jay.”
“Right, so what’s the deal with this Beth girl, and why are you in trouble.”
Jenna cringed and blushed. “I didn’t do anything wrong.” It was actually true; she was more or less in trouble through guilt by association. “Beth got caught having sex with her boyfriend and I knew about it.”
“Uh huh… and that’s all?”
“Well, my now ex-boyfriend and I were kind of kissing when everything happened. I kind of got in trouble by default.”
“It happens I guess. No matter.” James said before ruffling her hair.
Jenna was shocked that he didn’t want more details. Her mother had grilled her for hours over the incident. Thinking better than to push the issue she turned back to the menus to face the task at hand. “So what should we get?”
“You can order whatever you like, just add some Cinna Stix.” He said with a smile.
Orders placed they took a seat next to the door. The evening rush was just getting started and with it brought a large group. It was mostly teens with a few parents peppered in for security. One girl stood out in particular though. She was pretty but in that way that just seemed to yell slutty to the trained eye. Her only flaw, the bandages covering her nose. As they walked in Jenna and the girl locked eyes and their gaze was anything but friendly.
Jenna scooted closer to James, pressing her chest against his arm and grumbled. “Bitchy Sow.”
“Again with the language, can you at least cut back a little?” James asked, Jenna nodded then looked down at the floor. “What’s the problem between you two?”
“I broke her nose.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“She accused me of trying to take her boyfriend, as if; he’s too stupid for me. Anyway she shoved me into a locker, so I broke her nose. Now she looks like the pig she is.”
Carla had enrolled Jenna in martial-arts at an early age and last James remembered she was pretty good at it, having already earned her black belt and competing in tournaments. He glanced at the girl then back to Jenna and shrugged. “Well, at least you handled yourself.”
A smile crept across Jenna’s face and she leaned into him again. “Why can’t more adults be as understanding as you are?”
“Well I don’t have kids and haven’t become jaded yet so I make the mistake of treating you like a regular person and not a child.”
Their number was finally called and they stepped up to get their food. As they left he saw the girl with the bandage talking to the man she came in with. Judging by their proximity and body language he was the girl’s father, he couldn’t make out what they were saying but she pointed towards them. He was a taller, heavy set older man, his red face giving away the fact that he may have had a bit to drink before going out. James had heard the door open up a few seconds after they had left and glanced back to see the man following them.
“Hey buddy, that girl of yours has a problem with my daughter?”
James handed the boxes to Jenna and pressed the remote to unlock the car doors. “Go ahead and get in the car.” He ordered before turning around. “Pretty sure there was a problem but things were handled.”
“Handled my ass, that little skank broke my daughter's nose!”
“Really. She’s a child; that kind of name calling is fine between them but you’re a grown man calling a child something like that?” James replied sharply but maintaining his composure. The way the man was walking up it appeared he was itching for a fight. “I’ll talk to her but how about you go back inside and cool off. I’m not looking for a fight.”
The man had walked closer, moving into what James considered to be critical threat range. “I’ll show you a fight!” He reached out to grab James by the collar and reared back to strike. James had other plans in mind, knocking the first arm out of his way and thrusting the man in the throat. The punch that was supposed to go out went to grasp and defend his neck.
James was about to swing but Jenna latched onto his arm. “Stop! Please, let’s just go!”
He took a breath and backed away from the man as his daughter ran to his side. “Young lady,” James addressed the girl. “I suggest you give your father the full explanation on what happened between you and Jenna. If you two have issues, fine, you’re kids it happens. But should he ever say anything to her, he and I are going to talk.” The girl was sniffling and the father was still clutching his neck. “Your dad will be fine in a little bit, try not to let this spoil your evening.”
James got in his car and pulled out, making sure not to get too close to the father and daughter then pulled back onto the main road. They traveled in silence until they got to the neighborhood. Finally James heard a quiet sniffling sound and saw Jenna wipe her eyes using one of the napkins that had been put in the bag. Not knowing what to do he reached over and pulled her into a hug.
“I’m sorry Uncle Jay.”
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. Father asshole back there was looking for a fight; he just got a bit more than he bargained for. Besides, I owe you one.”
“Huh?” She asked in a confused tone.
“You saved me from getting an arrest record. Well I don’t think they would have arrested me for striking in self defense… then again it would have stopped being self defense when I hit him the second time, on the other hand…” He continued to ramble.
“Stop!” She vented and almost started crying again as they pulled into the driveway.
James leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Sshhh, you’re safe, and that’s all that’s important.”
Jenna nodded then rests her head on his shoulder. “Do you have to tell my mom about this?”
“Situations handled so I don’t see any reason to. But if anything ever happens and you don’t think you can handle it you can come to me. I’ll take care of it.”
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Now that they were home and the crisis was over it was time to relax. While Jenna was taking her things upstairs James decided to mix himself a drink and prepare a glass of ice for her. He hated physical confrontations; he wasn’t bad at dealing with them but hated them none the less. Jenna had come back into the kitchen and sat at the table, preparing to get a slice of pizza when James motioned for her to follow him into the living room. She picked up the boxes and plates and followed along then took a seat at the end of the couch.
“So what do you want to watch?” James asked and took a sip of his drink.
“I have no clue, got any good movies?”
He couldn’t help but laugh at the question as he turned on the TV. If he was perfectly honest he’d always been rather proud of his media set up. As a tech wiz he had the time and extra cash to do things right. Between Wi-Fi and Ethernet all the TVs and computers in the house were connected to each other. There were times when he would be working on a project from home and have to move into a different area of the house. His part time guild leader status having him move to different rooms for different things.
Each room was fitted with a smart TV and computer and both pieces of equipment could have full access to his digital library of movies and TV shows if he allowed it. One massive server contained everything he’d ever downloaded, hundreds if not thousands of files. The computers all had webcams he’d use for conferences or talking to friends on line. There were times when guest would stay over and them having the ability to do their own thing in privacy without bothering him was preferable.
The pièce de résistance though was his tablet. That one device could access any computer, TV, or webcam in the house and display it on the screen. He could essentially run everything in his home from that one device, whether he was there or not. Something useful for when he needed to check one of his files in a hurry for any location.
He grabbed his tablet messed with the settings for a moment, pulling up his media section, and then handed it over to Jenna. She took the device and fiddled with it for a moment before letting out a squeal of delight. Being a person who liked to keep things somewhat organized, even if in a cluttered manner, all the movies and shows were organized by genre and year of release for movies with sequels. After a minute of flipping around she selected a movie and watched as it appeared on the screen.
James watched the screen to see what she selected and instantly recognized the librarian pushing the cart. “Ghostbusters, you have excellent taste.”
The two of them settled in and started watching the movie, eating and drinking along the way. They were just about done with the movie when James glanced over to Jenna at the other end of the couch. Her arms were folded and she appeared to be shivering a little. It was then that it dawned on him, it was early summer and he liked to keep the house cool while he was out and would readjust the temperature when he got in. Getting up he went to the kitchen to mix another drink and grab a soda for Jenna. While he was up he increased the temperature and retrieved a blanket from the hallway closet.
Jenna had moved to the center of the couch while he was away. James came back and favored her with a smile then unfurled the blanket, draping it across her then taking a seat. He sat down and she bundled up in the blanket before scooting over and leaning against his side. She was still shivering a little but got a mild surprise when he put his arm around her shoulder to pull her in. He was warm and she sighed contently, enjoying the feel of the heat coming off him.
The movie finished and he checked his watch. It was almost 9:00 and while he was sure the teen had more than enough energy, she would crash eventually. “You should probably go and get ready for bed.”
A soft pout sounded from somewhere between her lips and throat. “Awww, you’re sending me to bed already?”
“Nope, but odds are you’ll fall asleep on the couch. Better to be comfortable when you do.”
Jenna had to admit he was right. She had training after school and didn’t have time to take a shower before leaving for James’s place. “I suppose you’re right, I could use a shower.”
“Me too. You saw the bathroom at the top of the stairs right?” Jenna nodded and tossed the blanket onto the couch as she stood up. “There are towels and bath supplies in the linen closet, unless you have your own stuff.”
“I’m pretty sure mom packed some things for me, if I need anything I’ll let you know.”
“Good, whoever gets back first can pick the next movie.”
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It had only taken James fifteen minutes to shower and switch into his sleeping cloths. It was normal for him to wear pajama bottoms and a t-shirt to sleep, either of which could be removed if the temperature changed. As he sat on the couch he noticed that the ice had melted in his drink, watering it down significantly and taking away from the flavor. Picking up both glasses he went back into the kitchen to mix another one and get some fresh ice for Jenna then went back to the couch to flip through the movies.
Another fifteen minutes had gone by before he heard the soft footsteps coming down the stairs. James was still busy looking at the tablet when Jenna entered the room but she was able to capture his attention immediately. She looked breath taking. Her hair was still damp and had gotten darker because of the water, loose strands clinging to the skin on her chest and neck. The t-shirt she wore earlier was gone, replaced with a lacey tank top and as pajama bottoms she wore a pair of tight fitting, spandex bike shorts. James wasn’t sure if Jenna knew what cameltoe was but he was certain she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He did his best not to stare as she took her spot in the center of the couch.
Jenna didn’t have a clue why she’d chosen to wear what she did. She’d always had a bit of a crush on her uncle and felt an attraction towards him, of course she never told her mother about this, or the dreams she’d had. It hurt a little when he didn’t seem interested in her but if she was able to look under the blanket on his lap she would have known better.
It took a few seconds for James to turn off the part of his brain that found the teen attractive but he willed it down. “So, what did you want to watch?”
“Hey, you beat me here so it’s your pick.” She laughed as she snuggled into the blanket and next to her uncle.
“Ok then, Gone in 60 Seconds it is.”
The two settled in and started the movie, turning off the lights and continuing to eat and drink as it ran. Jenna had been so focused on the car chase on the screen she didn’t notice which glass she’d picked up and had taken a giant gulp of its contents. Shock hit her when she realized that it wasn’t the glass she had started with but the one James had been drinking from. Panicking, she swallowed its contents, not wanting to get in trouble for the mistake. A sudden warming sensation coursed through her body as well as a strange tingling and a pleasant dizzy feeling as the alcohol took effect.
A few minutes had gone by when James picked up his glass to take a drink. Upon putting his lips to the glass he was instantly aware of two things. The first was the serious lack of its contents and the second was the mild taste of strawberry lip balm. His eyes cut to the girl and he could see it in her face, she was definitely feeling something. He decided not to make a big deal of it, unless she got sick, but the smile on her face was enough to tell that that was far from happening.
The movie finished and he handed her the tablet. “Your turn to pick.”
Jenna nodded but was clumsily making her way through the menus. Finally she selected a movie and James sighed internally. Titanic was nowhere near the top for his favorite movies. But she had chosen it and he wasn’t going to object. On the other hand, he was going to go and make another drink.
It wasn’t so much that James hated the movie; he’d just seen it too many times as a kid. Thirty minutes into the movie his boredom mode kicked in and he moved to stretch out on the couch, propping his head up with his arm. Jenna moved around a little, trying to find a comfortable spot it sit but was mildly surprise when she felt the hand scratching her back. “You good kiddo?”
“Yes sir.” She said quickly, happy that he couldn’t see her flush red in the darkened room. She snuggled into the blanket, tossing some of it back to cover his feet and legs then scooted her hips back until her butt was against his stomach.
A smile crept across her face when she heard the light snore coming from behind her. To her dismay though the effects of the drink were starting to wear off and she began to miss the floaty feeling it had given her. Slowly her eyes crept over to James’s glass, he hadn’t drunk much and most of the ice had melted. She checked behind her to see if he was still asleep then reached out and drank the entire contents of the glass in one giant gulp. While the drink was watered down the volume she got this time more than made up for it.
The feeling she had before was coming back in a grand fashion. What was once just a warming intensified into a full blown fire in her body. Particularly where James’s hand had landed when it slipped from where he had it on the back of the couch and fell onto her hip. ‘It feels like his hand is on fire, and it’s so big.’ She thought to herself while enjoying the dizzying haze.
Jenna had continued to watch the movie, reveling in the feel of the hand, but as the movie continued a new feeling was forming. During the drawing scene she had moved to lay on her side, careful to keep his hand in place as she moved. Her back pressed against his chest and her hips to his lap. She could feel intense fire coming from his groin and it felt as though it were flowing into her. Her thighs began rubbing together on her own.
Finally the scene with Jack and Rose in the car was nearing. The hand on her hip had slid forward as she moved and fell to the front of her stomach, his fingertips grazing against the hem of her spandex shorts. She didn’t know if the drink had made her stupid or bold, but it was definitely making the teen act. Slowly opening her legs she gently slid the hand up and between her thighs before closing them again. Now she lay in between heaven and hell, enjoying the heat from her beloved uncle’s hand between her legs and aching for it to move.
As the scene played out she slowly began to move the hand on her own. Her fingers using his to tease at her private area, massaging herself and enjoying the size and feel of his fingers moving against her. The fabric of the spandex shorts was beginning to moisten from her building arousal. Her breathing had shortened and on instinct she pushed her butt back into his groin. Just as she was starting to get into the feeling she felt James begin to stir and was forced to stop her movements, sliding his hand back to the hem of her shorts.
Jenna waited for a minute, her hand poised over his, waiting for any sign that he hadn’t woken up. A sigh of relief escaped her lips in a whimper when she heard him starting to snore again and slowly she went back to getting his hand in place. She couldn’t quite understand the feeling she was having or why she wanted the hand where it was, all she knew was that she needed more. A pressure was building in her groin as she went back to her movements and it urged her to go faster. On top of that she was starting to feel a bulge poking at her butt and her hips went back on their own, causing her to inhale a sharp breath.
Just as she was really getting into it James moved again, this time turning slightly. This had both good and bad repercussions. The bad, for her at least, was that his hips moved away from her butt, robbing her of that stiffening mass she wanted to grind against. The good, also as far as she was concerned, was that his hand had traveled up her body and lightly cupped her right breast. Just the fact that he had moved on his own had excited her but then he started to snore again.
Once again she had to wait, not sure if she wanted him to wake up or not. The pressure in her groin had built to painful levels and the hand on her breast, while pleasant, just wasn’t giving her the sensation she needed. Now that his hand was out of the way she was free to slide her own down her shorts, she needed the feel of skin on skin contact. The sensations were new and exciting but her inexperience at bring herself pleasure was making her frustrated. Just as she was starting to understand what her body was looking for James’s arm stretched out and he began to move.
James was completely unaware of what was going on next to him but Jenna’s movements had woken him up. He was surprised to find the teen laying next to him and with the hand that had once unknowingly cupped her breast and been between her legs he reached up and scratched her head. “How ya doing kiddo?”
Jenna opened her mouth to answer and an involuntary moan escaped her lips, the best she could do was to try and mask it with a yawn. “I’m fine… guess I am getting a little sleepy though.” She lied. She was wide awake if not still a little drunk and wanted to go back to what she was doing, slowly easing her hand out of her shorts.
“I kind a fell asleep there.” He looked up at the screen to see DiCaprio’s character sinking to the bottom of the ocean and smiled. “’Story of a dead guy at the bottom of the ocean?’” He quoted from a different movie. “Well you have a few options. You can stay down here and fall asleep watching movies, you can go upstairs and fall asleep watching movies, or you can just go to bed.”
“What are you going to do?” She asked as she sat up, willing herself not to slur her words.
“Well… I’m old, so if I stay down here with you I’ll probably fall asleep again and I doubt you’ll be comfortable sleeping on the couch like this. May as well go upstairs and go to bed.” James explained and sat up, scratching her back once he was upright.
“No, I was really comfortable.” Jenna said far too quickly for her own good. She was just lucky that James’s brain wasn’t fully functioning yet. “I don’t mind.”
“I don’t know, I think I’ll go to bed. You can do whatever you like.” He said as he stood up and stuffed his hands in the pajama pockets, hopefully adjusting the erection before she noticed. He was still trying to get his bearings but had a feeling that something happened he wouldn’t be happy about.
“Ok then, I guess I’ll go to the room then. How do I get the movies on the TV?”
James yawned and stretched. “The computer should be on already, turn on the TV and switch to HDMI 2. Then go to the media player on the desktop and it should be self explanatory from there.”
“Ok… thanks for, well… everything tonight?”
He yawned again but brought his hand up to cover his mouth and noticed a slight scent. He’d smelt it before, the unmistakable aroma of female arousal. His eyes cut to the girl; now that the movie was over and he was standing he was able to get a better look at her face. She was red and he could see sweat on her forehead. Now he was worried and wondering just what had happened while he was asleep. Thinking better than to speak on it he tried to stay calm as he replied. “Not a problem, any time Jenna. Just leave the dishes; I’ll get them in the morning.”
Jenna nodded and turned off the TV then stood up, making sure to keep her body covered with the blanket. She’d never been so wet before and was certain there was a damp spot on her shorts. Neither one of them looked at each other as they made their way upstairs but just as they were about to part she moved in and gave him a hug. “Good night Uncle Jay.”
“Sweet dreams Kiddo.”
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James rolled over at looked at the clock. He’d only been asleep for an hour but wasn’t sure if he wanted to go back to bed. Between the nap he had taken during Titanic, the confusion on what happened during that nap, and the vividly disturbing yet quite enjoyable dream he’d had involving his goddaughter he was wide awake. He was also thirsty; having turned up the heat earlier he was sweating and needed some water.
Once he was in the living room he figured that it was just as good a time as any to put the glasses and plates in the sink. Then it dawned on him, both glasses were completely empty. He knew he didn’t drink much of the cocktail before he fell asleep and the only other person there was Jenna. ‘That could explain why she was sweating earlier and her face was red, but still, I feel like something happened.’ He thought, taking the dishes into the kitchen and putting them in the sink.
On his way back he grabbed his tablet and started up the stairs. Jenna’s room was further down than his was and he didn’t really see a need to go by it. That was until the sound of a moan caught his attention. ‘What is she watching? I know I hid my porn folders… could just be a scene in a movie.’ James thought as he got closer to the door. Just as he was about to knock he heard the sound again and backed away. Closing his eyes he pulled up his mental layout of the room. The TV and computer were in deeper parts of the room, further back than where he thought the moan originated from.
Thinking quickly he went back to his room and shut the door then turned on his TV and pulled up the computer and webcam for that room. It took a moment for the views to switch over but when it did he nearly dropped the tablet. Jenna was lying on her back with her hand thrust down her shorts, panting and moaning as she stroked herself, looking for the feeling she had and lost earlier. Her other hand was lost underneath her tank top, massaging and pinching at her breast, the same one his hand had been on earlier.
James wanted to stop watching, to switch off the tablet, to at the very least give her the privacy she needed… but he couldn’t. She look so cute, an expression of confused innocence and hungry lust filled frustration plastered on her face. Her eyes squeezed shut in concentration as she worked her fingers against her slick moistened lips. As he continued to watch he could feel his erection starting to form, he was about to turn off the camera when her moan struck a chord with him and he looked back up.
Jenna had removed her hand from her breast just long enough to help slide her shorts off then rolled onto her stomach. Now James was watching her massage herself with her ass in the air and her face almost buried in the pillow. Pants and groans of elation passed through her quivering lips as her fingers sank into her wetness. It was the first time she’d felt such a rush and she longed to feel more.
“Ohhhhhh… ahhh… James, harder… please.” She begged.
James couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Knowing that he was the person she was fantasizing about made him all the more interested in her cries. He continued to watch and listen, taking in her movements and stroking himself as well. It didn’t take long for him to stiffen while watching the teen squirm on the bed and while he knew it was wrong he felt the urge to help her. But he couldn’t help her; he could just continue to watch, stroking himself up and down. His own release was close at hand and the harder she tried the faster he moved.
The show was as erotic as it was as maddening, watching her struggle to reach the heights of pleasure. Inexperienced fingers slid into her pussy and parts around, trying to force the pleasure the foreign fingers of her godfather had unknowingly brought her earlier. Finally she cried out, but not in climax, it was in defeat. Try as she might she just couldn’t fine the release she yearned for and with a final grunt rolled over. Her hot and sweaty body glistening in the light of the TV, nipples erect and yearning to be touched and her spandex shorts cast aside.
James on the other hand didn’t have as difficult a time finding his release. As he reached over and grabbed some of the tissues from his desk to clean off he continued to watch the screen. Jenna was still panting lightly and curled herself up in the blanket. Once again, her body was starting to feel heavy. Now that she had tried and failed she was exhausted. All that was left was to sleep and see what tomorrow brought. Now James was left with a problem, everything in the world told him what he just saw was wrong, the way he felt was wrong, and everything he was currently thinking was very wrong.
But it was his name she had called out and he could tell she was far from happy by the time she stopped. She was his guest and her being that unsatisfied just wouldn’t do. The blood was returning to his brain and with it brought a plan, he just needed time to figure out if it was worth enacting or not.
First attempt at a story like this, tell me if you want more.
For many other individuals this issue was a non-issue. They didn’t have kids, or girls, or the interest in either. Their life was one to be enjoyed and the prospect of dealing with teenagers wasn’t a particularly happy one. James just happened to have a kind heart, a mostly empty house, and time to kill.
James Craig; software designer, computer technician, and part-time guild master, a simple man with simple needs and pleasures. Average was always the best word used to describe him. Standing at around six feet tall with light brown hair and was deceptively thin for 220, he didn’t make a habit of working out but tried to stay in good shape. He had a thin beard, though with his light hair it was much harder to see than normal. This didn’t go unnoticed by the few women in his life but they did enjoy the feel when given the opportunity.
One such friend, while also being a source of constant aggravation, was Carla. Met through a friend of a friend, she was a kind enough soul for a pain in the ass. This had never stopped them from sleeping together though. They had a mutual understanding for the most part; while it was true he cared for her he didn’t love her. She said she didn’t love him either but he wasn’t fooled, the way she acted and looked at him told the real story. James didn’t care though, they had made their agreement and he was going to stick to it even if she didn’t want to.
As he sat at the table and went over his completed assignment for work a feeling of deep foreboding passed through him. It only took a few seconds for the feeling to be realized. His cell phone started to ring in a warning tone and one quick glance at the display told him Carla was trying to get in touch with him. For a brief moment he considered tossing it into the sink filled with dishwater but relented and answered the call.
“Morning, what can I do for you?” Was uttered in a less than thrilled tone.
“The way you say that makes me feel like you’re not happy to hear from me… and why is it automatically what can you do for me? Isn’t it possible that I could be calling just to say hi?”
“While it is possible, our friendship is more or less based on sex and me doing you favors. It’s…” He pulled the phone away from his head to look at the time. “Nine a.m.; you’re not a morning person and prefer sex then sleep. So, what’s the favor?”
“You’re a bastard you know that.”
“Well aware and you were forewarned, the favor?”
Carla inhaled, swallowed her frustration, and then let out a large sigh. “I need to go out of town for a funeral and Jenna doesn’t want to go… is there any way you could take her for the weekend?”
Jenna was James’s goddaughter and last they saw each other was still a very sweet kid. They had first met several years ago when she was still a little girl. They had never spent any real time together but for a guy who didn’t care for kids she had grown on him.
“Ok.”
“Ok?”
“Yeah, ok. She’s always welcome to stay here. How is the little pit viper doing?” He asked with a laugh. He’d given her the nickname based off her fiery temperament.
“Good… I really appreciate this. My flight leaves this evening so I’ll drop her off before heading to the air port.”
“Where are you going to leave your car?”
“The airport parking garage, where else?”
“Here, it’s better and safer than leaving it there and being charged to have your car broken into. You bring Jenna here and she can get settled while I take you to the airport.”
“I really appreciate it, everything really. You know how she loves her uncle Jay.”
“Sure do, when can I expect you?”
“Around 5:30. Flight leaves at 7, half an hour to the airport and at least 45 minutes for the check in. I should have plenty of time to get both of us packed for the weekend… thanks again.”
“Any time.” James had to go shopping for groceries now that he thought about it. If there was one thing he remembered about the girl it was that she could eat like a velociraptor.
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By the time James returned home it was five. His shopping trip had been postponed when the office called him to turn in his assignment early. With the TV in the kitchen running he set to the task of putting the food away and looking through the files in his systems. There was a sharp knock at the door just as he finished watching the second half of an episode of Mythbusters.
“Must be them, and early for once.”
He moved to grab his keys but realized he wouldn’t need them just yet. Upon opening the door he was greeted to quite the interesting sight. Though he only remembered her as the four year old girl who needed help with her PS Vita she had definitely grown since then. She had gotten pretty tall, standing at around 5’4 and weighing the better part of 110 pounds, light brown hair and tan skin. Depending on who was asking puberty was either being very kind or horribly cruel. She’d developed a generous 34 B and a well rounded, firm ass that fit well into her skintight jeans.
James lost track of his thoughts for only a second but invited them in. He smiled and gave her a hug as she walked in and ruffled her hair, her mother followed shortly after holding a large red suitcase while Jenna carried a book bag. Judging by how Carla drug the case it was heavy and packed to the brim with clothes.
“I’m not going to complain and it really isn’t an issue; but how much did you pack for her?”
Carla let out a huff and slid the suitcase to the front of the stairs. “She’s a teenage girl, never know what she’s going to need or when. I should be back by Monday evening… you’ll still be fine picking me up?”
“Yeah, I can get you. Jenna, your room is upstairs, go around the banister and take the one at the end of the hall. Is there anything I need to know or be made aware of?”
The teen turned quickly and glared at her mother before looking to her uncle. “No Uncle Jay, everything is fine.”
“Nice try. You should still be grounded but I’d rather not have a pouty child on an already stressful trip.” Carla pulled a cell phone from her pocket and handed it to James. “She’s not to use this unless it’s for emergencies. And if some little trollop named Beth calls… what are you doing?”
James was busy tapping at the phone and handed it over to Jenna after he was finished. “Here ya go. Now about this ‘trollop’ friend, I’ll be sure to…”
Jenna’s joy at getting her phone back was quickly replaced with a look of confusion. “What did you do you my phone?”
“I just put a pass code on it and blocked Beth’s number from sending and receiving messages and phone calls to Jenna’s phone.” James explained while taking a sick pleasure in the look on the teens face. Instantly she started punching numbers into the phone. “You’ll be at that all weekend.”
“The anime I watched said it takes up to eight hours to open phone pass codes.”
“Yeah, if you were dealing with an amateur. That time is based off a four digit code going from 0000 to 9999, that’s ten-thousand combinations. My code adds one more number to the mix making it a total of a hundred thousand combinations. As I said, you’ll be at it all weekend.”
“…Damn.” She whispered under her breath.
Carla laughed and gave her daughter a hug. “Ok, we need to get going. The radio said traffic was going to be backed up. Some kind of accident.”
“Sounds like we should get a move on then. Jenna, you may as well come along. We can stop for pizza on the way back.”
The teen took one last sad look at her phone then shoved it in her pocket and started towards the car and in a few minutes they were on the way. Carla was able to make it to the airport with time to spare. There was a Pizza Hut on the way back from the airport and it seemed like just as good a place to go as any. It was a Friday night so the place was bound to be packed but they made it in before the rush.
Jenna stood next to James looking up at the overhead menu. She’d taken her jacket off in the car and now stood there in a grey opened button down shirt with a dark blue t-shirt underneath it. James caught the sightlines of a couple of teenage boys and traced them back to Jenna’s hips and butt. While he did appreciate beauty when he saw it he caught their eyes and gave the two boys a hard stare. Of course, them being teenage boys they averted their eyes.
Looking down again he noticed her phone sticking halfway out of her jeans pocket. For some reason she’d looped her arm around his and was holding on like she didn’t want to get lost. Gently he grabbed the phone with his thumb and pointer finger then playfully bumped her with his hip. She stood straight again then bumped him back before she noticed he was holding her phone.
“When… how did you do that?”
James was busy going through the menus again but smirked at her. “It’s a skill I picked up in my younger days. Never was all that good at picking pockets though.” He finished unlocking the phone and removed the pass code then handed it back to her. “Here you go, don’t make me regret unlocking it.”
She took back the aforementioned item then threw her arms around him in a big hug. “Thanks Uncle Jay.”
“Right, so what’s the deal with this Beth girl, and why are you in trouble.”
Jenna cringed and blushed. “I didn’t do anything wrong.” It was actually true; she was more or less in trouble through guilt by association. “Beth got caught having sex with her boyfriend and I knew about it.”
“Uh huh… and that’s all?”
“Well, my now ex-boyfriend and I were kind of kissing when everything happened. I kind of got in trouble by default.”
“It happens I guess. No matter.” James said before ruffling her hair.
Jenna was shocked that he didn’t want more details. Her mother had grilled her for hours over the incident. Thinking better than to push the issue she turned back to the menus to face the task at hand. “So what should we get?”
“You can order whatever you like, just add some Cinna Stix.” He said with a smile.
Orders placed they took a seat next to the door. The evening rush was just getting started and with it brought a large group. It was mostly teens with a few parents peppered in for security. One girl stood out in particular though. She was pretty but in that way that just seemed to yell slutty to the trained eye. Her only flaw, the bandages covering her nose. As they walked in Jenna and the girl locked eyes and their gaze was anything but friendly.
Jenna scooted closer to James, pressing her chest against his arm and grumbled. “Bitchy Sow.”
“Again with the language, can you at least cut back a little?” James asked, Jenna nodded then looked down at the floor. “What’s the problem between you two?”
“I broke her nose.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“She accused me of trying to take her boyfriend, as if; he’s too stupid for me. Anyway she shoved me into a locker, so I broke her nose. Now she looks like the pig she is.”
Carla had enrolled Jenna in martial-arts at an early age and last James remembered she was pretty good at it, having already earned her black belt and competing in tournaments. He glanced at the girl then back to Jenna and shrugged. “Well, at least you handled yourself.”
A smile crept across Jenna’s face and she leaned into him again. “Why can’t more adults be as understanding as you are?”
“Well I don’t have kids and haven’t become jaded yet so I make the mistake of treating you like a regular person and not a child.”
Their number was finally called and they stepped up to get their food. As they left he saw the girl with the bandage talking to the man she came in with. Judging by their proximity and body language he was the girl’s father, he couldn’t make out what they were saying but she pointed towards them. He was a taller, heavy set older man, his red face giving away the fact that he may have had a bit to drink before going out. James had heard the door open up a few seconds after they had left and glanced back to see the man following them.
“Hey buddy, that girl of yours has a problem with my daughter?”
James handed the boxes to Jenna and pressed the remote to unlock the car doors. “Go ahead and get in the car.” He ordered before turning around. “Pretty sure there was a problem but things were handled.”
“Handled my ass, that little skank broke my daughter's nose!”
“Really. She’s a child; that kind of name calling is fine between them but you’re a grown man calling a child something like that?” James replied sharply but maintaining his composure. The way the man was walking up it appeared he was itching for a fight. “I’ll talk to her but how about you go back inside and cool off. I’m not looking for a fight.”
The man had walked closer, moving into what James considered to be critical threat range. “I’ll show you a fight!” He reached out to grab James by the collar and reared back to strike. James had other plans in mind, knocking the first arm out of his way and thrusting the man in the throat. The punch that was supposed to go out went to grasp and defend his neck.
James was about to swing but Jenna latched onto his arm. “Stop! Please, let’s just go!”
He took a breath and backed away from the man as his daughter ran to his side. “Young lady,” James addressed the girl. “I suggest you give your father the full explanation on what happened between you and Jenna. If you two have issues, fine, you’re kids it happens. But should he ever say anything to her, he and I are going to talk.” The girl was sniffling and the father was still clutching his neck. “Your dad will be fine in a little bit, try not to let this spoil your evening.”
James got in his car and pulled out, making sure not to get too close to the father and daughter then pulled back onto the main road. They traveled in silence until they got to the neighborhood. Finally James heard a quiet sniffling sound and saw Jenna wipe her eyes using one of the napkins that had been put in the bag. Not knowing what to do he reached over and pulled her into a hug.
“I’m sorry Uncle Jay.”
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. Father asshole back there was looking for a fight; he just got a bit more than he bargained for. Besides, I owe you one.”
“Huh?” She asked in a confused tone.
“You saved me from getting an arrest record. Well I don’t think they would have arrested me for striking in self defense… then again it would have stopped being self defense when I hit him the second time, on the other hand…” He continued to ramble.
“Stop!” She vented and almost started crying again as they pulled into the driveway.
James leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. “Sshhh, you’re safe, and that’s all that’s important.”
Jenna nodded then rests her head on his shoulder. “Do you have to tell my mom about this?”
“Situations handled so I don’t see any reason to. But if anything ever happens and you don’t think you can handle it you can come to me. I’ll take care of it.”
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Now that they were home and the crisis was over it was time to relax. While Jenna was taking her things upstairs James decided to mix himself a drink and prepare a glass of ice for her. He hated physical confrontations; he wasn’t bad at dealing with them but hated them none the less. Jenna had come back into the kitchen and sat at the table, preparing to get a slice of pizza when James motioned for her to follow him into the living room. She picked up the boxes and plates and followed along then took a seat at the end of the couch.
“So what do you want to watch?” James asked and took a sip of his drink.
“I have no clue, got any good movies?”
He couldn’t help but laugh at the question as he turned on the TV. If he was perfectly honest he’d always been rather proud of his media set up. As a tech wiz he had the time and extra cash to do things right. Between Wi-Fi and Ethernet all the TVs and computers in the house were connected to each other. There were times when he would be working on a project from home and have to move into a different area of the house. His part time guild leader status having him move to different rooms for different things.
Each room was fitted with a smart TV and computer and both pieces of equipment could have full access to his digital library of movies and TV shows if he allowed it. One massive server contained everything he’d ever downloaded, hundreds if not thousands of files. The computers all had webcams he’d use for conferences or talking to friends on line. There were times when guest would stay over and them having the ability to do their own thing in privacy without bothering him was preferable.
The pièce de résistance though was his tablet. That one device could access any computer, TV, or webcam in the house and display it on the screen. He could essentially run everything in his home from that one device, whether he was there or not. Something useful for when he needed to check one of his files in a hurry for any location.
He grabbed his tablet messed with the settings for a moment, pulling up his media section, and then handed it over to Jenna. She took the device and fiddled with it for a moment before letting out a squeal of delight. Being a person who liked to keep things somewhat organized, even if in a cluttered manner, all the movies and shows were organized by genre and year of release for movies with sequels. After a minute of flipping around she selected a movie and watched as it appeared on the screen.
James watched the screen to see what she selected and instantly recognized the librarian pushing the cart. “Ghostbusters, you have excellent taste.”
The two of them settled in and started watching the movie, eating and drinking along the way. They were just about done with the movie when James glanced over to Jenna at the other end of the couch. Her arms were folded and she appeared to be shivering a little. It was then that it dawned on him, it was early summer and he liked to keep the house cool while he was out and would readjust the temperature when he got in. Getting up he went to the kitchen to mix another drink and grab a soda for Jenna. While he was up he increased the temperature and retrieved a blanket from the hallway closet.
Jenna had moved to the center of the couch while he was away. James came back and favored her with a smile then unfurled the blanket, draping it across her then taking a seat. He sat down and she bundled up in the blanket before scooting over and leaning against his side. She was still shivering a little but got a mild surprise when he put his arm around her shoulder to pull her in. He was warm and she sighed contently, enjoying the feel of the heat coming off him.
The movie finished and he checked his watch. It was almost 9:00 and while he was sure the teen had more than enough energy, she would crash eventually. “You should probably go and get ready for bed.”
A soft pout sounded from somewhere between her lips and throat. “Awww, you’re sending me to bed already?”
“Nope, but odds are you’ll fall asleep on the couch. Better to be comfortable when you do.”
Jenna had to admit he was right. She had training after school and didn’t have time to take a shower before leaving for James’s place. “I suppose you’re right, I could use a shower.”
“Me too. You saw the bathroom at the top of the stairs right?” Jenna nodded and tossed the blanket onto the couch as she stood up. “There are towels and bath supplies in the linen closet, unless you have your own stuff.”
“I’m pretty sure mom packed some things for me, if I need anything I’ll let you know.”
“Good, whoever gets back first can pick the next movie.”
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It had only taken James fifteen minutes to shower and switch into his sleeping cloths. It was normal for him to wear pajama bottoms and a t-shirt to sleep, either of which could be removed if the temperature changed. As he sat on the couch he noticed that the ice had melted in his drink, watering it down significantly and taking away from the flavor. Picking up both glasses he went back into the kitchen to mix another one and get some fresh ice for Jenna then went back to the couch to flip through the movies.
Another fifteen minutes had gone by before he heard the soft footsteps coming down the stairs. James was still busy looking at the tablet when Jenna entered the room but she was able to capture his attention immediately. She looked breath taking. Her hair was still damp and had gotten darker because of the water, loose strands clinging to the skin on her chest and neck. The t-shirt she wore earlier was gone, replaced with a lacey tank top and as pajama bottoms she wore a pair of tight fitting, spandex bike shorts. James wasn’t sure if Jenna knew what cameltoe was but he was certain she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He did his best not to stare as she took her spot in the center of the couch.
Jenna didn’t have a clue why she’d chosen to wear what she did. She’d always had a bit of a crush on her uncle and felt an attraction towards him, of course she never told her mother about this, or the dreams she’d had. It hurt a little when he didn’t seem interested in her but if she was able to look under the blanket on his lap she would have known better.
It took a few seconds for James to turn off the part of his brain that found the teen attractive but he willed it down. “So, what did you want to watch?”
“Hey, you beat me here so it’s your pick.” She laughed as she snuggled into the blanket and next to her uncle.
“Ok then, Gone in 60 Seconds it is.”
The two settled in and started the movie, turning off the lights and continuing to eat and drink as it ran. Jenna had been so focused on the car chase on the screen she didn’t notice which glass she’d picked up and had taken a giant gulp of its contents. Shock hit her when she realized that it wasn’t the glass she had started with but the one James had been drinking from. Panicking, she swallowed its contents, not wanting to get in trouble for the mistake. A sudden warming sensation coursed through her body as well as a strange tingling and a pleasant dizzy feeling as the alcohol took effect.
A few minutes had gone by when James picked up his glass to take a drink. Upon putting his lips to the glass he was instantly aware of two things. The first was the serious lack of its contents and the second was the mild taste of strawberry lip balm. His eyes cut to the girl and he could see it in her face, she was definitely feeling something. He decided not to make a big deal of it, unless she got sick, but the smile on her face was enough to tell that that was far from happening.
The movie finished and he handed her the tablet. “Your turn to pick.”
Jenna nodded but was clumsily making her way through the menus. Finally she selected a movie and James sighed internally. Titanic was nowhere near the top for his favorite movies. But she had chosen it and he wasn’t going to object. On the other hand, he was going to go and make another drink.
It wasn’t so much that James hated the movie; he’d just seen it too many times as a kid. Thirty minutes into the movie his boredom mode kicked in and he moved to stretch out on the couch, propping his head up with his arm. Jenna moved around a little, trying to find a comfortable spot it sit but was mildly surprise when she felt the hand scratching her back. “You good kiddo?”
“Yes sir.” She said quickly, happy that he couldn’t see her flush red in the darkened room. She snuggled into the blanket, tossing some of it back to cover his feet and legs then scooted her hips back until her butt was against his stomach.
A smile crept across her face when she heard the light snore coming from behind her. To her dismay though the effects of the drink were starting to wear off and she began to miss the floaty feeling it had given her. Slowly her eyes crept over to James’s glass, he hadn’t drunk much and most of the ice had melted. She checked behind her to see if he was still asleep then reached out and drank the entire contents of the glass in one giant gulp. While the drink was watered down the volume she got this time more than made up for it.
The feeling she had before was coming back in a grand fashion. What was once just a warming intensified into a full blown fire in her body. Particularly where James’s hand had landed when it slipped from where he had it on the back of the couch and fell onto her hip. ‘It feels like his hand is on fire, and it’s so big.’ She thought to herself while enjoying the dizzying haze.
Jenna had continued to watch the movie, reveling in the feel of the hand, but as the movie continued a new feeling was forming. During the drawing scene she had moved to lay on her side, careful to keep his hand in place as she moved. Her back pressed against his chest and her hips to his lap. She could feel intense fire coming from his groin and it felt as though it were flowing into her. Her thighs began rubbing together on her own.
Finally the scene with Jack and Rose in the car was nearing. The hand on her hip had slid forward as she moved and fell to the front of her stomach, his fingertips grazing against the hem of her spandex shorts. She didn’t know if the drink had made her stupid or bold, but it was definitely making the teen act. Slowly opening her legs she gently slid the hand up and between her thighs before closing them again. Now she lay in between heaven and hell, enjoying the heat from her beloved uncle’s hand between her legs and aching for it to move.
As the scene played out she slowly began to move the hand on her own. Her fingers using his to tease at her private area, massaging herself and enjoying the size and feel of his fingers moving against her. The fabric of the spandex shorts was beginning to moisten from her building arousal. Her breathing had shortened and on instinct she pushed her butt back into his groin. Just as she was starting to get into the feeling she felt James begin to stir and was forced to stop her movements, sliding his hand back to the hem of her shorts.
Jenna waited for a minute, her hand poised over his, waiting for any sign that he hadn’t woken up. A sigh of relief escaped her lips in a whimper when she heard him starting to snore again and slowly she went back to getting his hand in place. She couldn’t quite understand the feeling she was having or why she wanted the hand where it was, all she knew was that she needed more. A pressure was building in her groin as she went back to her movements and it urged her to go faster. On top of that she was starting to feel a bulge poking at her butt and her hips went back on their own, causing her to inhale a sharp breath.
Just as she was really getting into it James moved again, this time turning slightly. This had both good and bad repercussions. The bad, for her at least, was that his hips moved away from her butt, robbing her of that stiffening mass she wanted to grind against. The good, also as far as she was concerned, was that his hand had traveled up her body and lightly cupped her right breast. Just the fact that he had moved on his own had excited her but then he started to snore again.
Once again she had to wait, not sure if she wanted him to wake up or not. The pressure in her groin had built to painful levels and the hand on her breast, while pleasant, just wasn’t giving her the sensation she needed. Now that his hand was out of the way she was free to slide her own down her shorts, she needed the feel of skin on skin contact. The sensations were new and exciting but her inexperience at bring herself pleasure was making her frustrated. Just as she was starting to understand what her body was looking for James’s arm stretched out and he began to move.
James was completely unaware of what was going on next to him but Jenna’s movements had woken him up. He was surprised to find the teen laying next to him and with the hand that had once unknowingly cupped her breast and been between her legs he reached up and scratched her head. “How ya doing kiddo?”
Jenna opened her mouth to answer and an involuntary moan escaped her lips, the best she could do was to try and mask it with a yawn. “I’m fine… guess I am getting a little sleepy though.” She lied. She was wide awake if not still a little drunk and wanted to go back to what she was doing, slowly easing her hand out of her shorts.
“I kind a fell asleep there.” He looked up at the screen to see DiCaprio’s character sinking to the bottom of the ocean and smiled. “’Story of a dead guy at the bottom of the ocean?’” He quoted from a different movie. “Well you have a few options. You can stay down here and fall asleep watching movies, you can go upstairs and fall asleep watching movies, or you can just go to bed.”
“What are you going to do?” She asked as she sat up, willing herself not to slur her words.
“Well… I’m old, so if I stay down here with you I’ll probably fall asleep again and I doubt you’ll be comfortable sleeping on the couch like this. May as well go upstairs and go to bed.” James explained and sat up, scratching her back once he was upright.
“No, I was really comfortable.” Jenna said far too quickly for her own good. She was just lucky that James’s brain wasn’t fully functioning yet. “I don’t mind.”
“I don’t know, I think I’ll go to bed. You can do whatever you like.” He said as he stood up and stuffed his hands in the pajama pockets, hopefully adjusting the erection before she noticed. He was still trying to get his bearings but had a feeling that something happened he wouldn’t be happy about.
“Ok then, I guess I’ll go to the room then. How do I get the movies on the TV?”
James yawned and stretched. “The computer should be on already, turn on the TV and switch to HDMI 2. Then go to the media player on the desktop and it should be self explanatory from there.”
“Ok… thanks for, well… everything tonight?”
He yawned again but brought his hand up to cover his mouth and noticed a slight scent. He’d smelt it before, the unmistakable aroma of female arousal. His eyes cut to the girl; now that the movie was over and he was standing he was able to get a better look at her face. She was red and he could see sweat on her forehead. Now he was worried and wondering just what had happened while he was asleep. Thinking better than to speak on it he tried to stay calm as he replied. “Not a problem, any time Jenna. Just leave the dishes; I’ll get them in the morning.”
Jenna nodded and turned off the TV then stood up, making sure to keep her body covered with the blanket. She’d never been so wet before and was certain there was a damp spot on her shorts. Neither one of them looked at each other as they made their way upstairs but just as they were about to part she moved in and gave him a hug. “Good night Uncle Jay.”
“Sweet dreams Kiddo.”
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James rolled over at looked at the clock. He’d only been asleep for an hour but wasn’t sure if he wanted to go back to bed. Between the nap he had taken during Titanic, the confusion on what happened during that nap, and the vividly disturbing yet quite enjoyable dream he’d had involving his goddaughter he was wide awake. He was also thirsty; having turned up the heat earlier he was sweating and needed some water.
Once he was in the living room he figured that it was just as good a time as any to put the glasses and plates in the sink. Then it dawned on him, both glasses were completely empty. He knew he didn’t drink much of the cocktail before he fell asleep and the only other person there was Jenna. ‘That could explain why she was sweating earlier and her face was red, but still, I feel like something happened.’ He thought, taking the dishes into the kitchen and putting them in the sink.
On his way back he grabbed his tablet and started up the stairs. Jenna’s room was further down than his was and he didn’t really see a need to go by it. That was until the sound of a moan caught his attention. ‘What is she watching? I know I hid my porn folders… could just be a scene in a movie.’ James thought as he got closer to the door. Just as he was about to knock he heard the sound again and backed away. Closing his eyes he pulled up his mental layout of the room. The TV and computer were in deeper parts of the room, further back than where he thought the moan originated from.
Thinking quickly he went back to his room and shut the door then turned on his TV and pulled up the computer and webcam for that room. It took a moment for the views to switch over but when it did he nearly dropped the tablet. Jenna was lying on her back with her hand thrust down her shorts, panting and moaning as she stroked herself, looking for the feeling she had and lost earlier. Her other hand was lost underneath her tank top, massaging and pinching at her breast, the same one his hand had been on earlier.
James wanted to stop watching, to switch off the tablet, to at the very least give her the privacy she needed… but he couldn’t. She look so cute, an expression of confused innocence and hungry lust filled frustration plastered on her face. Her eyes squeezed shut in concentration as she worked her fingers against her slick moistened lips. As he continued to watch he could feel his erection starting to form, he was about to turn off the camera when her moan struck a chord with him and he looked back up.
Jenna had removed her hand from her breast just long enough to help slide her shorts off then rolled onto her stomach. Now James was watching her massage herself with her ass in the air and her face almost buried in the pillow. Pants and groans of elation passed through her quivering lips as her fingers sank into her wetness. It was the first time she’d felt such a rush and she longed to feel more.
“Ohhhhhh… ahhh… James, harder… please.” She begged.
James couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Knowing that he was the person she was fantasizing about made him all the more interested in her cries. He continued to watch and listen, taking in her movements and stroking himself as well. It didn’t take long for him to stiffen while watching the teen squirm on the bed and while he knew it was wrong he felt the urge to help her. But he couldn’t help her; he could just continue to watch, stroking himself up and down. His own release was close at hand and the harder she tried the faster he moved.
The show was as erotic as it was as maddening, watching her struggle to reach the heights of pleasure. Inexperienced fingers slid into her pussy and parts around, trying to force the pleasure the foreign fingers of her godfather had unknowingly brought her earlier. Finally she cried out, but not in climax, it was in defeat. Try as she might she just couldn’t fine the release she yearned for and with a final grunt rolled over. Her hot and sweaty body glistening in the light of the TV, nipples erect and yearning to be touched and her spandex shorts cast aside.
James on the other hand didn’t have as difficult a time finding his release. As he reached over and grabbed some of the tissues from his desk to clean off he continued to watch the screen. Jenna was still panting lightly and curled herself up in the blanket. Once again, her body was starting to feel heavy. Now that she had tried and failed she was exhausted. All that was left was to sleep and see what tomorrow brought. Now James was left with a problem, everything in the world told him what he just saw was wrong, the way he felt was wrong, and everything he was currently thinking was very wrong.
But it was his name she had called out and he could tell she was far from happy by the time she stopped. She was his guest and her being that unsatisfied just wouldn’t do. The blood was returning to his brain and with it brought a plan, he just needed time to figure out if it was worth enacting or not.
First attempt at a story like this, tell me if you want more.