Mona: "Your assignments are written on the board behind me." Uncle Alex, or Mr. Lawson as I am forced to call him at school, was trying to speak over the sounds of the bell and the rustling of everyone trying to pack up their bags. "Have them done by Monday! You have the whole weekend to think of nothing but history!" He smiled at the chuckling students who whizzed by him out the door, ready to start their weekend plans that we all know will have nothing to do with homework. "Mona, can you stay behind a moment?" I sighed as I slumped back into my chair. "Yes, Mr. Lawson." I had a feeling this would be about my slipping grades, but I was hoping maybe it would be a family matter instead. You never know what might come up when your senior history class is being taught by your Uncle that all your friends think is super hot. I thought he was hot, maybe even sexy, at times too, but then the creepy alarms go off in my head. The alarms that always scream, "Uh, hello?! Earth to Mona! You're related. That's disgusting," thus ruining any daydreaming fun I could be having. Once the last student cleared out, Uncle Alex walked around to the front of his desk, leaning back on it, hands gripping the edges. This could easily be the start of a porno or any of my friends' wet dreams. Ugh, why am I thinking that again? "Mona, you are on the verge of failing my class." I could feel my stomach plummet and my throat swell. I knew I was slipping up, but I had no idea it was that bad. "I don't know what is going on with you, but I don't want to be shunned from Thanksgiving because I had to fail my favorite niece." I bit my lip, hard. I didn't want that either, especially since it would be my fault, not his. "Uncle Alex, I'm so, so sorry. Please, don't tell my mom yet! Is it too late to bounce back?" My gaze kept shifting from him to my empty desk and back again. Guilt began swelling inside me, and I could just picture the look of frustration and disappointment on my mom's face. With a sigh and rubbing the back of his neck, Uncle Alex moved back around his desk to his seat. "Listen, this assignment due on Monday needs to be perfect. On top of that, I can try to figure out some extra credit to give you." He began to organize the papers on his desk and load up his briefcase. "Cancel any weekend plans you had because you're spending the weekend with me." I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could he continued, "Go home, pack a bag, including your uniform just in case you're with me 'til Monday morning and be ready by six. I'll pick you up." With that, he snapped his briefcase shut and left the classroom. I sat there, staring at the door for a few moments. He wants me to stay at his house? I haven't been to his house since the house-warming barbeque he had a year ago. I have certainly never been there on my own. I sent a text to the group chat letting them know I won't be able to do anything due to this assignment and my poor grades. A few of them offered their assistance, but I told them my mom wasn't going to allow it knowing how poorly I was doing. They continued blowing up the group chat with various ideas of what the rest of them should do this weekend, and I bitterly muted the notifications. When I got home, I stared at my open, empty suitcase for what felt like eternity. I had no idea what kind of extra credit work I would be doing. Were we going to go to some museum? Was I going to have to dig through boxes in the garage and do some kind of family history project? Maybe he was just going to make me sit at his kitchen counter and write like 10,000 words on the history of paper. I just didn't know. I decided to pack for all contingencies. I texted Mom and left a note letting her know I was staying at Uncle Alex's for school stuff, and that she could call either one of us to check the story. I knew she would be in meetings until seven, so she wouldn't get the text or the note until I was already gone. She would probably check in with Alex, not me, and agree to leave me to my fate. I heard a car horn and peeked out the window. Sure enough, there was Uncle Alex closing the door to his truck and walking toward the front door. He was still wearing what he wore to school, and it was at that moment, I realized I too was still in my school uniform. Crap. I opened the door just as he reached it, a small half-smile planted on my face. He stood there in the doorway, looking me up and down. I suddenly felt very self-conscious under his gaze, which was stupid. He saw me in this uniform everyday. Why would the fact that I'm spending the night at his house change how he would look at me? "Are you ready?" he asked. I threw on my backpack, and I grabbed my purse and suitcase instead of giving an actual response. Uncle Alex politely took my backpack and suitcase to carry to the truck as I locked up the house. I wonder if he was this old school in his dating life. Oh, I wonder if he has a dating life. It's odd that he's never been married, at least for this family and town. I mean, he's super attractive, has a house and a steady job. I wondered if he's any good in bed. Oh my gosh, why am I wondering about that? I felt the blush creep up my cheeks as images flooded my mind of Alex's lips on mine, and other places on me. I could not bring myself to look at him as I climbed into his truck. We rode in silence all the way to his house. The tension was palpable. I now understood what people meant when they said they could cut it with a knife. I could smell his cologne or body wash or something, and it was almost hypnotizing. If he was single, I seriously didn't understand how. We reached his house and unloaded the truck in silence. His mouth kept twitching, as if he wanted to say something but kept changing his mind. "So, where am I crashing?" I asked as I stepped through his front door. It was a small house in a quiet neighborhood. The furniture was fairly basic, second-hand. Looked comfortable and homey, and I quickly wondered if that cushy, brown couch would be my bed for the next couple of nights. Or maybe, I'll be in his bed... I shook my head, trying to get those thoughts from my mind. I didn't know why this fantasy was so prominent lately. Even if he was single, he wouldn't be interested in me. There's an insane age difference. Plus, the whole related thing. "Guest bedroom, right next to mine. This way," he motioned for me to follow him down the hallway. "Put your stuff in there." I did as I was told to, entering through the door on the right. I dropped my bags, crossed my arms and turned to face him. "So, what's the plan, Teach?" "Dinner first, then we'll dive into the books." I followed him out to the kitchen. Uncle Alex got to work making pasta while I prepared a salad. Whatever he had on the stove actually smelled delicious. I don't know why I assumed he probably couldn't cook anything outside the microwave. Probably the typical bachelor stereotype drilled into me by Hollywood. He poured himself a glass of wine and eyed me for a moment holding up the bottle. "Are you offering me a glass?" I asked incredulously. "I may be your teacher, but I'm also family. You're not going anywhere, and I'm not letting you get drunk." He shrugged, still holding up the bottle in an offer. I studied him, trying to determine if this was some kind of test. He seemed sincere, and has never really been the narq-type anyway. I smiled, "Alright, pour me a glass." We sat at the table and talked about family drama, what I wanted to study in college, if I wanted to go to college and a variety of other small things. We ate the meal we made together, and I had to hold back from making little noises of delight with each bite. I swear I saw Alex hold his breath when one of my little moans of approval slipped through. I felt like I was interrupting his meal too much, and pushed my plate away so I could just focus on chatting and drinking. Uncle Alex refilled both of our glasses as we continued catching up outside of school topics, and we began cleaning up the table and the kitchen. We seemed to find an easy flow where neither of us got in each other's way. I washed dishes while he dried and put them away. We drank another glass each while laughing about how my other uncle, his older brother, still had no idea it was Grandpa playing regular pranks on him. He tried asking me about my dating life, but I tried to veer away from that topic as I dried off my hands. I don't know if Uncle Alex would be someone I could confide in about my relationship issues, so I'd rather not breach that subject. We moved to the living room, and he told me to grab my backpack. I went back to my room to grab it, and when I came back out, both our glasses were on the coffee table along with the bottle. I was already feeling a buzz, but I was feeling so grown-up I didn't say anything. "Okay, Mona, take out your history book and binder. First thing's first, you're going to finish the assignment due on Monday." He leaned back onto the couch, casually resting an arm the back and a foot resting on his knee. "What are you going to do? Sit there and watch me?" I opened my book on the table and laid my binder in my lap. I took another big sip of my wine before setting it on the table. "Pretty much," he shrugged. "I'm going to make sure you get this done and right. Then, we can move on to the extra credit work." He took out his phone, and he seemed to become immediately engrossed in whatever was on his screen. I sighed as I began reading the chapter our homework was on. Thirty minutes came and went as blue ink smudged on my left hand moving back and forth across the page. I put down my pen for a moment and downed the rest of my glass. Thirty minutes more felt more like an hour. I marked the book with sticky notes to remember where to find things like names and dates, double-checking that what I had written matched with the information. I looked over at my uncle who looked right back at me with a smirk. "How's it going? Almost done?" He sounded almost amused by his own question. I sighed, "I'm not done. I'm close to half-way, but I don't think I can keep my focus up much longer. After grinding away at school all week, Fridays should be about fun and release," I felt bold, so I poured myself another glass of wine, as if making my point. Alex made no move to stop me, rather he leaned forward and poured the rest of the bottle into his glass. "So, you want to have fun and find some release instead of taking one weekend to crack down and ensure the passing of my class?" He swirled the contents of his glass a bit before taking a swig. "No, Uncle Alex, that's not what I'm saying." Letting out a sigh of frustration, looking down but not focusing on the words on paper. "I'm just saying -- I'm just saying that," I paused trying to think of what I was trying to say. "You're just saying that you want to blow off some steam," he finished for me. "I thought we had a little fun with dinner, Mona. I've let you drink plenty of wine tonight, despite the need to start homework. I feel as though I have made this a very relaxing night in spite of your schoolwork." He leaned forward and shifted slightly toward me after saying all this. His face was so close to mine. I bit my lip as my gaze fell on his mouth momentarily. I caught myself, heart racing, as I lifted my gaze to meet his eyes. His look felt different. Everything felt different. "You're right," my voice came out a little scratchy. I could feel my breaths getting heavier. I didn't understand what was happening. All I did understand was I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted... my Uncle Alex. "You've been very generous tonight," I whispered. "Yes, I have Mona," he brushed his hand across my cheek and tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. "Now, be a good girl and put in thirty more minutes of work, and then maybe we will have some fun." I noticed his gaze lower to my mouth, and then lower. A shiver ran through my whole body. This had to be the wine. There was no way my teacher, my uncle, was looking at me like that. "Oh, okay. Cool, thanks." My response felt so lame and immature, but I felt at a complete loss. What was happening? Was I imagining the looks he was giving me? Did I want him so bad that I concocted this fantasy? He pulled away from me and leaned back into his previous position. He returned his attention to his phone and his wine, so I did my best to return my attention to my homework. During this third thirty-minute interval, I found it harder to focus than the first time around. I kept feeling his knee grazing mine when he leaned in close before. I could still feel his hand brush against my cheek. It was as if everywhere he touched me had marked me permanently. I tried to get my mind off my uncle and focus on my schoolwork. This assignment needed to be perfect. I could already feel the family guilt party for my failing Uncle Alex's class. I didn't want to disappoint everyone, and, despite Uncle Alex's worries about the placement of blame, I knew I would take the brunt of it. I took the time to try to clear my mind and really put in some effort. I felt him move closer, but I didn't look up. I could feel myself take a deep inhale as his presence seemed to dominate my world. My hands shook as I tried finishing the paragraph I had been working on. It felt as though he was reading my work over my shoulder. I wanted his approval in hopes of having a worthwhile reward. At some point, I realized I stopped breathing, my nerves on fire. "This is some of your best work," Uncle Alex spoke so softly as he continued reading. "Maybe you should do all of your work under supervision." I glanced at him, and he was smirking at me with a cocked eyebrow. I could feel myself swallow as I set my pen down. "May-maybe I should." He nodded silently as he took the assignment from me and set it on the table. "This is a great start, and I'm glad you agree you should be supervised during your homework sessions. I have been texting your mom about you coming over here more often for tutoring, and she thinks that is a great idea." I stared at him in shock. That's what he has been doing on his phone? Of course, Mom agreed to it. She probably thinks this weekend staying here is absolutely ingenious. I felt myself reddening in a mixture of shame, annoyance and probably the wine. I threw back the rest of my glass as I sulked a bit. "So, you're my tutor or my teacher or my babysitter?" I didn't know why this irked me so much. I mean, I wanted to be wrapped up in his gaze moments before. Now? I can't help but feel like the child they both still seem to see me as. I close my book, turning my glance away from him, feeling far too conflicted. "Come on now," Uncle Alex leaned forward looking slightly amused, "I thought we were all in agreement this is what was best for you." I played with the hemline of my skirt as I purposely avoided eye contact. My very taboo fantasies having been running wild enough, now I'll be in close quarters with him more? He almost seemed to have known what I've been thinking about at times too. Maybe he finds it all very amusing and is having a good laugh about it. Maybe though, I'm not the only one having thoughts they shouldn't. "You're probably right," I sighed. I needed to focus. This was about school, not my weird attraction to my uncle and teacher. "Before we get ahead of ourselves though, what is my extra credit assignment?" "Hmm, why don't we wait to talk about all of that until tomorrow. We have both had plenty to drink, and you've worked fairly hard tonight. I wouldn't want to ride you too hard, just yet." I could have sworn he winked before he stood up and took our glasses. Boy, he was right. I needed sleep before I could do anything else. I suddenly felt exhausted, and began packing my books back in my backpack. "Would you like the bathroom first?" I offered, immediately blushing as I pictured him in the shower. Yup, definitely needed to sleep off the wine. That's why all of this had been so much worse than usual. "No, you go ahead and take it. I just installed a new shower head this week, so the pressure should be perfect." I smiled and thanked him as I made my way to the back. I bring all my toiletries to the shared bathroom and begin looking for bath towels. All the ones I found seemed to be a bit small, but I shrugged it off thinking nothing of it. Uncle Alex wasn't wrong about the water pressure as I stood in the steady stream, feeling the hot water run down every curve and crevice of my body. The new shower head looked a little odd in the middle, but I figured it was just some new kind I hadn't seen before. I took my sweet time lathering up, spending a little extra time on my chest, loving how my breasts felt when being caressed. My boobs were bigger than any of my friends, and I didn't always love their size of 38 D. My areolas were quite big too, and a peachy pink color. I pinched and twisted my hard nipples a couple of times, making myself gasp and moan softly, thankful for the shower drowning out any sounds. The fleshy mounds did enjoy getting massaged though, and in these moments, I was more okay having such a heavy chest. I moved one hand lower and began to play with a different wetness. This is why I had been so distracted from my schoolwork lately. Everyone I know had been having sex, and I would love to be on that side of everyone. My boyfriend, however, thinks waiting until marriage is the only proper way to have one's first time. I have been so sexually frustrated and trying to convince him to change his mind, my grades have been slipping. I don't want to just sleep with anyone, but I also have been thinking maybe there's another way or person I could lose it to and still be special. I played with myself, finding myself imagining my uncle for a moment until I felt a light shiver through my body. I've never actually imagined anyone besides my boyfriend while teasing myself. My fingers moved along my tight slit easily as my arousal lubricated them. My breathing became more erratic as small, soft moans escaped my pouty lips, my fingers gliding with slightly more speed and pressure. "Oh god," I gasped aloud, my breaths heavy. Stopping my movements, I listened for anyone passing by. That was too loud. I can't be so loud. I quickly got out of the shower, trying to convince myself there's no way Uncle Alex could know what I was doing in there. As I toweled off, I realized I didn't bring clothes in with me. Crap. Doing my best, I attempted to wrap my body in this tiny towel, feeling quite exposed as I left. Alex stood right outside the bathroom door without a shirt on, smirking at me as I kept maneuvering the towel to stay on my body. "Have fun in there?" he asked with a sense of knowing in his tone. I feel myself flushing even harder. Did he know? How long had he been waiting here? "Sure. Pressure was good," I answered half-heartedly, trying to move around him. "You sure it was enough pressure? Got the job done?" I could feel my mouth fall open in both shock and unknowing how to answer. Does he know? Was I that obvious? Maybe he was really just being hospitable, and I'm the only one being dirty. "Wouldn't want you to go to bed having had an unsatisfactory shower," his whispers seemed to be going straight to my pent-up libido. A shiver ran through me, and this only seemed to satisfy him. "I -- I'm fine," my words stammered out as my body trembled. "You are?" He used that teacher tone when he knew you didn't really study for something. Uncle Alex trailed his fingers down my arm, goosebumps rising behind his touch. My body more responsive to him than to me. "You don't have to be so polite. Tell me if you didn't get everything you needed out of the shower." He moved his hand to my chin, tilting it up, forcing me to keep eye contact with him. My knees went weak. How were so many cliches real? Why didn't I react this strongly to my age-appropriate boyfriend? Why was I whimpering? "I shouldn't... I can't..." I whispered to him, unable to hide the desperation in my voice. "Well, that is a shame," he murmured as his hand left my chin. "Perhaps this is why you are failing my class, as well as a couple of others, Mona." Uncle Alex took a step back, crossing his arms as he eyed me sternly. "There will be many times in life that you need help, need to vocalize what might be wrong. People can't help you if you refuse to ask for it, or take it when it's being offered." As he lectured me, my mind began to clear from its lustful haze, although my body still felt on edge. "Perhaps tomorrow you'll be more willing to actually let me in and help." With that, he moved past me and into the bathroom. I clutched the towel more tightly to my body as I went in my room. I was a mix of emotions. The lust was still there, of course. Frustration with myself for believing in that fantasy for a moment in the hall. Annoyance at my uncle's lecture, not to mention him making the decision with my mom to force me to get tutored with him. I threw on the oversized t-shirt I always wear to bed and threw my damp hair up in a bun. Despite the shower, I was tired. I crawled into bed, vowing I would just get whatever I was supposed to get done for this extra credit and force myself to stop fantasizing about my uncle. Sleep came to me all too quickly, the combination of the wine and the shower sending me into a deep slumber. ... Alex: I spent longer in the shower than I usually do. I wanted to make sure she was asleep. Mona's always slept like the dead, and add alcohol to the mix, she should be out fully. I knew she had a crush on me. Kids at school always think no one overhears their whispered conversations in the hall. I listen in to gather whatever information is needed to ensure everyone in my class is doing okay. I've heard the occasional couple of school girls call me hot, but I never paid much attention. Until Mona admitted it. I've had very taboo ideas when it comes to my niece. I've not been able to make any relationship work long term because she was my ultimate fantasy. She's filled in so perfectly, looking the part of a little fuckdoll. She's still so innocent though. That just makes me want her more. I pushed too hard too quickly tonight though. I already have her lined up to spend more time over here. Before long, we'll have half her stuff over here just for ease. I was being greedy. I want her. I want her to submit to me. I also need to make sure she actually passes, even if just barely, her classes so that she can graduate. I just need to continue dangling the prospect in front of her. Make her believe we are in love. Let her fall into this forbidden romance. It will take time. A little push, then a little pull. I had the new camera showerhead installed to help me on nights she won't be here. And, on the nights she is... My mind wandered to my teen niece in her bed. So near mine. I needed to see if she was asleep yet. I needed to start taking her now. I needed to remind myself of patience. I would have her, in time. My future little fuckdoll. I made sure I was completely dry before stepping out of the shower. I knew she wouldn't wake, but I wanted to take no risks in the process. I did the gentlest of knocks on her door and waited. Nothing. Opening the door slowly, I stepped in. I decided to leave the door open enough to allow some light in so I could better see, but also in case I needed to make a quick escape. I gazed down at her with an evil grin. I wouldn't take her tonight. I wanted her awake, aware, begging. But, no harm in taking a quick peek, right? Gently, I began to pull the covers off her body. She shivered, shifted slightly, then continued on with her deep breathing. I drank in the sight of her in that oversized t-shirt. Briefly, I wondered if I could get her to start wearing my shirts to sleep in, instead of whomever's this was. My mind raced as I thought about what kind of panties my little doll wears to bed. Carefully, I lifted the hem at the bottom of her shirt and began to lift it. I had to bite my lip to keep myself from groaning out when I saw she was completely bare down there. Either she forgot to put on panties before she crawled into bed, or she regularly didn't wear them to sleep. I hoped it was the latter. With precise tugs and cautious breaths, I pulled her shirt further up until her breasts were visible too. Lord almighty. Natural, perky, round, topped with raised pink little nubs. Thoughts swam through my head, all the ways I was going to convince Mona to allow me access to these parts of her a little at a time. She wasn't an idiot, but she was young and naive. And, she trusted me. If only she knew what I was doing right this moment. With a heavy sigh and one last longing look, I pulled her blankets back over her body. Such a little temptress, even as she slept. I could wait though. Perhaps, tomorrow, she'll make some good progress. Speaking of progress, I noticed her phone on her nightstand. It took two tries before I had the correct pin. My poor naive niece. I took her phone with me back to my room, not wanting to risk her waking up to me scrolling through it. Once safely in my own bed, I began to scroll through. How innocent was she really? Were she and that boyfriend already having sex? Does she send him pictures or videos? Does she tell anyone about any of her fantasies? I spent an hour backreading conversations with her boring boyfriend. He's talking about waiting until marriage, and while she agrees, I can read her reluctance. She doesn't want to wait, which I can definitely use to my advantage. Getting bored of the boyfriend, I moved to her camera folder. There's a bunch of quotes, mostly about romance, mixed in with the pictures of her. Her pictures are all sweet and tame, making them that much sexier when there's a tease of skin here, a flash of cleavage there. She's a natural little fuckdoll, she just needs the right hand to guide her. I didn't realize I had been stroking myself until some precum dribbled onto my hand. What a waste. Won't be long though. She doesn't seem to confide in any of her friends, who all say lots of inappropriate things to her about both me and her boyfriend. Just more of the same of what I overheard at school, except, over text, Mona seems to be able to avoid answering better than in person. After another hour of snooping through her phone while edging myself, her phone died. I could keep stroking, maybe even to completion. My hand moves up and down my length as I remember what she looked like in her bed. If she were in bed with me now, like she will be in the future, I wouldn't be able to hold myself back. My hand worked itself a little harder, imagining what she must feel like. I didn't know which I was most looking forward to: her mouth or her cunt. My hips rose and fell in tandem with my hand, as I pictured sliding myself into one orifice and then the other. My cock leaked more precum onto my hand, making it move more easily along the throbbing length. I wondered how many times I could just do this, touch myself, to her, in front of her, without her realizing. The thought made me harder. I hadn't ever had thoughts like these until Mona. It was like she awoke the most perverted parts of me, and the only person I want to benefit from them, other than myself, is her. Plans began to formulate in my head to alter, only slightly, the ones I had already been making. I pictured stroking myself, just as I am now, right over her as she does her extra credit. Fuck. Why am I doing this myself when she was right in there? Yet, my hand moves with more determination as soon as I think about her proximity to me. I wondered if maybe I didn't push her hard enough rather than too hard. Maybe, if I'd pushed a little harder, I'd be fucking her instead of my hand. My hips thrust up as I imagine thrusting into her as she rides my dick. I can almost hear what she would sound like just from the noises she made at dinner tonight. Only from a deeper place, and without holding back. I closed my eyes as I jerked myself off to images that will hopefully become reality soon. I almost stopped when I heard her footsteps in the hall. I hadn't closed either of our doors all the way, but I had expected her to still be out of it. Still, she wasn't saying anything. I kept my eyes closed even though I could hear the squeak of my door as it opened slightly further. I could feel her watching me. I kept my eyes closed and tried to suppress a smirk as I slowed my hand. Knowing I had an audience, and who it was, brought me right to the edge. That's right, baby. Watch me cum for you. No sooner had I thought it, then I was shooting onto my hand and stomach with a moaning, "Mona," I allowed to escape my lips. I grunted over her quiet gasp that I pretended to not hear. A few more pleasure-filled curses hissed out as I milked every drop I could for her to see. Just to ensure the seed was fully planted, I moaned out, "Fuck, Mona, I love you." I casually stroked myself as I lay in the blissful aftermath of my orgasm. I listened intently for my niece, hoping that last line would sit with her. After a few minutes, I heard her walk back into her room and close the door. Satisfied with how that turned out, I cleaned myself up and went to bed much more hopeful about how tomorrow would go.
