Page 11 of Filthy Uncle To Go

Fuck. What do I do? I want to be there for Jenna, but I’m not sure this is a good idea. After all, I’m still fantasizing about the woman. Just last night, I stroked myself while imagining Jenna in bed with me, moaning as she took me deep. It was totally wrong, but a man can’t be arrested for what goes on in his head.

“Hello? Drake?” Leanne asks over the phone.

“Sorry, I’m here,” I respond.

“So, do you think you’ll be able to go in our place? Jenna would sure love to have you there. You’ve always been her favorite uncle,” she says.

“I am?” I ask incredulously.

“Of course. Her face lights up whenever you’re around. I think it’s because you always send her those novels she loves. I swear, she reads those things in less than a day,” she says.

“I had no idea.”

“She could really use you by her side this weekend, Drake,” Leanne continues persuasively. “I wish there was a way that either Michael or myself could be there, but Natalie insists on having both of us with her.”

I grow silent as I contemplate the request again. I don’t want to let Jenna down, but following closely behind her as she struts around campus is going to drive me insane. My heart throbs inside of my chest just thinking of it. My lustful thoughts are wrong, but a weekend alone with Jenna also sounds like paradise.

Meanwhile, Leanne’s still waiting on the other end of the phone for my response. I open my mouth to say no, but to my surprise, I say yes.

“Sure,” I growl. “No problem.”

“Oh, thank you, Drake! You have no idea how much this means to us,” she babbles, unaware of my true feelings for her adopted daughter. “You’ve really helped us out of a bind.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I reply, trying not to sound too excited for the upcoming weekend.

“You’re a lifesaver. I’m so glad we have you to rely on,” she says. “You’re such a great addition to the family.”

A knot forms in my stomach as she thanks me profusely again. I wish I could change my mind about going, but it’s too late now. I feel like shit because the Millers honestly trust me with their daughter. I would never do anything to hurt Jenna, but I haven’t had a pure thought about her since that fateful Thanksgiving.

“Anytime,” I say, the knot growing bigger inside of my gut.

“I’ll send you all of the information in an email, and I’ll let Jenna know you’re coming. She’s going to be so excited to see you, and don’t worry, there are a lot of fun events. A guide will take you on a tour, then you’ll have a buffet style lunch in the cafeteria, and they’ll have a few activities for the parents to do with the students. The weekend will pretty much fly by,” she says.

I grimace, although of course, Leanne can’t see.

“Okay, sounds good,” I say.

“Thanks again. Talk to you soon Drake! Bye now!” Leanne chirps.

“See ya,” I say as I hang up, my heart jumping inside of my chest.

I lean against the counter, my elbow bumping into the coffee mug. Luckily, the steaming cup of joe doesn’t spill. I glance down at it. With the adrenaline rush I’m feeling right now, I no longer need the hot java to wake me up. In fact, I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep over the next couple of days because my excitement will keep me wide awake as I lie in bed and anticipate seeing Jenna’s curvaceous figure once more.

Then again, I’m still not sure if Jenna is even attracted to me. Hell, she might just think of me as the loving uncle who showers her with her favorite novels. Maybe I’ve completely misread her blushing cheeks and batting eyelashes. What if this mutual attraction is actually completely one-sided? I’d feel like a fool.

Once again, inner turmoil festers inside of me, driving me mad. I wish things between us were simple and that Jenna wasn’t my late wife’s niece. It’s all very complicated, and now this Parents Weekend thing has thrown an additional curveball my way. I’m supposed to be attending it as a “father figure,” but my thoughts are anything but fatherly. I want to do things to Jenna that she’s probably only read in her novels and more. I want her moaning in my arms, and then I want to hold her, stroking those curls as she comes down from a shuddering climax. I want to teach her everything about what happens between a man and woman, but unfortunately, this wanting is utterly taboo.

8

Jenna

Twirling back and forth in the mirror, I stare at the dark blue jeans hugging my wide hips and plump bottom. A sigh slips from my lips as I unzip them and take them off, kicking them to the side. I’ve tried on what seems like a million different outfits, but nothing feels right. I huff as I plop down onto my dorm bed in nothing but a pair of panties and a matching bra.

I probably shouldn’t care so much, but I want to look perfect for Uncle Drake. It’s not like he’ll be paying much attention to my outfit; he’s only coming to visit me because my mom begged him to. Yet foolishly, I’ve been fantasizing that this weekend together will spark a passionate flame between us, one that’s inextinguishable. I know it’s silly, but I can’t help but hope that we’ll fall hopelessly in love with each other and have a happily ever after. It’s the romance novels I’ve been reading. I blame the authors for creating these desires in my head that can’t be quenched.

After all, it would be absurd for Uncle Drake to be into me. He’s a handsome billionaire who could have any woman in the world; I doubt he’s interested in his own niece. I wish this crush would go away, but every time I think of him, it feels like my feelings grow stronger. I’ll probably always desire him, no matter what I do.

I sigh and stare at the pile of clothes I’ve created from trying on outfits. Drake will be here any minute now, and I still haven’t found anything to wear. I let out another sigh as I roll over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I don’t even know how I’m supposed to handle one-on-one time with him this weekend because I still get nervous in his presence. My heart is going to be as loud as a drum every time he so much as looks at me.