Page 3 of Filthy Uncle To Go

“Sorry, I think the turkey is finally done,” she says before scurrying off. “We’ll talk later okay?”

It’s fine. I can’t expect my hostess to talk only to me the entire party. I look around the living room, searching for a familiar face, but I don’t recognize most of the other guests. Walking around the living room, I try to eavesdrop on the conversations going on around me, hoping I hear that sweet voice from the intercom again. Where could she have disappeared to? Perhaps the kitchen. I take a step in that direction, but before I can go any farther, a familiar voice interrupts my quest.

“Drake? Is that you?” I glance over to my right and see Gerald and Connie, my late wife’s parents, sitting on the couch smiling at me. “I thought that was you,” the old man says. I walk over to him as he slowly stands up, both hands on his lower back.

“Hey, Gerald. How are you?” I ask.

“Alive, so that’s something,” he chuckles. He hugs me tightly, then releases me from his grasp.

“Connie, you look beautiful as always,” I say as I lean in and hug the older woman.

“Thank you, Drake,” she smiles. “It’s so nice to see you again. How long has it been?”

“Too long,” Gerald interjects.

“I’m glad to see you’re both doing well,” I say. Both of them have always been in good shape for their age. They’re in their seventies, but they don’t have nearly as many health issues as other retirees their age. Meanwhile, Gerald swings his arm around my shoulder as he pulls me in close.

“Neither one of us is ready to kick the bucket yet,” he jokes. “Isn’t that right, Con?”

His wife merely laughs merrily while patting his arm.

“Ignore my husband, Drake. How have you been? We’ve missed you so much. We didn’t see you at our Labor Day picnic this year,” Connie says.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I missed it. I was away on business, taking care of a few things in Japan,” I fib lightly.

“Well, I’m just glad you made it today. It’s always so good to see you,” she says as she holds my hand between both of hers.

“It’s good to see you too,” I reply, my words trailing off as I catch a glimpse of a gorgeous brunette helping Leanne set the dinner table. My heart skids to a stop. Could this be the woman who answered the intercom? But since when do guests help set the table?

I don’t recognize her, but her beauty makes my heart race in a way it’s never done before. God, the woman’s absolutely stunning with soft, bouncy chestnut curls and a curvaceous frame. She bends over the table slightly, which causes her sweater to rise and reveal her ample bottom and thick thighs. Shit, I shouldn’t be staring at another woman while I’m talking to my late wife’s parents, but dammit, I can’t take my eyes off of this gorgeous gal. She looks real, and not like the plastic ones I meet in my life.

I catch a glimpse of her face and my heart races. Shit, she’s young, that’s for certain. Her skin is creamy and flawless, with big brown eyes, a heart shaped chin, and lush, pink lips. Generous, plush breasts press against her sweater, the tantalizing vee between them making my mouth water. Who is this woman? She’s teasing me without even trying, her plump, luscious bottom mesmerizing me as she circles the table, setting down silverware.

Suddenly, she lets out a laugh at something Leanne has said, and glances to the left, only to catch me staring at her. The heat is immediate. A flush rises on those pink cheeks and I feel myself beginning to harden with instant arousal. Oh shit. All this from just a look?

“Drake, is everything okay?” Connie asks with total innocence. Shit, I completely forgot I was just in the middle of a conversation with the elderly couple. I nod and answer in what I hope is a normal tone.

“Yeah, sorry. My mind must have drifted,” I lie. “What was that again?”

Connie merely chortles.

“You’re probably just hungry, dear,” she says with a smile. “I can’t focus on anything either, with the smell of turkey in the room. Why don’t we move to the dining table? I think it’s time to eat.”

I say something inane and look for the buxom brunette again, but she’s disappeared. Nonetheless, I know she won’t be gone for long. It’s only a matter of time before I introduce myself for what I hope will be an evening of flirtation, leading to a passionate night of pleasure in my bed.

3

Jenna

My body goes warm as I stare into Drake’s piercing blue eyes. Does he know who I am? Does he realize that it’s me, little Jenna Miller? Then again, that possibility is unlikely because usually when Uncle Drake comes around, I rush into my bedroom and lock the door behind me. I’ve been a nerd for so long that I get nervous around anyone this handsome, even if he’s technically family.

But my feelings just can’t be helped. Ever since my junior year of high school, I’ve had the biggest crush on Drake. I’ve never told anyone, though. I mean, how could I? Technically, he isn’treallymy uncle since I’m adopted and he married into the Millers, but my feelings toward him are still taboo.

I know it shouldn’t be like this, but I can’t help myself. After all, Drake Morgan is gorgeous, hands down. He’s at least six three, with black as night hair, blue eyes, and the build of an Olympic swimmer. I’ve dreamed of losing myself in those strong arms more often than I’d like to admit, and secretly fantasize about him at the most inopportune moments.

But who am I kidding? He used to be married to my Aunt Naomi, and I’m such a naughty girl for even having these thoughts. But it’s been years since Naomi died in a car accident, so I wonder what Drake’s been up to. Working hard, certainly, but does he date? I snort. Of course he does. A man this handsome isn’t exactly sitting at home twiddling his thumbs. I bet he’s got a line of ladies parked outside his door, only too happy to give him whatever he wants.

But still, thisattraction. What do I do? In the past, I would have run to my bedroom to hide from Uncle Drake’s gaze, but my sister Natalie claimed the room after I left for college. Now, there’s nowhere for me to hide, short of locking myself in the bathroom, and I can’t do that all night.