Page 6 of Filthy Uncle To Go

Yet Jenna seems mostly unaffected, save for a soft flush on her cheeks.

“Green beans?” she asks, turning with the dish in her hands.

“Yes please,” I reply as she serves a portion onto my plate. Then, I grab the bowl of mashed potatoes and help myself to some creamy spuds, avoiding eye contact with Jenna at all costs. God, I need to keep it together.

Meanwhile, others begin to talk while enjoying the food.

“So, Jenna, how are things at school?” Connie asks. The beautiful girl next to me smiles.

“Pretty good, Grandma. I did really well on my midterms a few weeks ago,” she says. “I’m really hoping for a 4.0 this semester.”

“Of course you’ll do well,” Connie says. “You’ve always been such a bright girl.” She smiles at Jenna lovingly, causing the buxom brunette to smile as well.

“Plus, I’ve found a really great internship working with the homeless here in the city. I’ll get to help those in need, and it’ll look great on my resume when I apply for jobs after graduation,” Jenna adds. “What do you think?”

I stare at her with admiration and surprise because honestly, I can’t name a single person I know that would work with the homeless. We’re in NYC, so just about everyone I know either works for a huge corporation, or Wall Street, or both. Yet Jenna’s different. She clearly has a heart made out of gold, and not only is she gorgeous on the outside, she’s beautiful on the inside too.

“That’s wonderful, sweetheart. I’m so proud of you,” Connie says as she turns toward her husband. “Gerald, isn’t that wonderful?”

“Yeah,” he says as he scoops cranberry sauce onto his plate. “Jenna has always been the brains of this family,” the old man chuckles, his hearty laugh filling the room.

“Thanks, Grandpa,” Jenna blushes, but before she can get another word out, she’s interrupted by her sister Natalie.

“I’m going to be in my school’s fashion show in a few weeks,” Natalie proclaims brightly, flinging her long blonde hair over one shoulder. “It’s going to be awesome.”

“Well, you’re certainly very pretty,” Connie encourages. Natalie nods.

“Thanks, Grandma. I’ll be wearing the most expensive outfit in the show because I’m the only one skinny enough to fit in it,” Natalie brags, shaking her hair again. “Again: awesome!”

Jenna silently pours gravy onto her mashed potatoes, seemingly unbothered by Natalie’s boastful manner. It’s almost as if she’s used to her sister’s rudeness, and somehow, it doesn’t irritate her. The women I’m used to would be annoyed, by contrast; in fact, they would’ve told the blonde off. Instead, Jenna handles the situation with grace, and I can’t help but admire her for it.

“That’s lovely, dear,” Connie murmurs. “A fashion show! How fun!”

It amazes me that Jenna doesn’t bother to compete for attention. She may be a shy girl, but it takes a certain amount of confidence to remain calm when someone else steals the spotlight. Damn, I’m even more attracted to her now than I was before. Jenna might be young, but she’s clearly mature with excellent judgment.

As dinner continues, the conversations become more animated as everyone catches up. Natalie and Kendrick are boisterous and loud, while Jenna is mysterious and alluring with her quiet voice and unassuming chitchat. Holy shit. I eat while talking and laughing with the other guests, but the whole time, I’m completely aware of her. Our elbows bump a few times, and my body hardens from just those few touches. Suddenly, Leanne’s cheery voice interrupts.

“Anyone in the mood for dessert?” our hostess asks brightly.

Although our stomachs are full, just about everyone’s eyes light up at the mention of a sweet treat to complete our meal. The other guests are craving homemade apple pie, but I’m craving something else entirely. I watch with avid eyes as the curvy girl gets up from the table to help her mother in the kitchen. Her hips sway from side to side, hypnotizing me, and my thoughts begin to drift again.

Jenna needs a man like me, one who knows how to handle her luscious assets. A body like that wasn’t made for guys her age because they wouldn’t know how to please her. But I do. I’ll touch her in her secret places until she’s begging and pleading for more. I’ll put her thighs around my head as she creams mightily into my mouth. Then, I’ll push her legs up, baring that sweet slit, and claim her so thoroughly that she forgets her name altogether. Oh shit. I’ve really lost it and I’ve got to stop this. After all, Jenna’s a natural beauty with a gorgeous buxom figure to match, but I shouldn’t want her this way. It’s wrong. I know better than to give into my deepest desires.

However, I’m also a man who gets what he wants and as the beautiful brunette comes out of the kitchen with an apple pie in hand, all my resolutions fly out of the window. Her lush breasts are eye level with the pie, and my mouth waters. I have to taste her, and to feel those hard nipples between my lips. I need to sample the nectar between her thighs, and as she glances at me, sparks sizzle in the air again. Suddenly, I realize that Jenna wants it too, and it’s game on for both of us.

5

Jenna

Oh gosh, I still feel tingly all over from sitting next to Uncle Drake during dinner. I tried my best not to stare at him, but it was impossible to keep my eyes off of him for too long. He’s completely irresistible, and my heart throbbed inside of my chest as we spoke briefly at the dinner table. I thought it was about to explode, but luckily, dinner ended before it could.

I gaze at him one last time as he and the rest of our guests head into the living room to watch a football game. He disappears in the crowd, and I’m left in the dining room alone, collecting the dirty dishes. Since Mom did all of the cooking, I figured it was only right that I clean up after everyone. I stack the plates on top of one another and carry them into the kitchen.

A roar comes from the living room as our guests cheer on one of the teams playing in the game. I place the dirty fine china into the sink and rinse each plate off before carefully soaping and drying them. Another reason I volunteered to clean up was to escape Uncle Drake’s magnetic form. Being in the same room with him drives my senses crazy.

Everything about him is sexy! His eyes, his muscular frame, the way he laughs, his successful career, everything! My heart is still pounding from locking eyes with him. I could stare into those piercing blue irises all day long, never once getting tired of them. I nearly fainted as our hands grazed one another, sending tingles throughout my body. I hope he didn’t notice how red my cheeks got. I don’t want him to think I’m weird for having a crush on him.

I wish the line between what’s right and what’s wrong wasn’t so blurry. He’s like an uncle to me, but there’s absolutely no blood relation between us, so a romantic relationship between the two of us technically wouldn’t be wrong. But my family would never approve of it. It would probably shatter my parents’ hearts if anything ever did happen between us, and God only knows what it would do to my grandparents.