Perverts 'R' Us

Uncle Gary

By Danyealle ( M/F, rom )

Sitting there, unable to move, I stared into his blue-green eyes, mesmerized. Something in me, I don't know what, pulled me in, like a moth to a flame. What the fuck was I doing? I mean he was almost old enough to be my father and here I was thinking about actually FUCKING him! No, it was more than that I knew. A whole lot more. Somewhere between the two of us a connection had been made. I could feel it and from the look in his eyes he was feeling something as well.

His left hand squeezed mine lightly; it had been there to move my fingers correctly on the frets to get the chord right. But that squeeze sent a jolt through my body, a stab of pure wanton lust and unbridled passion. Still though, I didn't move away like I knew I should. At that point I really didn't think my body would have obeyed any commands I might have given it. Stone statue still I sat there, gazing into those eyes.

What the fuck was I thinking? I couldn't do this! No matter what my body wanted, there was no way I could sleep with him. Age aside, he was a good friend of my father's and I doubted dear old Dad would approve of me sleeping with one of his friends. Not only that, but he was famous; that golden, rough voice of his had probably lured many women like me into his bed.

I may be a lot of things in this world, but a groupie was not one of them! Nor was I interested in a casual fuck from someone famous. But those eyes held me, frozen, unable to move. There was something in them, I wasn't sure what, and it held me there. Leaning forward he kissed me, softly, ever so softly. Despite knowing better I leaned into the kiss and surrendered without a fight.

It seemed like I had known him all my life. He and Dad had known each other since their younger days, having met on the rodeo circuit. After a year or so both of them had moved on to other things, making grown up lives for themselves. Dad went on to his profession; Gary had moved to Nashville where he tried to become a singer. They had kept in touch as old friends do.

I was the last of six children and the only girl in a house full of brothers. To me he was Uncle Gary, Dad's buddy. By the time I was a teenager I knew who he was; Uncle Gary was a famous country singer. Looking back now I can honestly say I never had a crush on him. I mean from my perspective he was OLD, like Dad, not something I was remotely interested in. After all I saw him a few times a year, and I had known his wife and kids.

There wasn't anything there I was interested in. His fame wasn't anything that I was interested in. By my teenage years I was jaded in that area. My brothers were becoming somewhat famous in the sport they participated in, so fame was nothing new to me. Uncle Gary just had a different version of it was all. While I was in my last two years of high school Gary's star was rising rapidly and he didn't come around as much as he once did.

Then came college for me and I moved away for four years. Now I was always the tomboy. I lived in beat-up jeans, tee shirts, and old worn-out cowboy boots. That suited me fine. After all I grew up with five brothers and being girly was something I didn't know. Up until my first year in college I was still stick-skinny and flat-chested. It was then that I finally filled out. Those curves all my friends had in high school finally found me. It had just had taken a bit longer to catch up to me.

Not only that, the breast fairy had put me on her route after so many years of neglect. It was funny, it seemed to me that one day I was my usual flat-chested self then the next morning I woke up, looked down and there they were. WOW! Tits! Damn, how did that happen?

Those clothes I had been so comfortable in for so long no longer fit, and the ones I bought to replace them seemed strange. For so long I was used to the tomboy that I was and now a strange woman that wasn't half bad looking was staring back from the mirror at me. Not only that, men started taking notice. Well, yeah, that was kinda' neat. Sure, I had dated in high school but I never really had a steady beau, so this was really weird.

My first visit home after that was almost comical. Mom and Dad of course were pleasantly surprised. Their daughter had finally left the tomboy behind at school and the woman had come home, what they had waited for since high school.

My brothers on the other hand were a bit harder to deal with. For the first time I think they saw me as female. They noticed the guys and the way they looked at me, the same way those horn-dogs looked at women. After all those years of me being just another one of the guys the protective big brothers finally came out. From my end it was a laugh riot.

We didn't get to see Gary much during this time. Finally he was at the top of his profession, touring and making music, doing what he had longed for since he moved to Nashville. As a matter of fact it wasn't until the first year of my master's degree that he saw me again. It was actually really funny on my end. At the usual B-B-Q my Dad held for the 4th of July was the first time he had actually seen me in a few years, and the double take from him almost made me die laughing.

Dad actually had to convince him that I was the skinny tomboy with the scabbed-up knees he had known for so long. But I hadn't changed much really. Sure I knew how to dress up, but I wasn't interested. For me, I was more comfortable going to the local honky-tonk than going out to a fancy restaurant. I was still the tomboy but now I was just full-grown is all.

Looking back now, I can understand the look he gave me when I gave him his normal kiss on the cheek goodbye. It was the same kind of look a male friend of yours has the first time he notices that his friend is a woman, and possible dating material. To me though, he was still just Uncle Gary, Dad's buddy.

I moved back close to home to get my doctorate. Mom and Dad were happy about that; they got to see me more. Those six years away from home had changed me. The tomboy was gone forever and I had grown up finally. Sure, I still liked what I liked and I was more comfortable being plain than dressing up, but I had matured. Being away from my brothers had helped. As much as I loved them, five older brothers can be intimidating to men who have an interest in you.

When I left for college I had been a virgin. That was no more. Finally I had discovered men as something more than good friends and roughhousing buddies. While away from home I had gone through those rites of passage all of us do: dating, your first love, and your first heartbreak. All of those, and I had grown from them like all of us do.

Even though Mom and Dad would have loved it I didn't move back home. That would have put a crimp in my dating and what not. Let's face it, I was used to being on my own and doing what I pleased. Moving back home with Mom and Dad would have made me give up a lot of the things I was used to doing. Taking an apartment in town, I went on with the life I was building.

Even as a child, music had fascinated me, all those neat sounds you could make from various instruments. No, I had never considered it as a profession; that hadn't interested me at all. I just wanted to have some fun with it. That fun came in the form of my own band. We knew what we were, just a bar band out to have some fun, not something that was headed for stardom. It was our stress relief and a way to cut loose. We didn't do many gigs, just here and there, but it was fun. That fun is what got me into this situation.

Over winter break, Gary had come to visit Dad. Still he was riding that wave of stardom, but like most people who had chased that dream, it was no fairy tale with him getting everything he wanted. The constant touring and studio work had taken its toll on his marriage and he and his wife had finally gotten a divorce. It was amicable but it still hurt, like it does for anyone.

He was in a period of adjustment, trying to gain his bearings and get back on track. So like he had always done in the past when he needed to gain his perspective back, he visited Mom and Dad to get a rest and relax with old friends. Well, one weekend we had a gig at one of the local rock clubs that catered to the college kids. It was one of those raucous places that always smelled of smoke and was packed with people looking to have fun. We did our first set as usual, then took a break.

While we were on stage Mom and Dad came in with Gary in tow. Under those normal north Texas redneck clothes and that big hat, no one gave him a second look, thinking him just another one of the locals. For him it was a great break from being the star and a chance to act normal and have some fun. During the evening both Mom and I danced with him a couple of times, having a good time. Thinking nothing of it, when the night was over I gave them all a kiss goodbye, including Gary. He got his normal Uncle Gary kiss on the cheek, and then I headed to my place.

Around noon the next day the phone jarred me out of my peaceful slumber. Grabbing it, I muttered a still half-asleep, "Whaddaya want?"

That deep chuckle I had known all my life echoed in my ear, "I am gathering I woke you, Sleeping Beauty."

Sitting up, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and stretched, "Hey, Uncle Gary, what's up?"

I could hear him shifting around a bit and there seemed to be a bit of a tense undertone to his voice but it was the casual soft southern accent I had known most of my life. "I was just wanting to tell you that I enjoyed your playing last night. You have some talent."

Grinning a bit I replied, "Thanks Uncle Gary, coming from you that is one helluva compliment."

"It was meant to be one. You're good, Mickey, damn good."

"Thanks again, Uncle Gary."

"A little more polish and you could hit it big." Before I could tell him I had no interest in doing it for a living he pushed on, "Tell you what, how about I come up and give you a couple pointers? Nothing you know huge, but just some things that could polish your technique a bit. What do ya say?"

Hey, this was an offer I couldn't refuse; guitar lessons from a star! "Sure, give me an hour though."

"Sure thing, kiddo, see you then." Then the phone clicked and the buzz was in my ear.

Dragging my tired ass out of bed I crawled into the shower to wash away the cobwebs. By the time he rang the doorbell I was in my normal jeans and sweatshirt, having my second cup of coffee and I was at least coherent. Settling down in opposite chairs in the living room, he showed me some techniques and fingering that did improve what I was doing. Then suddenly he stopped and just looked into my eyes. That's when I found myself getting lost in the eyes so many women all over the world swooned over. We kissed.

As that kissed deepened he slid out of his chair and knelt on the floor between my knees, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. With one hand I unsnapped the strap of the guitar and let it slide to the floor where it landed with a soft discordant twang. Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him to me. Through the thick fleece of my sweatshirt I could feel the rapid tattoo of his heartbeat and I felt the rise and fall of his chest. Gradually that kiss deepened into something more insistent, almost rough.

One of his hands slid under the tail of my sweatshirt and softly trailed over my flesh, working its way around to the front then sliding over skin that was tingling to one breast, softly cupping it, one finger teasing the nipple, making it swell a bit more and tingle. Moaning into his mouth, I pressed a bit tighter to him, one hand wandering up, and my fingers ran through the hair on the back of his head.

It was he who broke off the kiss, his hand sliding out from under the tail of my shirt, resting back on his heels, looking at me. Licking my swollen lips, I looked at him, breathing heavily. For the first time in my life I was seeing him the way thousands of other women did, a very sexy man who had something about him that pulled you in.

No, he wasn't my normal type. He was much older than anyone I had ever dated, and there were a few gray hairs in that soft brown hair of his. He was not one of the skinny, toned men I knew. He was what we call a big ol' farm boy, not fat but husky, having meat on his bones, stocky, of medium height. But he was sexy. It radiated from him and you couldn't miss it, not because of his fame, no, it came from who he was. I suppose it had always been there but I had never noticed it. Now I was though, and it made me block out any doubts or reasons I had for not wanting to do anything with him.

Standing up and without saying a word he held his hand out to me, still looking deeply in my eyes. Without hesitation I took it, rising from my chair. Softly holding my hand he led me to my bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed he gently pulled me to him, putting one arm around my waist, looking up at me. Pressing closer to him I wrapped my arms around his neck and just gazed into his eyes.

Reaching up he put one hand behind my head and drew me down into another kiss, passionate and animalistic at the same time. Gently his tongue parted my lips and slid into my mouth. Pulling me tighter to him, gently, with a liquid movement, he turned me and laid me on the bed on my back. Shifting around he straddled my waist, on his knees. With shaking hands he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the floor.

Leaning over, propping himself on his hands, he kissed me, his tongue once again sliding into my mouth. Wrapping my arms around his middle I pulled her down to my chest, holding him tightly to me. Without realizing what I was doing I wrapped my legs around his waist and started to stroke up and down his back softly, my mouth locked with his.

Slowly he rolled us over onto our sides, his mouth still locked on mine. Then he broke off the kiss and moved back a bit, un-tangling himself from my leg lock. Gently he stripped off my sweatshirt, tossing it onto the floor. Then, with a touch that can only come from experience, my jeans were unbuttoned and sliding down my legs before ending up on the floor as well.

Shivering slightly, I looked at him. Smiling he ran one rough finger down my chest, over the soft swell of my 36C breasts, then tracing gently down my slightly concave but toned stomach to the waistband of my panties. Leaning forward he kissed me again, that same passionate kiss as before, while his hand slid into my panties and one finger found my clit. Slowly he rubbed in it in slow, practiced circles, making me moan into his mouth and press tighter to him.

While his finger slowly toyed with that little button his other hand slid around and pulled me tighter to him, my breasts crushed against his smooth chest. Propping one leg over his hip, I pressed my crotch onto his finger. Sliding one hand down his chest, I let it wander to his crotch where I felt the bulge of his cock. Softly I rubbed it through the worn fabric of his jeans, feeling it throb against my palm. Groaning into my mouth, he pressed it into the palm of my hand, his fingers never stopping.

As the petting became more intense both of us were becoming more aroused, sweat beading on our overheated bodies. Pulling away from him slightly I fumbled with the button on his jeans, my shaking fingers making it hard to get it undone. But soon I had them unbuttoned and unzipped. Then with his help I slid them down his legs and he kicked them off. Hooking his thumbs in my panties he had them off me in a flash, tossing them aside. Gently he pushed me over onto my back and slid between my parted thighs.

Leaning forward, his lips once again locked on mine as I felt his cock rub up and down on my soaking crotch. Slowly and gently he slid himself into me, and then he started to slide in and out, his finger once again finding my clit. Wrapping my arms around him I drew up my legs and clutched his waist with them, gently pushing myself down onto him, moaning in his mouth.

With that rhythm that older men seemed to know better than anyone else, he started to thrust into me, slowly, letting me feel all of him. Moaning into his mouth I clutched onto him tightly, shaking and quivering. It wasn't long before my longish, ash blonde hair hung around my face in sweaty snaggles and I was writhing around under him. Closing my eyes I arched up onto him, my legs tightening around his waist. Pulling his mouth off of mine, he propped himself up on his hands and started to thrust in harder and faster.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Mickey." he said, his voice a husky growl. Opening my eyes I looked up into his. His body was slick and shiny with sweat, a look of lust on his handsome face.

That practiced finger of his working harder on my clit, he grinned a bit, "I want to see what those beautiful blue eyes of yours look like when you cum." Moaning louder, I shook all over, his thrusts and fingers bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Panting heavily, he thrust deeper and harder into me, the slap of flesh against flesh filling the room.

Then I felt that familiar tingle start, starting from the small knot in my stomach then radiating out as the most intense orgasm I had ever had swept over me. Those delicious contractions filled my crotch, clamping around his thrusting cock as if they didn't want him to leave my body. Arching off of the bed I let out a long, lusty howl of pure ecstasy, legs tightening around his waist. With a loud moan he thrust into me one last time and ground his pelvis into mine, then he let loose with his own, his seed spraying deep inside me.

When it was over I lay there, on my side, snuggled into his chest, his strong arms holding me, my head resting against his sweaty shoulder. Softly he stroked up and down my back, kissing me on top of my head, still breathing heavily. Lying like that we dozed off. When I woke up he was already awake, propped up on one elbow, looking down at me, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Tracing one finger down the side of my face he said softly, "No more of the Uncle Gary bit, OK? Somehow it doesn't feel right to have my lover calling me that."

There must have been a funny look on my face because that boyish grin that so many women around the world love surfaced and his eyes twinkled. Winking he said, "Now you don't think I would just have a one night stand with my best friend's daughter now, do you? No way, it WILL be more than that."

Grinning back I giggled a bit, "Whatever it is gonna be, YOU are going to be the one telling Dad."