Don't Call Me Uncle

Waking it is early, but I can’t be bothered. I pack a bag and leave. I plan everything in my head. I know they will ask me questions, or maybe they won’t? I haven’t been home in so long there is a chance they won’t even think about the fact I am still meant to be on the apprenticeship. Time off, I will lie and say I saved up a few holidays from it so I have a long one.

A few hours later I stand outside the house. Time to go in. Moving I walk in, my mum’s eyes widening. Time for fun, I laugh as she runs towards me screaming.

“Trixie! You’re home early.” She hugs me as I smile at her.

“I have a few weeks off. So, I thought I would come and see you guys.” She begins to pull me into the house, she looks far too happy to see me.

“Your dad will be so happy to see you Trixie, you have been gone too long.” I nod, I know I have. Coming home usually involves questions about the apprenticeship, questions I couldn’t answer and had to make up answers to.

“How is he?” I am guessing he will be at the club. He nearly always it.

“You can see for yourself darling, let’s go see the guys.” I look at her.

“What do you mean guys?” Please don’t tell me his friends are here. I groan and walk through, they are great guys, but they all treat me like a little girl, like their daughter.

“Your dad, and you remember your uncle Damon right?” I nod, how can I forget? Sure, it has been five years, but I remember him. I was what, seventeen when I last saw him? I don’t come home often and when I do, I don’t stay long.

“Like I could forget.” He is one of dad’s oldest friends, although my dad is fifty, and Damon is forty, he is still his best friend. We walk out, my eyes settling on my dad as his eyes widen.

“Princess!” He gets out the pool, his arms wrapped around me, a scream escapes me mouth as he wets me.

“Daddy! I have a white shirt on!” He laughs stepping back.

“Who cares, you disappear too much.” His arms wrap around me again as the water soaks into my shirt. He steps back again. “You brought your costume, right? It is too hot to avoid the pool and sit in jeans all day.” I laugh nodding. Of course I brought it, I knew they would expect me to sit out here and me being in jeans all the time won’t be good.

“I sure did.” He continues to hug me.

“Great, Uncle Damon can take your bag up, go get changed then come back down.” I go to argue, Damon already disappearing upstairs. Rolling my eyes I walk into the house. I would rather no one touched my things. As I walk upstairs I pass Damon.

“Hi uncle Damon.”

He laughs slightly at my words.

“I am far too young to be getting called uncle, go get changed.” He walks off, my eyes following him. He has changed, a lot and sounds so different.

Getting into my room I get changed. After putting on my swimsuit I put on a thin shirt. Walking down my dad nudges me.

“Say hi to your sister.” I laugh slightly.

“I was talking to her. Melanie.” She glances up from the lounger she is occupying.

“Hey,” bitter as always.

“Hi Mel, still living at home I see?” She doesn’t reply, walking through I sit talking to my mum, it is nice, I know I avoid coming here too much. Me and Mel barely get along. I’m wild, which if my dad knew half the things I do would hate. Mel, she is a nun. No really, she is. Saving herself for marriage, for the right guy. She’s daddy’s little girl.

“Take it off Trixie, it is far too hot to have a shirt on. You also can’t wear that in the pool.” I can’t take it off, maybe I didn’t think this through, he looks at me. Moving I ensure my suit is covering the tattoo, taking off the shirt I let my body soak up the sun.

“So how is your apprenticeship going?” My mums’ words quiet, my eyes glancing to Damon as he relaxes in the pool.

“Great mum, really good.” I stretch, my body relaxing more into the chair. I hope that is the only question that comes up about it.

“Trixie Anne!” I look up at my dad, what did I do now? He is glaring at me. Please don’t say he knows I am lying.

“What’s up?” Damon looks towards up confused, I wish I knew.

“You marked your damn body?” I glance down, and there it is, apparently stretching wasn’t a good idea.

“You have many yourself daddy.” I smile as his eyes widen.

“What next? A motorbike?” He looks at me shocked.

I nod smiling, he should know, he brought me up around all this.

“Just like daddy.” He frowns at me, okay, I am in shit, deep shit.

“What is it, anyway? Why would you do that?” Damon laughs at my dads words.

“Daddy, it’s a tattoo, and it stays hidden with most clothing.”

“You’re too wild like your mother.” I watch as my mum nudges him offended.

“I told you not to let them be around the bikes, and biker guys. You turned her into this.” My mum argues back. My dad looking at it while shaking his head.

Damon moves and he climbs out the pool and walks over, his eyes glancing to it. I watch as his smile turns to a grimace. “Shit.” His word quiet, but not quiet enough, my dad looks at him. “No denying that is a tattoo.” He laughs and walks off, my dad shaking his head.

“It isn’t fucking funny! Her body was perfect before you marked it.

“It is just a tattoo daddy. I had it drawn specifically for me. You have many, mum has some as well.” It is just a tattoo.

“Mmm, no more though.”

“You at the club tonight?” He shakes his head smiling at me as I try to change the conversation. I’m glad he takes it.

“No Princess, I am staying here especially with it being your first night back in months.” I nod, the day passing by quickly, everyone talking. I kept seeing Damon avoiding me, almost like I was a plague. Lying in bed I find myself staring at the ceiling, My mind reminding me of just how different last night was, it around this time I was dancing in that room with the guy. I move to pull my knickers down, my fingers teasing inside my sex. The image of last night burning bright in my mind.

I want to go back, just go home and see if he is back there, waiting and wanting me.

My moans quiet as I push myself to the limit finding myself stuck, my fingers moving faster. I remember everything, my body falling apart on his lap, my hips moving against his fingers. The sight of his fingers pushing into his mouth as he tasted my juices. My body shaking ready for the orgasm, still feeling like I am stuck on the edge, needing and craving him.

The door opens, my hand quickly moving as I stare at Damon, his eyes fixed on me briefly before closing and locking the door. My body quakes slightly, hell did he notice? Why the hell had I not locked the door? Why the hell is he even fucking in my room?

“We need to talk Trixie.”

“Sure uncle Damon.” My voice sounds wrong, my breathing is erratic, he looks at me clearly with a question but shakes his head.

“I don’t think you should call me uncle anymore.” I look at him confused. Okay, I need to calm down. How the hell am I meant to talk to my dads best friend when I was just doing that, and all I can think about now is that man, and those final moments?

I watch as he sits on the bed, his finger pointing towards my breast, is this where he gives me a lecture for the damn tattoo? “Your tattoo.”

“Yeah.” I look at him worried, still able to feel the wetness gathered around my fingers.

“Only you have that design, right?” I nod.

“Yes.” A quiet squeak escapes my mouth, my breathing still not calming, his eyes snapping up to mine. Busted, hell he knows I was playing.

“You really have no idea do you?” I look at him, my head shaking. My thighs squeezing together to stop the pleasure only it seems to make me worse and I almost moan out loud, he needs to leave. “So, I was visiting a club yesterday, in a private room with a stripper.”

I look at him, no, I feel my head shaking. “And? Why do I need to know that.” My voice sounds off, hell he was there, he saw me! He knows I work there. I’m fucked, he will tell my parents and they will find out about the apprenticeship. Fuck me!

“Trixie, the woman who danced for me, had that exact tattoo, right there, and I am sure if.” His hand pulls my nighty down exposing my breast. The small light bruise there. “there is the bruise from me sucking on you, just below it.” I moan, my body shaking. My full body feeling like it is burning, the image of last night burning brighter in my mind. I was calming down, but now, now I am right on the edge again.

“I didn’t know it was you.” I didn’t what the hell? Damon? Of all fucking people Uncle Damon!

“Oh, I figured.” He looks at me, and I swear he knows, he knows I was just playing.

“What do you want uncle Damon?” I feel hot, so god damn hot! Now I recognise the voice, and those damn eyes, I look at them and feel like I could just melt into him.

“I said, don’t call me uncle. I’m curious, why that tattoo?” His finger strokes along it.

“Erm.” I stare at him, fighting for words. “Why not?” That is all I can say.

“Not why not, I want to know why that tattoo? Most get roses, shit like that. So why?” His eyes stay fixed on it.

“I, erm.” How the hell do I say this? It is personal, he will know a lot about me from just this one thing.

“Trix, don’t make me get your daddy to ask.”

I snort at his words. “Go ahead, I’m sure he would love to know why you’re in my room, with the door locked.” I smirk, he can’t make me.

“Fine, you either tell me or I will bend you the fuck over this bend and spank you, then I am sure I will know anyway.” His words send a flurry of heat through my body. My body is doing a cheer begging for it, traitor, my body and pussy right now are selling me out and getting excited over his words.

“Okay, so I may enjoy that shit.” There I said it. I watch as his finger strokes along the tattoo.

“You have never really had it, what you had was play, nothing more.” His eyes meet mine. “If you had, you would know a whip is better than a paddle.” I gulp staring at him. Maybe he is right? The tattoo is a paddle, with the word slut on. I am guessing my dad missed that part.

“Maybe you’re wrong. Maybe I prefer paddles.” I watch as he leans over me.

“Oh, I’m not wrong, believe me Trix, I know what I see. Get some sleep.” He stands and walks out, my body shaking. What the fucking hell was that? I stay sat on the bed panting. Still able to feel his finger stroke down my breast and over the tattoo.

It was him! Damon, of all the people it was him! I stay staring at the door for a while, until I am convinced he has gone then I begin playing again.

Somehow knowing it is him, knowing he knows me, knowing my dad could find out has me right back on the edge. Yet no matter how long I play for, how hard I fuck myself, I can’t come, I am stuck and crave his fingers, not mine, no, I crave his.

I wake up and I am grateful that Damon isn’t here. I spend the day with my mum, grateful to have the space. The time from work, and time to consider everything. She doesn’t ask about the apprenticeship, instead she asks about my friends, and my plan for when it ends.

My mind is on Damon though. Should I tell my dad? If I do how much will he hurt Damon? If I don’t, do we just pretend like we didn’t do it. Like nothing happened? How will that work when he is always with my dad when he is around? My mum looks happy to have my home, which I guess is all that matter right now. Standing I cook with her as she smiles and talks. I know I need to go to the club at some point, see the other guys but for now, I am using spending time with my mum as an excuse to hide away, hide away from Damon.

“So, how is that guy? Paul, isn’t it?” She smiles at me, and I shake my head.

“Paul is gone mum, he was weird.” He was, so it ended quickly.

“Weird how?” She looks at me questioningly.

“Weird in a way where I caught him checking my phone and making out like he was using it to send a message.” I thought Paul was great, and he was, but soon that greatness ended. I don't want to discuss it. I don't even want to think about Paul ever again.

“Princess!” I turn and look at my dad.

“Hi Daddy, we’re just finishing cooking your favourite.” I gleam at him.

“Wonderful, is there enough for Uncle Damon?” He sits down and looks at me and I hear him walking through the house on the phone.

“Guess so.” My words are quiet, my mum looking at me confused. “Just tired.” That is my excuse anyway. Which I am, every time I hear Damon’s name, or think of him I am right back there. Right back to craving him and needing him, which is fucked up!

“You haven’t seen uncle Damon in a while have you?” My dad questions.

“Nope, it has been about five years, he was never here when I visited.” Which I wish he was now, as maybe I would have recognised him instantly? But then what, it wouldn’t have happened and I am glad it did.

“No rest for the devil, I have businesses to keep alive.” Damon states as he sits opposite my dad. “Expect the funding for the new club any day now. I sorted it.”

I look towards my dad. “A new club?” Is that a joke?

“Yeah, Damon still comes to the club but a local one to him is good, where his main office is. When I visit him or he visits here there is always a club.” My dad explains.

“Dad, he lives twenty minutes away. His office is half an hour away.” He doesn’t need a new club.

“Right, new people, anyway, I was meaning to ask, who did the tattoo?” My dad looks at me.

“Just a random shop, why?” Why does it matter?

“You should have said that is all. Had you made us aware you wanted a tattoo we could have sorted it, so we were sure it would be good.”

Wait, I stare at him. “Is that you saying it isn’t good?” Does it really look bad?

“No princess. It looks amazing considering, just next time don’t go to randoms.”

I laugh at his next time. “I like Randoms, Daddy.” I smile at him, my eyes going to Damon as he chokes on his drink.

“Either way, come to me next time and let me sort it.” I nod not arguing. Sitting we eat and I escape to my room early, just to avoid Damon. I don’t think I can cope with sitting in a room with him and my parents. Pretending nothing happened. Especially not when in my mind, he is there, with his hands on me.