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Miss G couldn't believe it when the exterminator told her that it would take a whole week to fumigate her home. The college student had so much to worry about, and being homeless was not a part of the equation.

Luckily, word travels pretty fast around her family, and as she stands there, hands on her hips, watching in annoyance as the tent is pitched up over her house, a familiar truck pulls up. The window rolls down, and out pops a familiar and rugged face. “Hey there, little Squirt!" comes the cheerful voice. “Hear you've been having some housing troubles.

“Uncle!" G squeals, grabbing one of her bags. “You're a lifesaver!"

“Haha, I try my best!" the man says, getting out of his truck and walking on up to her. IN his broad, manly grip, he pulls her in, giving her a friendly, big bear hug.

G sighs as she feels the worries of her living situation just melt away. Uncle pats her on the back of the head, and she gives a nice, long whiff of that smell of old bourbon and freshly-sawed wood.

“Come on, Lil' Squirt. Let's get your things," her Uncle says, pulling away from her and grabbing her stuff. G sighs, watching him heft the luggage with all of her school stuff and putting in the truck bed. “That all of it?"

She snaps out of her haze, and giggles, bouncing on her toes. “Yep, Unc! Let's go!"

“Didn't think you'd have such a reliable uncle, now did ya?" Uncle says, giving her a wink as they pull off of the driveway. “One of the many perks of your old man marrying my sister."

“You bet!" G says. Though, there are other perks to getting to meet this extended step-family of hers—perks that she isn't willing to admit right away.

Once at his house, Uncle takes her stuff out of the truck. “Now, then. Don't you worry about a thing. You'll probably have the place to yourself tonight, so feel free to study and all that."

“OH, yeah? And where are you going."

“OH, you know," he shrugs. “Out, partying, drinking, all that good stuff."

“Ah, alright. Nothing for a good girl like me to get involved in," she giggles.

Once all settled in, he gets back into his truck and waves her goodbye. “Now, you be good, or I might have to spank ya," he chuckles, turning the ignition and disappearing into the evening. AS he leaves, G is left to ponder. There was something that her step-mom didn't like about her brother, but G is an adult now, and she can handle anything crazy he tries. She shrugs and goes to her room.

The guest bedroom is clean and quiet, overlooking the woods beyond. G got comfortable, getting into her pajamas, laying on her bed and looking over a paper she had to work on for one of her classes. The glow of the monitor lights up her face and keeps her from getting tired, and she doesn't realize just how late she's staying up until she hears the quiet night interrupted by the rolling of tires on gravel.

Peeking outside, she can see Uncle's truck. A smile spreads on her face, happy to know that he's finally back. But soon, she stares with shock, seeing him step out not alone, but with a blond bombshell about her age!

He staggers up to the girl and slaps her on the butt. The girl giggles, running towards the house. It's then that G remembers what her step-mom had told her about her friendly Uncle.

The door opens quickly, and almost immediately, the sounds of shuffling and smacking poke out from the slightly cracked door. G stares wide-eyed at the door, gently closing her laptop. She slips out from the bed, letting her bare feet touch the cold wood floor. She tiptoes, all the while, hearing excited giggles and smacks of lips. Pressing her face against the crack of the door, she finally sees what's happening. Just outside the door, in the living room, is her Uncle and the woman. The woman is topless and in a miniskirt, falling onto the couch.

Meanwhile, he sits up on top of her, his plaid shirt unbuttoned. There, G gets a full sight of the man's broad chest and curly gray hairs that run down the length of his body, casting his muscled body in a silvered sheen. He obviously took care of himself and worked out.

G stares in awe as he rolls the shirt off of his shoulders and then as he leans in, hands on the girl's cheeks, his bearded mouth connected to hers. When he pulls back, G does not see that blond bimbo anymore, but herself, laying there, her eyes hazy, her mouth parted, her breath heavy.

It's her thigh that he runs his rough fingers through. It is up under her skirt that he teases, and it is her gasp that fills the air.

G presses herself up against the wall, her toes curling, her fingers scratching at the wall. There's a voice in the back of her head that's telling herself that this is so wrong. This is her Uncle!

But, that's when her shoulder devil appeared, whispering to her in her ear. “Hey, G. He's not really related to you, you know. He's your step-mom's brother. Come on, you like older guys, and he's a really nice man. You've never seen him handle a woman before. What's wrong with admiring?"

“Yeah…" G breathes, consoling herself. “What's wrong… with just… watching…"

But even as she talks, her hand moves down from the door and to her side, sliding semi-consciously down between her legs, the cold fingers warmed by the core she drags them across.

She lets out a sigh, letting her fingers do the work her mind rushes through.