Uncle Gary

(MF/Consensual)

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 cord right. But that squeeze sent a jolt through my body, a stab of pure wanton lust. 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 fathers and I doubted dear old dad would approve of me sleeping with one of his best friends. Not only that, he was famous, that rough golden voice of his had probably lured countless 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 it was but it held me there, frozen. Leaning forward, he kissed me, softly, ever so softly. Despite knowing better I leaned into the kiss and surrendered without even a hint of a fight.

I had known him all my life. He and Dad had known each other since their younger days 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 to college and became a civil engineer; Gary moved to Nashville where he had 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, Dads' buddy. As I grew to become a teenager I learned 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, knew his wife and kids. Because he was a familiar fixture in my life, his fame wasn't anything that I was interested in. By my teenage years I was jaded about fame, my brothers were becoming somewhat well known in football so fame was nothing new to me; Uncle Gary just had a different version of it. 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 collage and I moved away for four years. I was always the tomboy, I lived in beat up jeans, t-shirts and old worn, out cowboy boots, often hand-me-downs, and after all I grew up with five brothers. Being girly was something I didn't know and didn't want to know. Up until my first year in collage 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 for me to catch up. Suddenly, it seemed that the breast fairy had put me on her route after so many years of neglect. In a way, it was funny, one day I was my usual flat-chested self then the next morning I woke up, looked down, and what the hell, 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'd been comfortable with the tom boy that I was but now a strange woman who 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. Now all of a sudden it seemed they were coming out of the woodwork to be around me, not that I MINDED of course, it was just strange.

My first visit home after that was almost comical, mom and dad, of course, were pleasantly surprised, their daughter had finally left the tom boy behind at school and the woman had come home. My brothers, on the other hand, were a bit harder to deal with. For the first time I think they saw me as female. When we were out, they noticed the guys and the way they looked at me, the same way those horndogs looked at all of the 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, 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 kind of funny on my end. At the usual B-B-Q my Dad held for the 4th of July he saw me for the first time in a few years and his double take almost made me die laughing. Dad actually had to convince him that I was the skinny tom boy 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 in girly stuff. I was more comfortable going to the local honky-tonk then going out to a fancy restaurant. I was still the tom boy 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, Dads' old 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 tom boy was gone forever, I had finally grown up. Sure, I still liked what I liked and 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 had left for collage I had been a virgin; that was no more. Finally, I had discovered that men could be something more than good friends and rough housing buddies. While away from home I had gone through those rites of passage all of us do, dating, your first love, your first sex, and your first heartbreak, and 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 freedom I was used to having. 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 lose. We didn't do may 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. He was still 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; 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 needed to find his perspective he visited mom and dad to get a rest and relax with old friends. One weekend we had a gig at one of the local rock clubs that catered to the college kids, one of those raucous places that always smelled of smoke and beer 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 times, having a good time. Thinking nothing of it, when the night was over, I gave them all a kiss goodbye, even Gary got his normal Uncle Gary kiss on the cheek, before they went home and 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, "Whadda 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 still 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 but..."

"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 sweat shirt, having my second cup of coffee and 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. It was going much like any other guitar lesion in the world then suddenly he stopped and just looked right at me and like so many women all the world over, I found myself getting lost in his eyes.


As that kiss continued he slid out of his chair and knelt on the floor between my knees wrapping his arms around my waist and 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 wrapped my arms around his neck and held him to me. Through the thick fleece of my sweatshirt I could feel the rapid drumming of his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his breathing. Gradually that kiss deepened into something more insistent, more demanding, almost rough. One of his hands slid under the bottom of my sweatshirt and softly trailed over my flesh, working its way around to the front then sliding over my tingling skin to one breast, softly cupping it, one finger teasing the nipple, making it swell a bit more. Moaning into his mouth, I pressed tighter to him, one hand wandered up and my fingers ran through the hair on the back of his head as I pressed him closer to me.

It was him that broke off the kiss, his hand sliding out from under my shirt, resting back on his heels, looking at me. Licking my swollen lips, I looked back at him, breathing heavy. For the first time in my life I was seeing him the way thousands of women did, a very sexy man that had something about him that made you want him. 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 like the skinny, toned men I knew but 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 saw it though and it made me forget any doubts or reasons I had for not wanting to do anything with him.

Standing up 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 too him, putting one arm around my waist, looking up at me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and just gazed into his eyes. He reached up putting 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 then shifted around to straddle 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 him 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 broke off the kiss and moved back a bit, releasing himself from my leg lock. Gently he pulled my sweatshirt over my head, tossing it onto the floor. Then, with a touch that can only come from experience, my jeans were unbuttoned and slid 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 a bit more than a handful 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. He rubbed around and over 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 me and pulled me tighter to his him, my breasts crushed against his 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. Insistently, 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 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 moved between my parted thighs. Leaning forward, his lips once again locked on mine as I felt his cock rub up and down my soaking crotch.

I sighed and tried to draw him back as I felt his hot cock move away from my pussy but then groaned loudly when I felt his mouth attach itself to one of my nipples. Sucking, he pulled half my breast into his wide open mouth and tongued and sucked his mouthful. My whole body responded, bucking against him, my crotch rubbing against his leg to try to get that pressure back. Again, I was disappointed as I felt his mouth lift off my breast but then groaned louder as he mouthed my other nipple, nipping it with his teeth before taking the aching boob into his mouth. I'd never been this aroused before and while holding his head against my chest, I pleaded with him to fill me, to possess me, to make me his.

Releasing my aching boob, he kissed his way back up to my lips and again, I felt that heavenly lump against my pussy as his tongue again danced with mine. I rubbed against him, soaking his cock with my secretions, making it slick and slippery. He took over the motion and positioning to tip at my entrance, he slowly and gently he slid himself into me until I could feel his pubic bone against my mound as he filled me completely. After a few moments of enjoying the sensation, he began to lift and lower his hips, sliding in and out. I gasped as his finger once again found my clit. Wrapping my arms around him, I drew up my legs and clutched his ass with them, gently pushing myself against 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 as he pulled almost out before pushing all the way in and rubbing in a small circle. Moaning into his mouth I clutched onto him tightly, shaking and quivering. It wasn't long before my longish, ash blond hair framed my face in sweaty snaggles and I was writhing uncontrollably under him. Closing my eyes, I arched up onto him, rubbing him, my legs tightening around his butt.

Pulling his mouth off mine, he propped himself up on his hands and started to thrust harder and faster. "Open your eyes and look at me Mickey." He said his voice a husky growl. It was difficult but I opened my eyes and looked up into his. His body was slick and shiny with sweat, a look of lust enhancing his handsome face, propped up on one hand. He grinned, "I want to see what those beautiful blue eyes of yours look like when you come." Moaning louder, I shook all over, his thrusts 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.

I felt that familiar tingle begin, starting as a small knot in my stomach then radiating out as the most intense orgasm I'd ever had swept over me. Those delicious contractions filled my crotch, clamping around his thrusting cock as if I didn't want him to ever leave my body. Arching off the bed I let out a long, lusty howl of pure ecstasy, legs clutching him to me desperately.

With a loud moan of his own, he thrust into me as deeply has he could and ground his pelvis into mine before letting loose with his own orgasm. I could feel every spurt of his seed spraying deep inside me.

At the end, he just collapsed onto the bed next to me and 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. Holding each other, we both dozed off.

When I woke up, he was already awake, propped up on one elbow, looking down at me with those heavenly eyes, a 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 do you? No way, it WILL be more than that."

Grinning back I giggled a bit and lightly kissed his hand, "Whatever it is gonna be YOU are the one who's telling Dad."