Uncle Jay Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Uncle Jay Ch. 04

6:18pm.

Uncle Jay told me to be downstairs for supper at 6:30pm, so I have plenty of time to read another chapter of my current romance novel. Not that this was a particularly extraordinary novel; it was yet another fake-dating tropey piece, but it included some much darker elements that I am thoroughly enjoying. After an unsettling diagnosis, the protagonist is embracing her rough fantasies and seeking out impact play and other thrills.

It makes me wonder what sort of things I might be kinky about. Is rough sex a kink? Is wanting to be manhandled considered kinky, or is that a normal craving?

Spanking is a common enough act with some of my favorite authors. And I...I really want to experience it. Being scolded like a truly naughty girl, having my pants and panties pulled down low as I'm slung across his lap. Him making me count the smacks between my squirms and whines. I can imagine the whole naughty scene, with my reddening bottom reverberating with each impact. And Uncle Jay - as that's the only man my mind wants to conjure up for this scenario - grinning as I cry and beg for forgiveness. He soothes my ass with slow circles of his hand, as he whispers for me to hush.

"Lita?" Uncle Jay's inquiry pulls me from my daydream and plops me in reality. I reach for my phone to check the time and stand simultaneously, dropping the book I had opened in my lap. I make to reach down for it, but see Jay is already picking it up. On his way up, he slides the book on my bed ...

... and his other hand into mine.

"Hey," he whispers.

"Hi," I whisper back.

We agreed to play it day by day, not setting any commitments or labels, only committing to communication with each other and having some fun.

"Food's ready," he murmurs into my ear, his free hand stroking my hair back. "And, Lita?"

I open my eyes and look into his, expectantly.

"We have a guest," he says with a wink. A wink that I in no way know how to interpret.

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My hand in his, Uncle Jay tugs me around the corner and into the formal dining room. There's a large man sitting at the table. He stops eyeing the food and looks up at us.

"Hello, there!" he booms cheerily. "I'm Mars," he declares as he thrusts his hand over the food in my direction. I lean over my half of the table and give his hand a good, solid shake, saying, "Hi, I'm Lita, it's nice to meet you."

Mars releases my hand and I look to Uncle Jay, who is smiling at us. "Sit, Lita, sit sit," he directs me. I do.

We pile various foods from take-out containers onto our plates, and the guys start talking about their respective jobs and recent projects.

I tune their conversation out, enjoying my meal, and thinking about what I'd like to do with Uncle Jay after Mars leaves. I imagine some straddling, some kissing, maybe some spank-

"Liii-ta?" Uncle Jay singsongs my name, waving a hand in my direction.

I feel my face growing warm as I realize both men are staring at me. I struggle to swallow the lump of food in ...