Uncle Jay Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

Uncle Jay Ch. 04

... my mouth, breaking out into a coughing fit. After gulping down some water, I have physically recovered but am mortified at the fit I just had.

"Anyway," Uncle Jay continues, "I asked if you wouldn't mind clearing all the plates once you're finished eating?"

My chest feels warm, but not in an embarrassed way; it's warm in a feeling proud sort of way. I have just enough time to assess that I am pleased to be able to help take care of Uncle Jay in this way.

I nod my head and mumble, "Yes, Uncle Jay, I wouldn't mind."

"Good girl," Jay replies quietly before pulling his gaze off of me and returning it to Mars.

I poke at the remainder of my meal and half-listen to the men talk about past colleagues. Once I'm finished with my water, I ease my chair back and stand.

I survey the array of dirtied plates and half-empty containers. Ever so carefully, I stack the plates and bowls and silverware, and take the trip to the kitchen sink. Grabbing a tray, I return to the table and pile on all the food containers, transporting those to the kitchen, as well. I think I feel Uncle Jay's eyes upon me, watching me walk away, and I smile, swishing my ass a bit more ardently.

I make quick work of putting the leftovers into reusable containers, the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, and all the garbage into the trash can. I peek around the corner of the dining room and see that their water glasses are pretty low.

Picking up my handy tray again, I load it with the refrigerated ...

... pitcher of water, and two cans of beer. Walking delicately and precisely, I made my way to the dining table and paused, practicing what I plan on saying.

The guys' conversation also paused.

I mentally rehearsed my line one last time. "May I offer you a drink, Sirs?"

The silent lull hangs on one more moment before Mars's booming laughter fills the room.

Mortified, I glance at Mars, then look over at Uncle Jay - he's smiling at me, but I can't quite read his full expression.

I drop my gaze as Mars's laughter dies down, and realize I've humiliated myself yet again in front of the man I'm trying to impress. I would be cringing at myself if I were reading my own romance novel.

"Thank you, Lita," Uncle Jay says steadily as he claims one of the beer cans, not yet taking his eyes off me. He reaches out and tenderly traces his finger from my elbow down to my wrist.

I think he's about to say something more but the moment is hopelessly lost when Mars startles me by grabbing for his own beer from my tray. I feel the tray plunging from my hands before I can properly react. All I manage to do is flail and crash my hand into the water pitcher on its way down.

"Shit, sorry!" Mars says as he grabs his napkin and thrusts it in my direction. "That's really my bad, Lita. I hope nothing's ruined. Jay, where are the towels?"

"It's fine, it's just water," I cut in. "I'll just go get-"

"Mars, grab some kitchen towels from the top drawer to the left of the fridge and take ...