Free Uncle Ed's Lap by Parker Ford Page A

I catch you out of the corner of my eye and you look so much like here, Fi. I think it's her. But then I turn and it's you.”
    My heart broke a little for him then. “It's those Jones genes. We all have the crazy dirty blonde hair and the—”
    “Beautiful blue eyes.” He smiled.
    “Thanks.” I folded the sweater, dropped it in the pile.
    “You don't want it?”
    “I don't look so good in red.” Plus I feel like I'm poaching from a dead woman
    Uncle Ed turned me to the long mirror on the closet door. He draped the red sweater over me and I held it up. His big hands smoothed down the front and I tried so hard to ignore the silken slip of his fingers over my curves. You should not covet your uncle. Even if he isn't truly blood. You should not have dreams about him and wake up half way to orgasm. You should certainly not then finish yourself off with trembling slippery fingers in the room next door to his. On the other side of paper thin walls. These were all the things you should not do. And all the things I was doing.
    “I like it.” His breath drifted across my face as he spoke, looking over the top of my head at us in the mirror. There we were reflected, me looking so small in front of him as his hands held the sweater from behind. I am a tall woman, he made me feel down right elfin. “I think you should keep it. Come on, where's your secret pile? She had beautiful taste in clothes. There have to be a few you're keeping.”
    I pointed to the far side of the bed, blushing. The doorbell rang and he touched my arm. “Be right back. Thanks for this, Fiona. You've always been special to me. Now I know why. You're priceless.”
    For such a big man he moved with ease. I watched him go, fighting the urge to lock myself in the bathroom and masturbate. I'd always had a little girl crush on him. I had always told my mother he was the ‘handsomest man in the world’ and she would laugh. She'd laugh harder when I proclaimed I'd marry him one day. Kids say that stuff. But here I was crushing hard on him, not getting sleep, daydreaming about things that were wrong, wrong, wrong.
    “Fiona, look at you!” Thomasina Daniels screeched and I dropped the long blue sweater coat I was folding. I retrieved it, hands shaking.
    “Hi, Mrs. Daniels. Good to see you,” I said. Uncle Ed walked in behind her, beaming at me. He winked because everyone knew how damn loud that woman is.
    “My, my, my. Not a little girl at all, are you? Now you're all grown up.” She turned to Uncle Ed and elbowed him and he winced. “Edward, I have to say, she's a woman now! Our little Fiona is a woman. With boobs and everything!”
    Uncle Ed started coughing and I let out a little cry of disbelief. Oh shit, had she actually said that aloud? She had. Of course she had. We didn't call her the magpie for nothing. “Um...thank you?”
    Uncle Ed turned, shoulders heaving. He was laughing. Damn him. I held out a bag. “Let me help you get these to the car.” Anything to get her out of here. “There's some more stuff, but I can run them up one day myself.”
    “I can wait if you need,” Mrs. Daniels said, looking hopeful.
    “No. No need for that. I think I'm done for the day.” I rolled my eyes behind her back as I followed her out. Uncle Ed was still laughing, standing in the doorway, taking up all the space. As I passed him, he tried to move out of my way. It ended with a mortifying bump and grind with me, him and a big green trash bag. “Sorry, sorry!” I squeaked, forcing past finally.
    I heard him go and gather the last of the bags while I hurried out, panting and tingling. Was I losing my mind? What did they call it? Projecting? I had either lost it completely or my uncle's cock had been hard.
    For me.
    I'd been here for two weeks now and I felt pretty much at home. As a kid I had always come on summer break to stay for a few weeks. Taking the train the three hour trip from my home further south. It had been so much fun, the adventure of the