Chapter 167

When we were working in the back, stacking the boxes of ice cream cones on the shelves, I could have sworn he was looking down the sleeve of my shirt when I raised my arms. Glad I shaved my pits this morning. Must remember to do it every day, even if they don't need it.

Boy, if Uncle Don ever saw this stuff I'm writing, he would think I was crazy. This stuff is probably all in my head. Still, it's nice to think about. Maybe older guys like the way I look. I do better with them, or so it seems. Guys my age sure aren't interested.

Oh well. I'm tired. Time to go to bed. Maybe I'll go right to sleep, but probably not. I'll probably do what I've been doing the last couple of nights. Think about Uncle Don, and dreaming about those big strong hairy arms of his wrapped around me.

***

"I don't know what I'd do without you," Don Schultz said as she stood behind his niece and looked over her shoulder while she finished counting the cash drawer and wrote the totals down in the ledger. "I used to be here for hours doing that."

Joyce shivered when she felt Uncle Don's hand on her shoulder, and when she felt his minty breath on her neck her body trembled.

"Cold?" Uncle Don asked when he noticed her goose bumps on Joyce's bare arms, and after he ran his hands up and down and got the fine hairs standing up straight on her pebbled skin, he announced that he had a idea to warm her up.

"I've had this bottle around for a while," Don explained when he came back with a bottle of Sambuca. "I used to splash a little on ice cream every once in a while. I know it's cool back here so this will warm you up.

"Don't tell your folks I gave you this," Uncle Don said, and after Joyce nodded she took a swallow out of the little paper cup.

"Ooh!" Joyce giggled as the licorice tasting liquid burned her throat.

"Like that?" Don said, smiling as she reacted to what might have been her first taste of alcohol, and when she didn't stop him he poured some more in the cup.

"Since you're done counting the cash you can have another drink," Uncle Don said as he looked at his niece's long skinny fingers trembling as she held the cup. "Oh. That boy you were talking to near closing time? The one with the earring? He seemed interested in you."

"Todd? He's in the Honor Society with me."

"He was looking at you as if he thought...

"He's gay," Joyce said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh. Sorry," Don said. "Serves me right for being nosy."

"It's okay," Joyce said.

"Guess I was just getting jealous about somebody making a move on my girl," Don said, squeezing Joyce's shoulders through the t-shirt and feeling her bra straps beneath it. "You are my girl, you know. You're my best employee. You're sort of the assistant manager these days."

"The other girls don't like me," Joyce said as she sipped the drink again. "I think it's because you treat me like I'm your favorite."

"They're jealous. Too bad. You are my favorite, even if we weren't related."

"Not used to that - me making other people jealous."

Don, still standing behind his niece, found himself leaning against her and brushing his lips on the bare skin of her neck above the collar of her t-shirt, and as he did his hands went onto Joyce's hips.

"I shouldn't have done that," Don said. "But I've wanted to since you started working here. You're so cute."

Don stared at the back of Joyce's head, which had straightened up when he kissed her, and now she stood at the counter staring straight ahead with her hands on the surface as he leaned gently against her.

"Silly old man," Don said while waiting for his niece to run. "Feeling jealous when he sees boys checking you out."

His cock was hard, and he knew that Joyce could feel it as he leaned against her, all the time thinking that this could stop right now, with no harm done. The problem was that he couldn't stop. It was as if he had no control over what his hands were doing as they left Joyce's bony hips and started sliding upward along the front of her shirt.

"Please don't," he heard Joyce say in a voice hardly audible, and as his hands came up to the logo of The Snackatorium Joyce took her hands of the counter and brought them up to stop him.

"It's okay... okay honey," Don was whispering into his niece's ear. "Please let me."

Don could have overpowered his skinny niece's efforts to stop his hands from going up to her breasts, but he didn't, and as Joyce brought his hands down he suddenly realized that she was pushing them down to her crotch.

"Oh!" Joyce whimpered as she pushed her uncle's hands down to her delta and leaned into the counter, clamping her hand down there as she leaned forward.

"Joyce honey..." Don moaned. "You don't know how bad I want you."

In front of him, Joyce was writhing around, her head rolling back backwards as his hand massaged her pussy through the slacks and panties, but Don wanted to explore elsewhere so he slid his hands up quickly when Joyce released her grip on his wrists briefly.

Don knew what his hands were going to find once they reached the modest swells of Joyce's chest. Over the last week he had "accidentally" bumped up against Joyce in every way he could think of, so when his hands came up to Joyce's breasts he was not surprised at what he found.

"It's okay," Don kept whispering, reassuring his niece that he was not disappointed when what barely filled his hands was mostly the padded quilt-like cups of her brassiere, but although he was a bit surprised at how little was actually hidden underneath the wrapper, that only served to inflame his desires.

Joyce was now leaning back against her uncle, her hands now raised but frozen as if she was conducting an orchestra, and she did not stop her uncle when his hands dipped down to move up under her t-shirt.