Vinny was her dad’s best friend and business partner. He came over every Sunday to watch football and was even her brother’s confirmation sponsor. He was like an uncle. Last weekend, Em had finally moved into her first apartment. She was eighteen and it was time for some independence. It had been stressful finding the right place. At the last minute, an apartment had become available and Em had to move in almost immediately. With her parents down the shore for the week, she knew exactly who to call. On moving day, Vinny arrived with a crew of good friends, mostly guys from his construction team. They finished moving her in by midday. As a reward, he bought them all pizza and beer. Em was flitting around opening boxes and beginning to unpack when Vinny came up behind her and told her to sit down, shut up, and eat. She knew what he meant, but was surprised at how the command affected her. She felt herself getting wet, and all she could say was, “Yes, sir.” By 2PM the pizzas were destroyed and most of the beer was gone. Vinny’s buddy Andy was finishing up his beer when he asked Vinny if he needed a ride home. Vinny stood up, kissed Em on the forehead and said, “Good luck, almanbahis şikayet kid, call me if you need anything,” and with that, he was gone. She returned to unpacking but found her thoughts drifting to her surrogate uncle’s chest and shoulders and her hand drifting between her thighs. Every time she tried to push it out of her mind, she could see him bending her over and spanking her as she deserved. As Monday arrived, she hoped work and school would keep her busy and her mind off Vinny. By Tuesday she was formulating a plan. If she called with a problem, he might send a friend to fix it, or worse, her own father. If she asked to express gratitude for moving day, he might bring over the whole crew. She needed him to come over, alone, and not accidentally tell her father beforehand. On Wednesday morning, she called him. “Hi, Uncle Vinny,” she crooned into the phone. “Hey, what’s up, kid?” “I need to talk to you about Daddy. It’s his 50th this year. I feel like he deserves something special. Let me make you dinner sometime this week to talk?” She hoped he couldn’t hear the nervousness in her voice. “Sure, I can be there Friday at 7.” With that, she heard the phone almanbahis canlı casino click. —— She had spent the last couple days unpacking her apartment, picking out an outfit, and planning a casual but impressive dinner. It was 7:10 and she could feel her heart beating out of her chest. He knew, she thought, he’s found me out and he’s not coming. She heard a knock on the front door, more like pounding. Her heart leapt and her mind raced. “It’s your Uncle Vinny. Open up.” She looked down at her hard nipples peeking through her cotton dress that barely covered her fat ass. As she crossed the room to let him in, while he again pounded on the door, she found herself smiling and getting wetter. “Welcome to chez Em. Can I get you a glass of wine?” she began as she opened the door. Vinny pushed past her into the apartment, clearly upset. “Let’s start with two shots of whisky. It’s been a fucking day.” She thought about the weight of his strong upper body pinning her to the bed. She thought about all the ways he might use her body to make himself feel better and she shuddered in anticipation. He seemed clearly lost in thought, as he let his hand rest on her almanbahis casino knee. She poured them both a shot, with him slamming his before she was done pouring hers. She poured him another and he slightly acknowledged her as they took this shot together, his hand squeezing her knee as they knocked the whisky back. After finishing their meal and intended conversation, Em poured the last bit of the second bottle of wine into each of their glasses. “So tell me, what’s got you so upset?” she asked as she sat down beside him, letting her body fall into the couch practically on top of him, her hand falling between his legs. He adjusted his bulge, positioning himself slightly out of her reach. “What hasn’t got me upset? Between blown deadlines and all the shit with the fight that broke out at work.” “Fight? What fight?” Em interjected. “Oh, um just a little thing between some of the guys at work.” He looked down at the ground and hoped she wouldn’t ask more. He hadn’t planned on mentioning it and could suddenly feel his face flushing. “What happened, Vinny?” she asked him directly, and he was never one to lie. “Some of my close buddies, the older guys, heard some of the young, new guys talking about you in a less than respectful way. And they had something to say about that. I’m so sorry, I never meant to bring this up. Please forget about it. It was nothing,” Vinny stammered, looking down at her in that thin cotton dress.