"Say Uncle"

[WriteAwayHoney]

FILLED: THANKS FOR LOOKING. Open to one female to fill the role of 19 year old niece with a thing for Uncle Rick. (I will indicate here when role is filled).



The doctor instructed -- no, demanded -- that he stay off the ankle for at least another three weeks; and his ever-loving sister, who'd been driving 40 miles round trip every day to see to his needs, had just informed him that work was taking her out of state the very next day.

"I'll be fine!" he assured her, tired of feeling like a weight hanging from her neck. He hobbled his way across the room, shoved his debit card and truck keys at her, and said, "Just go to the store, fill the list, get on your plane, and stop worrying! I'm 38 frickin' years old. Give me a fridge full of beer, a couple'a dozen pizzas, and fresh batteries for the cable remote and I'll outlive all of ya."

She laughed hysterically as she grabbed him by the elbow with long nailed fingers, herding him whimpering in pain back toward the couch. "Okay, first off ... you drink a beer a day if that, so the fridge full must be for the poker pals, who aren't supposed to be here because you insist on being on your feet to play host! Second, you don't end up with a body like yours eating pizzas, so again--"

"Poker pals," they said in stereo.

"Third, you're more likely to need batteries for the control panel of the exercise bike than for the television. So ..." She gave him a little shove, twisting him around to land back on the couch where he was supposed to be resting in the first place "...sit down, stay down, and I will take care of getting you taken care of... understand?

He knew better than to argue with her. She was his elderly sister -- as he had been slapped repeatedly over the years for calling his two-years older sibling -- and she had always been more level headed and fore thinking than he. So he snatched up his one beer of the day -- which was actually his second, but she didn't need to know that -- and sat back to let her play mother hen to him.

She fussed about the house for a few more minutes, then headed for the door, calling back, "Sara will be back here tomorrow with your truck and everything on the list--"

Sara...?

"She's out of school for the term, so she can stay in the guest room."

Oh, God, no--

"--so you stay off your feet--"

--stay over? Here--?

"--and we will have you up and around in no time--"

--with me ... alone?

"--so you can get back to that hobby of yours that you call your career." She was out the door, then back in just enough to smile and blow him a kiss, then out again, slamming the door behind her.

Please, god. Don't do this to me. I am not a man who resists temptation well...



It was half past four the next day when he was awoken from another pain-killer induced nap by a cool breeze entering through the wide-open, sliding glass door. He struggled to his feet, hobbled across the floor cursing at himself for again forgetting to close the door -- then, suddenly, remembered he hadn't opened it at all.

He made the last few steps carefully and as quietly as he could and pulled the gently waving shades apart to find Sara just rising from a sunning on the deck. She smiled broadly to him, obviously pleased to find him finally awake, and -- cocking her head to one side and using that same tone as her mother so often used -- said, "Uncle Rick ... c'm'on now ... you're supposed to be sitting down and letting me serve you, remember?"

Serve me? SERVE ME?? Oh, god, don't do this to me, was all that his brain could manage to think of. I am not ... a man ... who resists ... temptation ... well!

(OOC: I have a series of pics of this model that are available should the writer want to look through them. I'm a visual kind of guy; screenplay writer, not manuscript author. I have a couple more of "Rick" as well, but if you would rather pick your own male -- someone more specific to your tastes -- I am all for editing this gent' out.

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

OOC-- This post is totally OOC, just the pics I thought we could use for my male character. However, if you want to substitute your own man in -- your fantasy man, if you will -- I say go for it. I only chose this model because I found three pics that offered:

A relaxed shot, on the couch with a beer; A sexy shot, as if tossing a coat on to answer the door; and a close up of him needing a shave and some attention, after all he is just a man trapped at home in a state of semi-helplessness.

As far as the female character goes I would like to pick her, since she's supposed to represent my fantasy. In actuality, I picked this girl because I happen to have pics that represent all sorts of possibilities. ( I'm a visual kind of person, so I like pics.)

portrait; sexy on bed (there are two more of this sequence, various stages of flirtation); cowgirl; bra: hitchhiking: bikini at beach, just in case Rick takes her to the beach (Rick loves the beach ... when there's girls in bikinis, that is;

 

[WriteAwayHoney]

Rick has known his share of women in his life -- not too many, not too few ... just his share. Of those women, many -- more than he share, he was willing to admit on this part -- had been not just beautiful but erotic and exotic as well; it came with the job, movie stunt double, which he'd been doing since he turned 18 and the Studio's insurance company was finally able to cover any potential injuries -- much like the badly sprained ankle he was nursing now.

Generally speaking, when you're a good looking, fit stunt man, you double for good looking, fit actors. And again generally, good looking, fit actors are in movies opposite good looking, shapely actresses. And one thing he learned very early in the stunt double game, the stunt man always gets the girl. Oh, it might not always be the leading lady, although he had had a few of them as well. But there was always a babe of a woman somewhere on the set, whether an actress or caterer or deep background extra, who was more than interested enough in the rough and tough stunt man to take on a dinner and, often, so very much more.

He'd participated in over a hundred and twenty movies in his twenty years on the set; in some, he was no more than a guy standing on the corner buying a corn dog; while in others, he was falling out of buildings or crashing through safety glass or taking punches to the face before falling back to get a a foot long piece or rubber re-bar shoved up through his heart.

And on better than two thirds of those sets, he'd met a beautiful women who'd gone out with him; half of those had slept with him; and half of those had been a big enough name to have their own paparazzi.

And still!!! ... Sara was the one woman on this planet for whom he had always instantly developed a woody for, just by seeing her walk into view. It had started far before any man ever had the right to even consider doing some of the things to her that Rick had fantasized doing to, or with, her. At barely a teenager, Sara was already fully developed into a beautiful body; and as she moved into her teens and she dropped the last remnants of her baby fat, her flawless face and hour glass figure developed, leaving her the fantasy of every man who ever laid eyes upon her.

Including ... Uncle Rick.

His sister had always lived nearby and had always been one of his best friends, even when slapping him for creating more ingenious ways to point out that she was the older one. She was always dropping by, which of course meant that Sara was always dropping by. And as time went on, and Sara was developing into the beautiful Goddess that she was today, he found it harder and harder to stop the fantasies of bending her over the hood of his classic Firebird, or spreading her on her back atop the dining room table or pushing her to her knees in the shower and any of a million other fantasies.

Things got a bit easier when she finally cared to get her drivers license two years earlier and only so seldom deigned to be seen riding shotgun to Uncle Ricks. She disappeared, practically, and while Rick missed the scenery, he was happy to no longer be thinking new and imaginative ways to violate his niece.

And now, here she was, after two days of parading about in tight shorts and skimpy crop tops, dressed like a young version of Dolly Pardon-me-for-being-so-fucking-hot just to go out and get him a few more grocery items, her exact quote having been, "To get you what ever you desire ... Uncle."

And he was having a really, really hard time figuring out how he was going to make it thru nearly three weeks of having her so near ... and unsupervised ... by her mother ... his sister

 

[atenai]

Sara hadn't been playing nurse for him long enough yet to be tired of the idea. She would run errands, clean house, cook... all things that would require all manner of begging and cajoling at home before she would deign to do them... here she was happy go lucky, wandering the house in thin t-shirts and bum shorts as she did his laundry, dressing up in tight and skimpy sundresses as she stood at the stove, and worst of all would be what she termed pajamas... a paper thin crop-top and bum shorts were not a whole heck of a lot more fabric than a sports bra and panties, which he'd realized the night before as she helped him to bed that she did not wear under these "pajamas". Her nipples had been poking through her shirt in the chilly room, and when she turned to get him an extra blanket for the foot of the bed "if he needed it", he could see the shorts pressed into her ass crack, no evidence of even a thong waistline around her slender hips.

"Uncle Rick?" Sara called when she returned with 'getting him whatever he desired'. She'd learned day one that he could sleep through a quiet call, so she generally called to let him know she was back. If he was asleep, oh well. Just in case, she headed for the tv room where she'd ensconced him with throw fleece and pillows, tv and dvd remotes, and a glass and 2-liter of tap water in case he needed a drink after he'd finished the beer in his hand. She wasn't sure if he'd seen her set a second beer by the leg of the nearby coffee table, so she knew he might've tried to get up for another, or to go to bed rather than sleep in the lounge chair.