The Day My Uncle Marcos Learned to Obey Me

Uncle Marcos was my father’s best friend, or so I’d always been told. I live alone with Dad ever since my mother left, so many years ago that I can barely remember her. My father works almost all the time, so I grew up with a freedom most girls my age would envy.

That morning, over lunch, Dad told me Marcos was coming to visit us. He had come back from Spain after years away and wanted to stop by and say hello. I didn’t think much of him, but something in my chest lit up when I heard his name.

Marcos had always treated me with a tenderness my father didn’t know how to give me. And over the last few years, every time I thought of him, I noticed something new: he was handsome. Very handsome. He trains almost every day, so he has a firm body, brown skin, hard features, and a beard always perfectly trimmed.

When there were a couple of hours left before he arrived, I took a long bath. I put on almost no makeup, going for that effect of having made no effort, as if his visit meant nothing to me. I wore very short shorts and a loose blouse, with no bra underneath. I knew it was wrong. I knew he would never do anything. But I wanted him to notice that, with my eighteenth birthday just behind me, I had become a woman.

Let him see how my body has grown. Let his mouth go dry and him not even know why.

Finally the doorbell rang. I dabbed a little perfume on my neck and waited for him to come in with my father.

—Uncleeee! —I yelled, running to throw myself into his arms.

—Reni! —he said back. My name is Renata, but since I was a child he’s called me Reni.

He lifted me off the floor and spun me around in the air. I felt my breasts flatten against his hard pecs, and a shiver ran down my back.

—Look at you, so big and so beautiful. You’re a real woman now.

—Thanks. You’re exactly the same as always, Uncle. Want something to drink?

—A glass of water, please.

He sat on the couch and talked with my father. When I came back with the glass, I caught him turning his head toward me, letting his eyes slide down my legs before quickly returning to the conversation, like a kid caught stealing candy. I felt a stab of triumph in my stomach. I handed him the water and sat down to listen.

He said he’d been away for years for work, but this time he was staying in the city indefinitely. He already had a furnished apartment all to himself. While he talked to my father, I saw him looking for me every so often, as if he wanted to watch me and knew he shouldn’t.

Then Dad’s phone rang. An emergency at work: only something serious would make him leave on a weekend.

—I have to go deal with something, I’ll be right back —he said, already getting up.

—Should we maybe see each other another day? —Marcos offered, and the mere idea disappointed me.

—No, man, half an hour at most. Can you wait?

—No problem, I’ve got the day off —he replied, and inside I celebrated.

—Perfect. Reni, tell your uncle how things are going at university. When I get back, the three of us will go out to eat.

—Sure, Dad.

The door closed. And suddenly he was mine alone.

***

—So how are your studies going, Reni? —he asked, leaning back on the couch.

—Very well, I have the best grades in the class.

—I’m glad to hear it.

—I think my only problem is with boys —I let slip, playing with the hem of my shorts.

—What’s going on, are you looking for a boyfriend?

—No, Uncle. It’s just that sometimes they cross the line, they bother me, and I don’t know how to stop them.

—Have you talked to anyone at the university?

—Yes, but they do nothing. And since I don’t know how to fight or defend myself, I can’t get rid of them.

I saw his jaw tighten. Exactly what I wanted.

—Look, I practiced martial arts for many years. I could teach you a few things.

—Yes! Please, that would help me so much.

My plan was working perfectly. I wanted things to turn physical between us, and he was serving it up to me on a platter. He started showing me how to punch, how to dodge, a couple of holds and how to break free from them. I loved that he pinned me so I’d have to escape: his hands held me, his fingers brushed my breasts by accident, and I pretended to be focused on the technique.

—This is going to help me a lot, Uncle. But what do I do if the other person is much stronger than me?

—Then you attack the weak points.

—Which ones, exactly?

—The neck, the eyes, the ears... and well, you know, down there.

—Down there? —I asked, opening my eyes wide, pretending to be innocent. He shifted, uncomfortable.

—Yes, Reni. You know. The testicles.

—Oh, right —I said, biting my lip to keep from laughing—. And does that really work?

—It works. It’s the most effective thing there is.

—I tried it once and it didn’t work. Do you think you could teach me to do it properly?

I could tell he was nervous, but he agreed anyway. He showed me how to throw a front kick and practiced with me, marking the motion slowly.

—Can I kick you to see if I do it right?

—Ha, you’re crazy, Reni. You’re going to leave me without offspring.

—Come on, Uncle. I’m not going to hit you hard, I just want to make sure I’m aiming right.

—I don’t think that’s a good idea.

—Pleeease —I said, making a sad little face, big eyes, lower lip sticking out. I had him.

—All right. But gentle, okay?

He stood there with his hands clasped behind his back. I gave him such a light tap that it barely brushed his crotch, just enough to feel the bulge. It was electric.

—There, good technique.

—No! I’m not doing it right, your jeans are too stiff, they won’t let me kick the way I want.

—You don’t expect me to take them off.

—...

—I’m not taking them off, Reni. What if your father comes back? He’ll think all kinds of things.

—Dad takes forever, his office is miles away. And besides, there’s nothing wrong with this, you’re teaching me how to defend myself!

—I don’t know...

—We won’t tell anyone. Please, Uncle. It’s been so long since I saw you, I missed you so much. Are you really going to deny this to your favorite niece? —I finished with the same sad little face.

The blackmail worked. He let out a defeated sigh and started pulling his pants down. His white underwear outlined a bulge that left me breathless. He wasn’t even turned on, and yet it was imposing: it looked like it barely fit inside the fabric.

—All right, do it, Reni. Same as before.

—Here I go. But kneel down, please, you’re too tall.

—No boy is going to kneel down so you can kick him.

—Yeah, but no boy is as tall as you. Guys my age are about my height. I just want to practice the motion.

—Fine, but do it already.

Having that huge man kneeling in front of me was a delicious feeling. It was so easy to convince him of whatever I wanted. I got into position.

—One... —I barely brushed his bulge with the tip of my foot. He was glancing toward the door out of the corner of his eye, uneasy.

—Two... —I repeated, this time lifting the size of it a little more with the instep, watching it sway when I pulled my foot back.

—Three! —I unleashed a kick with all my strength. I felt the impact full on, the recoil inside the fabric. Marcos doubled over, grabbed his groin, and fell onto his side on the floor.

—Ow, Reni! You hit me so hard!

I couldn’t believe it. One blow had been enough to bring down that strong man. I felt a tingling between my legs, a current of power and desire I had never experienced before. I wanted to touch myself right there, but I settled for clutching my chest and pretending to be horrified.

—I’m sorry, Uncle! I didn’t mean to, it was an accident —I said, kneeling beside him.

—It’s okay, Reni, I know you didn’t mean it.

—Let me see if you’re all right. —I rested my open hand over his, which was shielding his genitals.

—I’m fine... it hurts, but it’ll pass —he said through clenched teeth.

—Let me rub it at least, I feel guilty. —With my other hand I gently moved his away and laid my palm directly over his crotch.

He went rigid. He couldn’t take his eyes off my hand, breathing deeply while I pretended to soothe his pain. But I couldn’t keep pretending anymore. I wanted to feel him for real.

***

I closed my hand and started playing with him slowly, watching his breathing speed up.

—Does that feel good, Uncle?

—Yes... but don’t squeeze so hard, please.

—Like this? —I asked, clenching my fist hard.

—Don’t do that, Reni!

—Sorry, Uncle, don’t get mad. I thought it didn’t hurt anymore and I was just playing —I said in the sweetest, saddest tone I could manage.

—I’m not mad. You just surprised me.

—I’m going to take this off so I can massage you properly and make you feel better —I announced, tugging his underwear down.

—No, Reni! —he reacted, grabbing my wrist.

—Let me take care of you, don’t be stubborn —I insisted, squeezing again.

He let out a groan and, beaten, let me finish. I tossed the garment onto the couch and uncovered him: he was fully erect. A beautiful package, now entirely at my disposal.

I massaged him calmly, alternating with caresses all along his length. He kept glancing toward the door, tense with the fear that my father might come back, but pleasure was winning him over. When I felt him completely surrendered, I took off his shirt. He no longer resisted. It was time to raise the stakes.

—Uncle, I want to keep practicing. Pretend you’re touching me and I’m defending myself.

—Mmm, I don’t know, your father could be back any minute.

—It’ll be quick. You said you’d help me. I’ll turn around and you start from behind.

I gave him my back. Naked, he placed one hand on the small of my back and slid it upward until it circled my waist. He set his other hand on me and held me from the sides. Feeling those strong hands taking possession of me was sublime. Slowly they went down to my ass, first shyly, along the sides, until his breathing turned heavy and he started squeezing hard.

I was supposed to “defend” myself, but I didn’t want it to end ever. He pressed closer to me. His hands moved up and covered my breasts. With no bra, I felt every one of his fingers through the thin fabric, and his erection digging between my buttocks. I had never been so turned on in my life.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around, took his face, and made him bend down to kiss him. I felt a mixture of love and desire burning me from the inside out. He squeezed my ass again while our tongues sought each other. I took one hand to his testicles and started massaging them; with the other I stroked him slowly. He grew hotter and hotter.

Then I pulled away for a second and, without warning, drove a hard knee into his crotch. He dropped to his knees, sliding his hands down my legs as he gasped for air.

—Kiss them —I ordered.

He didn’t hesitate. He started kissing my thighs while I played with his erection using my foot. I was in a trance: I had an imposing man kneeling there, kissing my legs, obeying every word. And at the slightest sign of rebellion, one blow down there was enough to put him back in his place.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and threw myself on him. Marcos fell onto his back, leaning against the couch, and we kissed desperately. I rubbed myself against his erection, beside myself, until pleasure exploded in a powerful orgasm that left me weak and trembling.

***

I felt like I was in heaven, but I didn’t want to leave him hanging. I sat on his stomach, with my back to his face, facing his feet, and started jerking him off, alternating with the occasional sudden slap to his testicles. He held my waist and squeezed my ass. With each blow he shuddered and moaned, his fingers digging into my skin.

After a few minutes his muscles tightened all at once. I felt him harden, hold his breath, and finally let go. I slowed down little by little, milking the very last drop, until he lay still under my body.

Then he did something that surprised me. He pulled me back, wrapped his arms around my stomach from behind, and rested his head against my back. I crossed my arms over his. He lifted his face and kissed my neck, slow, tender. We stayed like that for a long while, in silence.

But we both knew my father could come back at any moment. We sat up. Marcos looked for his underwear, and I, faster, sat on the couch and took it before he could.

—I want us to practice another day, at your apartment —I said, holding the garment out of his reach.

—I love you, Reni, but I think that’s a very bad idea.

That answer irritated me. I stretched out my hand, took his testicles, and pulled slowly toward me. He leaned in at once, trying to make me let go.

—I want you to stop being so scared and so disobedient —I said calmly—. Nothing is going to happen, nobody will find out. I’m eighteen, I’m grown now. There’s nothing to be afraid of.

—But you’re my niece... —he protested, and I squeezed a little harder.

—...

—All right —he finally gave in, voice breaking.

Only then did I give him back his clothes. He got dressed, went for paper to clean up the floor, and when we were done, we sat in the living room talking as if nothing had happened, so my father wouldn’t notice absolutely anything when he returned.

I was already thinking about the next lesson.