Lovin Rites of Passage

LOVING RITES OF PASSAGE

Owen had rung to tell them that he had made good time, his specialty Corvette eating up the miles as the road twisted and turned through the changing scenery. The family had begun to look out of the large living room window, as his time of arrival drew near, and they now saw him pull onto the driveway.

All of them, his brother John, his wife Nora, and their daughter Evelyn, took their turns to hug him. The women kissed his cheeks, and all of them kept him from taking the gifts that he had bought out of the trunk. Most of the Jackson family was now gathered.

Bubbly as ever, and thrilled beyond telling, Evelyn put her arms around his neck and pressed against him in an overt display of affection.

"Oh my gosh, Uncle Owen! It's been so long!" she shrieked and hugged him before pressing her face to his chest.

If she had been besotted with the handsome man before, she was lost now as she gazed at his silken, greying hair that was swept back from his high forehead, Owen's lean face and his neatly tended grey-black beard lending Owen such distinction, in her eyes. He was soon sharply dressed once more, slipping on his jacket but leaving two of his white shirt's top buttons unfastened.

She pressed her face to his cheek before she kissed him. "I missed you."

"I've missed you too," Owen answered her, laughing deeply and looking at them all in some embarrassment. Evelyn was no pubescent girl anymore, but a shapely young woman, and to feel her press so close had a disturbing effect upon him.

He gathered the presents from the car, and Evelyn helped him carry them into the house. "I'm in my usual room, I guess?"

"Yes, nothing's changed, Owen," Nora smiled. "We're all so glad to see you, and supper's ready, so freshen up and we can eat and talk. Was the drive over here okay?"

His brother's wife was only too easy on the eye, her voice soothing and friendly, and he now saw where Evelyn had gotten her looks and trim, shapely figure.

"Yeah, I stopped to do some business on the way, so I'm in my work clothes. I'll go and change..." He smiled at her and saw that Evelyn looked on at them as she stood down the hallway. Yeah, she sure had changed over the two years since he had last seen her, those white cropped shorts and a flouncy blouse with cutaway sleeves a captivating sight. "You sure make this place feel welcoming... a home."

"Thank you, we have no plans to move."

The Jacksons lived in a split-level clapboarded house on the outskirts of town, the interior tastefully decorated in pastel colours and some of the floors of highly polished boards with rugs randomly scattered over them to deaden the noise of footsteps. The yard was secluded and sunny for most of the day, a place where the family would sit and sunbathe, or where friends would call in for a barbecue.

"Yeah, it's home even if life can get to be a little dull and boring at times," Evelyn chipped in, but Owen's presence would lighten her mood. "I'll go see about supper, shall I?"

Nora looked at her daughter and laughed. "Boring, eh? You're out a lot with your boyfriends or have you split from them... they're not exciting enough for you?"

"Excuse me and I'll go and change," Owen said on looking at each of them in turn and sensing a moment's friction. He was in no mood to hear any disagreements on the life that Evelyn may, or may not, live, but he understood that a pretty, young woman like her would have her admirers, a lover amongst them perhaps.

"Come on, Evelyn, let's get things ready..."

"I'm coming," Evelyn replied, but waited until he was out of sight before joining her mom.

Owen, she rarely called him 'Uncle Owen' after he had told her to stop that, had moved to Richmond, VA, but the bonds remained tight, and he visited as often as he could, and when his work allowed. They all phoned and texted, or talked on WhatsApp, but none of that was as good as being with him. Her father was not so keen on driving the distance and seeing his brother, so the months passed, and she got to miss her uncle, the man he looked to be, more and more.

Changed and freshened up, Owen sauntered into the dining room wearing dark green and baggy lounge pants, white slip-on trainers, and a cheesecloth shirt, the sleeves rolled up his strong arms and the hair on his chest there for them all to see. He was unashamedly relaxed.

"Cheers, to being together again," Owen said as glasses were clinked and they sat down to supper, the wine soon flowing and the talk getting noisier and happier. "I've looked forward to this all day, so fill my plate!"

"That goes for me, too!" John laughed. He put a hand around Nora's waist as she served them, each holding up their plates as the roast beef slices were forked onto them and before she finished with hers. "You can see that my woman still looks after me..."

"Behave you!" Nora laughed and looked suddenly embarrassed to behave in this way. "Help yourselves to the vegetables..."

They ate in silence for only a few moments before the conversation turned to work and politics, and in her case, Evelyn's plans for the future, now that her life at college was drawing to a close. But, as ever and as in the past, Owen was considerate and drew her into the conversation whenever it was on a subject that she knew something about or on which she had an opinion. She loved him even more for that, treating her as a grown-up and not the freckly kid that she'd been the last time she had seen him. Her brother had been away on a military recruitment weekend at the time and was now enrolled, his deployments driving Nora crazy with worry.

"I'll help clear up, shall I, Mom?"

Owen butted in before Nora could answer. "I'll do that so we can talk some more. Go on, I don't mind..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, go and do as Uncle Owen suggests..." Nora smiled at her daughter, her behaviour somewhat precocious, and her eyes on Owen once more. She saw him smile at her and wondered what he made of Evelyn's behaviour. The girl seemed smitten, and it was easy to see why, Owen's dressed-down way of supper as one with Evelyn.

Much of the ground floor of the house had been reconfigured and was now arranged in an open plan, the living room, entrance hall, and kitchen bright and spacious, the seating area by the fireplace arranged in an 'open' square by two sofas in a dark blue material.

Evelyn lounged against the back of one chaise longue and kicked off her flats, her iPhone soon in hand. The evening was warm, a ceiling fan whirred softly, the downdraft mussing her hair.

"She's going through another rebellious streak," John observed as they turned away and began clearing up.

Owen hadn't missed that, the sudden shift of allegiance now that he was in the same house. Neither could he keep his eyes off the young woman dressed in her white shorts, clingy top, and with her long silky-smooth legs resting on the sofa, her flats kicked off and revealing her sky-blue nail varnish that matched what had been painted so neatly on her fingernails.

"Don't go talking about me, will you?" Evelyn called out before frowning as she looked at the screen of her phone.

"As if we'd do that," Nora laughed softly and in some dismay. She met Owen's look after he had taken in the latest exchange between the two.

"Evelyn's sure grown up since the last time I was here."

"And the problems along with that," John muttered, "but Nora's the one who has to deal with it, woman to woman... if you get my drift?"

"Yeah, I do. She's got those hypnotising eyes and rebellious streak. I began to see the last time I was here..."

"Two years ago," Nora reminded him.

"Yeah, that long and a lot has changed for me, and it seems for your girl too."

"Anybody's girl," Nora muttered as she took the dried dishes from him. She leaned in to confide in him. "We've been so worried about her... the many boyfriends she has and dumps. I had to talk sternly and tell her not to fool around and behave in a cheap and easy way. I even went so far as to put her on the pill so that we don't get that as a surprise, the next argument we have."

"Easy darling... go easy, she may hear you," John said and butting in.

As if on cue, Evelyn shouted across the room at them. "I know you're talking about me, Mom! Uncle Owen doesn't need to know everything!"

Nora heard Owen sigh and put a restraining hand on his arm. "It's okay, it will pass. Owen's family," she went on and directing her comments at Evelyn, "and he's cared enough to ask about you every time he calls!"

"I'm good at keeping secrets, so I won't tell anyone, Evie..."

Owen had just used his favourite name for her, the first time since he had arrived, and now she met his look her way. It was different from before, as if he was seeing her through new eyes.

Perhaps he was thinking of her going down on the guys she knew or who came onto her with only one thing on their minds. Perhaps Owen was thinking of her being fucked and doing that often, as her mom had just suggested, true or not, and now that she was on the pill or making horny guys wear a condom, anyway, so that she didn't get an STD.

Sitting where she was, and occasionally looking at Owen dressed in those lounge pants, she could just see the swell of what he packed when he moved to help her mom and dad clear the supper things away.

She was startled to feel the brush of fingers on her cheek and looked up.

"I've brought you a small decaf coffee... your mom says you like that after supper," Owen smiled. "Live your life the way that you want, hon'..."

"I'm glad that you understand," she murmured. "It's nowhere near as bad as Mom makes out."

He saw her lips tremble and, unseen, stroked her cheek as Evelyn looked up at him. "I believe you, and... and anyway... if you like the person you're with, it's not cheap and meaningless."

"Owen... Owen," she whispered. "I... I don't meet guys like you."

He moved away without another word being said, but she had felt a parting touch to her neck. Her mom had once said that her uncle fooled around too much for any woman to trust him. If there was anyone to make real what she felt, it was Owen, the guy with his rebellious sense of dress, wild hair, and beard, and a touch of his fingers that had set her pulse racing and aroused a cramp of longing in her belly. She was wet and had to go to her room.

"I'm going upstairs!" she called out to them. "I'll see you all in the morning... but not too early!"

"Sleep well!" her mom and dad called out after her in a chorus that was a part of their nightly routine.

When she gazed at him, she saw that Owen just smiled with those gorgeous lips that she had felt brush her cheeks when he had greeted her, only a few hours ago. How was she to make that happen again, and with a different intention behind that, she wondered.

♥

She had lain in bed, then on the covers, but she couldn't sleep. Her overactive mind was plagued by what she had seen on social media, by checking up on texts from friends, and the guy, Darren, who was currently her boyfriend. All of that paled, became insignificant, to how her mind churned on what had been seen of Owen, or not seen and imagined had been covered by his lounge pants, and how he had behaved towards her.

He must have gotten to her mom, too, because Nora's involvement with the man before them had been seen in her admiring, perhaps hungry eyes, too. So much so that she heard the unmistakable, but soft, tap of her parents' bed against the wall that divided her room from theirs.

They were having sex, and the thought of that, and the soft rhythmic tap of their bed against the wall, was too much to bear. She pushed off her panties and lay back on the bed, the sheet pushed aside and, licking her fingers, she nimbly began to stroke her cleft, to part her pussy's lips and to slide her fingers into her body.

"Owen... Owen... how I want you to fuck me!"

She fingered and stroked slowly and in time with what she knew would be happening on the other side of the wall, the built-in wardrobe failing to keep out all the sounds, the gasps, and the whimpering that her mom failed to control. Was she too imagining Owen taking her? What a crazy notion, and yet... and yet she had seen her mom's looks upon Owen and had wondered what was at work in her when she did that.

She was getting hornier and hornier as her fingers worked; she was getting warmer and warmer and her nipples now throbbed as she tugged on them with one hand as she kept on plumbing her pussy, stroking the puckered skin of her butthole, and finally her throbbing and pulsing clit. She began to moan, her mind possessed by the image of a handsome man and what she imagined he was doing to her.

"Owen, yes Owen... finger my ass... fuck my pussy, Owen... bring what I want, and you have, to me!"

Her reverie was disturbed by the trill of her iPhone.

"Hell, what do you want?" she grunted. "Darren, what is it now?"

"Am I disturbing something?" was her boyfriend's teasing and knowing reply. "We could play on screen... you can show yourself to me... are you naked... playing with yourself, maybe?"

She heard the teasing ways that he spoke, but she never had, or would, show herself on her iPhone and certainly not now, leaning forward on her elbows and with her butt in the air and her pussy's lips moist and swollen from her caresses to them. The groans from next door had not stopped, and she'd been interrupted.

"Get lost, you perv... I'm not like that and never will be. We're through! If that's how you think of me, then it's over... do you hear me, Darren!"

"Wait!"

It was all she heard before she dropped her iPhone on the bedside cabinet and resumed pleasuring herself. She had gasped as the call was ended and then caught sight of Owen standing in the dim light of the lamp on her bedside table. She had been unaware of him entering her room and now peered at him over her left shoulder as her fingers continued to work her slit, her ass up in the air and her tits brushing the sheet that she knelt on.

"Fuck me uncle... fuck me," she panted, her behaviour coarse and wanton, provocative in the extreme. But Owen remained standing close and soon reached out to brush the fingers of one hand over her warm skin, pricking the base of her spine as he did so. He then stroked the firm curves of each butt cheek, squeezing them gently.

"Oh, go on... go on!" Evelyn moaned.

He pressed his fingers to his lips. "Be quiet, darling girl... I'm here... I had to be here. Can I do something for you?"

"Yeah, be my lover and not my uncle..."

"Yes, but we will both have to be quiet."

"Yeah, a quiet fuck... a first one for me with a wonderful lover. I've wanted that for so long... in case you're wondering."

"Not anymore, darling... not anymore."

She had not imagined it, what she had thought was a bulge in his lounge pants at dinner, and then when he had brought her a coffee. It remained half drunk on her dressing table.

Owen stood over her as he tugged away his T-shirt that he had intended to sleep in. She wasted no time, knelt on the edge of the bed, before him, and watched as he pushed down his blue and white chequered lounge pants, a gasp of wonder escaping her lips as she saw just what he would bring to her. Owen's penis trembled and swayed, jerked as she reached out to touch it with shaking hands.

Her voice trembled. "I've... I've never seen one that big, never."

"I'll be gentle," Owen said reassuringly and in a low voice, before he cupped her upturned face in his hands and kissed her gently. "What would you like me to do?"

"Love me... let me know what it feels like to be with you, please?" She pointed at the wall behind him. "Mom and Dad are at it, so they won't hear us, I hope."

"And... and you're on the pill or do I wear a rubber?" he asked, considerately, yet wondering if he should do so, whatever her answer was.

"I'm safe, so take me as hard and for as long as you can while you're here with me. Mom has her man, and I want mine... you."

Owen was not shocked by her direct ways of speaking. He'd learned that of her years back in the ways that she battled with Nora, at times.

"I can do that for you," he replied and moved closer as Evelyn stroked his hips before leaning in to kiss his belly, then to trail kisses down until her mouth latched onto his knob, her slender fingers stroking the sides of his penis, or squeezed on his sac. "You... you sure know how this part of it goes."

Owen felt her nod furiously as she sucked on him, his hands in her hair and keeping Evelyn to him. He was going to fuck his firm-breasted and slender bodied niece, an 18 year old whose responding gaze whenever he looked at her, along with a soft knowing smile, letting him know that the boundaries to the life they had once lived, the rules that had been set, were now going to be smashed to pieces and never put back together again.

They would step out on a new path, call it a rite of passage between what had prevailed between an uncle and niece. He wanted her, and Evelyn knew it, as she lay back on her bed and he pushed her lovely, slender legs apart and leaned in to taste her, Evelyn slowly lifting her hips off the bed as his tongue prodded and swirled before darting into her sex.

"I'm eating you out first... will lick and touch your wonderful ass and butt hole, so... so don't be surprised," he said as her gaze down at him was met. "I want to taste you."

"Yes, go on... go on, uncle... Owen... go on!"

She was already bucking her hips as his mouth tasted her sex and the fingers of his other hand stroked and prodded against her butt hole, her legs draped over his shoulders as his claims gave her no reprieve. Who Owen was to her, what he did for her, took her to new levels of pleasure.

His face was buried against her sex; his fingers stroked and prodded against her vagina or teased the puckered skin of her butthole; he kissed and licked her thighs, the smooth skin as his fingers continued to stroke and prod, to plumb her in deepening strokes or brush her clit.

She crumpled; embraced him with all her strength as he bore his weight on his outstretched arms as she climaxed, shuddered in response to the unceasing waves of pleasure as she climaxed repeatedly, her moans silenced by his kisses, deep and open mouthed that let her know he was enjoying her responses to what he did.

And then... and then she felt him move, his penis tip brushing over her pussy's lips and the domed tip nestled between them. She shuddered out of fear and wanton pleasure, in expectation of Owen filling her cunt with that length of hard meat, the hard rib on the top brushing over her pubic bone as he slowly dipped his hips and entered her shivering body.

Her feet thrashed on the bed as she sought to control his entry.

"Owen?" she asked in a trembling, fearful voice as she felt his monstrously thick cock, its frightening length and girth, slide slowly into her and waiting for her body to adjust to its presence.

"Don't be frightened, darling... I'll take care of you. But this feels so good... you hold me so well, so keep me in you. I'll go slow... want this to last... our first time together." He understood her fear; perhaps the boy she went with did not bring so much and, besides, he was a mature man with more than enough experience to take care of her.

"I'm not afraid... no... not afraid. I'll loosen up... promise."

She met his kisses and held his head to her breasts as his movements pleased her beyond compare. She was being filled by him, his penis stretching and easing, before he sank in until she felt his heavy sac, his balls, begin to rhythmically slap against her butt.

"Good, don't be afraid and just enjoy us being together," he replied and as he stroked her face free of her hair before they kissed, his movements deepening; his hips swirling and dipping as they fucked in a slow rhythm. "I'll gently stretch your pussy with my thick cock as you take me in, darling Evie, and afterwards you'll go back to normal. Don't be afraid, darling... I'd never want to hurt you."

She nodded and then clung to him as her senses became overwhelmed by what they were sharing.

"I know, I read about it... somewhere... But I love you for taking care... and for being my gentle lover. But life won't be normal with you after this."

"No, darling, but I think it had to happen."

"Yeah... yeah... go on, I'm loving this!"

Her emotions churned, her body felt possessed by what he brought into her, and she now wondered if he would ever reach the end of her cunt, experienced and tender as Owen was. He was taking delight in her body and what she did for him; his slow movements allowing her to squeeze and tug on that hard pole of flesh. Her pussy no longer felt tight, yet she could feel his knob and shaft stroking her pussy's walls as he moved slowly in and out, the mattress sagging underneath them and as her feet scrabble on the bed to exert some control over what Owen now wanted to do.

She gasped as he drove into her with a rousing intensity. "Go slowly because it hurts. You're so darned long and thick!"

He pushed off the bed, still moved slowly in and out, but his thrusts had become shorter. "Do you want me to stop?"

"No! Just go slowly if you can bear it."

"You're making that difficult for me, seeing who you are and what you're doing for me. Yes, go on squeezing... I... I don't think I'll be able to hold on for much longer. You've got to me, girl... Evie... Evie, darling."

She could not control him, however, as he quickened his thrusts into her, swivelled his hips to heighten the pleasure that she so obviously now aroused in him. She stifled her cries in a pillow that he held close to her face and kissed away the tears aroused by the pain that she felt. And all the while, she also felt joy from being stretched and filled by this gorgeous man and his attentive loving of her.

They began to move together, the mattress creaking softly as they coupled, the sensations like a runaway train clattering over the tracks, rocking, slumping and rising; the sensations rushing from her vagina, through her tummy, through her belly and to her throat, her nipples tingling and being pulled on by Owen's lips as he too stifled his groans of pleasure as she finally had the strength, and courage, to try and fuck him back.

The plunging and stretching rhythm, the thickness and length of his penis, excited her beyond enduring. He was in, and they coupled frantically and passionately, their snorts of pleasure silenced with kisses.

"Owen!" she gasped and shuddered at the very instant that he erupted. Her pussy's walls spasmed and closed around that monstrous length of flesh and she felt the leap of his penis, the tingling rushes of his semen as she became lost in quite another world of unvisited pleasure and ecstasy. The guys at college were just pubescent fumbles.

The plunging and stretching movements of his love wand, that wonderful length of hard flesh, had sent unbearable and unstoppable shock waves coursing through her as he remained deep inside her until every jolt of his body lessened and finally stopped. Her hips, belly, her lags and boobs ached from their tempestuous rut and his claims upon her.

She kissed him, deep and open-mouthed as she clung to him, the sensations of having been claimed so passionately making it all but impossible to stay quiet.

Finally, and utterly spent and satisfied beyond saying, she felt Owen slowly ease out of her body, a palpable sense of emptiness now felt in her pussy. She touched herself, out of wonder that it had happened.

"I'm sure glad that you're on the pill," he said, smiling as he gazed across the space between them. "I'd have found you, of that I have no doubts."

She moved to lie on his chest, and after she had looked down at what she had taken into her slender body. Everything ached, but she felt wonderful and pleasurably tired.

"It's too bad if mom and dad heard us..."

Owen chuckled. "It will take some explaining, Evie, darling.'

She moved to lie on him and basked in their body heat, their skins in full contact and Owen's penis squashed against her tummy. Even now, flaccid and long, it frightened her to know how her body had accepted its throbbing and stretching presence.

Owen reached for the box of tissues that were on the bedside table on his side of the bed. He saw Evie's iPhone lying beside the box. "Clean up and then I'll go..."

"You don't have to, it's early."

"And I've had a long day and a wonderful ending to it. There will be another time... there must be."

She clung to him as she slipped off the bed and stood over her, trailing caresses from her throat down to her pussy's lips that he stroked.

"Don't get me started..." she smiled, gazing in admiration at the man who had become her lover.

"The way that I feel, I haven't stopped, but I have to go."

She held out her arms to him, and he leaned in to kiss her once more, his hand trailing renewed caresses over her body.

"Come with me again before you go, won't you? I won't be able to bear it if you're in the house and not with me when the others, mom and dad, are asleep."

Evie hugged him, kissed his face, neck, and chest, as he caressed her firm breasts and tugged gently on pert nipples. He'd not paid them as much attention as she had hoped for and wanted. That would be kept for the next time. She kissed him and waited for the door to close before her bedside light was turned off.

"You made a happy woman of me, Uncle Owen."

In the silence of the house and the darkness of her room, Evie fell into a deep sleep, the bleating of her iPhone not to be heard.

♥

"Hey, Evelyn, wake up, honey... it's gone nine o'clock," Nora said, shaking her daughter's shoulder. She had seen her clothes strewn around the room and her bed shorts and top lying on the side of the bed.

"I guess you've all had breakfast already," she answered groggily. Evelyn had sat up and tugged the sheet up to her chin as she leaned on her knees. How she ached; what memories she had of the time spent with Owen. "What have you got planned for today?"

Nora, her mom, looked cool and sophisticated once more, dressed in trendy jeans, a billowy blouse that flattered her curves, and a pair of tan-coloured flats on her feet. Her sandy brown hair was plaited and tied up at the back of her head. Evelyn wondered if she could look so good after a night's squelch with a lover.

She would try, for Owen's sake as much as to please herself.

"Put on some clothes and come down for breakfast, please, will you? It's ready and we can talk..."

"About what? I'm through with college work, and it's the weekend, Mom."

"Don't get angry, darling," Nora smiled, even if Evelyn's mood had changed so quickly. "Your father's got some chores to attend to that take him away for a few hours. And I'm preparing for the barbecue with the people we've asked over tonight so that Owen can meet up with them too..."

"So, I'm staying here to help, is that what you're saying?"

"No, or only if you want to do that. Otherwise, Owen said he'd take you out for a drive in his new car and go for a walk in the woods by the lake... buy you lunch... go for a canoe paddle if you can bear it on the water?"

It freaked her out doing such things, boating, but to be in Owen's company was all that mattered right now.

"You could invite Darren over, have someone your age as company, if you want..."

"We've split," she answered her mother in an emotionless, cold voice. "He asks me for things that are beyond, beyond being acceptable."

"Oh... oh," Nora said, flustered by the venom now to be heard in her daughter's voice. "Well, think about what Owen's asked, or suggested... won't you?"

"I have. I'll go out with him. Perhaps one day I'll meet a man who makes me feel the way that dad makes you feel... wanted but not used... respected... loved and with no end. Darren doesn't get near any of that."

Nora nodded as Evelyn's words sank in. She then stood up and gazed down into Evelyn's face.

"Owen calls you Evie. He uses the word almost all the time when we speak about you... or he did over coffee while we waited for you to get up. You're not smitten with him, are you, I hope... Evelyn, honey?"

"No more than anyone else who is in his life, right there at the centre or on the edge. I guess that could go for both of us, Mom... eh?"

♥