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Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

Ohooo, low blow, Charlie said, eyes narrowing slightly, a little anger spiking. It was a bit rubbing salt in the wounds, but she was fairly certain he meant it in a teasing way. The intention was enough to let it slide. Well, that and the fact that she was probably starting to enter drunk territory and they'd been playing around for a while. Sometimes she did wonder about his seeing her naked, particularly since she actually got breasts and all. But she knew her uncle was hot enough that he probably didn't need to perv on his tomboy of a niece at all. They were bros, not a bro and a hoe. Hence why she just grinned as she got him to agree to take off her lower parts. Yeah, there you go, smell 'em, she said, giving her toes a wiggle. Her feet weren't overripe she usually got more of an earthy smell when she tore up the field, as he well knew. Charlie wobbled a bit as she moved from one foot to another, still taking the drink. Shirt on now, hanging over her loose form. Charlie was fairly tall, sure, but she was all athletically lean, so much so that Eric's shirts hung low enough on her. Of course, if she raised her arms, he'd see a shot of that tight little ass, but again who gave a fuck? Particularly now, as Charlie's give-a-damn was dissipating with each passing second. Creeper, she teased as he began. She could feel his hands coming up her waist, and she just took another swig of booze. Fingers snaked into the shorts, and she spread her legs just enough to help get things down. Don't bitch about the job? Charlie asked, more than a little confused. In a blur, his hands shifted, and a delayed Charlie realized what he was doing. Jesus, fuck! she snapped as she felt her panties going down as well. The black, Nike cottons weren't exactly sexy, but they were covering her sex. The tight little line would be just visible under a rather impressive thatch of dark curled hair. Charlie had already wobbled back down to the couch, barely stopping from spilling beer on herself. Fucking hell, Eric! she snapped, lashing out with a foot to give him a moderately strong kick. Goddam, if you're going to do shit like that, warn a girl. Fucking perverted motherfucker, she reached over and threw a pillow at him, sulking back into the couch. She almost looked like a child wearing the oversized shirt, with her hair pulled up into the sloppy tail, sucking on her bottle and pouting.
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

The only reason I put up with the smell of your feet is that they are the only part of you that might be worth something one day. I'm starting to worry that your liver will be fried by then, though. He slapped her foot lightly with one of her socks before tossing it off to the side as well. When she called him a creeper, far more accurately than she knew, Eric let out a loud laugh. As true as it was, though, publicly denying it was both required and fun. If I am the creeper, then why did you show me the pictures Darren leaked out? He noticed her opening her stance. Try not to fall on me, will ya? Her wrong guess only made the moment all the more sweet as her shorts and panties came down together. Between the speed of the moment, the shirt hanging off of her, and wobbly, off-balance movement, Eric hadn't been able to see most of what he'd uncovered, just enough to see that she didn't shave bald, which really wasn't much of a surprise. He laughed again, louder this time, as she fell back on the couch. With her feet no longer supporting her weight, it was easy for him to pull her shorts and panties away from her ankles, brandishing them in front of her, almost trophy-like. I think my favorite part of all of that was you thinking that a practical joke should come with a warning. It was a blatant lie, of course, but there was no way he was going to admit that his favorite thing about all of it was that the only thing keeping him from being able to see her tight, vulnerable sex was his own shirt. Hey, I provide the booze, I decide what you get to wear. Besides, I've got the advantage, because I know you'd rather be naked around me than fully clothed around your dad. He smiled at her in only somewhat petty victory and watched her pout as he gathered up the rest of her discarded clothes. At some point, though, we will need to wash that bra if you plan on wearing it tomorrow. No rush, though. One second. With that, he half-sprinted to the laundry room and tossed her clothes into the washing machine, not taking the time to start it, then grabbed another bottle from the fridge before joining her on the couch, still grinning as he took a sip of his new beer. His expression softened, though, and he draped an arm casually over her shoulders. Okay, he said softly. I'm done messing with ya. Let's talk.
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

Charlie just outright flipped him off at his mention of her liver. There was a little shoulder Charlie's angel that was probably begging for her to stop. She'd already lost some balance, and she hadn't been drinking any water. But by this point the devil on her shoulder was about five times as big, drunk, and mean, so there wasn't much there. Oh fuck you, she said again. That was totally a 'can you believe this asshole?' She'd all but broken up with Darren over that. He'd been a pretty good kisser and could actually provide some weed from time to time. Plus he'd actually play with her. Not, like, sexually, but they'd hit the field together, work out. It was hard to find a boyfriend that was willing to deal with that part of Charlie. Back on the couch, angry and cursing up a storm. Pulling off panties is a practical joke? Gah, no wonder Mom says you're such a bad influence, she took another pull of her drink, slouching slightly, legs spreading. The shirt rose up, to the point where if she stretched he could probably get a glimpse. He could certainly see an awful lot of sun-kissed thigh. Ugh, why do you have to bring up him? I hate you, she tossed another pillow at him, which didn't leave her much to slouch on, leading to more awkward scrambling. Yeah, the bra would have to be washed eventually, and Charlie didn't exactly like her tits staying in boob jail all that long either. Problem was that it was really fucking hard to take it off while keeping just a shirt on, and the last thing she wanted was for Eric to come in and see her naked ass writhing on his couch like some kind of drunk slut she'd confess to being half that at one point. So she sat. Sat and drank and waited. By the time he came back, she looked at his bottle with a greedy glint in her eyes, though by now she'd put down at least one and likely a half on her own. Eric extended an arm, and Charlie leaned into it. I'm fucking screwed, aren't I? she asked, looking up at him. Stupid fucking bitch, she looked about ready to cry now. not fucking fair! I worked my ass off for that scholarship! Like, literally, her tight ass was almost legendary, about as good as her legs. Fucking -- her anger caught her throat for a bit, and she went for her beer previously Eric's beer, draining the last bit on that bottle, looking about ready to start tossing it too.
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

I think 'can you believe this asshole' was the title of one of the pictures, he responded, grinning a little. Regardless of which parts of her had been photographed, it was a solid pun in his mind. He hadn't known a whole lot about Darren other than that he played soccer well enough, they'd had sex, he wasn't her first, and why they'd broken up. He also knew she'd tried weed, though didn't know he was the source, or at least a source. Your mom wasn't in as good a shape as you were. Jerking her clothes off would have been cruel. You might get pissed, but I know you're not embarrassed. He let the pillow weakly make contact. He wasn't sure if she was just playfully tossing it at him or if her coordination was shot, but either way, the pillow wasn't particularly well-thrown. He caressed her shoulder as she leaned into him, and listened to her rant as he kissed the top of her head, even if it tasted a little salty and he could smell the residue of her sweat. You did, kiddo. You really did work your ass off. Watching you play was amazing, and I was always proud to see you in action. However much shit I give you, I am proud. Seeing that she'd finished the second bottle, Eric ran his hand down her arm, hoping to calm her, or at least catch her if she started to throw that one as well. I don't know how screwed you are. Like I said, you can still play in college. You just have to get there, which means graduating high school and making some money. Graduating's in the bag, because I know you're doing well enough there, but you will need to work hard on the second part. Here. He took a long swig from the beer bottle and handed it to Charlie. Once she'd taken it, he used his free hand to slide under her legs and lift her over, dumping her body on his lap and loosely wrapping his arms around her waist. I guess this is one of those times I should try to act more like an uncle than a coach. Don't move as fast with that beer, okay?
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

Oh you so didn't say that, Charlie insisted, again narrowing her eyes. That anger still bubbled under the surface. Well, actually, it was a lot less beneath and a little more surface by this point. And hearing about his not teasing her mom wasn't exactly helping, even if there was a sort of implication that Charlie was hotter than her mom had been at this age which was only slightly surprising Charlie's mom looked pretty hot at least a few friends had called her a MILF. But no, she was leaning now, feeling the comforting arm and the gestures of affection. Because I'm fucking amazing, she mumbled, her voice still dancing the line between drunk!angry and drunk!sad. She did feel his hand on her arm, and she relented that bottle, letting him do whatever he wanted with it. At this point, she was much more interested in the other bottle, still eying it like a hungry infant. Oh, sure, I just have to somehow stay in shape until I can make enough money and do enough school service bullshit to prove I'm not a liability, Charlie said. She did figure that she could probably graduate. Her grades might not have been super, but they were decent mostly B's, a few C's, one D in fucking math which Charlie insisted was because she didn't dress like a slut, hence one of her detentions. Charlie didn't even fully realize she had a new beer until she was holding it. And up into the lap, her shirt sliding up slightly. It almost felt like her bare ass was pressing against his hard-on, which made sitting a bit uncomfortable. But despite her initial reservations, some part of Charlie really liked the cuddling. Gonna fucking pound it now, she said moodily, though she was mostly picking at the label. She frowned, ripping at it. This fucking sucks! How am I going to get that much money? She sighed, twisting to look over her shoulder at her uncle. You know I was kinda serious about that porn thing, right? I mean, fuck it there's already nudes out there. Might as well make money. I did a sexy vid for... damn, I can't remember which boyfriend now, She shrugged. It was a while ago, and she was pretty sure the vid had been deleted. It had mostly been her dancing and stripping and yes, she'd definitely had a few at the time. Charlie took another sip of her beer, pausing after she lowered it. She was definitely feeling it now, and she was starting to sink from the angry part of being drunk to the pouty part.
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

Well, she was also older. That might have been a factor. He shrugged mildly. You are amazing. There was no joke or exaggerated inflection. The bottle didn't go flying anywhere, and Eric was able to set it safely off to the side on the end table. He let out a delighted chuckle when she told him she was gonna pound the beer. Her tired, drunken rebelliousness was nothing but adorable, especially since she didn't follow the threat by actually drinking it. He went to give her a squeeze, noticing for the first time that his shirt had ridden up on her just a little. The realization distracted him, as well as finished hardening the very significant bulge his fit niece was currently sitting on. This fucking sucks! It does suck. I don't know how you'll get the money. He smiled as warmly and as assuringly as he could when she turned, then shifted his grip to hug her closer. You were serious about porn? He ran a hand up her back, riding up the shirt she wore a little more. I wouldn't have thought that. He listened as she explained the logic, nodding along in disbelief that this was happening, but remaining both silent and rock hard for the rest of her winding explanation. When she finished taking another sip of the beer, he slowly reached up and took the bottle from her, taking a powerful drink from it before handing it back. You can have another when that one dies. Well, you've taken the pictures and done a video...so yeah, you're partly there. Given how you reacted to having your panties taken off, though, I'd say you have a lot farther to go. He smiled playfully, strained a bit as he thought of the implications of the next question. Has anyone offered you a job?
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

Bet your ass I am, Charlie murmured as Eric insisted she was awesome. She punctuated it with a quick drink of the alcohol. In truth, her stomach was starting to churn as Eric had noted, she was fairly small on a relative scale to be drinking that much in a row. Plus she'd just been fairly active and all. So much suck. I don't know, Charlie admitted as her uncle questioned her sincerity. The fuck do I know? she took another quick drink, grumbling a little more. It half sounded like a good idea now, but, well, she also wasn't sure of much of anything. She picked at the beer label yet again, peeling a little more off the label. He had already offered to get her another, and she was half tempted to get as drunk as humanly possible. Except she knew she did stupid things when drunk and... she just didn't know. Oh fuck you, Charlie said without any real venom. And, well, I got, like, one offer after the whole photos went out. But they sounded super sleazy and ugh. I don't want to end up like some of those...' she gestured with the hand still holding the bottle, sluts, that you see. You know, the ones who kinda look like they've been fucked constantly and then spent all the money on shit, she took a pull of the drink, leaning back against her uncle. Also, she held up her hand, still holding the bottle, but with one finger out, there's a bit fucking difference between someone taking your fucking panties off in surprise and stripping them off for a camera. So, again I say, she pointed at him with the finger, tapping his shoulder, fuck you. She took another sip of the beer, grimacing and setting it down on the table, leaning forward and letting the shirt rise just a bit more, meaning that nearly bare ass was rubbing against crotch as she leaned back in. She tugged at the shirt this time though, but still didn't leave his lap, at least, not yet.
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

Eric only chuckled at the casual fuck you she'd thrown at him. Joke over, though, he went back to listening to her talk about the situation, explaining an offer he hadn't known about. Without knowing exactly what she was referring to, he nodded in agreement of trashy, drugged-up looking performers. I definitely wouldn't want to see you end up like that. If you do go into porn, I hope you go with something better than that. Yeah, yeah, I'm an asshole. In my defense, you were making me take off your socks. He waited while she leaned forward, his hands on her thighs, the shape of her firm ass clear through the shirt. He lifted up his hands as she moved to pull the shirt down, crossing them over her lap and grabbing her waist once she was settled. So the video you did, what did that consist of? I've never really seen you do any of this stuff. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure you have the ability to, but that's not the same as having the technique. I'm not trying to discourage you. You can do whatever you set your mind to, Charlie. I do worry that this might be a bigger jump than you're ready for. He sighed slowly. I wish I could coach you on this like I do soccer, but I don't know where to start. And I don't have any 'game film' we can go over together. Tell me this, are you comfortable not just showing off your body, but actually trying to make people who aren't your boyfriend cum? That's a big step.
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

Yeah, they both wouldn't want to see Charlie end up like that. She wrinkled her nose just thinking about all the disgusting, washed up porn stars. Ugh. Plus, like, wouldn't that shit follow her into college? She didn't want to think about it. She was just seriously thinking about drinking herself into a stupor yet again. I just had a rough day, Charlie protested, again wiggling in his arms. She could feel him letting her move, then felt the arms nearly wrapping around her waist. It felt a little strange comforting in its way, like getting hugged by your dad. Except it also felt a bit like getting hugged by a boyfriend, particularly since Charlie could still feel her uncle chubbing against her. She shifted her waist again, this time perhaps pushing just a little more down. The video Charlie rolled her eyes. He kept going though, and she supposed she might as well tell. Like, it was a striptease and all. I danced around all sexy like to some music and stuff. Flashed, squished my boobs some. That sort of thing,' She shrugged. It had been a while ago, like she said, and she hadn't thought it that big of a deal at the time, still didn't, really. She took one last swig of the beer, before pushing it, nudging it out of her reach this time though the chances were high she'd be whining about that within a matter of minutes. I dunno, Charlie said again, moving back against her uncle. I mean, I guess? It doesn't seem to take a whole lot to get a guy to cum, she shrugged. Seems like girls take more work. And they already can see me naked. Fuck, you've seen the shit we wear when we practice. Half the time I'm already in a bra and shorts anyway. The fuck cares if they see some tit or catch a quick peek? Charlie shrugged again. Ugh, what's it matter? Not like I'm gonna find somebody who's gonna be all, she pointed straight ahead, your great for porn, kid. Fuck, guy would probably be a perv who rapes girls in his basement rape dungeon, she wrinkled her nose, staring down the beer again. Her hands were fidgeting, and instead she decided to sort of pick at her uncle's leg, sort of pinching the fabric and rolling it between her fingers.
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

You did have a rough day. It wasn't all bad, though. You did get to absolutely dominate out on the field. That's gotta count for something. He felt her weight shift again, and again he loosened his grip on her so she could pull down her shirt. Naturally, he'd prefer it to ride up over her hips, making her toned ass and tight pussy exposed and vulnerable to him, but he still had her butt pressed against his shaft, and she wasn't complaining about that. Eric had become a more patient man over the years, and even if his niece didn't know it, she had already given herself to him. He just needed to know how to accept the offer, and not invalidate it by making her aware of it. Eric nodded as she explained the video. Like her, he didn't think it was that much either. No dirty talk, no mention of her showing off anything else. All right, that's a start. We can build on that, work on your technique. Just like on the field, it's about getting into the other person's head. He stopped, leaning back as she leaned forward to set the beer away from herself, moving a bit against her and making it so she'd have to almost lay back against him when she moved back. Eric listened to her ramble about porn for a bit before sitting up straight and respousing sternly. Uh uh, kiddo. Making a guy cum isn't all it's about. You have to make him need you to cum. It's like soccer. I can go out tomorrow and watch some jackasses play around, and I could say that I watched soccer. But that wouldn't satisfy me, and I sure as fuck wouldn't go back and watch them the next day. If you do this, you aren't gonna give out quick peeks. You'll do it right. He turned her head to face him. I'm not like your dad. I don't give a fuck who you date, or who sees what you do, but I won't have you half-assing your way through this. I'll help you out as much as I can, but only if you give me the same effort you give me for soccer. Deal?
Thread: A Little Adult Coaching {darkest_fate&kckolbe}

Winning on the field counted for a fuck of a lot as far as Charlie was concerned. She mumbled something to that effect now, half grumbling it as she adjusted her shirt once more. This conversation was still feeling a bit odd and all, but the more her uncle spoke, the more Charlie was beginning to realize that he probably knew way more about this than she did, and not simply because he was far more likely to know what a guy wanted to seehear in a video. Now she leaned back against him, listening with a fair amount of intensity. Jeez, you make it sound like drills, she said, reaching up to brush back some loose hair that had started to fall out. Charlie didn't hide her rolling eyes as Uncle Eric insisted it was all about mind games. He always said it was about mind games. Charlie knew that force and passion and speed and a lot of other stuff was way more important she proved that on the field constantly. Still, he had some point she needed to be really watchable if she was going to do this. Gee, Uncle Eric, that sounds super pervy, she said, before shifting slightly, deepening her voice as she continued If you're going to go into fucking dudes, you're going to fuck them right, you hear me young lady? Charlie snorted, rolling her eyes and shifting slightly, trying to move so she was more laying sideways in the couch than leaning back against him. Seriously, you almost sound like you want me to do porn. It's stupid. Like you said, there's no way I'd make any money at it, she shrugged. It had just been a dumb idea, even if she did have that video and the pictures and stuff. Nobody wanted to see a foul-mouthed jock with small tits do anything on camera. Hell, she only got any interest in real life because she was passionate and fairly forward.