Eva 2 I got a call from my Uncle Terry late last night. He told me that he needed me back in Jersey. Instantly, I dropped everything and came to Jersey to meet them. No, he didn't ask me to meet them here at the air port but for my Uncle Terry I would do anything. Uncle Terry is my mother's brother but to me, he's a dad. From what I was told, my mother had me when she was fifteen and my father was twenty six. My mother was young and naïve when her and my father met so; she fell under his spell and hung on his every word. When I was born, my father disappeared and was never heard from again. Most girls I know that don't have a father feel a sense of loss; I don't. Once my father stepped out of the picture, Uncle Terry stepped in. He moved my mom and I in with him and took care of us both until I was eleven when my mom met and married, Jake. Even then, Uncle Terry was always there. Family outings, father daughter dances, take your daughter to work day, Uncle Terry even took me with him on his business trips overseas when I was out of school during the summers. Undoubtably, Uncle Terry is the best guy any girl could have in her life. I have learned so much from him about different cultures and men from a man's point of view. My mom on the other hand…hum, what can I say about my mom. Well, I'll put it this way; my mom is a terrific person but, my mother is more like my girlfriend than my mother. At thirty nine, my mom is still a woman scorned. However, my mom isn't a woman scorned in the way that most people would think of it, no. My mom is a woman who has mastered the art of manipulating men and getting them to do her bidding. That my friend is what I learned from my mom. She taught me how to grab a man by the balls and wrap him around my pretty little finger; from a woman's perspective. When I told my Uncle Terry that I got accepted into the University Of Miami, he gladly sent me off to Miami; all expenses paid. In my mind, it was my time to shine and test out all of the theories about men that I had been taught. During my years at college, I was able to test both Uncle Terry's theories as well as mom's. See, when I got to college, I had the upper hand on a lot of the other freshman girls. When I was fifteen, I told my mom that on my sixteenth birthday, I wanted to have sex with my boyfriend, Craig; the next couple of weeks were a series of wild events. My mother told me, that I was ready to learn how to get what she called "lover ready". First, she took me to New York to visit the Kay Sisters; they were who the supermodels and celebrities went to for all of their waxing. Yes, you heard right, at fifteen, I had my first leg, eyebrow and Brazilian wax. Then we went for birth control pills. Then, we were off to sex ed; no, not sex ed the way your mom taught you, not even the sex ed you learned in school. This was sex ed the Charlotte way! What does sex ed the Charlotte way mean? Well, it means getting a private blowjob lesson from Stephanie. Stephanie was what we would call a video vixen and was knick named the "Head surgeon". Then my mom had me watch a few of Heather Hunter and Vanessa Del Rio porns so that I would know both what to do and what to expect. She explained to me how much the first time hurt and told me that I probably wouldn't enjoy the intercourse part of it so, she thought I should at least enjoy all of the other parts of it. She explained the difference between sex with a young girl and sex with an older woman to me. What my mother didn't know was that I had been having sex with Jake since I was twelve. It started when my mom got her new job and traveled for business a lot. On this particular night my mother was asked to go on an unexpected trip. I was awakened by the thunder and lighting, I sat up in my bed and began to cry. Jake came into my room wearing his boxers and asked me if I was okay. I told him that I wasn't and asked if I could sleep with him and my mom. He told me he was a little afraid too because my mom was away on business and would like it if I slept with him. Jake and I had a great relationship and I trusted him. Once we got in the bed, Jake took off his boxers and asked me to move close to him. I was afraid and told him that I didn't want to. He said okay and began to cry. Instantly, I felt bad for him and angry with myself for making him cry and moved closer to him. When I did, he told me that I should take my clothes off too unless I wanted to make him cry again. He also explained to me that that is how girls showed boys if they loved them or not. Not wanting to hurt his feelings and wanting him to know how much I loved him, I did what he asked of me. That night, was the first time I had ever been spooned by a man. It was both confusing and frightening at the same time. It was confusing because Uncle Terry said he loved me but never did this with me and frightening because I had never done anything like that before. I was also afraid of what my mother would think. In the morning, Jake explained to me that our relationship was "special" and the other people just wouldn't understand. He took the day off of work and picked me up from school early and took me shopping and out for ice cream. He treated me like a big girl and I loved it. Our relationship progressed very slowly; it went from just spooning for a few months, to rubbing each other, to Jake finger popping me and oral sex. After a while I liked what Jake an I were doing because it felt good and each encounter resulted in better and better presents. The day had finally come, my fifteenth birthday was here and I was excited. My mom and I had celebrated my birthday that weekend because she was going to be away on business for my birthday but, she had assured me that she spoke to Jake about me being able to go out with Craig for my birthday. Uncle Terry had never missed a birthday and this one was no exception. Although he had the flu, he came over to my house with a cake and presents for me. He told me he was feeling very weak and couldn't stay long but, didn't want to disappoint me by not coming over. I assured him that I was thrilled and wanted him to go home and get better besides; I was going out with my friends. He had his driver drop me off at the mall to meet my friends on his way home. Once I was there, I headed straight to Victoria's Secret where I picked out the sexiest lingerie I could find. I took a cab back home and got ready for my big day. When Jake came in, he seemed very upset and wouldn't talk to me and I couldn't understand why. As the night went on, Jake explained to me that my mom had told him about Craig and what my plans were. Without responding, I went up to my mom's room and called Jake up. When he got there, I was lying on the bed wearing the lingerie I had bought. He looked stunned when I said "Come here Craig" although he happily obliged me. That year for my birthday, Jake bought me my first car. While you may not think that what happened between Jake and I was good, I learned lots of things from him. He taught me to use what I had to get what I wanted. Our relationship continued until I left for college and Jake left my mom. Uncle Terry on the other hand taught me how to get things without resorting to sex. He was a firm believer in giving me what I earned or so he thought; I was very good at using our father-daughter relationship to our advantage. A pouty lip, puppy dog eyes and a baby voice worked wonders on him. He had no clue about what went on with Jake and I; no one did. In fact, in Uncle Terry's eyes, I was his innocent little princess. He knew a little bit about how crazy my mom was and always warned her to keep it to herself and away from me. She always promised that she would and in turn made me promise not to tell him. No matter where I turned in my life, there was deceit and lies; except when it came to Uncle Terry. I was excited to surprise Uncle Terry at the airport; I hadn't seen him since last summer. I saw him walking off of the plane carrying a bag and his arm around a girl. I could tell how old she was, she looked to be about fifteen or sixteen and she looked like a mess! Her t-shirt and jeans were way too baggy on her and her hair was in a messy ponytail and she just looked a mess. If there is any hope of her going anywhere with me, I will have to fix her; I love a challenge. When Uncle Terry noticed me, his smile broadened and I could tell he was telling that girl who I was. Once at the gate, Uncle Terry gave me a big tight hug. "Oh, I've missed you baby" He smiled. I returned his hug "I've missed you too Uncle Terry. I am so excited to see you!" "Well, Eva this is Jill. Jill, this is Eva, my niece." "Nice you meet you, Eva. Your uncle told me all about you on the plane ride here." She smiled. I pretended to look worried "You did? Oh no!" We all laughed. "No worries Jill, she's a great girl. I think the two of you will have a great time this summer." "We definitely will" I replied as we headed out to the car "I've always wanted a little sister." I added. What I wanted to say was "I've always wanted a project" But, I am always on my best behavior around Uncle Terry. "Oh, don't' we have to get our bags?" Jill asked. "No, they are going to be brought to the house later on" I responded As we drove to Uncle Terry's house, I updated him on all of my classes. I told him about how hard law school is and how much I study. I have been on the dean's list since my freshman year of law school. If you saw how hot she is, you'd want to be on her list too! Anyway, as I drove up the driveway, I heard Jill say something. "Jill? Did you say something?" "Um…no." "Well, here we are." I said as I pulled to a stop in front of the house. "Wow, I've only seen houses like this in magazines." Jill said in amazement. This is going to be more fun than I thought. "Well, it's your home now." Uncle Terry replied with a smile on his face.