Uncle Charlie and Me Niece Part 7
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'I Wish to be a fly on the wall'.
A well known expression, especially if he was the fly on my wall, my bedroom wall to be more precise, every uncles dream, watching his niece discover sex.
I was a good girl, I felt his hard cock when I was 10, during a family get-together at the Summerhouse. I was lying on a sofa like seat reading, when he came over, reeking of booze, lent over me, and pulled my hand onto it.
I had mixed reactions, but loved the feel of it, big, strong, warm, and soft, and when he covered my hand and made me move up and down the shaft, the bulbous head could barely fit into my hand.
Before you think this was a full blown wank, I have to say, we are talking about a mere 15 to 20 seconds feel, because my grandfather came in from outside, where all the parting was taking place, and it gave him time to put his cock back in and scarper off to the toilet, where I am sure he finished himself.
Uncle had conveniently removed his underpants under his shorts, and was hanging freely down one short leg, he had been watching me lying there and I guess the mood struck him I would be wiling to feel him.
Many years had passed and never a work was spoken about that dark encounter, Birthdays, Christmases, and special events, I was showered with gifts and expensive toys, his special girl, and I loved the attention.
I never felt threatened, only love, in fact I accepted his action that night as an act of love, that's why I never mentioned it, and I am sure he thought I had forgotten about it, but I never did.
Years after the event I could still feel it, like a phantom cock between my fingers, and many times when gripping something, like a round banister, uncle would come back, and my knuckles would whiten as my fingers tightened.
He was in my thoughts when masturbation took hold and my sexuality developed, his sheer size of how he felt that night never left me, and thinking about how something that big could go inside me, when I struggled with two fingers.
A stolen innocence of 15 seconds or so, captivated my imagination for the next seven years. My obsession about his cock and his desire for me, needed to be answered, I had to confront him, but decided it would be better if I stayed over at his, and slept with him.
He was still affectionate with me, when he hugged and kissed my neck, never the cheek, always on the nape, and that is what I always offered him when we embraced.
His hug was powerful as he crushed me against his beefy barrel-chest, his hands on the small of my back, feeling for a brassiere, that was never there, and late into the night when I found myself on his lap, my lack of knickers, found comfort in his cock nestling between my pert bum cheeks, we both simply knew our relationship was more than we cared utter.
He sat on the exact same seat I sat that night all those years back, and just as on that night, everyone was outside partying. I had had a few glasses of wine, just enough to make me reckless enough to say what I yearned to say.
Like that night we were alone when I came in and he looked up at me smiling down on him. It was as if he had been waiting for me to make an appearance, somehow it just felt right.
He was looking me up and down, a perfectly formed teenager in shorts and loose fitting blouse, 'Can I sit on your lap Uncle dear', I said fearlessly, knowing no one could hear me, it was now or never.
'Sure baby', he said shifting slightly, the bump in his shorts was mine to crush, 'You can sit on my face too', he said naughtily, laughing and pursing his lips.
I came up close to him before offering my ass to sit on him when his hand went between my legs and touched my inner thigh. I stopped mid stooping as he stroked all the way under my shorts leg and touched my pussy.
I had laid my wine glass on the table and placed one hand on the corner of the same table and the other on the arm of the seat on which he was sitting, that was I was supporting myself as he parted my wet labia and slipped his fingers inside me.
'Fucking hell Mariel', he groaned as I stood bent double, feeling him push all the way inside me, flicking the little nubble of flesh of my cervix, sending incredible feeling throughout my whole body. I could fell his fingers stretching my vagina all over the place, but more so as he rubbed me behind my pubis, I almost passed out.
Two minutes later we were suddenly outside, having been whisked away from the family gathering and into the wooded forest, where my clothes were torn from me.
It really was a blur, I was impaled on his cock, my nude back up against a rough Pine tree, my legs looped in uncles arms, my arms around his neck as he bit into the nape of my neck, 'How can your big cock get inside me', I kept asking as he thrust into me, scratching my back, as the rough pine bark tore my flesh.
I bit into his neck when I finally succumbed to the inevitable orgasm, not really wanting to separate from him, my pussy having formed the perfect moulding of his shape and size, 'I want to go to sleep with you inside me', I said.
I awoke in the morning after the most sound sleep. gone were those nagging thoughts about uncle, about his cock and sex in general. I felt different, like a real woman, I had been fucked and enjoyed it, not even remembering how I got to bed.
I was disappointed he had left early that morning, but I had phoned him and even said thank you, admitting he had cured my obsession, to this day we remain the best of friends, and yes, sex is a big part of our secret.
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