🔞🔞🔞🔞. The kiss was longer this time. His hands drew the wrap from my chest, then partly off my shoulders. One of my breasts filled his hand again. He stroked and fondled, caressed and squeezed. I tried to disengage. I managed to pull my mouth from his. 'I think that's enough, Uncle Gary,' I said, glancing from the TV, to him, then back to the TV. But the TV didn't help. The girl had nothing on now but her socks. And another man had appeared. To help. Four hands now roamed her body. Four much older hands. And judging from the lost expression on her face, and the glaze in her eyes, and the hunger in the sweating movement of her body, they were clearly attentions she didn't object to!
Jees, imagine being stroked like that. By two men.
Imagine?
'You kiss very well, sweet Connie,' murmured Uncle Gary in my ear, sounding disappointed. Why? Had I offended him by pushing him away? Uncle Gary wasn't a bad guy. Always brought me stuff. Always said nice things about me. His hands continued to play with my breasts, although his five seconds was up. Some minutes back, in fact! I had pushed his hands away of course, now and then. And they'd gone for a time. But then they'd returned. I couldn't keep pushing his hands away forever. Could I?
In some ways, I had to admit, I was finding his attention attractive. Almost a compliment. In some ways exciting too. It had made me hot between the legs. Moist too I knew, though fortunately Uncle Gary didn't! The girl on the screen arched her back and groaned. A deep low animal groan. Uncle Gary's hands were back inside my teddy. The feel of his skin against mine – especially such intimate skin as that of my breast – made me catch my breath. He was kissing my ear. I could feel his tongue as it stroked the tiny ridges. My shoulders heaved then lifted and curled around his chin as his tongue probed deep. The feeling in my ear was tingling, electric. My eyes had closed. I arched my back, pushing my breasts into Uncle Gary's hands.
He seemed so hungry. So eager. As if he needed to touch me like this. He, a respectable member of the community. A married man. A graduate, professional, member of Elks – or Feeders, or whatever it was he belonged to. That an adult like he should regard me as important in this way, was … kinda complimentary, I guess. Surprising too, I suppose. I was just a student after all. It was like the men on TV, the way they seemed to need to touch the girl. As if it were a form of worship, almost. I moved a hand to Uncle Gary's wrist. My fingers closed around it. Held it lightly, let it act. I crushed my thighs together, moving the knees one against the other, trying to squash my pudenda, roll it into a ball.
'Another kiss?' he whispered.
I shook my head. I thought we'd kissed enough.
'Please?' he urged, lips closing on mine.
My lips, already moist and open, joined with his, as one, although I wasn't sure to kiss so much was wise. As my uncle's lips spread, so did mine. As his tongue searched deep into my mouth, so mine began a search of its own. His mouth tasted of peppermint. I though it would taste of tobacco. Had he rinsed out his mouth before he came down? He opened my wrap, wide, and ran it down my arms, lifted my hands out. I felt it slither down my body and lie in folds around my waist. My bare arms reached behind me, up and back, around his neck. His hands were on the nakedness of breasts, my breasts, they felt about to explode, as if they were twice their normal size. He could make them tingle and fizz so well! What if Mom came down and caught us like this? Or Auntie Elsie? Or my brother, Tom.
(But I couldn't hear any sound.)
'Mmmgrh …' I moaned into his open mouth, seeking to have him slow down. I needed to stop. Regroup. To think. 'Grggh…' I groaned, as he tweaked my pea-hard nipples first one way, then, 'Grggh!' the other. 'Please, Uncle Gary,' I gasped as I pulled my mouth from his. His need seemed so powerful, so strong. Still kissing and fondling my breasts, I felt him move round my seat. He wanted me closer, perhaps in his lap. I certainly couldn't allow that. What if someone upstairs, came downstairs, and found us like this?
'Uncle Gary!' I shouted, quite loudly, sitting up, alarmed as he moved to my front, concerned at what he might do, or want to do, or try to do. How far he might try to go with me. 'This is not funny!' I said, jaw tight, frowning up at him. He looked contrite. He didn't try to grab me or force himself on me. Just stood there, looking down. 'You must let me watch the film,' I said, not wanting to dwell on unpleasantness – as I said, I liked the guy.
He went to the sofa, head down. Sat on that. Looked hurt. I tried to ignore him. The two men on the screen had the girl in a sandwich between them, hands all over her as her eyes rolled into her skull. She was mewling and panting like an animal. Uncle Gary sniffed. Damn! Had I hurt his feelings? I didn't want to. He was my favourite uncle. He was my only uncle, as it happened, but never mind.
I shot him a sidelong glance. I had crossed my arms beneath my breasts. I suddenly realised they were naked, my wrap round the back, teddy round my waist. It suddenly seemed so absurd. Here I was, being stuck up and unpleasant, yet the girl on the screen was being thoroughly mauled by two older men and she had not complained. She hadn't said a word! Added to which I was half naked anyway. There was little else to hide. My uncle had already seen my breasts.
Seen them! He'd had them in his hands, naked as the day I was born, and done with them whatever he'd pleased for the last fifteen minutes!
Yet here I was, behaving like a some sort of prude.
(And I can't abide prudes.)
'Sorry, Uncle Gary,' I said, my eyes on the girl's face. I had never seen anyone look so thoroughly aroused. As if she was a wild animal, desperately wanting to play … or be played with … or something. Yet she seemed unsure of how to go about it. Relying on them to keep her fuelled yet you almost got the feeling they weren't keeping up, though I couldn't for the life of me think what else they could possibly do. They were all over her like hot custard!
'Come and sit here, by me,' said Uncle Gary in a small voice.
I glanced across at him. He looked like a schoolboy who had been told off. I found myself smiling. 'Well, really!' I admonished him – but felt quite bad about doing so. 'You were going too far,' I said, pulling my robe back on, drawing it over my shoulders. "Fair's fair. You went away beyond what we agreed,' I told him sternly.
What had we agreed?
'Sit by me,' he implored, his eyes like a puppy's, patting the sofa beside him.
'Only if you behave,' I said, drawing my robe around me but softening towards the guy. I could hardly blame him for wanting me. As Mom always said, Men are alike. They want into your pants.
And after all, I was not unattractive.
'I promise,' he said, patting the sofa again.
When I stood up, to move over and sit beside him on the sofa, the teddy that had been round my waist slipped from my hips and slipped down my legs to my knees. I stared at it, surprised. Uncle Gary burst out laughing. I had to laugh too. Here was I, Miss eighteen-year-old-practically-a-lady-smart-ass, telling off my forty year-old-uncle, and when I stand up my teddy falls down! Then it dropped down to my ankles. I couldn't stop laughing. 'C'mon you silly sausage,' said Uncle Gary, reaching out a hand. I disengaged the teddy from my ankles, kicked it off, and let him pull me onto his lap.
'You said you'd behave,' I reminded him, still giggling but getting over it, not wanting to object any more than I already had. Otherwise he would really think I was a prude. He had the message about not touching me, I was confident of that. (He was certainly acting appropriately cowed!) So I stayed where he wanted me to be, in his lap, knowing that he knew that I was in charge.
He reached his arms up into the air. 'What'll I do with these?' he asked dramatically, looking like a scarecrow.
'Whatever you want,' I responded without thinking, so could hardly complain when he put them round my waist! I let him. Looked back at the screen. 'Just remember. You have to behave,' I reminded him, seeing where the girl on the screen had got to now. She was on the floor. One of the men had his head between her legs. I wasn't too sure what he was doing but Jesus Christ! She seemed to like it!
'What he doing to her,' I whispered.
'Cunnilingus,' said my uncle, head held close to my ear.
'Cunni … what?' I said.
The girl's pelvis and legs were thrashing about.
'He's kissing her.'
'Down there?' I asked, surprised. (I didn't know you did that.)
