"Oh!" Viktor awoke with a start. "Oh... a dream," he murmured. "What was it - I can't remem..."
"Shh, Uncle! You'll wake Aunt Angie," a voice whispered in his ear. So - not a dream? A touch?
"Who..."
"Shh" - the whisper again. "It's me, Uncle... with your birthday present." He recognized Celine's voice in the dark - she was kneeling by the bed next to him; his wife was on the other side of the bed, sound asleep.
Celine was home on a break from college, to help celebrate her uncle's birthday. She was looking forward to giving her Uncle Viktor his present - she knew he'd like it. She'd always liked her Uncle Viktor, and he was always glad to see her. And that was because when visiting she always dressed in ways that she knew would result in that tell-tale bulge between his legs. Today she was wearing a tantalizing short skirt and a tight jersey with no bra that was sure to provoke his excitement. He was almost drooling when she arrived today and ran up to him to give him a big hug, in the process pressing her body to him so that she could have the satisfaction of feeling what her deliberate teasing was doing to him - so hard already, oh my, Uncle Viktor! Just wait, she thought, I'm gonna make sure you get plenty of up-skirt peeks that will keep you hard all day!
As she pulled back after kissing him on the cheek, he reached out to affectionately squeeze her arms, in the process briefly touching her breasts, as if by accident. She pretended not to notice, and glanced around to check that no one else had noticed what he'd done, or how she was enjoying teasing him. Uncle Viktor was always so nice to her, and it was only right for her to be nice back!
And that was what she was getting ready to do now as she knelt next to his bed. She knew what men liked, what they needed so, so badly. She especially knew what Uncle Viktor liked, ever since that time a few months ago when she and her mom had visited for a couple of days. She had to sleep on the living room couch in just her underwear, and she was awake when someone came quietly into the room and up to the couch. She know it was her uncle, so she pretended to be asleep to see what would happen. Acting like she was stirring in her sleep, she tossed the blanket aside and lay on her back with her hands resting on either side of her face, as if in surrender. She almost jumped when a light went on, but she managed to keep her eyes closed, still pretending sleep. After a few seconds she lifted her lids just enough to see what was going on. Uncle Viktor had a flashlight, and he was slowly moving it up and down her body, from her almost transparent bra to the while cotton panties that clung tightly to the enticing mound between her legs. Viktor was breathing heavily as his eyes feasted on her young body, and in the dim light reflected back on him she was able to see him open his robe, exposing his naked, fully erect penis. He began to stroke himself, moaning and whimpering in helpless lust as he slowly brought himself to a gasping climax. He must have held the small light in his mouth, she realized, since he was using both hands to masturbate, and when he erupted in orgasm he managed to catch the semen in his left palm. He kept stroking until he had extracted the last thrill of erotic pleasure from his drained cock, then turned off the light and left the room, wiping his hand with a tissue.
Oh my, Uncle! she thought. So that's what you like, that's what gets you hot; good to know. And you same prepared with a tissue - oh, so naughty!
The next night she was back on the couch again, wondering if - hoping! - he'd be back again; she wasn't disappointed. She had gone to bed late, so she didn't have long to wait until her sexually frustrated uncle came tiptoeing into the room again. Wow, she thought, my teasing must really get to him! Then she remembered overhearing her mom and dad talking once, about Uncle Viktor and Aunt Angie. She didn't understand everything they said, but when her mom said that all her sister Angie wanted to do in bed these days was sleep, she got the message all right! Poor Uncle Viktor! No wonder he gets so turned on when he looks at me, and I'm glad it gives him some excitement... even if I do tease him something awful. I just can't help it.
This time there was a full moon shining through a window onto the couch, so Viktor didn't need his flashlight. Celine was ready for him, with the blanket off; it was a warm night, and this time one of her feet was on the floor, so that her legs were spread wide apart. She was even making little snoring sounds, to let Uncle Viktor know that she was sound asleep. She could hear his moan of rising excitement as he stood looking down at her. Even without opening her eyes she knew that he had to be staring between her open legs. Good! she thought. I knew that would get to him.
Then, as she lay pretending to be asleep, she felt a hand gently touch one of her breasts. Oh my! Uncle must really be turned on this time! She managed to stay quiet except for her pretend snores. The hand was removed, but a second later she felt both his hands on her firm, young breasts, gently squeezing and caressing. He softly moaned in arousal as he fondled her, and she opened her eyes just enough to see him in the moonlight. She could see his erect cock extending straight out from his open robe as he continued to feel her up with both hands. Every few seconds he removed his hands from her breasts and stroked himself with his left hand while the right cupped the mound between her legs, gently fondling her vulva through the thin panties she wore. After whimpering in masturbation pleasure he returned to caressing her pert breasts. His lust-maddened cock just couldn't get enough of her, and it wasn't long before it bucked in another helpless orgasm. He left quietly as he had the night before, with a soaked tissue in his hand.
Wow! thought Celine. That was different. Felt nice... but it kind of tickled, too! good thing I didn't laugh. It was so cool seeing him jerk off like that; I love being the one who makes him need it.
Now, as she knelt by his bed, she could sense him looking up at her, still confused.
"Come now, Uncle. I have your present all ready to give you, but you have to help me." She lifted the blanket from him and laid it aside. Then she reached down and gave the waistband of his pajamas a tug. "Help me," she whispered. "Help me unwrap your present."
He whispered, uncertain, "You... you want me to..." He could feel her hand, which she had placed on his stomach, an inch above his crotch.
"Yes," she said softly. "If you please, sir!" She then leaned back on her heels and waited as he slowly, but with increasing avidity unbuttoned his pajama bottoms and pushed them down a couple of inches.
"Uh... like that?"
"More," she said. "To here..." She put a hand on his knees. He lifted himself up and did as she asked.
