Im Not Really Your Uncle Pt 01

Hello to all... I'm new here and not too sure how this works, but wanted to share something to see what people thought. I have only ever written for friends before and as such all my stories are written in the first and second person, so not sure how it will read. I had thought of re-writing it to be in only first or third person, but didn't want to take away from what it was intended to be, a story written for a woman, for her to be able to imagine herself in the story, for it to be about her. As this is the first time I've ever shared anything to a wider audience I'd really appreciate feedback, good or bad, and if a new muse might be out there it'd be lovely to hear from you.

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Arms full of bags I reach with my elbow and ring the door bell.

As I waited for an answer I tried to work out how long it had been; it had been sometime as I'd been out the country for 3 years.

The door starts to open and I prepare myself to greet my old friend, wondering if he had aged since we had last met, I am some what surprised to instead be greeted by somebody I didn't recognise.

"Oh.. erm... is..." I'm a bit lost for words as I wasn't sure who the very attractive young woman I was talking to was... had I got the wrong house?

"Uncle Michael!!" Suddenly the sexy nubile girl who had answered the door threw her arms around me and I felt her young ripe bosom pressing against my chest.

Then the penny dropped...

"Oh my god... Laura... is that you?" I stand back and look at you. Almost unable to believe my eyes.

The last time I'd seen you, you were a girl, now before me stands a very attractive and fucking hot young lady.

"Wow... haven't you grown (comes the somewhat predictable response..) how old are you now?" I find it quite distracting as you stand there sweetly toying with your hair and keeping very prolonged eye contact.

"I'm 18 now.. I've grown quite a bit since the last time you were here don't you think, but I was only 14 then." As you speak telling me that you've grown, almost by instinct your hands go to your breasts, like you were illustrating the fact that when you say you've grown, what you are really saying is.. Look at me, I'm a woman!

As you stand before me cupping your breasts to illustrate your transformation I find myself quite relieved that your father has suddenly appeared..

"Michael!! How great to see you, it's been for ever.. Laura, what are you doing, don't leave your Uncle Michael out on the doorstep, especially as by the looks of it he's brought gifts! Take a bag, there's a good girl"

With that you look at me coyly and smile... "You better come in, then." Your dad is just behind you but you move close to me, far closer than you needed to be and link your fingers over mine as you take one of the bags from my hand. In seductive soft tones you whisper..

"I've really missed you Uncle, please come in..."

Once more you look deep in to my eyes and lean and kiss me on the cheek, your breasts once more press against me.

"You do know I'm not your real uncle don't you?"... I say the words but am not really sure why, of course you knew, however you have already turned and are walking away from me, my eyes instinctively flick to your bottom but I quickly remember who you were.

I step inside and receive a hug from my old friend, one that I have to do carefully as I realise I've got a hard cock, the memory of your breasts pressing against me and the mental image of your tight young arse fresh in my mind. This was going to be an awkward stay, on the one hand I hoped you would stay out of my way, but then found myself looking for you as I came in hoping to get another glance at your gorgeous arse.

The day had been pleasant, sitting in the garden, drinking beer and talking about old times. You'd decided that the sunny weather was not to be wasted and had come out in to the garden to join us.

Your father complained about you like fathers do, that your bikini was far too small and far too revealing, you just looked at him like daughters do, glaring at him in a way that says "DAD.. Don't be so embarrassing.."

You even asked me my opinion.. which was more than a little awkward.. I told you that it looked very nice and you seemed happy with that and walked off and started to settle yourself. It didn't cross my mind at the time but you were sat behind your father but in full view of me, perhaps 5 or so meters from where I was sitting. The garden was pretty big and I was a little surprised that you didn't seek a little more privacy, I thought most girls around your age would be a little more shy in front of an older man who they thought of as an uncle.

As the afternoon wore on and the sun got hotter I couldn't help but notice that you were alternating between applying sun tan lotion and spraying yourself with water on a very regular basis. My eyes kept being pulled towards your fingers massaging your flesh, running up and down your beautiful toned legs, circling your torso and shoulders, and you kept looking at me... Then when you sprayed your self with water the fine mist cast a rainbow, the end of which seemed to nestle snuggly between your legs, "fuck... what a pot of gold" I couldn't help but think, my mind straying from the casual chat of yesteryear, to what was between your teenage legs. On top of that the moisture formed beads upon your skin making you glisten, at least twice I needed to ask your father to repeat what he had said as I'd been lost in a world were you and I were alone,... but why did you keep looking at me...

As nature took its course your dad was soon excusing himself to go to the loo, almost as soon as he was gone you got up and started walking towards me. Your half naked gorgeous toned body glistening in the sunlight, I couldn't help but stare, until I realised that I was, then I looked away quickly a little embarrassed at the growing bulge in my shorts.

"You can look if you want, I don't mind - actually I quite like it, and to answer your question..." You pause as you are now stood in front of me, your mostly naked flesh tempting me, your perfect breasts being cupped by a thin scrap of material and I could see the fleshy outline of your lips through the damp hugging piece that fitted snugly over your vagina.

I was recoiling, I wanted to look but knew I shouldn't it was so wrong... I look away to the back door kind of hoping that your father would return, but also some where inside hoping that he didn't.

"Um.. Sorry Laura..? What question, I didn't ask you a question.."

You move a little closer to me, inside your hormones are raging, your pussy is tingling.. You can feel how wet you are because with each movement you feel your lips glide and slide with the viscous lubrication you'd produced, you had noticed my eyes flick down to your pussy as you walked up, you wondered if I could see how wet you were, you hoped I could. You'd longed for this moment, you'd lost count of the times you'd crammed your fingers in to your tight pussy thinking of me. You had thought about me more and more as you'd got older, wondering if I'd notice you'd become a woman. By the time I left, you wanted it to be my fingers in your pussy, you wanted me to see how wet you were, you were desperate to see, to touch, perhaps even taste my cock. All those fantasies you'd replayed over and over in your head, the times you'd laid on your bed, legs spread and pushed your little deodorant bottle in to your virgin cunt, whispering my name, wishing it was my cock, wishing my heavy sweaty body was on top of you, that I was inside you...

You stood before me with all these thoughts going through your mind, your pussy throbbing, your sweet breasts heaving, you looked amazing.

"As I was saying Uncle Michael.... to answer your question... I know you are not my uncle" Suddenly the penny dropped. It hit me like a stone, oh my god... the little girl of my best friend was really coming on to me. This glistening, beautiful half naked teenager was trying to seduce me. You leaned down and tried to kiss me, my initial instinct was to raise my hand to stop you, my brain hadn't yet had time to process it but your dad would be back any second. Of course in raising my hand to stop you all I did was place my hand firmly on to your breast, cupping it perfectly and squeezing it's ripe flesh as I motioned to push you away.

As soon as my hand felt your warm soft breast, my cock, which was already getting hard, twitched violently and my stomach turned. God, you were so perfect, my hand should have shot away quickly but it didn't, it lingered, my hand held your perky tit and there was silence. Your hand reached for mine, I thought to pull it away in disgust... oh god, what had I done... but as I tried to remove it, you held it to your tender flesh, your eyes rolled back in your head and your legs wobbled... You'd reached orgasm so many times to my imaginary touch, in your fantasies and dreams, now my hand was on your body you didn't want me to stop. I knew it was wrong and I knew your dad would appear at any moment, I pulled violently away from you.

As I pulled away from your breast you tried to hold my hand upon you, as I struggled the material of your bikini came away and we both suddenly stop in our tracks. You stand before me unashamedly showing me your perfect tits. I look in horror but also desire and lust.

"Michael, tell me you love my tits..., please... I want you to kiss them, I want you to suck on my nipples." I looked worried and scared.

"Laura no.. I can't, seriously, Laura I can't, you are beautiful and have grown in to a woman but I can't, it'd be wrong, I've know you all my life, I held you as a baby, you are like a niece to me..

"I am not your niece!! You are no relation to me.. tell me you love my tits..." I look over your shoulder, still we were alone..

"If I tell you that you have beautiful breasts will you put them away, what would your dad think.."

"Touch my pussy.."

"What... What?!? Laura... I can't do that.."

"It is all I have dreamt about for so long, and I can see in your eyes you want to, look at me, I'm a beautiful woman... If you don't touch me I'm going to scream.." I look at you shocked, partly because I can't believe what you are saying, but also how confident you are.

"If you touch my pussy now, I'll start putting my top back on, if you don't I'll scream." I look quickly back over your shoulder and then to the thin scrap of material covering your pussy.

Slowly I reach out my trembling hand, it looks old and wrinkled next to smooth silky skin of your inner thigh, my eyes fixed on the wet material hugging the swollen pussy.

"Start putting your top back on" I say with a very firm and authoritative voice, but you notice a tremble I can not hide. You start to do as I say, taking the loose strands in your fingers so you can tie them behind your neck.

My fingers trace up the inside of your thigh and alight on the material covering your vagina, I can feel instantly it is soaking wet. I look up at you and you're shaking, your hands gripping the strings tightly as you fumble behind your neck. I'd touched you... that was what you wanted... but it wasn't enough, I couldn't help myself, my fingers eased aside the material and exposed your glisten pouting vagina, I took my middle finger and with great ease the moisture guided me between your intimate folds till I felt it sinking in to your pussy, my cock raged in my pants and I reached up with my thumb and pressed hard on your clit.

You fell back, collapsing from my touch, half staggering half falling, you managed to regain your balance and turned away from me. You were overwhelmed, so many times you'd thought about me touching you and finally I had, you were excited and scared, you felt so strong and powerful but had all but melted to my touch, you sorted your bikini out and quickly returned to your spot just as your dad came back with another round of beers..

"Did I miss something, you look like you've seen a ghost...."

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To be Continued...