Even from an early age I have always been very inquisitive about sex. My family are very prudish. Well at least I thought they were...turns out my Uncle Ian isn't such a prude. . I know I have always been his favourite niece and that he has a soft spot for me. What I didn't know was just how easy it would be to turn that soft spot hard.
This summer after I had finished my exams and celebrated my eighteenth birthday, my friends and I had organised a night out and I was planning on getting a little tipsy only, I ended up three shades to the wind. I knew that my mother would do her nut in if she found out and so the only person I could call to pick me up was Uncle Ian. He had bailed me out a few times before and I had woken up more than once in his spare room with a raging hangover.
The morning after the party was no different, only this time when I woke up I could hear Uncle Ian and his latest fuckbuddy having very noisy sex in the room next to mine. I buried my head in the pillow and tried to blot out the sound of her moans. By the sounds of things she was getting a really hard pounding and loving every minute of it. They must have been going at it for over an hour. I lay in bed and started to think about my Uncle naked. The most I had seen of his body was when he took his t shirt off during the summer and he was in pretty good shape for being in his late 30's. I had also seen his cock bulge in his trousers a few times when I had walked in on him watching porn. He was always so embarrassed and quick to try and cover himself up but I always knew what he had been up to. A few of my friends were always flirting with him and I suppose he is quite good looking but I had never thought about him in a sexual way until that morning.
I knew very little about sex even though I had been masturbating from quite early on. The furthest I had gone with boys from school was a blow job and some fingering and it was always all over for them in minutes. My fingers strayed between my legs and cupped my smooth mound which to my surprise was slick and already quite wet. I could hear Uncle Ian grunting and groaning and I closed my eyes and imagined his cock sawing into his Fb's pussy. I wondered if she was as tight as me? I let my fingertips play over my clit and even though I knew it was wrong I couldn't help but imagine myself in her place. How would it feel to have him between my legs? His cock sliding inside of me as his fingers plucked at my nipples. I wanted his face to be at the top of my
thighs and his tongue to be flicking out to lick my clit. I began to furiously finger fuck myself at what I imagined to be the same pace as his cock was fucking her, I mirrored her moans and got lost in my own orgasm long before she did. I came so hard I almost made a damp patch on the sheets and that would have been rather awkward to explain!
Finally I heard them get up and shower and I heard her leave to go back next door to her husband. I was glad as I didn't want to face her after hearing them having sex. I could hear Uncle Ian come upstairs and he knocked softly on the room door. Without waiting he swung the door open and walked over to the curtains pulling them open letting the bright sunlight flood into the room.
'Come on Becca' he said, a little too loud for my head to cope with
'Time to rise and shine'
I pulled the duvet up to my chin quickly knowing that if he were to look he would still see my little breasts all flushed and glowing and my nipples still hard.
'No wonder he was in such a good mood this morning after having a good fucking session' I thought to myself a little grumpily and felt a little twinge of jealousy.
'Ok, ok...who's rattled your cage or do I need to ask? I will get up in a minute'
I yawned sleepily trying to look anywhere but at his crotch. Knowing that his cock had been buried deep inside his fuck buddy's wet pussy not even half an hour ago was turning me on again. Now I became extremely conscious that I was nearly naked under the covers apart from a pair of white cotton knickers with a wet gusset.
'I have to take Bruno for his morning walk and maybe you should come with us...it might help blow some of those cobwebs away on the way home' he chuckled.
Bruno was Uncle Ian's chocolate lab and I had been taking him for walks with Uncle Ian ever since I was little. Maybe he was right, maybe a brisk walk would clear my head and get rid of the very naughty and dirty thoughts I was having.
As soon as he left the room I jumped out of bed and quickly grabbed the clothes I had been wearing the night before. Just a pair of black leggings and a red top and cursed the fact that I had decided to go without a bra. I didn't have a shower instead deciding to wait till I went home to have one, I really enjoyed the feeling of my pants still being wet after I cum. I pulled my dark brown hair up into a high pony tail and went downstairs. Pausing to look at myself in the mirror I could see that my eyes were shining and I still had flushed cheeks. It shouldn't have bothered me what I looked like but I wanted to look as presentable as I could for Uncle Ian. Not for one moment I thought he would look at me twice. I was still his innocent niece and compared to his fuck buddy, I didn't have great tits, or a fantastic figure. My boobs are ok but I wish they were bigger and maybe if my ass was a little rounder he might look at me. Turning this way and that, and preening a little, I didn't hear Uncle Ian come into the hall.
I jumped with fright as I turned and saw him leaning against the door frame with a peculiar look in his eye. It lasted for a split second before Bruno ran towards me and jumped up placing his big paws on my thighs. Laughing I bent down to stroke him and I realised that from this angle Uncle Ian could see right down the front of my top.
He made a little coughing noise and said,
'Come on let's go...let's get this daft old dog out for his walk before he starts to rip off your clothes!'
I wasn't really sure if he was talking about himself or the dog! As he handed me the dogs lead his fingers lingered just a little bit too long on mine and I gasped. Uncle Ian said nothing.
Walking along the back roads that led to the fields where Bruno loved to frolic, we talked about mundane stuff. Uncle Ian asked how school was going and if I thought I had done well in my exams. I couldn't really concentrate on holding a proper conversation as my mind kept wandering back to what had happened this morning and if I had imagined that little spark of electricity between us before we left the house.
'You know Becca, you really should be more careful. You are too young to be drinking and I know that boys your age like to push their luck'
I wasn't really listening to Uncle Ian as I was too busy trying to keep an eye on where Bruno had ran off to. We chased Bruno up a path that had been cut between some trees and finally spotted him bouncing around in the stream that ran through the clearing.
'Sorry. What did you say?'
'I said maybe you should be a bit more careful about how you look when you go out with your friends, I couldn't help but notice this morning that you aren't wearing a bra and some boys your age might see this as an open invitation!'
'Oh Uncle Ian' I scolded 'I can look after myself!'
'Yes I know' he sighed 'But I was once your age and I know what boys can be like and especially if you have had too much to drink. I dread to think what could happen to you. I know it's none of my business but you are still a virgin aren't you?'
