Author's note:
This story is fictitious. No person in this story is bears any relationship to, nor is based upon, any real person either living or deceased.
The activities described in this story are neither recommended nor condoned.
Enjoy.
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The room was darkened so that Great Uncle Jeff could show his slides. Most of the family had seen them before and he has thousands of them. During his younger years he had been a keen photographer, first using black and white film but later moving onto color slides. He still uses these, loading them manually into his ancient slide projector and projecting the images onto a white sheet attached to the wall of the large lounge room.
Occasional ones are interesting, but most are dull and boring of long dead relatives and their usually now-demolished houses or long-gone cars. It's a full family gathering and the first reunion that I have attended as an adult. It's a family tradition to hold a reunion every ten years and as I'd recently had my 20th birthday, this is my third. There were even a couple of slides of me as a baby and as a ten year old. In both these I look skinny and runty. As a ten year old I look about six and am far shorter and skinnier than my cousins.
Now, at 20, I could easily get away with being about twelve if I wanted to. However, my skinny body, lack of significant breasts (I'm an A cup size to put it generously), and my lack of height have produced the lithe, light (only 75 pounds) and lissome person I am. I have developed into a top gymnast with an ideal body for that vocation and can easily support my weight on one hand and have absolutely no problem undertaking any of the contortions that top gymnasts need to perform. I was enrolled at school learning dancing and gymnastics and hoped to get some work in those areas in future.
I also have an abhorrence of wearing clothing, especially clothing which clings to me. This was a problem when I performed in public as I needed to wear at least a brief leotard, but in private I practised naked, as gymnastics was designed to be performed. I never wore underwear and a bra was both cumbersome and totally unnecessary. I have also always been intrigued about the preoccupation of most people with nudity. I never see the point of selectively covering your body so that some bodily functions and their associated parts, like eating, are permitted to be visible while other equally natural functions, like sex, are not.
So at the party that night I wore my favourite party dress which has a loose fitting top and a full skirt extending to mid-thigh. I knew that if I danced, which I enjoy doing, and twirled fast enough, my skirt would rise to expose my lower torso up to my hips. It would also expose me like this if I turned somersaults or walked on my hands, of course. I reserve such activities for special occasions or special friends and had no intention of performing such revealing acts in front of a family group.
The room was packed as the family had grown in number but the size of the room had stayed the same. Every chair was taken, all the children were sitting on the floor at the front, and I was standing, leaning against a wall at the back, trying to stay awake. I noticed to my right that Uncle Greg was sitting on a huge cushion on the floor, leaning against the wall. He couldn't possibly see the screen from there, could he? Our eyes met and he smiled at me, then gestured for me to come and sit by him on the cushion. Although he's my uncle, he's only a few years older than me so is more like a cousin than an uncle. I slowly made my way along the wall and sat next to him, wriggling free when he wrapped his arm around me - nice, but far too constricting. He bent and whispered in my ear.
"You look gorgeous tonight, Lisa."
I turned to look at him; what game was he playing? "You don't look too bad yourself, Uncle Greg."
"Oh for fucks sake, drop the uncle bit. I'm only four years older than you so don't try to make out I'm some old fogey uncle or anything."
"Ok, Greg, if that's what you want," I replied in a whisper. "Anyway, what's with you? You've hardly even spoken to me before tonight yet now you invite me over to sit on your cushion?"
"Well last time I saw you ten years ago you were a scruffy kid, but now you're a grown woman and to me anyway you look really sexy. I love compact women; so easy to carry and move about. And that dress you're wearing just suits you so well. I hear you're a gymnast now, and making a really good name for yourself. I'd love for you to show me some of your moves sometime."
Was he coming on to me or what? My live-in boyfriend of a year had just left and I'd been feeling lonely and lost the past few days. I heard from conversations between other family members earlier that Greg had also had his lover leave so maybe we were two lost souls who had found each other in the darkened back row of a lounge converted to cinema. I toyed with the idea of seducing him, deciding it was certainly worth a try for a bit of fun. But here? Now? Why not.
"Well, we could start now if you wish," was my whispered reply. "I'm shorter than you and can't see the screen, how about I sit on your lap to gain a bit more height."
Greg looked at me closely, obviously wondering how far I intended to go. In my turn I wondered how much he knew about me.
"Ok, if you like, jump on board," was his whispered reply.
He straightened his legs so he was reclining against the wall, almost lying horizontally, and I quickly moved my body onto his, positioning my ass on his lower belly just above where his cock should be. Once I was in position he sat up a little more, wriggled himself comfortable and wrapped his arms loosely around my body, each hand ending up cupping one of my tiny breasts.
Now although my breasts are tiny, the nipples are extremely sensitive which is one reason I don't like tight clothing covering them. I can easily bring myself to orgasm quickly simply by stroking my nipples, and I have on many occasions. My boyfriend used to love doing this for me also, watching me writhe in ecstasy while fully clad and needing very little stimulation seemed to give him a power trip. Now Greg was starting the same actions, rubbing each nipple softly, gently and repetitively, exactly the stimulation that brings on my release very quickly. I moved his hands away; did I really want to cum right here? I felt him bend forward and kiss my neck. I thought I was supposed to be seducing him!
I let my hands drop between my legs, initially so that I could surreptitiously stroke myself, but what I found when I got there caused a change in plan. His cock had grown and was tenting his pants just below my pussy. I touched it through the thin fabric and looked over my shoulder into his eyes.
"Shall I release him on a good behavior bond?" I whispered.
Greg grinned. "Over to you," he whispered back.
I reached upwards, searching for the zipper, then slowly, silently drew it downwards. I reached inside and pulled the elastic of his undershorts out and down, letting it go with a small snap below his balls. I looked down and saw his erect cock wrapped in my small hand. My fingers didn't meet around it. I pulled my voluminous skirt over him in case someone should turn to see what we were up to.
I heard Greg's sharply in-drawn breath as I started moving my hand over his cock, gliding it over the skin, spreading his precum. I turned to look at his face, a study of intense concentration. Time to up the ante; I wondered just how serious he was about seducing me.
I lifted my hips and with my free hand pulled up the back of my dress until his cock rested against my naked ass. I turned again, seeing a shocked expression on Greg's face as he realized his cock rested next to heaven, with nothing between us. I wriggled backwards a little, feeling his cock spring free once again, lying directly against my pussy lips. I stayed still, wondering what he'd do now, continuing to gently rub his cock with my hand under my skirt.
