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JILL AND UNCLE ADAM PART 1
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#firsttime #taboo #cheating #forbidden
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This is a work of fantasy, and all erotic participants are fictional and adults. In real life, please respect the people around you and ensure mutual consent at all times. I hope that it appeals.
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This story is a parallel story to "I never knew" and elaborates on Jill's point of view. It can be read independently, but if you feel compelled to sequence it the way I intended, read "I never knew" first.
Please be aware that taboo sex and cheating are themes in this story. If you are offended by this, it's not for you. Don't read on after this line.
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I'm Jill, 24 years old and almost graduating. I follow a minor on psychology at my local university. I live with my parents, quite close to the local university, roughly a 10 minute walk's distance. I can attend university without living in the dorms for this reason. We live in a fairly closed traditional catholic community, with a lot of social control. So I don't really have a lot of opportunity to experiment.
My upbringing was traditional, with my parents putting in all effort to give me the catholic values. I however, although not letting on, resisting those values more and more.
There's one person quite important in my life, although he doesn't know it. At least I think he doesn't. It's my uncle Adam. He lives an hour's drive away from us.
I have a crush on him for many years now, ever since I was around 16 years old. So much so, that I never had a boyfriend. Yes I tried seeing potential boyfriends, but I could never shake the feeling that I would be cheating on him. So I would go out with them once or twice only, and I would never let anyone get to 2nd base. That would not be fair to my uncle.
Adam is married to Jane. They live in a nice neighborhood. Jane is nice to me, but she doesn't deserve him. She takes him for granted. I think he is sexually frustrated. I would never do that to him.
The past few summers I have spent some time now and again with their daughters, Lea and Lane. They are now 19 and 21 years old, and they are gorgeous. Yes, you've heard me right. I, Jill, said that Lea and Lane are gorgeous. We get along very well.
To be honest, I'm not sure what I like sexually... men or women... or both.... Adam always draws my attention, but Lea and Lane do too. They are both such gracious creatures. I have never been with a woman before.
My uncle is quite handsome, and attentive. Whenever I'm at their place, he makes me feel special. It's in the little comments and gestures. Like saying "Jill, you're quite the catch... If I were not married...." or when we greet, hugging me a little bit too long, or letting his hand drop on my back a little bit too low.
He and I can talk very well. When I was younger, he was like a father figure for me. But that changed when I hit puberty at the age of 15 or 16.
I tried to never let onto it when Jane was around. Women have a 6th sense for these things. Sometimes I think she suspected that I have a crush on Adam, but it was never mentioned. I did get an odd look from her sometimes though.
To be fair, I did not make it easy on my uncle. I teased him.... a lot! Like asking him to help me get a glass from the top shelf because I could not reach it. Even though I could reach the ones a shelf lower and nothing was wrong with those. I did it a few times. I would deliberately stand in his way. He would always smile. I would make sure his pelvis touched me when he reached up. I would also brush my fingers on his hand when taking the glass from him. Sometimes he would do the same.
A few days ago my uncle called to ask if I would join him for a trip to Disneyland. Not alone; with the neighbor's wife Mary and their children Rory and Emma. Her husband Tom could not come with, and Adam had volunteered. Jane would not join either. It would be convenient if someone a bit younger would join them to look after the children now and again. And since I like children a lot, I said yes.
It would be a 3 day trip, one day in Disneyland, so we would stay in a hotel. My uncle asked me to come over next Saturday to discuss the logistics.
I was excited, since it had been months since I had been there. I looked forward to seeing him, but also to seeing Lea and Lane.
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Saturday.
We had agreed that I would be there around 10am, so I got up at 7, allowing me ample time to get ready and leave by 9.
I was rather excited about seeing my uncle again, which made me a bit nervous. Also it introduced the challenge what to wear this time. I had put together a nice ensemble yesterday, but today I deemed it not good enough, meaning I had to figure out something else.
After 15 minutes I had everything laid out for me. My favorite white shirt, which was actually a bit too short. A pair of white cotton panties, so they would not show through the white skirt. No bra but a white sports tank top, that left my belly button exposed, and accentuated my boobs.
I took a really long shower, and made sure to shave my armpits and pussy before getting dressed. I styled my hair so my long blonde hair cascaded in waves onto my shoulders and back. I knew that he liked this very much. When I was done I was wondering why I had shaved my pussy, but it seemed the right thing to do when I was showering. By 8.45 I was ready and had time to quickly grab a peanut butter sandwich, and dash to the car.
The drive over was long. Well, not longer than usual, but I was feeling warm and tingly, and the last 10 minutes of the ride, I had reached under my skirt and rubbed my mound and pussy lips gently over the fabric of my panties. I was quite wound up by the time I arrived.
As I got out of the car, I noticed that I had received a message. It was from Jane. There were only two words and an emoji: "No regrets :)"
Strange! Why would she send this to me. Maybe it was not meant for me. I texted "?" and got an immediate response from her: ";) <3"
I got out and rang the doorbell. "Coming..." I heard my uncle say, only to have him opening the front door mere seconds later.
I went inside and he closed the door. I gave him a hug, lifting myself onto my toes so I could properly hug him with my arms over his shoulders. Standing like this did not give me much stability so I kind of stumbled into him, and my lips ended up in his neck. He did not react to this, although his hands were on my hips, steadying me and at the same time pulling me into him.
"Ohh uncle Adam... It's so good to see you again." I said.
"I can only agree with that," he said, "it has been far too long."
We held the hug for a few more seconds, and then we parted.
"Let me see you," he said.
I stepped back and spun around for him, smiling.
He looked at me with a very big smile.
"Gorgeous..." he said, "I like what you did with your hair..."
"But I have to disappoint you... I am already seeing someone." he continued.
This made me laugh like a little girl. I know he likes it when I laugh like that. He has always said it makes him feeling young and cheerful as well.
"Speaking of which," I said, "where is everyone?"
"Jane is out of town this weekend with her bestie, and Lea and Lane are shopping in the city. They should be back around 10pm tonight." Adam said.
This was unexpected. He did not tell me this when agreeing to meet him. Sure, I have always felt safe with Adam, but this was giving me slight doubts about what was going on. It was unusual.
Was it a coincidence, or a careful plot to get me alone? Did he even tell Lea and Lane that I would be coming over? And did Jane even know that we were together today, without anyone else present?
At the same time, my heart jumped and it me smile. He noticed. His eyes caught mine and he smiled back.
"Coffee?", he asked.
"Yes please, with a small cloud of milk please." I responded.
"After you..." he said, taking my hand and gesturing for me to walk ahead.
I knew that he only did this so he could see me from behind. So he could see the skirt bounce on my ass. So he could see my legs. I played along, making sure my hips made ample swaying motion when I walked. I made small steps, so it would take a bit longer to get there. The tingly feeling in my nether regions grew a bit stronger.
Looking over my shoulder unexpectedly to Adam, I caught his eyes on my ass shooting back up onto my eyes in embarrassment. Turning my head back into the direction I was walking, the corners of my mouth started pointing upward, me silently humming a faint melody in the back of my mind when I got to the kitchen. I liked his attention, like I have always done.
Noone else was around, his stares making me feel wanted by my uncle. The forbidden nature of my flirting was making me even more excited, almost making me forget why I was here. I knew nothing would happen; he was too much of a gentleman for that, but at the same time I could not help but wonder.
"Coffee will take a little while to make," he said, "would you like a glass of water in the meantime?"
"Sure."
"Help yourself," Adam said, "you know where to find a drinking glass," while filling the kettle to boil water.
I walked over to the cupboard while considering what I should do. Should I take one from the shelf that I could still reach, or should I reach for the top shelf, fully well knowing I could not reach high enough... I decided for the latter.
Opening the cupboard and playfully reaching for a drinking glass on the top shelf, I moaned that I could not reach it.
He looked at me and said to take one from the shelf below, as he was starting the fire to boil the water.
"But I really like the one glass up there," I said.
He smiled at me knowingly, I think, and came over. I did not step aside but stood on my toes and kept reaching upwards. It made my calves more prominent and made the rear of my skirt go higher. I'm sure he could see my panties.
He came up behind me, and in order to reach the glass I meant, he had to brush up onto my rear side. I was not entirely sure, but I think I could feel his bulge pressing into my ass. I did not pull away from him. If anything at all, I was making sure that I could feel him better, so I pushed back briefly, and yes, for sure, there was something semi-hard pressing into my ass. A little moan escaped from my mouth.
He stepped back and gave me the drinking glass. When I looked at him he was smiling broadly. Then his expression turned a bit more serious very briefly and he whispered "thank you...", only to smile again and carrying on to getting filters for the coffee.
Those mere two words made all the difference for me. Especially in the way he had said them. It told me he was really paying attention. That he liked me being there. That he might want things to progress, but he would probably never lead me into anything. It told me he appreciated what had happened, while at the same time keeping a distance. It made me smile, again...
Adam had gotten two mugs and spoons, a filter cup and a coffeepot by the time the water was boiling. He waited for the bubbles to stop, and then started the slow process of pouring the water onto the coffee in the filter. He was very patient. Not filling it up completely in one go, but pouring slowly, gradually filling the filter with water until about half way, only to let the filter do its job, and repeat the process again. He was fully committed to making a good cup of coffee.
