Love After a Reunion

Sorry if this isn't very good, this is my first time writing a story like this. Useful criticism is welcome.

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When I'd finally reunited with my estranged uncle, I had quite literally walked into him. I was leaning on my cart handle as I walked through the store, finally crossing the last item off on my grocery list when I felt my cart crash into someone else's.

"Oh no, I'm so-!" My head shot up, feeling surprised and elated as my eyes widened when I realized exactly who I'd run into. "Uncle Derek!" My uncle blinked blankly at me for a second before his eyes lit up, immediately walking around his cart to pull me into a hug.

"Ellie! It's been a long time since I last saw you, hasn't it? How's everything been?" I leaned into my uncle's nice, strong grip, eagerly hugging him back. The last time I'd seen him was seven years ago, back when I was fourteen. He'd had a fight with my parents before being kicked out of our house, and was told not to come back. My mother never told me why, and I'd missed him a lot since he used to come around ever couple of weeks.

"Everything's been going alright, I've been doing pretty good!" I reluctantly let Uncle Derek go, shifting back to lean on my cart like I had before. Uncle Derek moved back as well, propping his elbow up on his own cart. "I've actually been going to the local college for about a year now. I'm studying nursing."

"You have? How haven't I run into you before now, then?"

"No idea." I laughed, gazing at my uncle with a warm smile. We stood and chatted for a few minutes before I needed to get going, needing to get back to my rented home. We shared phone numbers and promised to get together one night before parting ways, to catch up on old times.

It was after a week of talking that Uncle Derek and I were able to make plans, so that Saturday night we decided to put them into action. I picked Uncle Derek up at the door of his apartment building, sliding into the passenger seat at his insistence of being my chauffer for the night.

"You look... wonderful, El. Almost dazzling." He complimented. I couldn't help but blush at it, brushing my hand over my dress. I'd opted for a snug, green dress that showed off quite a bit of my figure. Probably a bit too dressy for a movie and a dinner at a local bar, but I enjoyed dressing up and showing off my looks.

"Thanks, Uncle Derek."

"You're welcome. I'm glad you're able to cone out, you've grown so much since I last saw you... I missed you, Ellie."

"I miss you too, Uncle Derek. I'm really excited to be going out with you tonight." I propped my elbow against the car door, watching buildings and people go by. My mind wandered as he drove, centering back on the one particular question that kept bugging me. "Uncle Derek... Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, El! Anything you like."

It was probably the wrong time to ask this question, but it's been such a burning question in my head for the past seven years that I needed an answer for it. "Why didn't you ever visit again? Why'd you stay away?" I looked over at Uncle Derek as he went quiet, watching his fingers tap a nonsense rhythm onto the steering wheel.

"I'm... sure your mother made you very aware that I didn't like your father." I only nodded in response, waiting for him to finish before commenting. I didn't blame Uncle Derek for that, really. My father hadn't been the nicest person, I'd often hear him and my mother arguing as I was growing up; most arguments having been started by him. I'd been more relieved than anything when he died. "When we were growing up your mother was loud- and very proud of it. She was never afraid to state her opinion on anything, even if it caused her a bit of trouble for it... until she met your father. She changed over time after they got together, into someone I barely recognized as my sister. The day I was kicked out, I nearly decked him because I saw him slap your mother. She kicked me out to avoid me causing anymore trouble, because your father probably would've called the cops on me if I'd stayed any longer."

I wasn't quite sure how the story made me feel. Was I happy that I had an answer? Definitely. It had definitely satisfied the burning curiosity I'd had in the back of my mind... But it didn't make me feel better, knowing the reason he'd been kicked out was kind of garbage. "My father definitely would've deserved it if you hit him. He was a bit of a jerk... I'm sorry mom pushed you away."

"Unfortunately, El, that's just the way life is sometimes. At least I'm able to see you now, I'm happy to have you back in my life." Uncle Derek temporarily moved one hand off the steering wheel, reaching over to grip my knee. Since he hadn't taken his eyes off the road however, his hand ended up drifting a bit too high and gently gripping the inside of my thigh. My cheeks began to burn slightly as what felt like a bolt of electricity jolted up my spine, gazing down at his hand. I was afraid to explore the feeling of excitement I felt at the touch, managing to lightly pat Uncle Derek's hand in response. I was almost sad when his hand withdrew back to the steering wheel, missing the touch.

We'd opted to see a cheesy romance film with the intention to poke fun at it, something fun to enjoy our first night hanging out together. The theater was almost empty, it was only the two of us and three other people, and we were the only group there. Uncle Derek had taken the outer seat, meaning that I had to climb over him to get in and out when duty called.

I tripped on the edge of the carpet as I tried to get back to my seat, and I squeaked as I lost my balance. I ended up with my face inches away from Uncle Derek's, one of my hands on his shoulder and the other on his thigh only inches away from his crotch.

"Are you okay, El?" Uncle Derek asked with a straight face, something odd in his voice as he spoke carefully. It was too dark to see if he was blushing, something I was grateful for since it meant he couldn't see that my cheeks were burning a beet red.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I breathed out, feeling paralyzed. I needed to move, I knew that much, but the longer I hesitated I began to feel Uncle Derek's thumb begin to lightly brush over my hip. He other hand reached up to settle on my other hip, slowly drifting it's way up my side until it cupped one of my tits. My face felt like it was on fire from the feeling of excitement and something else the touch made me feel... Was it desire? My hand on his thigh slowly began to drift up, our heads inching closer, close enough for our noses to touch-

The music on the screen behind us signaled the end of the movie, the sound of a quiet applause dragging us out of the intimate moment we'd found ourselves in. I stood up just as the lights flickered on, taking a step back to give Uncle Derek a chance to get to his feet.

"The movie was nice... I think the ending was my favorite part." Uncle Derek coughed, and in the light I could see that he was blushing too.

"I think so too." I agreed, wondering if he really meant the movie or if he was talking about what had happened between us. I definitely hoped it was the latter. It was wrong, certainly, he was my uncle, and yet... The way we had gazed at each other, the feeling of his touch... I couldn't help the way I felt, and that fact made me both excited and scared. Uncle Derek took my hand as we headed to the exit, and I was more than happy to follow him out of the theater like that.

Something had changed in our relationship after we made it to the bar, and I could see it. I found myself often touching Uncle Derek's arm when I didn't need to, to find his hand on my knee when he leaned over to whisper something. And even though I knew it really didn't mean anything, shivers had run up my spine when Uncle Derek didn't mention I was his niece to the bartender. I let myself indulge with two drinks while Uncle Derek kept to just one, not going to my limit since I still needed to drive home after dropping him off at his apartment.

I was sad when dinner eventually came to a close, knowing our night together was ending. I didn't want it to stop, partially because I was afraid that whatever spark that had lit between Uncle Derek and I would fade by the next time we went out. Like the movies, we left the bar hand-in-hand as we headed to the car, keeping a peaceful silence between us in the car.

"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?" Uncle Derek asked as he parked the car, turning to look at me as he turned it off. I knew I should say no, that I needed to get home soon so I could get enough sleep before having to do schoolwork and chores. But it would prolonge the night a bit more, so I smiled and nodded. I wasn't ready for this night to finish yet.

"Yeah, I will. Sounds nice." I didn't even drink coffee! But I climbed out of the car, following Uncle Derek into the building. I grabbed his hand once we were on the elevator, not letting it go as I let him lead me to his apartment. I tried not to get distracted by how quaint it looked, seeing a nice, cozy place to live before we headed into the kitchen. That's where we finally let each other go.

"I'll get the coffee, could you get the mugs out of that cabinet?"

"Of course." I crossed over to the cabinet, aware of Uncle Derek's gaze watching me as I walked. I wiggled my butt a little, my heart skipping a few beats in excitement and fear as I reached up to grab the mugs. It didn't take long until Uncle Derek's hands gently gripped my hips, and I let out a gasp as he pressed a kiss to my neck. "Oh!" I tilted my head a little, letting out a sigh as his lips gently kissed and massaged my neck. I put down the mugs and leaned back into him, each touch sending electricity through my body. I ground back against his pelvis, and not too long after I felt something beginning to poke me. I shifted when Uncle Derek paused to breathe, turning in his arms and wrapping my arms around his neck before pressing an eager kiss to his lips.

Uncle Derek tugged me away from the counter during our makeout session, his hands on my waist as he guided me out of the kitchen. I shivered as they slipped lower, dipping under the edge of my dress and pulling at it. We broke our kiss and embrace twice, the first time to pull off my dress and his shirt, the second time so I could settle comfortably back on the bed. Uncle Derek unbuckled his pants, discarding them at the end of the bed before he climbed on to straddle my hips.

"Do you want to do this?" Uncle Derek's voice was as soft as his touch, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to my breasts. I was lying in bed with my uncle on top of me, both of us in our underwear with my hands on his hips and his hands tracing over the edge of my bra. This was wrong, so very wrong... But the sight of him above me, his half-fomed erection visible in his underwear and loving touches had turned me on so much that I could feel a wet spot forming in my panties. We could back out now, and we wouldn't have done anything too bad. We could move on and forget it all. But I didn't want to.

"Yes, Uncle Derek. I want this, please." I reassured him, a hint of pleading creeping into my voice. I didn't want to stop.

Uncle Derek responded by pressing an eager kiss to my lips, his hands deftly slipping off my bra and freeing my c-cup breats as he tossed the garment to the floor. He slipped his tongue in my mouth as I let out a soft moan, his hands focusing their attention on my tits, eagerly squeezing and petting every inch of them. I let out a sound of complaint when Uncle Derek broke the kiss, the sound becoming a pleasured moan as his mouth moved down to my breasts. He licked and sucked each nipple, making me squirm each time he gave them a little nip. It felt absolutely amazing, practically making me gush. I could feel his cock harden completely in his boxers, tenting them as he pressed up against my pelvis. I bucked my hips, brushing our parts together and making him groan.

While I was far from a virgin, the guys I'd had sex with previously hadn't been as experienced as my uncle, and save for one or two, had never shown my tits this much attention in foreplay. They'd only ever really cared about getting themselves off. But Uncle Derek wasn't just some boy I met at school for a fun time, just like I wasn't some chick he'd picked up off the street.

I bit my lip as Uncle Derek's mouth moved lower, pressing light kisses to my stomach as he moved down. Before long I felt his fingers lightly tugging my wet panties down, tossing them over his shoulder to discard them.

"You're so wet, El." Uncle Derek breathed as he paused, watching my pussy leaking fluids in excitement. He thankfully didn't seem to mind I was neatly trimmed instead of shaven as his fingers gently pulled apart my labia.

"And it's all because of y-ah!" I let out a shout, my teasing cut off as Uncle Derek's talented mouth pressed to my clit, kissing and licking it with the same treatment he'd shown my nipples. Waves of pleasure coarsed through my body, forcing him to press his hands against my hips as I squirmed to hold me in place. I gripped the blanket desperately as he let one of my legs go, feeling one of his fingers dip inside of me. "Oh, Uncle Derek! Yes! Just like that!"

Uncle Derek continued his onslaught on my clit at my encouragement, slipping another finger inside my pussy. It didn't take long for a pressure to build up inside of me, and the insertion of a third finger sent me over the edge.

"Uncle Derek!" I squealed, my toes curling up as I tossed my head back against the pillow. I rode out one of the best orgasms I'd had in my life on my uncle's thrusting fingers, feeling them still only after I stopped gushing.

I panted hard as I watched Uncle Derek pull his hand out, watching him lick my fluids off his hand to clean it before finally taking his boxers off and letting his cock spring free. It wasn't too long but it was nice and thick, the head of it shiny with precum. "You taste so good, El..." He groaned softly as he climbed back on top of me. He gently thrust his cock alongside the length of my labia, being sure to rub against my clit as he kissed my lips. He was right, I did taste sweet. And even though I'd just had an orgasm, the light tease of his cock brushing against me was already getting me worked up and wet again. If what we'd just done wasn't technically incest, there was no doubt what we were going to do next was. "Can I...?"

"Yes! I want you inside me, Uncle Derek. I want you to take my pussy." I pleaded before he finished, making him smile at the interruption. Uncle Derek pushed himself off me a bit, straightening up his clock and slowly slipping the tip of it inside me. We both groaned each other's name, my arms reaching up to wrap around his neck. He slipped inside bit by bit, and it wasn't long until he was fully inside me. It felt like heaven. While his cock wasn't the biggest one I'd ever taken in, it was such a perfect fit, almost like we were made for each other. Like we were supposed to do this.

"Oh, Ellie... You feel amazing." Uncle Derek groaned, leaning his head down to kiss me again. He pulled out slightly just as our lips met before he slipped back in, his thrusts setting a pace I was eager to match with my own. The feeling I got from the friction of our coupling was utterly amazing, my pussy seemingly none too eager to let go of his cock as it moved.

"Harder, Uncle Derek! Go faster!" I begged after a few minutes, my fingers gripping tight to his shoulders. Uncle Derek complied, propping my legs up before picking up the pace. The feeling of his cock pounding into my cervix, the sound of his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust was almost too much for the both of us.

"God, El, I'm going to come!"

"Me too! Oh, Uncle Derek!" Uncle Derek covered my lips in a breathless kiss once again, letting my tongue slip into his mouth before he gently sucked on it. That tipped me over the edge and after one more thrust I came with a shout, crying my uncle's name into his mouth as I clung to him tight. Uncle Derek groaned as my pussy tightened even more around his cock, thrusting in one last time before the force of it sent him into his own orgasm. I groaned as I felt his cum inside me, filling me up with an odd warmth. We clung tightly to each other as we rode out the waves of pleasure, the room stinking of sweat and sex as we settled down. Uncle Derek slowly pulled himself out and we lay in each other's arms, falling asleep to light kisses and loving touches.