My uncle owned acres of farmland in Wales near the coast. When we were young we'd occasionally stay at his for a few nights holiday with my Dad and my Mum. On my dad's brother's land was lots of trees and forestry parts great for climbing and making hide-outs, which was great for me as a little girl. I always enjoyed staying with Uncle Geoff.
Now as a freshly grown adult, and at 20 just out of my teen years I had decided to head back to Uncle Geoff's farm for some peace and quiet over the month long Easter Holidays from my University to revise before my final exams.
It had been a fairly long journey by train, and I had spent the majority of the time entertaining myself by reading my book and intermittently fantasising about fucking the other passengers as we travelled along the long miles to the remote village in Wales that I was to disembark at. I often find myself very horny as I broke up with my boyfriend over a month ago and haven't had sex since.
It was late evening and dark as I left the train the cold wind whipped around my body. Underneath my long coat my nipples started standing to attention in the chill as I watched my Uncle's Golf rumble up the path to the station. He pulled the car up close to me and jumped out the driver seat. He came round the car and held the passenger door open for me, with his deep cigarette smokers voice said, "Welcome back to paradise, Lily. Do enjoy our balmy evening wind." He smirked at his own sarcasm as I watched his eyes rake up my body.
"Thanks for coming to pick me up Uncle Geoff," I warmly said to him. Then I stepped forward to give him a quick hug as a thank you like I always had since I was a little girl. "It's such horrible weather, on the plus side this grim rainy and windy weather is perfect for studying. I'll have no temptation to go outside!"
"Well it's good for you and it's good for my crops," Geoff replied as he closed the passenger door, walked around the car, as he sat down in the seat he continued, "but it isn't great for my poker playing, no-one's going to walk to the pub in this horrible weather, and the Police have been so hot on drink driving none of us dare drive to the local pub anymore. Now, let's get home."
The farm house was much like it had always been, thick stone walls, his big wood fire burning in the living room and thick sheep skin rugs over the cold stone tiled floor. "I've tidied up the little guest room for you, it has nice clean sheets on the bed and I've left you a set of towels for when you wash." He smiled at me, and I headed up the stairs to the guest room.
I dumped my bag on the floor and tested out the bed -- it was a single and spongy. I left my coat in the room and headed down to the living room to sit with Uncle Geoff. As I walked in he was pouring us both a large glass of wine, and he passed me a glass and a cigarette. I leant forward and he lit it. "Thanks Uncle Geoff, our little secret. You know how angry Dad would get if he knew I was smoking, him being a reformed ex-smoker himself he likes to preach his anti-smoking doctrine at every opportunity, and I wouldn't like to upset him."
"No problem Lily, you're old enough to make your own bad decisions now," Then he winked, "Plus I find young women smoking most attractive. When I was young, I was smoking at 12. Back then they didn't know how bad the cigarettes really were, and now I've turned 60 I see no point in giving it up. I'm healthy and the doctor says I'm fine, I guess it's all the energetic work on the farm keeping me in shape and heath, well apart from the bit of a beer belly..." With that he lifted the bottom of his jumper a little to pull on a small bulge of flab for me to see saying, "We all know how to get rid of this, stop with the booze, but I love the liberation of a few drinks, and hunny I can see you do!"
My own glass was nearly finished. I'd glugged the wine down speedily while he'd been speaking, thinking I'd like a few drinks to get myself off to sleep nicely after all the travelling today. I shrugged innocently and said, "Sorry Uncle Geoff, I'm just a little thirsty," To which he chuckled and filled up my glass again.
"Now let's see if there's anything on this infernal digital TV," Uncle Geoff said to me and started flicking though the channels. At 11.15 on a Monday night there wasn't much on the channels, we flicked up the numbers passing teleshopping, telebetting, past a range of badly filmed American sit com re-runs. "There's never anything decent on," Uncle Geoff grumbled and flicked the channels further up, a big titted middle- aged woman appeared. Her nipples were barely covered by the typing "XXX Milfs -- Press Red button to Enter. £5.99 per rental."
I blushed at the image. "That's not quite what we were wanting is it Uncle?" I managed a nervous giggle at the situation.
"No, not at all." Uncle Geoff replied, "Let's see if there's something better." With that he switched one channel up and shot a mischievous look over to me, "Asain babes - small tits, not really my thing. Oh, it's fatties next, that's definitely not what I want to be seeing. Now, this is a little better, younger girls. Doesn't that blonde girl have nice titties Lily?" He asked me directly.
"Urm, they do look nice and round and firm I suppose." I responded, shuffling a little awkwardly on my seat. I wasn't sure where this was going, I took a huge gulp of my drink. "I do like this wine, why don't you turn the channel over?"
He flicked the channels up one more, this time a busty brunette with pig tails stared out at us, her fingers cupping her boobs covering her nipples. Uncle Geoff commented, "These ones do look nice, they're not a pinch on yours though, hun," My Uncle smiled widely at me as I sat there stunned to hear the words coming out of his mouth. "Yours Lily, now they look nicer and rounder and a lot more firm since you've got older. Your titties look like a decent handful or more. You must win a lot of men over with a cleavage as deep as yours on such a slim waist. " He shuffled his trousers into a different position, I felt slightly uncomfortable under his gaze. I swear I could see the hairs on his chest that poke out the top of his shirt raising and falling faster as his breath sped up from the excitement of saying such disgracefully naughty things to me.
I looked over at him earnestly and said, "Uncle Geoff, you really shouldn't be making inappropriate comments about my body like that. Nor should we have the TV showing X-Rated images. You're my Uncle and I've been told it's not right."
"Oh don't worry Lily hunny, I was just making a passing comment about how you've grown. They're hardly X-rated images darling, all their nipples and pussies are covered up. Although it would be so much better if they were all on show, don't you agree? How many boys have you allowed to suck on your nipples and titties Lily?" He asked.
"Only t-t-three guys Uncle G-G-Geoff, and they were all my boyfriends," I stuttered a defensive response.
"Did you let them bite on your pert nipples little Lily?" He enquired further.
"Y-Yes, I did." I answered.
"Good," Uncle Geoff replied. "I'm glad you've started to find your sexuality. It's such a great gift, to be turned on, to orgasm and to give pleasure, isn't it?"
"I suppose so?" I said.
"You like to give pleasure you naughty little girl, don't you?" He asked.
"Y-Yes, I suppose so Uncle Geoff." I was feeling a little scared of the direction the conversation was going.