Three Wees with Uncle Tom

Three Weeks With Uncle Tom

Emma, me, 18

Uncle Tom, 41

So, here's the scenario. I'm 18 and just finished school and waiting to go to college. My dad wants to go on a three weeks honeymoon with his second wife. Yeah, THREE WEEKS! And he doesn't want me on my own at home during my summer break. So he's arranged with his elder brother Uncle Tom for me to stay with.

How great is THAT gonna be for me with an elderly man living on his own? I mean he's like in his 40s; AND during my summer break, away from my friends. GROAN.

I don't really know him, hardly ever spoken with him. SUPER GROAN.

I stared out the window of the car with a sigh. At least the weather was good. And it felt good to be wearing a loose summer dress instead of the restrictive regimental school uniform. I had the window down in the car and with the feeling of the warm wind on my face allowed myself to smile.

Also thankfully I'd finished my periods yesterday. How embarrassing would it have been to explain my period pains to basically a stranger -- a man?! So that's another thing to be thankful for and smile about.

As we arrived at Uncle Tom's house my despair only grew, it became apparent that his house was so remote from anything.

"Hi, young lady, you must be Emma! Welcome!" he said.

I extended my arm out of courtesy, but he hugged me instead, right tightly as it happens; I could feel my breasts press flat on his chest. That was strange, a bit familiar from someone I hardly had spoken with, I thought. And was that twang of my bra strap accidental as his hand travelled uncomfortably all over my back?

"Let's get you to your room so you can unpack and settle in," he said as we waved goodbye to my father driving away.

Going upstairs he carried both my suitcases. He was a big tall man, bulky but not fat and decent looking for an old man, I guess. But I did notice his eyes lingering on my breasts. They ARE my best features, I believe. They are C-cup but they do stand out against my smaller 5" 4" frame. I guess I'm not actually chubby, but not skinny neither, just filled out, giving me a nice soft look, not boney at all.

"This will be your room. It's big and clean. Hope you like it," he said leading the way into the bedroom. "I'll leave you to it, then. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you, Uncle Tom," I said, trying to sound grateful as he left the room. After all he WAS going out of his way disrupting his normal life to take in a relative stranger; and he'd probably never taken care of a teenager before. Well, he doesn't have any kids of his own, does he?

I sat down on the bed and sighed. No idea what I was going to do for THREE whole weeks out in the countryside.

After taking stock of my situation I decided to just get on with the unpacking and later speak with Uncle Tom to see what's to do here.

As I started to unpack Uncle Tom returned.

"Unpacking? Good. There should be enough space for all your things," he said cheerfully.

Then, to my surprise he opened the second suitcase and was hanging up my clothes in the cupboard and making small talk! I thought that was odd. I felt awkward. I wanted to tell him I can manage but I couldn't decide the words to use without sounding rude. I was thankful he took me in, it won't be easy for him I thought having a teenager in his house - a girl at that - when he was so used to living alone.

But then I nearly choked when I saw in his hands my underwear! He was handling my underwear and putting them in the chest of draws! And was it my imagination or was he pausing a second to feel and look at my panties and bras before putting them away? Words of protests formed in my mouth...but they wouldn't come out.

He was so casual about it whilst still continuing to talk about his life, completely oblivious to my discomfort - I think it was about his life, but I couldn't hear him, my mind was on what he was DOING, not saying.

Eventually he said, "There, all done! If you need anything, just shout."

"Urm, thank you," I said haltingly, sounding unsure.

"Everything alright?" he asked with a big cheerful smile.

"Yes, yes. Thank you. But...but you needn't have troubled yourself," I finally found my voice.

"Nonsense. The least I could do."

And then he was gone from the room, and I breathed a sigh of relief. No, I felt I could now actually breathe; and I took deep relieving breaths. Eventually I finished packing from the suitcase I was unpacking from and set about becoming familiar with the room.

But then, after a while he walked in again, this time closing the door and sat down next to me on the bed; I was taking off my socks. I had one foot up across my other thigh, so I quickly put that down, thinking he could see up my dress.

"I hope you'll like it here," he started.

"Th...Thank you for having me," I felt obliged to say.

"You know, we've never really talked much before but I've seen you grow. You were such a lovely, cute little girl, bouncing around carefree. And SO pretty, like a doll, a real walking talking doll."

My eyebrows rose. Strange way to talk, I thought. "Thank you, Uncle Tom." What else could I say to that? But he had at least noticed me before.

"In fact, you're still SO pretty, but in a grown up sort of way," he continued, putting a finger under my chin, lifting my face. "Skin so smooth, soft and clear."

He ran a gentle finger across my chin, making me shiver a little. Then he ran his fingers through my hair.

"You have an extraordinarily dark, silky smooth shiny hair. It contrasts so starkly against your light skin. Yup, a true doll."

I didn't know what to say. No one's ever talked to me like this. It was so overwhelming.

"Let me take a good look at you," he said putting his hands on my shoulders and turning me towards him.

He had such a calm, gentle face with a lovely smile...but then why was I feeling...feeling uneasy?

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I shook my head.

"You MUST have a boyfriend. There must be a line of boys trying to be your suitor. I know I would be first in line if I was your age," he said with a loud jovial laugh.

That made me smile and relaxed me a bit. "You're just being silly." The words came out of my mouth even before I knew I was going to say them.

"I guess so. But there's nothing silly about these," he said as his right hand slid down from my shoulder to fully cup my left breast over my dress.

I stopped breathing.

"These are serious, making you look all grownup, no longer a little girl," he said as his smile faded and his fingers closed around the roundness, gently squeezing my tit.

Then, I felt his hand slowly and quite deliberately glide all over my breast, feeling its roundness. I could tell that with his fingertips he was tracing and feeling for the features of my bra cup -- the seams, the lace pattern, etc. -- through the thin dress.

"Yes, you're now old enough to need underwired bras," he said as his fingers traveled under the bra cup, over the said underwire.

I was too stunned to speak or move. The sudden change of events took me by surprise as he felt me up. My eyes flicked to the bedroom door. It was closed.

"Un...Uncle T...Tom?" I struggled to speak as I eventually found my voice and I looked down questioningly at his roving hand, then back up at his face.

I knew my breasts were quite prominent on my slightly smaller body. Like I said before they were only C-cup but on my body they stood out very noticeably, especially with the right bra. On occasions I felt proud to show them off with low-cut or tight fitting tops, even felt glad I was not flat-chested like some of the girls in school. Though other times they were annoying, especially when boys at school commented on them or kept staring at them...even some of the teachers! Some of them even tried to grab them...boys, not the teachers.

I had actually allowed one or two boys to touch them, but not like the way Uncle Tom was feeling me up.

I tried to feebly push his hand away and get up, but I felt too weak; and anyway his left arm was now around my shoulder, weighing me down and holding me in place on the bed.

Then he felt up my other breast, exploring the contours in a similar way.

I was confused, my breathing elevated. I felt alone. Then his hand began to undo the buttons at the front of my dress.

Oh my gosh, what's he doing?!

"Un...Uncle Tom?" My heart rate and breathing increased noticeably.

He didn't say anything until he had undone enough buttons to allow him to get his hand inside my dress to feel me up like that. Then he undid most of the front buttons to open up my dress and see my bra.

"Really lovely, Emma. Your bra really lifts your breasts; and the black lace, like your black hair, contrasts wonderfully against your white skin." He said this as he slipped my dress off both my shoulders.

This was so embarrassing; I'd never been exposed like this in front of a male before. A kind of curiosity at the back of my mind had always wanted to see how it would feel to expose myself like this to a boy I liked, to see how he'd react to my body, like any young girl would wonder looking for validation. What would a boy think about my breasts? But this was different. I tried to pull up the dress but he stopped me, his big bulk intimidating me now, elevating my breathing further.

Both his hands were now on my breasts, this time exploring directly over my bra, then sliding behind to the bra clasp.

It was then I tried to get up, getting scared. "Uncle Tom? No," I protested. But my struggles were useless against his heavier build. He leaned in and kissed me, taking me by surprise. This was no young fumbling boy kiss like I had once or twice before, this felt like a proper grown-up kiss. It took my breath away! He even put his tongue in my mouth. GROSS! My breaths were now shallow and coming fast.

I didn't know what was happening, his mouth was all over my lips and face, kissing me everywhere. I didn't even realize he'd taken my bra off until his face lowered to kiss my breast and take one of my nipples in his mouth. I GASPED! That felt electric! I never knew my nipple was SO sensitive. That having it sucked would feel SO GOOD! For a moment I stopped struggling, debilitated by the wonderful electricity spreading all through my body like of which I'd never felt before.

I sat on the bed letting him do what he wanted. He licked and sucked and hungrily attacked my breasts; making me pant and gasp with open mouth.

"Magnificent!" I think I heard him say. "Emma, your breasts are simply magnificent. What a wonderful thing for an 18year old girl to have."

I didn't even know I was now lying on the bed until he was tugging my dress and sliding it off my legs. I felt completely exposed even though I still had my panties on. I actually felt naked. My silly attempts at using my arms and crossing my legs to somehow cover me were comical.

As I lay there on the bed in a dazed state he was rapidly taking his clothes off. VERY rapidly.

He was saying things like "You look so beautiful. I always noticed you growing up. You're the prettiest in the family." But it felt like a dream, I wasn't really hearing him.

I nearly shrieked...no, I think I actually DID shriek when I saw his GIANT thing pop out of his underwear and bob menacingly in my direction. JESUS CHRIST, that thing looked SO big, hard, thick and scary! I never knew cocks could be scary! It was like a monster with balls bursting out from a jungle of hair at 45degrees angle.

I think he paused a second to let me see him naked. He wanted me to see his cock. I think he had a silly grin on his face, may be feeling proud, I couldn't be sure because I couldn't look away from the mesmerizing and captivating magnificence of his amazing cock. I'd never before seen a cock in real life at that point so this being my first sighting skewed my vision of normality. It looked BIG and menacing. I later found out it was 6inches long, longer than average, but normal for his build. But it definitely was a little bit thicker than average, the same bulky look like the rest of his body.

Then a small point of clarity emerged in my head and I realized what he was going to do. On auto pilot I tried to get up. But he was on to me quickly, pushing me down by the shoulders.

"U...Uncle Tom...No. Please let me go," I protested feebly.

"It's alright. You don't have to worry about anything. I won't hurt you, Emma," he whispered calmly.

Even as I heard his words I felt him tugging at my panties and he was pulling them down. Focused on the panties I had the oddest thought at a time like this. I wished I'd worn black panties that at least matched my black bra, instead of the non-matching dark red ones.

And there I was, lying totally naked, stripped naked by my own uncle. My protests were ignored but what stopped me from really fighting him off was his strange calm, soothing voice, almost ironically protective; and his ego boosting reassuring compliments. It confused me.

"A beautiful girl like you needs to be appreciated. I always loved looking at you as you were growing up," he said and demonstrated this by kissing me all over my body, starting from my lips, face, chin, breasts, belly and legs; at the same time stroking me with his hands as if taking energy of my youthful body through his hands.

"You smell, taste and FEEL so good, Emma," he croaked. I noticed his breathing was no longer calm.

Then he parted my legs and holding them open he said breathlessly, "Oh, my, what a lovely sight to behold...to see an 18year old girl's pretty pussy. You have no idea, Emma." Then he latched onto my pussy with his mouth...and I shrieked at the intimate contact. I was stunned at the hungry way he was...like feeding, eating down there! I even felt his fingers and tongue probing INSIDE my pussy. This was so NEW to me. It was overwhelming. I'd heard girls at school talking about this but I never thought I'd get to experience it. It felt AMAZING!

"EEEEEEEKK," I shrieked and jerked as he flicked on my clit. "YES! YES!! OOOOOHH!" I shouted out all of a sudden as great explosive energy spread across my body making me gasp in lungful of air and making my hips jerk around uncontrollably all over the place making it difficult for him to remain latched onto my pussy.

When I came down I felt totally embarrassed at my uncontrollable outburst.

He made me orgasm!

Then he was at my face, looking at me. "You see? You're young; you don't know what you're missing. You need to feel these things. It would be a waste."

Before I knew it he was on top of me, shrinking my field of view, suddenly making me feel claustrophobic, trapped under him. All I could see was him above me, his breath on my face; his weight...yes, his whole body weight was on me. Naked skin to skin! I felt his body heat all along my own naked self. And...And his thing...his big fat thing was resting near my pussy.

OhmyGod. He's going to DO IT! He's going to FUCK me! I'm going to get fucked by my uncle, my Uncle Tom!

Then my thoughts wondered to what it would feel like to have a giant, HARD cock like his shoved up my pussy. I felt dizzy at the prospect.

Even though I now knew there was nothing I could do to stop him I felt I had to continue to voice some objection. "I...Uncle Tom...I can't...I'm...I'm a v..." I couldn't say it. It was TOO embarrassing.

"Shhh. I know. And it's a shame. You need to feel. You need to know. You're so beautiful, Emma." He was always talking in a conspirative whisper as if telling me some big secret.

Who's he kidding? He just wants to fuck me, fuck a young girl.

And shouldn't I decide when I fuck, when I loose my virginity...and with whom!!!

"Please Uncle...You can't. You're my uncle."

I wondered if he was planning this all along, having a young nubile girl trapped in his house, and that's why he agreed to take me in. Or did he take one look at me as I got out of the car, and at may be my tits straining against my dress making him horny and that's when he decided to do it? When would be the last time he'd have had sex, what with him living on his own in such a remote location?

"Emma, dear, I have to. I always wanted to. I need to." THERE! He confessed. He ACTUALLY confessed his lust whilst stroking my head to calm me but he himself was panting like he had run miles, probably more from his desires welling up. I guess he was finally about to get something he had secretly craved for a while.

Even as he confessed he was directing his cock to my pussy, and I braced myself. I held my breath.

"I'm sorry, Emma, but it will hurt a little at first," he said and at the same time jabbed into me.

"OW!" I shouted aloud and began to pant to control the sharp pain. "OH! That hurts!"

"Oh..." he said. "I don't...It hasn't. I'm sorry, Emma. I'm going to have to do it again."

"OWW! NO! Please!" I hugged him tightly to me with auto-reflex, looking for some comfort from the searing pain.

Then a third time. This time he really jabbed with ALL his powerful manly force centered on his ramrod.

"OWWWW! That REALLY hurt!" I screamed into his ear. And this time I felt it give and felt his hard cock slide straight through. The force of his entry meant his cock slid right through in one sharp lunge and it was now fully embedded in my sore pussy to the very back. I couldn't help but to shed some relieving tears and continue to hug him waiting for the pain to subside. I was aware of his whole hot naked body tightly pressing down on me.

It was the strangest feeling to have something so HARD, long and wide filling my pussy. It felt like something unnatural was shoved up there stretching my pussy. It felt painful for a while but slowly the pain WAS subsiding, and it was beginning to feel...well, strangely good!

I knew what he did of course. My Uncle Tom just took my virginity...Yes my dad's elder brother shoved his cock into me and just took my virginity. And he was raping me. I didn't ask to be fucked. My dad trusted him to take care of me, protect me...instead of fucking me.

"It's OK. The pain will go away very soon. Sorry," he said with his rigid cock embedded deep in my pussy. He stayed unmoving for a minute, letting me get used to having a cock in my vagina. "It took more effort than normal. Looks like you were well protected. Others I've had were much easier."

Others? How many virgins has he fucked?!!

And then it started, the gentle slow sliding out then back in.

OHMYGOD! THAT FELT FANTASTIC!!! EVERY bit of my vagina was being stimulated AT THE SAME TIME! His slow movement concentrated my mind to our joining. The tight fit meant I felt all his cock ridges as they rubbed my vagina walls.

Great euphoric pleasure spread throughout my body making me feel good and smile.

And then he was fucking me. Good hard thrusts increasing my pleasure level exponentially. I made some strange noises of joy, thoroughly enjoying what my Uncle was doing to me. I readily hugged him to me, letting him do all the work whilst I lay under him revelling in this new experience, no longer pushing him away. I even spread my legs wider inviting him, wanting him to push inside me further.

He speeded up, grunting and straining causing another explosive orgasm to reverberate through my body, making me scream and shake with joy.

OH! This is FANTASTIC!!

Suddenly "UNGH!" Uncle Tom grunted loudly as if in great pain, scarring me, as he held a powerful thrust deep in me, grinding himself against my pussy, causing my clit to zing!

I felt his cock harden even more and pulse rapidly, and felt warm liquid filling me, sending further ripples of pleasure dancing throughout my naked body.

I felt alive and happy!

All these were amazing new sensations that overwhelmed me and I eventually released my tight grip on my Uncle and lay flopped, weak with exhaustion, abandoning my body to him.