Summer was here. It was time for my parents to ship me off to the shoebox that was my uncle's apartment. This time was different, however. I had just turned 18, which meant I would finally have some freedoms.
My parents dropped me off with their customary goodbyes while my uncle wrapped one arm around my shoulders and used the other to wave them off. When they were out of sight, he turned me in his arms to face him. I did not miss the way his eyes gave me a good once-over before he pulled me into a tighter hug than usual. He was in his late forties now, with a gut, and he all but crushed my small frame to his aged body. As he ushered me inside, his hand trailed down my back, and I thought I felt his fingers lightly trace down the middle of my ass.
"Sorry to say that the spare room is serving as a storage right now," he said as soon as we got inside. "The couch will wreak havoc on you if you sleep on it, but I have a queen-sized bed, so we'll both fit."
Why I didn't think much of this, I don't know.
The first couple of nights passed uneventfully. I hugged my respective side of the bed while he hugged his. But it was on the third night that things started to happen. It was in the middle of the night, and I was surprised to wake and find that his arm was around my waist, just below my breasts. I nudged him, stirring him from his sleep. "Uncle, are you ok?" I asked.
"Huh?" He blinked sleepily at me. "Oh, yeah, sorry... it's just been awhile since I had the comfort of someone to cuddle. You don't mind, do you?"
"Uh, I guess not," was my whispered reply. I shifted to a more comfortable position and fell asleep. Hours later, just before the sun would be coming up, I woke again. This time, his hand was under my shirt, warm and just barely touching the undersides of my breasts. He was also pressed even tighter against me. It really should have struck me as odd, but it didn't. I was barely 18, sheltered, and a virgin... so I fell back asleep.
When we finally woke, neither of us said anything as we got out of bed and went about our day. This peculiar cuddling went on for another night. After that, things really took a turn...
Something was making me feel good. So, so good. I was having a dream like I'd never had before. It felt so real, that I eventually managed to surface out of my sleep-- and that's when I realized my uncle's hand was actually *on* my breast, and gently toying with my nipples. I'd never been touched like that, and, while my brain knew it was wrong, my body was responding. I could hear my uncle's steady, even breathing, which meant he was doing it in his sleep. I let out a tiny moan, acknowledging the throbbing between my legs. In the end, however, my brain won, and I detached myself from my mom's brother.
The next few days were strange and confusing for me. I was more careful around my uncle during the day, becoming aware of how he would try to touch me whenever possible. During the nights, I would wake and find him pressed against me, playing with my nipples while I struggled with wanting more, but always pushing him away.
It was another night, and I mentally prepped myself before going to bed. I positioned myself even closer to the edge, as far away from him as possible... but it changed nothing.
This time, I was roused from my sleep by the feeling of his fingers sliding up and down my wet slit. He was making soft grunting noises, and grinding against my ass. I could feel his erection rubbing against me. I wanted to stop it. I knew I should have. But the feeling was so exquisite, I found myself opening my legs a bit more. I was certain he wasn't fully asleep this time, since he took advantage of my parted legs and dipped the tip of his finger into my cunt. I moaned, which only encouraged him to keep rubbing me and, periodically, dipping his finger a bit further inside me.
Then, he withdrew his hand, leaving me panting softly. A few seconds later, he pulled my panties down a bit and replaced his hand. Against my ass, I could feel the hot flesh of his cock rubbing insistently on my bum. Lost in the wonderful feeling of him stroking my clit over and over, I instinctively moved my ass against him. He shifted until his hardness was sliding between the slick lips of my pussy, and gyrated back and forth. My moans were still quiet, but they were also more steady. About a minute later, I felt the nerve endings down there burn white-hot, and the room spun.
I came, my body shuddering as the lip on the head of his cock stroked me to completion. Seconds later, I felt a burning wetness, and the throbbing of his organ. I didn't know what happened, at the time, all I knew was that I'd just done something taboo-- and I was tired. Once my post-orgasm shudders ceased, I fell into a deep sleep.
I thought things would go back to their let's-pretend-nothing-happened routine by morning, but they didn't. The sun burned into my eyes as I tried to get up, only to realize my uncle's hand was on my breasts again.
"Good morning," he whispered. He pressed against me, then, and I felt his hardness on my ass again.
He began tweaking my nipples and letting his hand roam all over.
"Uncle, stop," I said nervously, shifting so that I was facing him. "We... we shouldn't be doing this."
"What's wrong?" He simpered, his hand gliding down into my panties. "Doesn't it feel good?" He asked, making me moan as he rubbed my clit. My eyes fell closed and I opened my legs, panting. It was a struggle for me to stop him before I came.
