The Bond Between Me and My Uncle

My uncle was a man of adventure, always up for trying new things. When he asked me to go bowling, I couldn’t wait to spend the day with him. I had always thought of him as more than just an uncle, someone who understood me and made me feel special. As I got ready for our outing, I couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted to impress him.

“Hi, Sweetie,” he said, as he always did, with a warm hug and a playful tickle. I giggled and hugged him back, feeling a flutter in my chest. “You look stunning, Sherry,” he said, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I blushed and felt my nipples harden under my dress.

We drove to the bowling alley, chatting about school and my friends. I mentioned my boyfriend, and my uncle’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Tell me more about him,” he said, and I found myself opening up to him about our kisses and the way he made me feel. But as we arrived at the alley, I was grateful for the distraction of the lanes and the music.

I did well at bowling, and my uncle was proud of me. As we took breaks, he brought me beers, and I felt a little reckless and carefree. I started to giggle and laugh, and before I knew it, I was telling him about my boyfriend’s tongue and the way it made me feel. My uncle listened intently, his eyes sparkling with interest.

“Sherry, you are a beautiful and shapely girl,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “What else does he do to you? You can tell me. It’s between you and me.” I hesitated, unsure if I should share more, but something about his words made me feel safe and trusting.

I blurted out the truth, telling him about my boyfriend’s hand and the way it made me feel. My uncle’s eyes never left mine, and I felt a sense of shame and excitement at the same time. But as I continued to talk, I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders, and I knew I had made the right decision.

As we drove home, my uncle parked the car in a secluded spot and turned off the engine. “I’ll bet it felt really good then,” he said, his voice dripping with understanding. I nodded, feeling a sense of relief and trust wash over me.

“Do you know the facts of life, honey?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. I shook my head, feeling a little scared but also excited. My uncle smiled and pulled out two more bottles of beer, and we sat there in silence, the only sound the hum of the engine.

“Scoot over here,” he said, his hand on my knee and under my dress. I felt a jolt of electricity as his fingers touched my skin, and I knew I was in for a wild ride. “Is this how your boyfriend puts his hand up here like this?” he asked, his fingers moving up my leg to my panties. I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement and trepidation.

“Does he do this to you?” my uncle asked, his fingers probing and rubbing on my body. I sighed, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me. “Yes,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Does it feel good?” my uncle asked, his fingers moving faster and more insistently.

I nodded, feeling my body respond to his touch. “You’re a wet little girl,” he said, his voice low and husky. I felt a sense of shame and excitement at the same time, but as his fingers continued to probe and rub on my body, I knew I was in for a wild ride.

As I sat in the car with my uncle, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of fascination with the human body. His words, “Play with them, sweetie, they have the joy of life in them,” echoed in my mind as I gently stroked his balls.

“Do you want to kiss my penis?” he asked, his voice low and inviting. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do.

“It’s nice if you kiss my penis and lick off my juices,” he encouraged, his hand gently stroking my hair.

I leaned in, my mouth meeting his penis in a tender kiss. The taste was foreign, yet strangely alluring. I licked again, feeling a thrill run through me.

“Put your mouth around my penis while you are fondling my balls,” Uncle instructed, his voice low and husky. I did as he asked, my mouth and tongue working in tandem to bring him pleasure.

As I sucked and licked, I felt a sense of wonder and excitement. I was doing something new, something forbidden, and it was exhilarating.

It was then that Uncle’s penis began to pulse, filling my mouth with the sensation of his release. I swallowed, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.

“That was wonderful, Sherry,” Uncle said, his voice full of gratitude. I nodded, my mouth still full of his semen.

“Those are some of the facts of life, sweetie,” Uncle said, zipping up his pants. “You’re a very sexy and sexual woman.”

As we drove home, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I had learned something new today, something that would stay with me forever.

It was a few weeks later when Uncle visited again, this time with a different plan in mind. “Let’s go bowling, Sherry,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“No beer,” my mom reminded him sternly, but Uncle just smiled and promised to behave.

We went bowling, laughing and joking together as we had done before. But this time, Uncle had a different agenda in mind.

“I’ve got a room for us,” he said, leading me to a motel. “We’ll talk about things and I need to show you things that we can’t do in a car or at a bowling alley.”

I was nervous, but excited. I had a feeling that today was going to be different.

As we sat in the room, Uncle pulled out a video tape. “I’ve got a special gift for you, Sherry,” he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

The video showed a woman and a man, their bodies entwined in a passionate dance. I felt a sense of wonder and excitement as I watched, my heart pounding in my chest.

“You’re a very sexy little girl,” Uncle said, his hand sliding up my leg. I felt a sense of shyness, but also a sense of excitement.

“Uncle, I love it,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please don’t stop.”

Uncle smiled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You like me feeling your cunt, don’t you?” he asked, his fingers probing me gently.

“Yes, I do,” I said, my voice filled with emotion. “I love it so much.”

And then, Uncle stopped. “Sherry, I’m going to show you something new,” he said, his voice low and husky.

He got off the couch, his eyes locked on mine. “Remember how you licked my penis?” he asked, his voice filled with desire.

“Yes, I do,” I said, my mouth dry with anticipation.

“I’m going to lick you now,” Uncle said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Lean back.”

I did as he asked, my body trembling with anticipation. And then, Uncle’s tongue was on me, licking me in a slow, sensual rhythm.

I felt a sense of wonder and excitement, my body responding to his touch. I was acting out a scene from the video, but it was real, and it was mine.

“Uncle, please don’t stop,” I moaned, my body trembling with desire.

But Uncle just smiled, his eyes locked on mine. “Say ‘okay, okay’ when you’ve had enough,” he said, his voice low and husky.

I didn’t want to speak, just feel. But I knew I had to say something, so I exhaled and inhaled and exhaled again, and said, finally, “Okay, okay.”

And then, it was over. Uncle licked a few more times, and then petted me down as my breath slowed. I was his “Okay Girl,” and I knew that I would never forget this day.

That night, I lay in bed, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions. I had learned something new today, something that would stay with me forever.

And as I drifted off to sleep, I knew that I would always cherish this memory, this moment of pure joy and excitement.