Uncle

You're having difficulty sleeping and it's not just because it's a warm night. The main problem is that you can't stop thinking about Uncle Curtis you love him for sure cause he is your uncle and he has always been there for you as a shoulder to cry on and he's very protective of you, and the fact that he's crashing in the guest room, just a short distance down the hallway.

You think about your uncle a lot. Actually, 'thinking' doesn't describe it properly. 'Fantasizing' is more accurate. You fantasize about him all the time, and now that he's under the same roof your imagination has shifted into overdrive. He's family yes but he is still a man and you like that he's a real man not a boy. A very fit,smart, funny, charming,caring man and good looking too your a woman so you are still attracted to him hey maybe, he is attracted to you too, who knows right. You have caught him glancing at your perfect round little perky butt, but you have glanced at his round tight butt too. You are both very touchy and like to feel each other too so no harm there right.

What if you got up and snuck into his room right now? What if you woke him up with a deep, passionate kiss? What if you told him how much you wanted to fuck him?

You trace your hand down over your breasts and your bare stomach where your skimpy nightie has ridden up. Your legs part and you slide your fingers further down and start tracing the outline of your pussy slit with your middle finger. You rub back and forth, pressing the silky crotch of your panties between your labia, feeling the warmth and the dampness increase.

You try to imagine what Uncle Curtis's dick looks like. You've noticed his bulge several times. It looks like it could be bigger than normal. Your hand sneaks into your panties as you try to visualize his thick, throbbing cock at full erection. You'd love to grab it and stroke it. You'd love to hear his gentle moans as you fondle his balls and jack him slowly. Then you'd put that beautiful cock to good use...

Your pussy is completely wet now and your fingers are slick with your juices. This is when you would normally start a full-frontal assault on your clit and frig yourself to orgasm. You're certainly frustrated enough to do that now. But a persistent thought causes you to hold off.

Uncle Curtis is just down the hall. Go on, take a look. He didn't bring pajamas. He might be naked in there. Just take a peek while he's sleeping...

The idea of spying on your uncle ties your stomach into a nervous knot. What if you got caught? But the prospect of watching him sleep, seeing him vulnerable, maybe seeing more of him than you should -- suddenly it's all you can think about. You rub your clit a bit more, hoping to drive away this dangerous impulse, but now when you think of his cock, his chest, his ass... now when you think of him you can't get over the fact that he's under the same fucking roof, just down the fucking hall...

Almost in a trance you pull your covers over and swing your feet down on to the floor. You tiptoe to your bedroom door and open it carefully, trying to minimize the sound of the handle turning. You step into the hallway and ever-so-slowly close the door behind you, terrified of rousing anyone in the house.

You stand still for a moment, listening for any movement, then start tiptoeing down the hall to the room where your uncle is sleeping.

A floorboard creaks and you freeze, listening for any indication that you've woken someone. You still have the chance to pretend you're heading for the bathroom, but this is the point of no return.

"What's the worst that could happen?" you ask yourself, tentatively resuming your journey.

You could get caught in the hallway...

You could get caught in his room...

You might wake him up...

He might grab you and fuck you, right then and there...

Your heart flutters at the thought. You'd let him, if he tried. You'd let Uncle Curtis have his way with you in a heartbeat, you're so fucking horny right now.

"Lauren, what are you doing?" you ask yourself in a hushed whisper as your hand reaches for the door handle of the guest bedroom.

"Just taking a peek," you reply to yourself sub-audibly as you gently turn it. "Now shut up!"

With your breath held and your ears straining for any sound coming from within the room, you slowly, very slowly, open the guest room door. Then, when it's wide enough, you poke your head through the gap. You can clearly see your uncle asleep on the bed, illuminated by a ray of moonlight shining through a gap in the curtains. He's on his back, covered only by a sheet. The contrasting light and shadow makes him look like a sculpture. A sexy sculpture with a nicely trimmed beard a ripped hard solid chest with a decent amount of hair on it trailing all the way down to his abs and to his belly button creating a sexy happy trail you want to explore. he's breathing gently with his solid rock hard arms exposed, His legs are slightly askew, his hips angled slightly towards your vantage point -- and is that just a trick of the way the sheet is draping, or is it... is it...

Oh Jesus, that's his cock. That's the outline of his cock that you can see through the sheet. It's at least semi-hard. It's big, maybe bigger than you've dreamed.

You can't take your eyes off him. He looks so peaceful sleeping there, but so potently manly, so full of sexual promise.

You ease yourself through the partly-open doorway and step fully into the room for a better view. He's naked under that sheet -- he must be.

You stare at the bulge his prick makes, long and thick, and you wonder what it might look like in the flesh. One hand slips into your panties and you start rubbing your groove while staring at Uncle Curtis's cock barely three feet away from you, hidden only by that thin sheet -- that thin sheet that barely covers him, and which, with just a few little tugs, could fall away and reveal him completely to you.

Your fingering increases both speed and pressure, and your pussy is as wet as it has ever been. The wrongness of what you are doing, the risk of getting caught, and the proximity of Uncle Curtis's naked body all combine to make you insanely horny. You could bring yourself to orgasm right here, right now, right in front of him as he sleeps unknowing.

Or, you could just sneak over and give that sheet the slightest of tugs, and you could get a look at his naked prick.

Throwing caution to the wind you tiptoe around to the other side of the bed and kneel down in a position level with his hip. Pulling the sheet to this side of the bed will require the least movement to reveal your prize. If you rouse him, maybe you'll be able to duck down and hide by the side of the bed until he falls asleep again.

You reach out with a trembling hand and pinch the sheet between thumb and forefinger. Then you pull it toward you as slowly as you can. Your eyes are glued to the outline of his cock as the sheet slides gently over it.

Your uncle stirs and you freeze, not daring to breathe. Then he shifts position, turning his hips toward you, causing the sheet to slip and do most of the remaining work for you.

You hold your breath for as long as you can, then gently exhale when you become sure he is still sleeping. Then you give the sheet one final, gentle tug.

You bite your lip and stare at Uncle Curtis's naked cock, now exposed in all its glory to your lustful gaze. It's thick, veiny, slightly bent, nice length too, and it looks as hard as a wooden baseball bat, with a perfectly cut meaty head, a perfect light pink color in the moonlight. It looks good enough to eat.

The sharp fear of being caught soon dissipates and your horniness returns. Your panties are now soaked with your own juices and the wet sounds of your fingers plunging in and out of your hole can easily be heard clearly above Uncle Curtis's gentle breathing.

You're getting closer and closer to cumming, but another dangerous thought intrudes. What would it be like to touch it?

You pull your hand out of your panties and reach towards your uncle's cock, your own juices glistening on your fingers in the moonlight. After the smallest hesitation you make contact. Then your middle fingertip gently brushes along the underside of his shaft, leaving a snail-trail of your pussy juice as you ever-so-slowly-and-softly trace your finger along towards the head. The skin of his prick is smooth as silk.

When your finger reaches that place on the underside where the skin attaches to the glans, you accidentally scrape that sensitive part with your nail. Uncle Curtis's cock twitches and he lets out a sigh in his sleep.

By now you're getting bolder. He seems to be a deep sleeper, so you barely wait five seconds before going for broke and grasping his cock in your hand. It feels so alive in your hand, so warm and full of energy. One might even say it throbs. You can feel it start to swell with each beat of his heart in response to your touch

Uncle Curtis's cock is so delicious-looking that you feel an overpowering urge to lean over and suck it. You could probably get away with it. He's obviously a deep sleeper -- he didn't wake when you grabbed his cock, so you're probably safe to put it in your mouth too.

Satisfied with your impeccable logic, you point his semi-hard dick skyward and lean over him, your hair brushing his hip. He smells good, fresh from the shower he took before going to bed. You lick your lips, then slowly engulf his knob with your mouth.

Your heart is fluttering from nerves and the sheer excitement that comes from having this most intimate part of Uncle Curtis's anatomy inside you. You gently explore the head of his penis with your tongue, feeling the shape of the glans and the little slit at the top. Then you take him deeper, your lips sliding down his shaft, until he's half-way in and your lips touch the fingers of your hand that's clutching him at the base.

Uncle Curtis's cock pulses in your hand and you feel it grow slightly. Slowly you start bobbing your head up and down, coating him with your spit, feeling him grow harder and harder in your mouth.

It's incredible that you can do this without waking him! You start to wonder whether you could suck him all the way to orgasm without him ever knowing. The thought excites you enormously and you can almost feel your pussy moistening further.

Then you feel his fingers running through your hair.

You freeze, his cock buried deep in your mouth.

"Lauren?" he whispers.

You twist your head to look at his face, the head of his prick bulging in your cheek. "Mmm hmm?" you reply, desperately trying to come up with an explanation.

"Am I dreaming?" he asks.

You release his penis with a soft 'pop' and look back at him with a calm expression that in no way reflects the panic you feel within. "Yes Uncle Curtis, you're dreaming. Now be still. You don't want to wake before the dream ends, do you?"

"Fuck no," he replies. "Lauren, I've --"

"Shhhh!" you interrupt. You don't want him to add any complexity to the situation. It's enough that you're sucking his prick and he's okay with that. Those two things are given. Those two things are all that matter right now.

You take him back into your mouth and he sighs. As you resume bobbing up and down you feel his hand on your head, gently caressing you and feeling your hair. He isn't forcing you down on him, so you let him keep it there.

You don't need to worry about waking him now, so you get rougher with your hand and a lot louder with your sucking and slurping. His cock is so hard now, it feels like there's a steel rod inside it. You can taste salty pre-cum on your tongue.

It's funny how this has worked out. You were the horny one, but Uncle Curtis is the one who's scored a blowjob. You tug the crotch of your panties aside and start rubbing yourself as you suck him. Maybe you'll both cum together. That would be nice.

"Lauren," he moans. "I can't last much longer..."

It's nice of him to warn you. Swallowing cum isn't your most favorite thing, but this is your uncle, and he's special. You realize that all you want right now is to make him cum and taste his load.

You cup and caress his balls with fingers that are slippery with your own juices while you increase your suction and flick your tongue all around his girth. Your hand and mouth work in tandem, moving up and down faster and faster until...

"Unhghhhh!" he groans, and you feel his dick pulse, and your mouth is flooded with warm, salty sperm. You swallow it with a loud gulp, then plunge your head down as far as it will go, pressing his knob into the back of your throat.

"Unnhhh Lauren!" he groans again, and his hips flex, and you feel the next squirt directly in your throat. You gulp it down even while he's still spurting.

Uncle Curtis's fingers are clenched in your hair. You pull up for breath as he blasts another load into your mouth. This time you choke a little, and a blob of cum escapes and dribbles down your chin.

It's mostly over now. You continue to suck until his balls are empty, then pull yourself off him when he releases your hair. Looking him in the eye you wipe his cum off your chin with the back of your hand, then lick it clean. You smile at him.

"God, Lauren, you can do that to me anytime," he sighs.

You frown. This wasn't for him. This was for you. And you still haven't cum yet.

You stand up and remove your panties before climbing on to the bed and straddling his chest. His eyes widen as you wriggle your wet pussy up his body.

"Time for you to return the favor," you tell him.

He shuffles down until his head is between your legs, your moist slit looming over him.

"Fuck, Lauren, you're wet!" he observes.

"You're going to make me wetter," you reply, and you lower your cunt onto his mouth.

Uncle Curtis immediately starts tonguing your slit, slithering wetly between your hole and your stiff little clit. You feel his hands grab your ass cheeks, holding you against his face, gently squeezing and caressing your bottom as he devours your pussy.

"Ohhhh," you sigh. He starts to focus on your clit, his tongue making circles around it, then he sucks it into his mouth.

"Ohhh fuck," you moan, your buttocks tensing in his hands. You're close, so fucking close. This won't take long. He's not going to be able to complain about jaw ache!

You reach down and take Uncle Curtis's head in your hands, pressing him against you, and you grind your crotch into his face. He has no oxygen, but you don't care.

You can feel yourself start to cum. Your hips twitch and shudder, your ass quivers in his hands, and he starts licking and sucking your snatch with all the force he can muster. Then he sucks your clit again, and his teeth brush against it, and suddenly you're seeing stars.

You convulse, grinding uncontrollably on Uncle Curtis's face, and you feel your body release years of pent-up yearning. You're squirting, leaking girl-cum all over him. This isn't normal for you, but nothing tonight has been normal.

Your uncle starts making strained, muffled noises. You quickly raise yourself up off him and he gasps loudly for air. You look down at his face, drenched in your juices. He looks vaguely traumatized.

"Thank you," you whisper, then lean down to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

"Any time," he replies, his eyes still watering.

You climb off him and bend down to pick up your panties, pulling them up your thighs as he watches.

"Lauren, can we --" he begins.

"Shhh," you reply. "You're dreaming, remember?"

You leave Uncle Curtis alone in the guest room, wondering to himself what the hell just happened. As you sneak to the bathroom to clean up, you remember something that makes you smile.

He's going to be staying all week.