The following story was requested by one of my Tumblr followers. It is inspired by a true experience, but is completely fictional:
Nicole was excited. Her uncle who had been travelling Europe for the past year was finally back in the States and was coming over for dinner. She’d followed his travels on social media and had wished that she had been old enough to go with him. But even at sixteen years old, her parents had said “Hell, no.” when she asked. He had smiled at her and promised to send her a letter from every location. And he had. She stored them in a small box under her bed and often took them out whenever she had missed him particularly badly.
The doorbell rang and she ran down the stairs to answer it. He looked different than usual. It was the first time she’d ever seen him unshaven, but it looked good on him. She felt heat blossom between her legs and launched herself into his arms, hugging him tight, to distract herself.
“Hey, squirt. How are you?”
“Good,” she answered.
“Where are your parents?”
“Mom is still working and dad is in the garage, but dinner is ready in the kitchen. Everyone else is already here.” She pulled him inside and took his coat from him.
“Did you like the letters?”
“I loved them.”
She heard the door to the garage open and her dad come in. “Hey, little brother. How was the traveling? Ready to settle down again?”
Her uncle smiled. “For the time being.”
The meal wasn’t particularly eventful, but the more her uncle talked, the more Nicole found herself shifting in her seat. The heat had transformed into an ache and she could feel herself getting a bit wet, too.
They moved into the living room and were all basking in the food coma. She saw her uncle flexing his hand and said, “I can massage it if you want.”
He held out his hand and she worked hard on the muscles until his eyes closed. After a few moments, he said, “Thank you. I needed that.”
He stood up from the couch, then seemed to change his mind and sat down on the ground in front of the couch, leaning his head against her thigh. The contact went straight to her center and she lay face down.
Unable to help herself, she began to slowly—ever so slowly—rock forward into the couch cushions and pressed her thighs together. She pushed her face into the couch, hoping he didn’t hear her. She’d probably die if he did, but she also was so needy right now she couldn’t wait any longer. She kept going, chasing the orgasm that loomed so close and yet so far.
She lost track of time, but at some point, her uncle’s voice broke through her haze: “You okay?” She could hear the smile in his voice. Dammit. He knew.
“Sorry,” she muttered.
“It’s okay. Just go back to whatever you were doing.”
Was he—giving her permission? She didn’t stop to question it. His interruption had made her orgasm slip away. But she went back to work, and felt her muscles tensing blissfully soon.
She whined into the pillow as her orgasm rocked through her. She closed her eyes and let sleep take her away.
When she opened her eyes again, she was surprised to see him sitting at the end of the couch again. And even more surprised to see a large bulge in his pants. Her gaze flew to his and he merely smiled at her before turning his attention back to the Super Bowl on the TV.