When I was younger my sister and I loved to spend time with my uncle. He lived out of town and would come to visit a few times a year. He had no children of his own so he always spoiled us, bringing gifts, buying treats and taking us fun places.

He started touching me when I was a young. At first it was just “accidental” touching while we played at the beach or wrestled in the living room. A grope of the behind here, a slight touch of the chest there. The first time I was really sure that he meant to touch me was during a car ride home from a family wedding.

There wasn’t enough room in the car, I was 14 and they told my sister and I that we had to sit on peoples laps on the way home. My sister sat in the front with my mom, and I sat on my uncles lap in the back. We shared the back with decorations from my cousins wedding, but no other people. It was very late at night probably midnight or later, my younger sister was fast asleep as soon as the car started rolling. My dad turned on some old country music and sang along with the songs he knew, but the car was otherwise quiet.

We had been on the road for less than five minutes when my uncles hand began rubbing my thigh, I did nothing at first, I was frozen with his hand just above my knee. Then it moved between my legs and closed my thighs together tightly trying to prevent his hand from moving up toward my crotch under my short frilly pink skirt. He was strong through and he forced his hand up further, now his index finger was touching my panties under my skirt. MY legs were still squeezing together but I felt as though I had failed.

He began to wiggle his fingers against me and I felt a little tingle of excitement between my legs. I had already masturbated by this point in my life and I knew what he was doing. I opened my legs for him; inviting further exploration. He immediately put his fingers inside my panties and began rubbing me. I laid back against his chest and squirmed as he played with me. It felt even

better then when I touched myself. He was breathing into my face as he touched me, his breath smelled of beer.

I squirmed around for a little while as he played with me and then his other hand reached around to grope my small breast. I had a small B cup at the time and wore a thin pink lace bra that night. My nipples were hard through my camisole and he began fiddling with my nipple through my shirt. It was more sensitive than usual; I gasped a little and then it happened. I had my first orgasm from a man. He kept touching me, probably he didn’t know I had already came, or maybe he was hoping it would happen again. He rubbed me gently until we were close to my house. When we arrived at home, he acted like nothing had happened.

Two days later he went back home and he didn’t come back for over a year. I masturbated to the thought of him touching me constantly. Imagining his large hands inside my panties, rubbing me softly to orgasm.

When he returned, I was 16 going on 17 in a few weeks. We were all going on a family camping trip and my sister and I were to sleep in the tent, the adults all had trailers but there wasn’t enough room for my sister and I too. My uncle brought his own tent but then it had a hole in it so he said he’d just sleep in our tent with us.

The first night there was a loud thunder storm and my sister got scared and went to sleep with my mom and dad. My uncle and I were separated by her sleeping bag, but immediately after she left, he moved closer to me.

“Are you cold?” he whispered in my ear. The rain was pouring down around the tent and it was quite warm, I wasn’t cold, but I wanted him to touch me again.

“Yes” I said and I rolled over onto my back and shimmied close against his chest. He unzipped my sleeping bag and slid his hand inside it. he touched my breast, which had grown considerably since the last time he felt me up.

“Do you like that?” he whispered quietly in my ear. I turned my head and kissed him on the mouth. He got out of his sleeping bag and opened mine up. He lifted up the t-shirt I was wearing and started to suck on my nipples. It felt nice but I was also scared the he was going to try and have sex with me.

“I’m a virgin” I said a little shakily. He put his hand down my PJ pants and felt my panties.

“Shhhhh… I won’t hurt you” He said. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, breathing deeply as he put his fingers gently against my clitoris and rubbed it until I moaned with my first orgasm. Then he pulled my pants and underwear off. Again, I was nervous but I felt like I couldn’t say “no” now that I already said “yes”. He didn’t take his clothes off though, instead he began to lick my clitoris, it was already so sensitive and it didn’t take long before I was having my second orgasm.

“Do you like it?” He asked quietly.

“Mhmm” I said, and then he put his finger inside me. He started wiggling it around in there and something started to feel different. I now know that he was rubbing my g-spot, but at the time I had no idea what was happening. He did this for a long time, it felt good but not the same as when he licked me. I was wiggling a lot, like I couldn’t control myself. I started making noises that

I also couldn’t control, so he made me put a pillow over my head.

He started licking my clitoris again still wiggling his finger inside me. It felt so good; I had no idea that I could feel this good. Then he put another finger inside me and although it hurt slightly, I had another orgasm. This time it wasn’t a quiet one.

“SHHHH!” he said putting his hand on the pillow. The rain was still coming down hard, the occasional burst of lightning revealed our silhouettes inside the tent.

“Sorry…” I whispered; I really was sorry too because he had stopped touching me… and I still wanted him to touch me. Then he passed me my PJ’s and started to move back into his own sleeping bag.

“Can I touch you?” I asked. He turned and looked at me. I wasn’t really sure I wanted to, but I thought maybe he would touch me again if I did.

“Come here.” He whispered, and he pulled his Pajama bottoms down revealing his very large penis. I couldn’t believe how big it was. He took my hand and wrapped it around his penis, I couldn’t even reach the whole way around it. It was warm and smooth.

“Just like this.” He said. And moved my hand up and down. I rubbed it up and down over and over, squeezing it a little; going faster sometimes, then going slower. I listened to my uncle tell me what to do. Then it started to throb and squirt all over. Hot liquid shot out and got on his pajamas and my arm.

“Oh!” I said pulling my hand away. I was surprised, I mean I knew that was what happened, but I had never seen it.

“That was perfect.” He said. Then he pulled his pants back up and rolled over.

“Can you touch me again? Please?” I said, a little embarrassed. My cheeks were flushed; I could feel them burning.

“Sure.’ He sat up and pushed me back down onto my back. It was an unusually warm night, but my nipples were erect. I spread my legs for him and he went down and started licking me again. His fingers slid in easily this time; it was already slippery. I thought about how big his penis was and how fun it would be if he could get it inside me. I was feeling that inner tingling building up inside me.

“Can you make love with me?” I asked quietly. He stopped what he was doing and was silent for a while. My heart was racing while I awaited his answer; thunder broke the silence. Then he got on his knees and pulled out his penis again. It was so big.

“I’ll go slow, ok.” He said, and he positioned himself over my small body. I could feel the smooth tip against my vagina. I didn’t think that it would ever be able to fit. I was very wet and slippery so he began by rubbing it around on me and pushing it against my clit.

It felt like burning when he finally put it in a little. It didn’t feel good or hurt that much… It was just like a burning feeling. He moved it in a little at a time. Grunting lightly with each little push. I felt like it was taking forever so I pushed back with both legs and that hurt so much. I let out a yelp of surprise.

“Shh… It’s in now, it’s ok, don’t be scared.” He pushed all the way against me; forcing me against the pillow. It was so painful. He stayed like that for a while, then he started to wiggle around in a circular motion. I could feel his balls rubbing against my ass crack. Slowly I started to loosen up a little and he was able to move in and out. I could feel it getting easier with each thrust. He went very slowly at a steady and even pace. We went like this for a long time. I started to feel sleepy. Then he was grunting and breathing heavily.

“I think I’m going to cum soon.” He whispered in my ear. This excited me and I felt some tightness and tingling down there. I started to push my hips back on him. It was starting to feel good again. He started to move a little faster now.

“Oh Becky.” He said and I felt that hot liquid pour out of him and into me. He pushed against me two more times, making my clit tingle, and then he pulled his penis out. My vagina felt sore and empty.

“It get’s better.” He said while he was pulling his pants up. I laid still for a while looking at the ceiling of the tent; listening to the pitter patter of the rain. It was getting light out now.

“You’re not going to tell right?” He asked sleepily, now back in his sleeping bag.

“No.” I said. And I haven’t, not until now…

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