My Uncle Crossing The Line

MY UNCLE - CROSSING THE LINE

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#firsttime #taboo #cheating #forbidden #uncle #non-consent #reluctance #bareback #breeding #rough

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This is a work of fantasy, and all erotic participants are fictional and adults. In real life, please respect the people around you and ensure mutual consent at all times.

I apologize up-front for any typos in my story - yes I edit these myself - and yes, you guessed it - I'm not perfect... I'm used to writing in UK english, so please give me a bit of slack as I practice with american english.

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Please be aware that cheating, taboo sex and forced relations are themes in this story.

If you are offended by this, it's not for you. I write fantasied. I write what I like, and you can always read other stories, ones that _you_ actually like. Don't read on after this line; I don't need to hear about it if you still read it.

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If you're still reading, I hope you enjoy :D

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RELUCTANCE/NON-CONSENT

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After I had turned 18, I was finally invited to the yearly adult family gathering at my grandparents. Not as in adult things happening, but as in, I was finally considered no child anymore. I'm Amy by the way, student, and unsure what do do with my life.

Our family had two yearly family get togethers. One with all the children present, and one with adults only, so we enjoy our family's company in a bit more quiet setting, without the constant need for anyone to tend to the children.

Mom would always say that, no matter what, that one weekend per year with lots of peace and quiet was something she looked forward to, and no money in the world could make her miss it.

I really liked these regular "everyone there" parties, but I was also looking forward to spending time with them in that more quiet setting.

Also, my grandparents were getting old being 81 and 84 years old, mom had made me aware that she did not know how much time they had left as a family together. That any year now, could be the last as we know it.

The party was planned at a different house every year, with everyone taking turns and ensuring that everyone would be catered for. A lot of pampering would also happen. There was no real competition, but every year something extra would be done by the organizer. We would never know up-front what it would be. A little surprise for everyone. Something to guess about and anticipate every year.

This year, the party would be at my grandparents' house, and since I was invited for the first time, finally I would get to see the weekend's pampering surprise.

Last year at uncle Tim's and aunt Vivian's house, the surprise had been a champagne tower, with glasses stacked and champagne flowing from a little fountain at the top. Most got a bit too drunk, and it was agreed that any next surprise should probably not involve alcohol.

After two months it was finally time. My grandparents live a two hour drive away in the countryside. The last 45 minutes of the drive over, we would hardly see any houses or buildings. The last 10 minutes of the drive would not have paved roads.

I was also looking forward to seeing uncle Tim and aunt Viv again. Uncle Tim was 47 years old, and aunt Viv 44. I was very fond of them, especially him, as he would always be cheerful around me, be interested in how I was and whether I already had a boyfriend. Uncle Tim was always joking that if I needed practice kissing before getting involved with boyfriends, I could always call him. He and aunt Vi would always laugh when he said it and it was our "thing" so to speak.

We had left early and when we finally arrived at 10am, we seemed to be the first, as no other cars were to be seen. I had been over here many times, but the house and the gardens seemed in pristine shape. Grandma had always been keen on having the house in tip-top shape. "For the clients," she had always said. But everyone knew that it was more for herself.

Originally, the house was equipped with 2 bedrooms. Today it's a large house with 6 bedrooms. Gramps had sold his company many years ago, not needing to work anymore, but when he still had his company, the house would serve as office. Since then, 4 of the former office rooms had been remodeled and converted into bedrooms. So now their house was more like a large villa, with open plan kitchen and living, 3 bathrooms and a large basement. The basement had been converted partially into a game room and cinema, with padded walls for sound proofing, so the volume of any movie could be turned up quite a bit before anyone upstairs would notice.

My grandparents greeted us and pleasantries were exchanged. Grandpa said that grandma had bothered him so much for months, that finally he had given in and had a crew take care of the house and the gardens a few weeks before. I had never seen a house so nice, now that it looked as new.

We would be staying the night as alcohol would be involved and driving home would not be an option for most of the guests. We got our bags and went upstairs to put them in our rooms. As most of the family lived closer, most of them would return home instead of sleeping at our grandparents. Not all rooms were occupied, so I had my own room luckily. I chose the one farthest down the hall. In case I wanted to go to bed early, I would not be bothered so easily with my drunk family getting ready for bed and in the process of getting to their rooms, still being cheerful and so called "quiet" ;) Anyway, I am getting carried away.

As I passed the other doors, two of them had a ribbon across the door and a note "occupied for our surprise." Everyone knew where my grandparents slept, and which doors were their private bedrooms, so only two rooms left. My parents took the first bedroom when they saw me walking to the last one.

I put my toiletries in the ensuite bathroom that connected with another door to my grandparents' spare bedroom. That door was open and I took a peek inside. It was clear that this bedroom was occupied as well, probably by my grandpa or grandma and I remember her saying "your grandpa snores so much, that the entire forest will come down by the end of he night." I smiled at the thought. I'm sure one of the two must be sleeping here, as they can't share the bed if both want to sleep. The room had been tidied, but it still had a book on the nightstand, and I could see the fake teeth box and an empty drinking glass as well.

I closed the door on the guest room side and tested the lock. It worked fine, so I opened it again - we wouldn't want grandpa to run downstairs if nature calls in the middle of the night. As I returned to my room, I did the same with the door on my side: I tested the lock on my end and it worked fine. I opened the lock again and made my way downstairs.

A car came up the road. A Hummer. That must be cousin Ron, I thought. Ron was always happy to show off his overly large cars. He had acquired a damaged hummer, which the previous owner thought to be beyond repair. Ron however is a very skillful person, who knows how to restore cars. I had to hand it to Ron, as he approached I could see that the car looked as new. He had given it a white matte look. For some reason, the dust from the off-road drive over the past few miles did not accumulate. He told me later that it had a special coating that rejected water and dust, meaning, it naturally stayed cleaner than a regular paint.

By 11.30am, most of the family had arrived, except for uncle Tim and aunt Vi. My grandparents' house was a cacophony of hiiii's, ahhh's, good to see you's and how have you beens by now. Everyone was catching up as we were waiting for the last two to arrive.

Ten minutes later, a dust cloud came rushing through the countryside, which turned out to be Tim and Viv.

"Sorry sorry sorry!!!" aunt Vivian almost shouted, "We got pulled over and lost about half an hour of time and we had already left late. We got a speeding ticket by the way. $200 of wasted money!"

We all said our hi's and hello's and finally uncle Tim came over to me, saying "I've saved the best for last..." as he winked, pulled my body close to his, and hugged me tightly. One of his hands was rubbing up and down my back, as he let his hand go down quite far, onto the top of my ass.

"How have you been angel?" he asked, as his hand moved up between my shoulders again.

"Why good, thank you for asking uncle Tim," I said with a smile. Uncle Tim was my favorite uncle.

"How about you and aunt Viv?"

"We're both good, give or take..." he said with a weird expression on his face.

I noticed that aunt Viv also had a weird expression as she looked at us. I couldn't make any sense of it but that there must be some cracks in their marriage, or at least they would have had a very recent argument.

As he let go of me, his hands brushed the sides of my boobs, which I thought was an accident, so I didn't think too much of it. No one seemed to have noticed, and well... I guess... he didn't do it on purpose...

Then he leaned into me and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"Hi gorgeous... it's good to see you again." he said and turned away.

I was flabbergasted. Not only had he touched my ass, but he also touched the sides of my boobs and kissed me on my mouth.

Next he turned his head and said "Remember, if you need to practice kissing, give me a call."

He gave me a very disarming smile, winked at me and walked inside with aunt Viv, who gave him an elbow and I heard a grumpy and faint hissing: "Stop harassing her!"

Two of my fingers touched my lips and I left them there a bit too long I think, as mom came back out of the house and asked what was up.

"Oh nothing..." I said, thinking I wasn't sure.

I felt butterflies in my stomach. I had never been kissed by a man before, and uncle Tim's quick peck on my lips gave me mixed feelings. This was one of those reaffirming "I confirm that I still love you" kisses that you see in the movies.

But he did not have feelings for me did he?

I didn't have time to think about it much as Ron approached me and asked whether I wanted to see his car.

"Sure," I said, and followed him to his latest pride. For the next 20 minutes I let him do the talking as it was clear that he was very proud, and could not tell me enough about how he found and fixed the car, how he bought it cheap and how he would at least earn $20.000 with it, if he were to sell the car at an auction today.

As he was talking I kept nodding and "Uh..uh..."-ing but my mind occasionally drifted to my encounter with uncle Tim earlier. I have to admit that I did not hear everything Ron was saying as I realized uncle Tim's kiss actually made me feel nice.

Some of the women were setting the lunch table outside at the porch, at the very long table that could have us all seated. I walked into the house to help. As I came into the kitchen, I passed uncle Tim who was leaning in the doorframe and he gave me a light playful pat on my ass.

"There she is," he smiled.

I didn't think too much of it and I started collecting some drinking glasses so I could carry them out. I could not reach the ones in the back of the cupboard so I started jumping to reach them.

"Here, let me help," I suddenly heard, as uncle Tim came up behind me pressing himself into my back, and started getting a few glasses, handing them over to me.

I wanted to step aside, but he pressed into me a bit too hard and I could not get away. He collected a few more drinking glasses and handed them to me. Come to think about it now, I think he did it to keep me distracted as he kept me wedged between himself and the countertop a bit longer.

Only, I was not distracted. Well, not in the way you might think. I actually felt a bulge pressing into my ass and on my lower back. He made slight movements of his pelvis. Probably not noticeable for others, but I could clearly feel him rubbing his hard penis into me.

I quickly inhaled a breath and I'm sure he noticed too.

"There now," he said, as I pushed myself away from the countertop so I could turn away from him and get out.

My heart was pounding in my chest and my breathing had quickened. I felt nervous.

"Glad to be of service!" he said as I quickly took the tray and walked out. I placed the drinking glasses on the large table outside, puzzled. When I glanced towards the door, I saw him standing there in the doorframe again, and he looked at me with a strange, almost devious smile.

I was trying to get my emotions under control as gradually my heart rate and breathing slowed. I decided that it was best to steer clear from uncle Tim if he behaved like that. I gave the tray to aunt Viv who gave me a questionable look.

"Everything OK?" she asked.

"I'm not sure..." I said, glancing over to uncle Tim.

She caught that look and looked at uncle Tim herself, seeing that he was smiling at me. He noticed his wife was looking at him and his expression changed into an angry one.

Aunt Viv looked at me again, leaned over with a concerned face and whispered into my ear, "Is he misbehaving?"

"I'm not sure," I said. Both his welcome touches and him brushing up to me for getting the glasses could easily be explained away as innocent. But his bulge... "I'm not sure..."

She leaned into me again and whispered, "The second he misbehaves you let me know, ok?"

I looked at her in a surprised way and saw that concerned expression again.

"OK aunt Vivian," I whispered, and frowned.

Something was off between these two. And something definitely was off with uncle Tim. I was always very fond of him, but today he was acting... different... I wasn't sure what it was but... something was off.

Grandpa said it was time for lunch, so everyone gathered on the porch, and we all sat down to eat. He gave a little speech about how glad he was we all could make it, and that he and grandma were pleased to see that we were still one big family. For about five minutes he spoke and everyone was captivated, and locked to his lips. He also said, that this was a very special year for them, since, with the rotation schedule, this might very well be the last time the family would be gathering at their house for the yearly get-together. He got a bit sentimental, and I could see my mother and a few of the others get emotional as well. But he turned this speech around and closed with a cheerful ending that made everyone laugh.

"Oh and by the way... I think our surprise is arriving too," he said, looking at the dust trail on the road towards the house.

As the little van stopped, a man and a woman came out. The sign on the car said "Mobile wellness at your doorstep..." They introduced themselves as Jack and Violet, our therapists for the day.

So this year, we would be getting massages. Jack and Violet were asked to set up their gear in the two blocked rooms, and then they could join us.

I needed to use the bathroom so I walked into the house, only to find the bathroom locked. I decided to use the one that connects to my bedroom for the night so I walked upstairs to get go there. As I passed the two previously locked rooms I saw Jack and Violet setting up their massage chairs and massage beds. I continued towards my private bathroom when I saw uncle Tim come from the spare bedroom that connects to my bathroom. He flashed me a broad smile and said, "Hi again Amy, you're the most gorgeous woman in the family..."

"Just don't tell aunt Viv," he whispered as he passed me. His comment made me feel a bit uncomfortable but I tried ignoring his remark and walked into my bedroom. Shortly before I walked inside, I turned my head and found him to have stopped and he was looking back at me.

I quickly walked into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. This was weird. After a few minutes, when I thought he had not followed me, I felt comfortable enough to pull down my pants and sit on the toilet. I had just started my stream when I heard a knock on the other bathroom door, the one that connects to the other spare bedroom.

I panicked, tightening my muscles and stopped peeing.

"It's occupied!" I said louder than necessary perhaps, but the tension in me made me speak louder unintendedly.

"It's me, uncle Tim," he said in a low voice. "I know it's occupied. I saw you entering, remember?"

"Then why do you knock?" I asked.

"Because I have a request," he answered.

"What kind of a request?" I asked.

He kept silent for a bit, so I repeated my question.

"Uhm... you know..." he said,..." can I watch?" he whispered.

"Wait what? No! You can't!" I said, "Besides, the door is locked."

Next the door opened a bit and I saw his turned away face from the side.

"You forgot to lock it..." he whispered.

I was so nervous that I squeezed my legs together and scolded at him "NO! GO AWAY! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!"

"I have always wanted to see you... you know... down there..." he whispered.

Although he didn't look at me, he made me feel very uncomfortable.

"LEAVE ME ALONE PERV!" I bitched at him.

He closed the door and I immediately started sobbing. He had spooked me quite a bit. A tear was running down my cheek. When I thought the coast was clear I quickly got up and locked the door. It took another 6-7 minutes before I had calmed down enough and I could finally pee.

What had gotten into him? What had happened to my favorite uncle in the past 6 months since I last saw him? Watching me? While I peed? Wanting to see me down there? It took me another 5 to 10 minutes before I had collected enough courage to go back to the rest.

When I came back to the table, the two masseuses had found a seat and uncle Tim was sitting next to the only free seat. He ignored me, or acted as if. Aunt Vi looked at me and knew something was wrong.

I reluctantly sat next to uncle Tim as aunt Vi got up and walked over to me, leaned in and asked if I was OK.

I hesitantly nodded, but the doubt I expressed non-verbally had made her very aware that I was not.

Everyone was already talking and eating. Everyone was having fun. Except. Me.

I was forced to sit next to the one person next to whom I did not want to sit. After several minutes I could relax a bit more, but I never got into a zen state. And I could not enjoy myself, not like I had imagined in the past two months leading up to today, and not in the way I had anticipated when we drove over here.

When I reached over the table to get a new sandwich, I lost my balance and fell partially onto uncle Tim. Careful there, he said with a big smile, as he steadies me with his hands. One was on my hip, and the other one was on the side of my boob.

He held me up,so I couldn't fall over fully, but I felt him squeeze his hands slightly into my skin. His grip on my hip was firm but gently at the same time, and I could feel the squeezing motion of his fingers.

Two or three of his fingers dug into my sideboob, as if he wanted to maul my breast but he couldn't be too obvious.

In fact, that was exactly what he was doing. He was "helping me" for the others, but he was actually feeling me up, and he did it in such an inconspicuous way that no one noticed but me.

I looked at aunt Viv and she looked into my eyes.

"Leave her alone Tim, she can stand on her own feet perfectly," she said, and he pulled his hands from me.

I sat down and put cheese on the sandwich. I had a first bite finally, as uncle Tim turned his body towards me and tried making small talk.

He was talking and making very innocent remarks about how good his favorite niece looked, and if he had not already been married he might have made a pass, but after what had transpired, to me, these were all but innocent. He _did_ make a pass. It was all _but_ innocent.