** At the time of writing, I'm currently 48 years old and divorced for maybe 16 or 17 years. I cant quite remember. This is my attempt to string together some of my past experiences that rightly or wrongly have shaped who I am. I hope you enjoy reading this and please don't judge me. I'd love to receive comments from my readers too so feel free to say what you want. **
This particular story starts when I was around 19. I was by no means a virgin and had a fair share of experience. Nothing spectacular or to shout about. Just the usual that a 19 year old goes through I guess - blowjobs, handjobs, and yes, sex.
I used to spend a lot of time at my Uncle's place, my Dad's brother. Mainly on weekends. I would help out with the cooking and cleaning and basically just keep them company as they didn't have any kids of their own. Uncle Pete was rather funny and amiable while Aunt Rita was more forceful and demanding. I think she bullied Uncle Pete quite a bit although he never really admitted it.
Rita was a rotund woman who would sweat a lot, especially while cooking and cleaning. It was the kind of sweat the glistened off her and her clothes would often show sweat stains around her neck and armpits. Sometimes even going right down to her breasts. And she smelled whenever she would sweat. When she showered and cleaned up, she was quite pleasant to look at but by no means a beauty. She'd use a lot of deodorant after showering and would now smell very strongly of flowers!
For some reason, Rita wasn't very nice to me. Pleasant enough but by no means warm. In many ways she treated me like a servant girl. Maybe I reminded her of the fact that she didn't have kids of her own. Maybe it was my svelte figure that irritated her. I never really knew. Or maybe it was just my own insecurities and imaginaton.
Even though I started spending time there from 16 or so, I noticed that off late, Uncle Pete would stare at me. He would sometimes come into my room just as I had gone to bed and sit there for a while chatting with me. Sometimes his hand would roam to touch my ankle or my calf. Soon he started telling me how Aunt Rita wasn't attractive to him anymore and how she used to love to fuck when she was younger but now she was more interested in religion and would fuck him maybe once a month at the most.
I felt like an adult hearing him talk to me like that and sharing his feelings.
Soon he started propositioning me and asking to see my body. I always said no and just laughed it off. He became bolder and would say things like how he bet my pussy was sweet and how he envied all the boys that had access to me. He'd even ask me how often I had sex and if it was good.
Again, it made me feel like a grown up, sharing sexual stories with him.
Uncle Pete kept pestering me and would whisper in my ear when I was near him. He'd say things like "Your tits look lovely", "I want to fuck your pussy", "you'd love my fingers in you", "my cock would feel so good in you". Stuff like that. Sometimes he'd plead, especially when he was in my room. "Please Erina, Rita doesn't like to fuck much anymore, let me fuck you." Or he'd say "Let me just touch your pussy, let me feel how wet it is."
His pestering became more and more persuasive and while in many ways it irritated me, in some sick way it kind of made me feel wanted and sexy as well. I knew I was sexy, there were enough boys that wanted me and I was quite happy to flirt and if I liked the guys enough I'd blow them. If I really liked them, I would fuck them. I was certainly no prude and I wasn't one of those that thought that sex meant love or anything stupid like that.
At 19, I was slim and had long legs and a really flat stomach. My breasts were a 34/36 B or C depending on the bra cut and brand. My tit size also fluctuated a little depending on my weight. Everything seemed to go to my tits rather than my hips which is something I was grateful for. My hips were curvy but not big. I did want bigger tits and smaller hips though.
