Jill And Uncle Adam Pt 01

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JILL AND UNCLE ADAM PART 1

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#firsttime #taboo #cheating #forbidden

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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 hope that it appeals.

I apologize for any typo errors in my story - yes I edit these myself - and yes, I'm not perfect...

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This story is a parallel story to "I never knew" and elaborates on Jill's point of view. It can be read independently, but if you feel compelled to sequence it the way I intended, read "I never knew" first.

Please be aware that taboo sex and cheating are themes in this story. If you are offended by this, it's not for you. Don't read on after this line.

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I'm Jill, 24 years old and almost graduating. I follow a minor on psychology at my local university. I live with my parents, quite close to the local university, roughly a 10 minute walk's distance. I can attend university without living in the dorms for this reason. We live in a fairly closed traditional catholic community, with a lot of social control. So I don't really have a lot of opportunity to experiment.

My upbringing was traditional, with my parents putting in all effort to give me the catholic values. I however, although not letting on, resisting those values more and more.

There's one person quite important in my life, although he doesn't know it. At least I think he doesn't. It's my uncle Adam. He lives an hour's drive away from us.

I have a crush on him for many years now, ever since I was around 16 years old. So much so, that I never had a boyfriend. Yes I tried seeing potential boyfriends, but I could never shake the feeling that I would be cheating on him. So I would go out with them once or twice only, and I would never let anyone get to 2nd base. That would not be fair to my uncle.

Adam is married to Jane. They live in a nice neighborhood. Jane is nice to me, but she doesn't deserve him. She takes him for granted. I think he is sexually frustrated. I would never do that to him.

The past few summers I have spent some time now and again with their daughters, Lea and Lane. They are now 19 and 21 years old, and they are gorgeous. Yes, you've heard me right. I, Jill, said that Lea and Lane are gorgeous. We get along very well.

To be honest, I'm not sure what I like sexually... men or women... or both.... Adam always draws my attention, but Lea and Lane do too. They are both such gracious creatures. I have never been with a woman before.

My uncle is quite handsome, and attentive. Whenever I'm at their place, he makes me feel special. It's in the little comments and gestures. Like saying "Jill, you're quite the catch... If I were not married...." or when we greet, hugging me a little bit too long, or letting his hand drop on my back a little bit too low.

He and I can talk very well. When I was younger, he was like a father figure for me. But that changed when I hit puberty at the age of 15 or 16.

I tried to never let onto it when Jane was around. Women have a 6th sense for these things. Sometimes I think she suspected that I have a crush on Adam, but it was never mentioned. I did get an odd look from her sometimes though.

To be fair, I did not make it easy on my uncle. I teased him.... a lot! Like asking him to help me get a glass from the top shelf because I could not reach it. Even though I could reach the ones a shelf lower and nothing was wrong with those. I did it a few times. I would deliberately stand in his way. He would always smile. I would make sure his pelvis touched me when he reached up. I would also brush my fingers on his hand when taking the glass from him. Sometimes he would do the same.

A few days ago my uncle called to ask if I would join him for a trip to Disneyland. Not alone; with the neighbor's wife Mary and their children Rory and Emma. Her husband Tom could not come with, and Adam had volunteered. Jane would not join either. It would be convenient if someone a bit younger would join them to look after the children now and again. And since I like children a lot, I said yes.

It would be a 3 day trip, one day in Disneyland, so we would stay in a hotel. My uncle asked me to come over next Saturday to discuss the logistics.

I was excited, since it had been months since I had been there. I looked forward to seeing him, but also to seeing Lea and Lane.

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Saturday.

We had agreed that I would be there around 10am, so I got up at 7, allowing me ample time to get ready and leave by 9.

I was rather excited about seeing my uncle again, which made me a bit nervous. Also it introduced the challenge what to wear this time. I had put together a nice ensemble yesterday, but today I deemed it not good enough, meaning I had to figure out something else.

After 15 minutes I had everything laid out for me. My favorite white shirt, which was actually a bit too short. A pair of white cotton panties, so they would not show through the white skirt. No bra but a white sports tank top, that left my belly button exposed, and accentuated my boobs.

I took a really long shower, and made sure to shave my armpits and pussy before getting dressed. I styled my hair so my long blonde hair cascaded in waves onto my shoulders and back. I knew that he liked this very much. When I was done I was wondering why I had shaved my pussy, but it seemed the right thing to do when I was showering. By 8.45 I was ready and had time to quickly grab a peanut butter sandwich, and dash to the car.

The drive over was long. Well, not longer than usual, but I was feeling warm and tingly, and the last 10 minutes of the ride, I had reached under my skirt and rubbed my mound and pussy lips gently over the fabric of my panties. I was quite wound up by the time I arrived.

As I got out of the car, I noticed that I had received a message. It was from Jane. There were only two words and an emoji: "No regrets :)"

Strange! Why would she send this to me. Maybe it was not meant for me. I texted "?" and got an immediate response from her: ";) <3"

I got out and rang the doorbell. "Coming..." I heard my uncle say, only to have him opening the front door mere seconds later.

I went inside and he closed the door. I gave him a hug, lifting myself onto my toes so I could properly hug him with my arms over his shoulders. Standing like this did not give me much stability so I kind of stumbled into him, and my lips ended up in his neck. He did not react to this, although his hands were on my hips, steadying me and at the same time pulling me into him.

"Ohh uncle Adam... It's so good to see you again." I said.

"I can only agree with that," he said, "it has been far too long."

We held the hug for a few more seconds, and then we parted.

"Let me see you," he said.

I stepped back and spun around for him, smiling.

He looked at me with a very big smile.

"Gorgeous..." he said, "I like what you did with your hair..."

"But I have to disappoint you... I am already seeing someone." he continued.

This made me laugh like a little girl. I know he likes it when I laugh like that. He has always said it makes him feeling young and cheerful as well.

"Speaking of which," I said, "where is everyone?"

"Jane is out of town this weekend with her bestie, and Lea and Lane are shopping in the city. They should be back around 10pm tonight." Adam said.

This was unexpected. He did not tell me this when agreeing to meet him. Sure, I have always felt safe with Adam, but this was giving me slight doubts about what was going on. It was unusual.

Was it a coincidence, or a careful plot to get me alone? Did he even tell Lea and Lane that I would be coming over? And did Jane even know that we were together today, without anyone else present?

At the same time, my heart jumped and it me smile. He noticed. His eyes caught mine and he smiled back.

"Coffee?", he asked.

"Yes please, with a small cloud of milk please." I responded.

"After you..." he said, taking my hand and gesturing for me to walk ahead.

I knew that he only did this so he could see me from behind. So he could see the skirt bounce on my ass. So he could see my legs. I played along, making sure my hips made ample swaying motion when I walked. I made small steps, so it would take a bit longer to get there. The tingly feeling in my nether regions grew a bit stronger.

Looking over my shoulder unexpectedly to Adam, I caught his eyes on my ass shooting back up onto my eyes in embarrassment. Turning my head back into the direction I was walking, the corners of my mouth started pointing upward, me silently humming a faint melody in the back of my mind when I got to the kitchen. I liked his attention, like I have always done.

Noone else was around, his stares making me feel wanted by my uncle. The forbidden nature of my flirting was making me even more excited, almost making me forget why I was here. I knew nothing would happen; he was too much of a gentleman for that, but at the same time I could not help but wonder.

"Coffee will take a little while to make," he said, "would you like a glass of water in the meantime?"

"Sure."

"Help yourself," Adam said, "you know where to find a drinking glass," while filling the kettle to boil water.

I walked over to the cupboard while considering what I should do. Should I take one from the shelf that I could still reach, or should I reach for the top shelf, fully well knowing I could not reach high enough... I decided for the latter.

Opening the cupboard and playfully reaching for a drinking glass on the top shelf, I moaned that I could not reach it.

He looked at me and said to take one from the shelf below, as he was starting the fire to boil the water.

"But I really like the one glass up there," I said.

He smiled at me knowingly, I think, and came over. I did not step aside but stood on my toes and kept reaching upwards. It made my calves more prominent and made the rear of my skirt go higher. I'm sure he could see my panties.

He came up behind me, and in order to reach the glass I meant, he had to brush up onto my rear side. I was not entirely sure, but I think I could feel his bulge pressing into my ass. I did not pull away from him. If anything at all, I was making sure that I could feel him better, so I pushed back briefly, and yes, for sure, there was something semi-hard pressing into my ass. A little moan escaped from my mouth.

He stepped back and gave me the drinking glass. When I looked at him he was smiling broadly. Then his expression turned a bit more serious very briefly and he whispered "thank you...", only to smile again and carrying on to getting filters for the coffee.

Those mere two words made all the difference for me. Especially in the way he had said them. It told me he was really paying attention. That he liked me being there. That he might want things to progress, but he would probably never lead me into anything. It told me he appreciated what had happened, while at the same time keeping a distance. It made me smile, again...

Adam had gotten two mugs and spoons, a filter cup and a coffeepot by the time the water was boiling. He waited for the bubbles to stop, and then started the slow process of pouring the water onto the coffee in the filter. He was very patient. Not filling it up completely in one go, but pouring slowly, gradually filling the filter with water until about half way, only to let the filter do its job, and repeat the process again. He was fully committed to making a good cup of coffee.

It was mesmerizing to look into the filter and see how careful and considerate he was pouring the water. It made me relax. When I looked up at him I caught his stare onto my lips. He continued pouring the water.

After a little while, the coffee was ready and he filled our mugs. He took milk from the fridge, and slowly poured it into my cup. "Tell me when to stop," he said.

"Stop..." I said, "a small cloud is enough."

He got one of the spoons, put it into my mug and handed it over to me. When I took the mug, he said "Careful, it's hot." so I really carefully tried taking it from him. He held it a bit too firm however, for me to really take it in my hands.

"Tell me when you have it," he said, making me touch his hands with both my hands. It made my heart jump again. I delayed my response a bit before saying "I have it," and he let go slowly.

I was not sure what we were doing here, or how far it would go, but it definitely made me feel very excited. It felt good.

"Wait here," he said.

He walked into the living room and turned on some music. Not very prominent, but enough to hear and enjoy it.

When he came back, we sat side by side at the kitchen counter, on the high stools. These stools were the kind that allowed you to turn around and twist as long as you sit on them.

He turned a bit towards me, and I turned a bit towards him.

"How was the ride over?", he said... and we made for some small talk. The kind that we had been good at since I can remember. The kind the makes me feel seen by him. He would ask about university, my struggles, and if there was a man or woman I like.

"I'm not a lesbian," I said. "I like men more than women.", a bit embarrassed by the suggestion I might like women.

"No offense meant!" he said. "I am just wondering how your love life is going. I have never heard you talk about anyone, so I have no clue with you in that department. I am fine with either answer. I don't mind if you like women."

"Well... I like men...

... I just have not found the right one yet....

... there is one that I like, but he is married....

... I would never ruin someone's marriage."

I am not sure whether he got the gravity of what I just said, but I could not believe I just told him this. I felt embarrassed. My cheeks flushed immediately.

Adam could see this made me uncomfortable. He turned a bit more towards me and held his hands on my shoulders.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about," he said, "we've all been there, wanting someone that it not available."

Then he pulled me closer and he hugged me. I put my arm around him, and he put his around me. I leaned my head onto his shoulder and we stayed like that for 15 or 20 seconds, before he released me and I let him go too.

"Thank you uncle, I needed that..."

He smiled, and took a sip from his coffee. So did I.

"Would you like to tell me about him?", he said.

I told him... well not that he was the one, but I told him about my crush. About how he was married, had two daughters, how I see them occasionally, and always get excited and flustered around him. About how his wife may or may not have caught on to my feelings for him. About how this had been going on for almost 8 years... About how it made my dating life miserable, since I would feel guilty about seeing someone else.....

By the time I had finished telling him all about my secret crush, I think he had also managed to figure it out. That he was the one I was referring to.

I could not believe I told him all this, but with uncle Adam it felt so natural to discuss these things. It always has been like that.

"Sounds like a complicated situation," he said with a serious look on his face.

"Yeah." I said.

There was some silence for a few minutes. It looked like he would start saying something a few times during that brief period of silence.

And then, with a very soft voice, he started saying: "So this person of interest of yours..." pausing.

"... is his wife out of town coincidentally?"

I turned beet red.

"Are his daughters shopping for the day?"

I turned my head downward, not knowing where to look.

"Is he......" and then paused.

"Are you..." pausing again.

"Are you... having a coffee with him right now?"

Silence.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

He had figured it out. I had told him too much. I ruined everything.

I started crying.

I looked up at him. He gave me a very understanding look.

"Come here kiddo." he said, getting up and taking my hand making me stand up too.

He kissed my temple and hugged me. It felt so good with him holding me.

I cried into his chest for quite some time.

"Shhhh....." he said, "it's ok. It's fine. Everything is fine. Everything will be ok."

From time to time he kissed my temple. I took me a while to calm down and stop crying. And then he just held me.

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After what must have been more than 20 minutes, he stepped away from me, and looked me in to my eyes very seriously.

"Jill, may I tell you about an experience that I had?" he asked.

I was not sure I wanted to hear this, but I nodded anyway.

It was silent for another 2 or 3 minutes, and then he started talking.

"Please understand that I will tell you things that will make me very vulnerable."

I nodded.

"Please give me a chance to tell you everything."

I nodded again after some hesitation, wondering why he chose those words.

After a minute or so he started talking.

"Jane and I are happily married. We love each other a lot. We have two beautiful young daughters and we are a very happy family.

There is one thing though that has changed over time, which is the passion Jane and I had a long time ago. It has kind of disappeared. It is like she does not have it anymore for me. Yes we make love, but not very often, and most of the time it seems a bit mechanical rather that loving. Also, she has not been able to get wet enough for us to have normal intercourse, and she won't use lube. She sees this as a failure. She's not in a happy place about this.

At the same time, our relationship itself is very stable and we fully trust each other. She understands that I have my needs for physical contact and affection. And she already knows that there is someone I like very much.

Around five years ago, I started noticing someone else. I really liked her a lot. I still do. She was gorgeous, and has a beautiful personality. But I was married, so I never acted or followed through.

But over time she and I became a bit playful, sometimes even a bit flirty. Her smile drove me crazy.

Jane had definitely noticed. So she and I also talked about it from time to time. How I got cheerful and happy around her. How I radiated positiveness when she was around. How I could talk with her better than with Jane occasionally. There must have been a pinch of jealousy.

We agreed that playful flirtiness would be ok now and again, but she asked me to be careful around this woman, as Jane knows that she's also very young and vulnerable.

Over the course of a few years this woman and I had been around each other several times. Always in the presence of others. But the occasional glance, a flash of leg, a quick hug, a brush of hands.... There was palpable excitement there.

Initially I thought it was harmless, this flirting and teasing, but as time progressed, I realized that I had developed a crush her. And Jane was the one to point it out to me explicitly, after we had spent some time together again last summer.

It had made Jane feel insecure initially, but it also sparked our love life from time to time. After some time however, it strengthened our own relationship, between Jane and I. We love each other and we can count on each other.

So, by now, Jane was more secure about herself, and playfully asked me if I would leave her for my crush. I told her no, never would I do such thing.

Jane asked me how that would work, as she could clearly see the mutual attraction, and she was afraid I could not help myself if my crush and I got too close.