My Uncle Eith

I originally decided this story was to be a stand alone sort of story, but need help deciding if there should be more parts to it or not. Please let me know by rating and commenting if this story should continue.

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It was New Year's Eve. We had all gone out to dinner and then came back to one of my cousin's house. A large group of my family got together. Cousins, Aunts, Uncles, Grandmas, Grandpas, neighbors, and some close family friends. The whole house was full. Every room had people in it. There were multiple dogs from multiple families and random little kids of all ages. The majority of the family are together frequently, at least once a month. Now with the addition of the rest to celebrate the New Year, this party was loud and had lots going on all over. It's never a big thing when just the family gets together, just whoever is free on a Friday or Saturday night for drinks and bullshitting. I knew I would be around family and the like tonight, so I selected my outfit accordingly.

I wore a tight fitting black long sleeve top that had a crew cut neck, a pair of ripped jeans, and my new black boots that I had just got for Christmas last week. The black top showed off my 34A tits rather nicely, and I really liked how if my nipples got hard, you could easily see them poking through the fabric, even through the padding of the pink bra I had picked out to wear under the top. I may not have the biggest tits, but they're mine and they're amazing. I love having them grabbed and played with, my nipples are super sensitive. Sometimes if I accidentally brush against them in typical daily activities or whatever, it can very easily spark a fire directly in my clit. You'll learn a bit more about how easy that happens later on.

My ripped jeans were a dark blue color, and tighter fit. The legs were straight cut, while still maintaining their grip on my hips. Most of the ripped areas showed my skin underneath them. The denim material hugged my ass tightly, which was also very apparent in the front by the amount of camel toe I was showing off. The seam that started just below the zipper and went all the way to the back was rubbing against my clit. Every step I took while walking, or just about any movement would cause a jolt of electricity through my body. I already knew that my matching pink panties probably had a small wet spot in them, just from the friction of the seam rubbing against me all day. This all was slowly teasing me as the night pressed on.

Uncle Keith was here tonight, and I've had a silly "school girl crush" on him ever since I was a little girl. Uncle Keith is in his early 50's, he is actually just a cousin of mine, but because of the sizable age difference between us, I've always called him Uncle. I didn't know he was going to be here tonight, and to be honest, if I had, I probably would have picked a different outfit that was more revealing. It's the kind of crush that started out playful, fun, and cute. However once puberty hit, that silly crush over time has grown into what is now a sexual obsession for me as a grown woman just about to get out of college.

Look, I realize that it's wrong, immoral, gross some might say, or even impure. I get that he is my family, and that family isn't supposed to have those kinds of thoughts or feelings for one another. I also get that most of society would definitely frown upon my feelings for him, and call me sick and twisted. But there is something unbelievably sexy about Uncle Keith and his blue collar body that makes my heart skip beats. His hands are rough, but they can be gentle. He always has this musky scent coming from his big beard. The easy way to say it is that Uncle Keith was, and still is, responsible for a large portion of my orgasms. I think about him when I touch myself, or when I'm with a guy that isn't able to get me off, and it works every time.

He's not your stereotypical sexy super fit drop dead gorgeous construction worker like you used to see in monthly calendars, or on TV, or in model picture sessions. I would believe that most girls would rate him rather low on a scale of 1 to 10, actually. He is big and burly, built like a stocky football player. If I had to guess, he is about 5 foot 8 inches tall, and probably 250 pounds. Uncle Keith has salt and pepper hair, with probably more grey hair in his beard, than not. He is easily 25-30 years older than me, making him right around my own father's age. He has a rough exterior, and a slightly brash way of interacting with everyone, but he has always been sweet to me, and he makes me blush when we talk. More than anything, Uncle Keith has by far the sexiest eyes I have ever seen in my entire life.

He was the first one to call me 'Little T' when I was like 4 years old, and the rest of the family has kept that nickname for me ever since.

Normally, any time the family gets together and Uncle Keith is there, he and I will have a random conversation about college or possible career paths I am looking into. There is always a good 15-20 minute conversation that he and I have. He asks me questions and I giggle and blush while responding. Anyone paying any amount of attention would easily see that I still look at Uncle Keith like I always have, with my submissively shy school girl crush gaze.

It was just before 11pm and we had only a little while till the big celebration to ring in the new year. The drinks were flowing well by now, seeing as we all started at dinner hours ago, and had been at my cousin's keeping the pace ever since. I kept sneaking glances at Uncle Keith from across the big great room that most of us were all gathered in. The great room more or less was the full main floor of this side of the house. On one end was a nice living room area with a couple of couches and chairs. Then there was a dining area with a table that could easily hold 12 or so people. Finally on the opposite end was the large kitchen with a good sized island.

That's where I was, having a frivolously heated discussion with my younger cousin Mindy on which of our guilty pleasure tv shows were more obnoxious. The both of us know how stupid the shows are, but for some reason, we can't stop watching them. We were doing more laughing at the ridiculousness of each of our shows, than anything. At one point while Mindy picked up her phone for a fact check, I went to swipe a piece of lint off my top and accidentally caught one of my nipples through the padded bra and my top. Both of my nipples instantly got hard and my clit pulsed, which of course made my temperature rise.

Immediately I looked around to see if anyone saw my cheeks getting flushed while Mindy was looking on her phone. I scanned the room, and appeared to be in the clear. Then I saw Uncle Keith again, he was talking to someone I knew but wasn't sure who they were exactly. I'm pretty sure it was a neighbor to my cousin who owned the house we were in.

I originally had thought I was being pretty good at hiding my glances at Uncle Keith all night, but based on what happened next, apparently I had over estimated my talents. He caught me staring just now, and earlier on more than one occasion and finally excused himself from his conversation. He walked his way over to Mindy and me, and put his drink down next to mine. He looked down at me and I immediately froze, as per the usual response when Uncle Keith addresses me. Also, the fact that I'm only 5 foot even, makes looking down at me an easy task for almost all people. My cousin Mindy welcomed him to our conversation, "Hey Uncle Keith, how are you? Little T and I are talking about random garbage reality TV shows." Mindy said with a drunk giggle.

"Two beautiful girls like you need to find better ways to spend your time than with those silly shows." He said in a jovial teasing tone and sipped his drink.

"But they're so fun to watch when we feel like being mindless and relaxing at the end of the day." Mindy argued the value they held for us. My eyes bounced back and forth between them as they talked.

"I tried to watch that, Kardashian show. I thought 'why not?', everyone keeps talking about it. But after about 2 minutes of them bickering over the stupidest things, I had to change the channel. Those girls are definitely pretty though, nothing to argue about that." Uncle Keith said, trying to fit into the conversation.

I almost didn't even hear the words coming out of his mouth because of how transfixed I was on his beard, and his eyes. Those eyes, those dreamy eyes seemed to allow him to keep staring past my eyes and into my soul when he would look at me while he was talking. My clit flared again, I didn't even have to look, I could tell my nipples were pointing straight out at him and Mindy. I quietly hoped he noticed them.

"Oh, that show is awful." Mindy said as I nodded in agreement.

"I do agree." I said, "And I think they are all pretty in their own ways, though." now looking up at my Uncle.

"Yeah, I guess they are." Mindy said.

"Mindy, your drink looks a bit low, aren't you keeping pace with us tonight?" Uncle Keith said in his typical fun loving, direct, brash way.

Mindy raised her glass to us and finished off what was left. "Time to find a new drink," she said and wandered off. Now alone with Uncle Keith after his manipulation worked on Mindy, he turned to me and smiled.

"What do you say there, Little T? How's life treating you?" He asked directly. I of course immediately blushed.

Looking up at him with my face still mostly pointed at his chest, forcing my eyes to the top of their sockets. I smiled while my cheeks grew red, not totally sure if it was from the alcohol, or from the attention of my secret crush. "Oh, you know, same old same old," I giggled, "it's been ok. How about for you?"

"Oh, about the same. Just working and then sit at home watching my sports. You still seeing that guy John you brought around the past few times we all hung out?" Uncle Keith inquired.

"Yes," I began, "he had to work tonight, otherwise he would have been here."

John was my current boyfriend. He is a good guy all around, but I feel like he likes me more than I like him, most of the time. John is attractive and likes to goto the gym to keep fit. He runs long distance and strength trains, he looks great naked. He is kind and caring, and would be a great husband. I'm just not sure about him being 'my' great husband.

"Oh, that's too bad," he offered console.

"Mm, yes and no, I guess. Now I get to spend more time with you." I word-vomited, that wasn't supposed to come out like it did. I think Uncle Keith knew that by the look he gave me.

"Well aren't I just the luckiest guy tonight." He said and winked at me. I sipped my drink along with him and saw his eyes wander down to my chest. I felt my nipples still hard from before, and now my pussy started to tingle.

Mindy returned with a fresh drink and joined in on our conversation. The 3 of us continued to chat for a while. The whole time we all talked I kept trying to sneak glances at Uncle Keith, and noticed his eyes lingering on me when whenever I spoke. At one point Mindy made a comment about my ripped jeans and their style. We all looked down at them, and as I looked up, I caught my Uncle Keith's eyes lingering a very long time. From where he was standing and how he was starring, it had to be the tight seam splitting my swollen labia that caught his attention. My pussy pulsed and my nipples went from just hard to now like little rocks inside my bra.

As we all continued talking about the fashion of my outfit, my Uncle and I kept exchanging glances. I started to think that he was thinking the same thing I was, and wondering if what we were feeling was something to mention to each other, or keep a secret forever.

Mindy was pulled away by one of our other cousins, and it was just Uncle Keith and I again. "I really do like those pants," he said, "I wasn't just saying that before."

"Thanks, Uncle Keith." I blushed again.

"Are they comfortable though, being so tight like that?" He continued, gesturing to the front of my hips, almost confirming what I had suspected before.

"Mm, yeah, they um, make a girl feel good in a special way when they're tight like this." I said looking up at him submissively, almost not knowing how to respond.

"A 'special way', huh?" He said with a knowing look on his face and a perked eyebrow. I nodded and looked around to make sure nobody was watching us talk.

"I'm not sure this type of conversation is something an older man, and your 'uncle', should be discussing with you, young lady." He said insinuating he was looking for approval of us moving forward with what we were talking.

"I'm not so young any more, Uncle Keith." I said while swaying back and forth and submissively looking up and clearly flirting with him.

"No, no, you are not, Little T." He said, looking my body from head to toe, and biting his lip.

"Wanna see what I mean?" I asked the question while reaching for his hand and pulling him to follow me, all before he could even answer.

I walked Uncle Keith through most of the house past a bunch of family and friends. Nobody thinking anything of it as it was just Little T interacting with her Uncle that she has known her entire life.

We turned a corner into another part of the house, there were only a few of the younger kids playing together in this room. The TV was on and showing some random children's show while sing-along tunes played. Then we turned another corner, and then into the laundry room. It was rather spacious for just being a laundry room. Once inside, we saw some of your typical laundry room items, as I pulled Uncle Keith into the room and shut the solid door behind us.

"Little T, what exactly are we doing in here?" Uncle Keith asked. I spun around on my heels to face him as he stood with his back to the appliances. I felt that he was still trying to fight against what I felt he was feeling. It was the same feelings I had fought for a while now, but finally decided just tonight that I was done holding back. After all, it was New Year's Eve and I wanted the year to end with a bang. Especially with John at work and not being able to be here to kiss at midnight.

"It can't only be me feeling the way I do, Uncle Keith. I see the way you keep looking at me, at my body. And I know you have caught me staring at you at least a couple of times tonight alone." I explained.

"I've seen you staring at me, but I don't think you understand the consequences of your actions and what you're saying. That is, if you're thinking about what I think you're thinking about." He pushed back.

"Uncle Keith, I've had a crush on you for most of my life. You can't pretend like you didn't already know that." I stated directly.

He leaned back against the dryer to put some distance between us, even though the room was spacious like I said, it was still kind of small and just a laundry room after all. "Yes, sweetheart, anyone with 2 eyes that's ever seen us near each other would know that, but I've always just thought it was a little girl crush, never anything more."

"That's what it started as," I stepped forward reclaiming the distance he created a moment ago placing my hands gently on the buttons of his shirt just above his belt buckle, "but like me, like my body, it's grown into something much more. For me, it's now a real sexual craving."

"Tabitha, I don't think you're thinking clearly, listen to what you're saying. I'm not only your actual cousin, but I'm the same age as your father." He called me by my real name and tried to keep pushing a wedge between the building lust.

"I like that you're so much older than me, Uncle Keith, that's a huge part of why it feels so naughty to be here with you." I explained.

He grabbed my hands and removed them from his shirt before I could undo any buttons. "Sweetheart, you're forgetting the part where we're related, by blood. We are literal family, that's not right to think of me that way."

Keeping my hands to myself and standing as close to him as I could, I pleaded, "I don't think you understand, Uncle Keith. You're just giving me more reasons to get turned on by you when you point out all the reasons this is so wrong."

"Tabitha, we can't do this...." He said again, now pleading with me to give up on my fantasy.

"Stop calling me that!," I nearly shouted, "You know my name, you gave me my name, Uncle Keith, call me what you always have." My initial aggression immediately softened completely as I begged that last part.

"Little T, I'm a very aggressive man when it comes to sex. I'm not the soft caring man you know me to be." Uncle Keith finally giving in a little.

"Yes, that's what I need! That's what John can't give me. I've touched myself so many times thinking of your hands on my body. Feeling them grabbing me and taking what you want from me." I pulled Uncle Keith's hand up from his side and put it right on my tit.

My nipple poking out into his rough palm, the sound of his dry calloused skin dragging across the material of my top as he gently squeezed my breast. My hand cupping the outside of his letting him know I didn't want him to let go of me. "I know you have thought about me, like I have fantasized about you. I know it's wrong, but I can't help it. I want you so badly, Uncle Keith." My pussy was on fire with his hand on my chest. He was now teasing my nipple by using his thumb tip making little circles on it and flicking it back and forth through my clothes.

"If we do this right now, you can't ever speak of it, to any one, ever." Uncle Keith was breathing deeper now. I could see a sizeable bulge forming in his pants.

My breathing started to match his as the fire grew in my clit from his teasing. With a shallow breath and submissive eyes I begged, "Never a word about it. I promise. Take me, Uncle Keith. Make me feel like I've craved for so long now. Use me however you want." I metaphorically threw myself at him.

He moved both of his hands to either side of my waist, pushed me a step back, spun us around switching our positions. His back now towards the door of the laundry room, he picked me up by my hips and placed me on the dryer. Uncle Keith spread my legs apart using my knees and forced his body into the newly created void.

His right hand grabbed my throat hard. Squeezing the sides of my neck with his thumb and index finger cutting off some of my breathing while the bright starry static of my consciousness closed in around my vision. He pushed my head back against the wall and leaned into me. His mouth right in front of mine, he spoke softly and confidently. "Are you absolutely sure this is what you want, little girl? Because once I start, I'm not stopping until I'm satisfied."

I had never in my life seen this type of reaction come from my uncle. His eyes were focused, his usual soft smile might as well never existed. His face was flat and emotionless, his words were direct and sure. My pussy was drooling, the feeling of his hand on my throat was so powerful. I sat there helpless while he pushed his throbbing bulge against my crotch. I could feel the heat from his stiff cock pressing into my clit as if our clothes weren't even there.

"Yes, please use me, Uncle Keith." I squeaked out through my lips as loud as I could while having very little airflow still. My face turned red from the lack of oxygen while my body kept heating up for him.

"I'm gonna fuck you like a paid whore, Little T." He said my name in a way I've never heard anyone say it before. It was guttural, demanding, like he owned me and I had one option in this world...to obey him.

"I'm all yours, Uncle Keith." I barely got his name out of my mouth before his tongue entered it. His hand released my neck and I was gasping for air as he kissed me forcefully. I could hear his belt being undone. The metal buckle clanging against the outside of the dryer. My arms wrapped around his neck as we kissed.