Note: All characters in this story are above the age of 18.
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Melanie sat blindfolded on her uncle's couch. Traces of chocolate and whip cream were evident on her soft kissable lips. She hadn't realized that her thin school skirt had ridden above her knees- something she never allowed. Her mouth was agape in anticipation.
The game she and her uncle played had started two weeks ago and had progressed rapidly ever since. Her uncle Ben had always known how much she loved trying out new cuisines. That made it easier for Melanie to be so smitten with Ben, who happened to be a master chef at Paris's best restaurant.
Yet things were not as innocent as they seemed to Melanie. A year ago Uncle Ben made her try a new sauce he claimed to have recently invented then. It was something she had never tasted or seen before. The white sauce's sticky texture and salted taste was something she didn't like initially, but her uncle's persistent use of it made her accustomed to the taste. He would laugh sometimes saying the sauce wasn't even pure yet, rather diluted. Since he had told her that the sauce was made from extremely rare herbs which would help her become more intelligent, she would reluctantly finish every drop he would give her. It seemed odd that to her that Uncle Ben would ask her to open her mouth, pull out her tongue and then, on his command swallow it all. However, with time she got used to the taste and sometimes even registered its absence in the food that he made.
Melanie's parents, being doctors, had travelled from Paris to Nepal to aid refugees of war, emigrating there from India. It was a tough decision but knowing how bad the condition had been in Nepal, they simply had to leave her in Uncle Ben's care till they returned. Regular church goers that they were, Melanie's parents had decided years ago that they would shelter their only child from all sexual education until she got married. To aid their goal, they further planned to home school Melanie till she reached her senior year of high school. Since both husband and wife were sexually inexperienced till they met each other, it made sense to arrange a similar fate for their child.
The 'guessing' game had started a few days after Melanie's parents had left and a week before she had her first official day of school. It initiated when both uncle and niece decided that they would use their time to explore new types of dishes and bake the rarest of treats. However, since school had started a week ago, her uncle had progressed to what was now called the 'guess what I made today' game.
Uncle Ben would spend a considerable amount of time in the kitchen. Upon his niece's return, he would make her guess all the different foods he would spoon feed her with. He would blindfold her, so with the excuse that it would be a surprise for her every time. The best part for Melanie were the deserts he fed her, little strawberries dipped in ice cream. To her dismay, she would recognize a faint hint of her uncle's secret sauce mixed with the ice cream when he would hold out the strawberries to her.
The rules were that she couldn't use her teeth. She couldn't bite until he told her to. He would make her lick off all the chocolate syrup or ice cream he would pour on bananas, cucumbers and even sometimes his fingers while they would listen to Beethoven's symphonies in the evening. To uncle Ben's enjoyment, Melanie had no idea of the perverted thoughts that were going through his head. She was taught to trust family blindly and so she didn't even question any of his instructions.
But now Ben felt that her first stage of training was over and it was time to move on to the better part of the game. He was sitting next to her with a lump in his pants, something she never noticed even when it was staring her in the face. Today he found the perfect opportunity to corrupt this eighteen year old child. To start seducing her slowly again and again, until she would come to him and ask him for more.
He dipped another strawberry into the ice cream tub and brought it to this blindfolded girl's lips.
"Say aaaaah, honey," asked uncle Ben.
"Aaaaahh," replied Melanie
"Now close your lips over it and slowly drag them to the tip of the berry," instructed her uncle.
"Again. Keep going like that, pumpkin. Use your tongue a little bit," Uncle Ben said again. The lump in his pants getting harder.
"Mmmm. How can I eat it if I can't use my teeth uncle Ben?" Melanie asked innocently.
Ignoring her completely, he took the strawberry back to the table and this time dipped it in whip cream and brought it back to her lips. Slowly, he moved his other hand over her mound, only separated by her panties and her thin skirt.
"Uncle?" Melanie gasped in shock. To her it was as strange as someone touching her neck or bare back- it was something nobody ever did to her. Her mind was completely oblivious to her uncle's sexual advance.
"Keep going Melanie. Mind the teeth," Uncle Ben calmly asserted.
While she resumed taking the fruit in her mouth, slowly he began to draw circles over her mound. Getting her used to the feeling. To his touch. Turning her on without her knowing it. Making her wet, so she would be confused yet yearning for more.
"How does it taste, Mel?" he encouraged her to vocalize her thoughts.
She kept her eyes closed, behind the blindfold and slightly nodded her head. She was becoming aware of her nipples hurting for the first time in her life, and of a dim wave taking over her body. A voice kept telling her deep inside that this was wrong, but it felt so pleasant. Even so, she had completely forgotten about her uncle's finger stroking her mound over her skirt.
"Good. Now I'm going to take away the strawberry baby and replace it with something else. Whatever you do, don't stop. Keep using your lips."
Taking advantage of her naivety he moved his face close to hers and took away the fruit.
"Keep going darling," uncle Ben said soothingly, right before he touched his lips to hers, making her gasp!
She sat still, not knowing what it was. It felt like...lips. They went away and then touched hers again! This time she, unmistakably, felt her uncle touch his lips with hers, a sensation that was absolutely alien to her.
