Sara paraded in front of her uncle, showing off her new outfit. The short skirt and tight tank top showed off her firm, teen curves. Sara had just turned 18 and was going out with her older boyfriend, whom Geoff didn't much care for. Sara's parents were out of town for the week and Sara was staying with her favorite uncle while they were gone.
"Well, Uncle Geoff, how do I look?" she asked, giggling as she spun like a runway model. Geoff's eyes took in his niece's beautiful body.
"You look stunning, Sara, very hot," he replied, smiling. Sara giggled, giving her uncle a hug. Geoff could not help but feel her firm breasts pressing against his chest. His arms wrapped around her, then kissed the top of her head. Just then a horn blew. "Go on, have fun," he said, playfully slapping her ass as she started for the door. Sara turned back, smiling, and then hurried off. Geoff frowned to himself. He wasn't a big fan of her boyfriend. Sara's body had only recently developed and in just the past year, her 5'6 frame had gone from a skinny teen into the body of a sensual woman. Her waist remained the same as her hips widened and her breasts grew from a 32B into a 34D. Geoff worried that her 24-year-old boyfriend wanted more than she was ready to give.
After cleaning up and doing some paperwork, Geoff had just settled down for the night to watch some TV when the door suddenly opened. Sara came in, crying. Geoff glanced at his watch; it was only 10:35. He had expected Sara to be out until 12 or 1:00 at the earliest. Geoff stood up, taking his crying niece into his arms, holding her.
"What's the matter, Sara, what happened?" Geoff asked, trying to comfort his niece.
"B-B-Bill broke up with me. I'm so embarrassed," she said through her tears. Geoff held her tightly, his hands caressing her back, trying his best to calm her down.
"Do you want to talk about it? What happened?" he asked. Sara looked up at her uncle, wanting to talk to him, then stopped, rubbing her face against his chest, trying to dry the tears from her cheek. "Sara, you know the rule. What happens here, stays here. Whatever you tell me is between you and me, and no one else." Sara looked up, trying to smile, nodding her head.
"I know, Uncle Geoff." They walked over to the couch, sitting next to each other; Sara sitting crossed leg on the couch, her skirt at the top of her thighs. The tight, spandex tank top hugged her breasts, heaving as she breathed deeply, trying to regain her composure. Geoff took her hands in his, resting them in her lap. He looked at her deeply, wanting to fix whatever was upsetting her. Sara smiled briefly, and then continued, "Bill wanted me to, um, have sex with him... you know." Geoff nodded, not saying anything, letting her go on. "We were in a room by ourselves. I told him I didn't want to and he began yelling at me, calling me names. I know the other people at the party could hear him," she said in between her sobbing. "I finally got him to drive me home. It was so embarrassing to walk past all his friends after that. I could have died right then." Geoff squeezed her hands, kissing the top of her head.
"Its all right, Sara. You did exactly right. Sex, uummmm, making love is just for when you're both ready. If either of you aren't ready, then its not the right time. Besides...," Geoff said, smiling, "I never really did like Bill that much." Sara looked up at her uncle, trying to smile through her tears. She leaned up to him, kissing his cheek tenderly. Geoff thought she was about to say something else, when she stopped, sliding down onto the couch, resting her head on her uncle's lap. Geoff slid his hand over her side, past her hips, trying to comfort his niece. Every so often, Sara would look up at him, as if about to say something, and then stop. This went on for about a half hour, until Geoff finally had had enough.
"Sara, what is it, what else happened?" Geoff asked firmly. "What do you want to tell me?" Sara looked up at him, unsure as to what to say. "Sara, its all right, you can tell me, you know that. Remember when you snuck out of your house and I had to help you back in, that morning, without your parents knowing? They still don't know." Sara looked up at her uncle, and then began crying again, even harder this time. 'Tell me, Sara. What happened?"
"Wh-wh-when we were leaving the party, her voice breaking up as she spoke, "he said I gave the worst blow jobs he'd ever had, and I know people heard it." She buried her face against his lap, crying even harder. Geoff didn't know what to say. He tried to shake the vision of his niece sucking Bill's hard cock from his mind.
"He was just mad, I'm sure he didn't really mean it," Geoff said, not really knowing what to say. Sara looked up, her face drenched with her tears, shaking her head.
"He did, I know he did. I-I-I've only done it a few times and he complained every time. He always had some reason to complain. I can't even suck right," Sara said, weeping. Geoff pulled her up to him, his arms slipping around her trembling young body, holding her to him. He didn't know what to say or do, so he just held her, tightly, kissing the top of her head.
After a few minutes, Sara looked up at her uncle. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest. "Uncle Geoff, could I ask you something?" she asked bashfully. Geoff looked down into her eyes, nodding. "You've had lots of girlfriends, right?" Geoff nodded again, letting her continue. "C-C-Could you teach me how to give a blowjob, please." Geoff looked down in shock, unable to say anything. Sara sat up on her knees, taking his hands in hers. "Please, Uncle Geoff. You've had lots of them, haven't you?"
Geoff stumbled over his words. Yes, he has had lots of girlfriends and lots of blowjobs. Geoff dated a lot and always seemed to be with a beautiful and sexy woman. Sara was often envious of them, of how Geoff gave them all his attention. She had often imagined her uncle with one of his girlfriends in bed, doing the things she had only fantasized about.