Leslie could tell Uncle Tom was uncomfortable on the way home, but she couldn't figure out why. She kept glancing at him only to find him staring straight ahead at the road. It was bugging her and she couldn't let it go unquestioned.
"You okay Uncle Tom?" she asked worried.
"Huh? Oh yes darling, I'm fine." he replied. In fact he wasn't fine. He was horny, he had a beautiful girl in his car, who granted was his niece, but he couldn't deny what he was feeling. His thoughts were revolving around her and he wanted to fuck her. God his sister would kill him.
"Did you not have a good time at the restaurant? You seemed to be a little preoccupied." Leslie had observed Uncle Tom staring at her and out into space as if he had been thinking about something very important.
"No sweetheart, I had a fantastic time. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed myself that much." Tom replied. He touched her bare shoulder briefly with his right hand and holding the steering wheel with his left. Leslie's hand touched his as if letting him know she knew it was there. Just that brief touch sent jolts through both Tom and Leslie. Uncle Tom gently rubbed her neck and Leslie allowed him to.
"Is your neck sore honey?" Uncle Tom questioned feeling the softness of her skin. He could feel himself getting hotter by the minute and his mind cried for him to pull his hand away, or at least pull over.
"Mmmhmm." Leslie mumbled closing her eyes. "I really had such a great day today Uncle Tom. Thank you so much for everything." she added.
Uncle Tom continued to rub her neck with his large hand and received another moan from Leslie. "Mmm that feels good." Leslie stated.
Uncle Tom was now hard as could be and her voice moaning made him think of other ways to make her do the same.
"You like that baby?" he asked her.
"Yes right there...ahh...that's where the cramp is, right there." Leslie insisted.
Uncle Tom wanted to make her say those things,but in another scenario. He was having a hard time staying on the road, even staying the speed limit for that matter. He decided then that he was going to pull over onto the side of the road. There was a small clearing a mile up the road that he was going to pull onto. he had to kiss her, even just once, just to fuel his curiosity and arousal.
Leslie could feel herself wet. She was aroused and she knew it. But wasn't it wrong for a niece to be aroused by her uncle? Was she going to hell because of it? She didn't know, but she knew the feeling of his hand made her pussy hole instantly spasm. She wanted more of his touch and briefly wondered about what it would be like to make love to him. She couldn't believe she was thinking about it, but here she was and that's how she felt. She couldn't help it.
She was startled when she felt Uncle Tom's hand stop rubbing and rest against the back of her neck. When she opened her eyes, she saw they were pulling over. But why?
"Uncle Tom, why are we stopping here?" she questioned.
Uncle Tom looked straight ahead for a moment and then turned to look at his only niece.
