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Uncle Tom had moved to his side of the vehicle. When he had openly adjusted himself, Leslie had seen it and had been curious to know about it.
"Are you aroused Uncle Tom?" she questioned him, not making eye contact with him. He didn't bother looking at her for chance of her seeing his embarrassment and more than a little worried he might want to kiss her again.
"Yes sweetheart I am." He replied flatly.
"Is it because of the kiss we had?" Leslie questioned. She absently played with the door handle as she waited for her uncle's response.
"Yes it is honey. I'm sorry. Men can't help it sometimes." Uncle Tom replied. His erection had only somewhat receded, but it was still very much there and more than a little obvious.
Leslie stayed quiet for a moment while Uncle Tom stared out the window. After a moment of silence between them, Tom grabbed the keys and started the car back up.
"Let's say we head home." Uncle Tom commented as he pulled back onto the road.
He desperately wanted to take things further with Leslie. If he'd had his way, they'd be naked and fucking by now. He wondered how Leslie was. She seemed awfully quiet.
"Tell me what you're thinking sweetie. I hope that I didn't upset you back there." He said looking her way.
Leslie looked over at him and their eyes met, his smoldering dark gaze and her light brown stare. She smiled shyly.
"You didn't upset me Uncle Tom. It's just; I've never done anything like that before. I meanâ€¦" she blushed furiously. She wanted to tell him, she was still a virgin but she was afraid he'd be horrified or worse yet, think she was immature.
"What is it baby, you can tell me anything, you know that." He almost whispered.
"It's just that, wellâ€¦ I've never been that far with anyone before." She left it at that, leaving Uncle Tom contemplating her words.
When he finally realized what she was saying, it hit him like a ton of bricks. She was a virgin? At eighteen?
He instantly became erect thinking about her young tight twat waiting to be deflowered. Leslie could sense something was up. Her uncle had this look of surprise on his face, like he'd seen something unbelievable.
"Leslie are you telling me you've never been with a boy?" Uncle Tom asked.
Leslie was surprised that her uncle would ask such a thing. She thought she had made herself perfectly clear without having to embarrass herself yet again repeating it.
"Yesâ€¦.Uncle Tom." Leslie said looking over at him to find him staring at her.
He smiled at her. "God darling, that is such an admirable quality." He replied to her reassuring her that he was indeed pleased.
Leslie put her face in her hands, feeling the heat emanating from embarrassment.
"It's so embarrassing Uncle Tom, I meanâ€¦I've been tempted, by you even, but I don't know what to do or say."
Uncle Tom almost swerved right off the road. They were minutes from the house and Uncle Tom wanted to get them both out of the car and into his bedroom soon.
He made no comment to his niece right away. Instead he sat silent as they pulled into the driveway. He got out after turning off the car engine and went around to her side to let her out. She looked so sexy stepping out of his car in the black dress. Her lipstick was slightly dulled in color from the kiss they had shared and her eyes were wide and glazed. She looked so absolutely desirable at that moment that Uncle Tom took her hand and kissed the top of it.
"Let's go inside sweetie." He said as he led them into the house. He knew what he wanted to do with his niece but he could sense she was still somewhat afraid of the entire situation.
"Why don't you sit down honey and relax. I'll get us some drinks." Tom suggested.
Leslie sat down on the leather couch, resting her thin legs together and leaning her head back. She couldn't believe how tonight had progressed. Never in a million years would she have thought her uncle, who she hadn't seen in ten years, was attracted to her. And they had kissed! Nobody does that with their uncle do they? She couldn't be sure and she felt pangs of guilt and self doubt even though she was curious about her handsome uncle.
When Uncle Tom returned from the kitchen with two glasses of wine, Leslie was surprised. He was going to let her drink?
"This will help to calm you down. I know your little mind is going a million miles a second." Uncle Tom said.
He took a sip and placed his glass on the coffee table. He sat down next to her, watching as she slowly sipped the drink then placed it on the coffee table beside his. She wouldn't look at him. He was trying to get her to, staring at the side of her delicate face, studying its features, but she wouldn't look up. Uncle Tom grabbed at her hands, holding them in his.
"Darling look at me." He ordered.
Leslie looked up into her uncle's eyes. He showed nothing but a sweet smile to her.
"I apologize if I upset you honey. That wasn't my intention at all."
Leslie shyly smiled back at him, "Don't apologize Uncle Tom, I'm fine. I'm just a bit confused a little."
Uncle Tom held her one hand, letting his fingers entwine with hers. "How so?" he questioned her.
"Well I guess I just enjoyed what we did in the carâ€¦" she paused and Uncle Tom was quick to progress things.
"And?" he asked.
"Well I know that we aren't supposed to do those things, butâ€¦"
Uncle Tom winked at her and smiled as she looked up at him.
"But I didn't want it to stop. Is that wrong of me?" she looked concerned.
Uncle Tom knew what he had to do, "Darling, if you wanted it to continue, I would have been more than happy to continue it. I wanted it too." He assured her. "And even though you're my niece, if it makes you feel good, there's nothing wrong with that."
He let her think about that for awhile. He was so curious to know what she was thinking, unfortunately for him, he couldn't read her mind that she was thinking, ‘When is he going to kiss me again?"
If Tom hadn't known better, he could've sworn Leslie scooted closer to him on the couch. He desperately wanted to kiss her again and she looked like she wanted it too.
Tom stood up from the couch then, "I'm going to the bathroom. Are you going to bed?" he asked her watching as her thin frame slouched on the couch. Her feet were slightly bent to the side and her hands were resting in her lap. She looked so adorable.
Without looking up at him, Leslie replied, "No I'm going to stay here for a few minutes and let my food settle."
"Okay." Uncle Tom replied, heading towards the bathroom.
He took a quick piss, flushed, and then adjusted his semi hard dick in his boxers before stepping out. He got back to the living room to find it empty. Maybe Leslie had decided to go to bed after all?
In fact Leslie had not decided to go to bed. With her nerves the way they were, she went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Her mouth felt extremely dry and she knew her cheeks were slightly reddened from her aroused state. She could feel the heat radiating off of her cheeks and in between her legs too.
Uncle Tom decided to head to the kitchen himself before heading upstairs. He was disappointed that the night had ended on such a sour note. He had hoped for so much more to happen tonight, but he wasn't sure his niece was nearly as ready as he was. To be honest, if he had his way, he'd go up to her room, throw her onto her back, spread her legs real wide, and fuck her till she squealed. Of course he really wasn't the type to do that, but it was nice to dream every now and then. Especially when the young thing in your dreams is actually going to be around you for two weeks.
When Uncle Tom had stepped into the kitchen, he was treated to a wonderful sight. A black encased bottom winking at him from the refrigerator. Goodness did his niece have a great ass. Leslie hadn't noticed him walk into the kitchen till he cleared his throat from behind her. Leslie bolted upright turning around to find Uncle Tom not even two feet away, resting his arm on the counter island. Uncle Tom saw the look of embarrassment on her face and gave her a reassuring smile.
"Thirsty?" he questioned her.
Leslie nodded sheepishly, taking a bottle of water in her hand and setting it on the counter beside Uncle Tom.
"Did you want a drink?" she asked him politely, watching his eyes gleam in admiration.
He wasn't looking at her face, he was looking somewhere else. She followed his eye line downwards till she found he was looking at her chest. Her nipples had obviously been hardened this entire time and they now stood proudly from her chest without her even acknowledging it. Leslie instantly blushed and raised her head upwards to find Uncle Tom staring at her.
"No thank you, I'm not thirsty." he answered.
"Okay." Leslie replied, crossing her arms over her chest to cover the hardened peaks of her nipples.
They walked back into the living room. Leslie stayed on the couch, while Uncle Tom grabbed at the remote and turned on the television. There was a new blockbuster movie playing on the television, but both Tom and Leslie weren't entirely interested in it. Leslie kept glancing at her handsome uncle, studying his profile as he pretended to be interested in the movie. She wondered why he was sitting in the overstuffed chair in the corner and not with her.
Uncle Tom glanced over at her, seeing that she looked mildly uncomfortable.
"Everything okay sweetie?" he asked her.
Leslie glanced over at him, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. She nodded.
"I was just wondering why you were sitting way over there when the couch is closer to the television." she announced to her uncle.
It was Tom's turn to furrow his eyebrows, "I just thought you would want some space honey. If you want me to sit with you, I will." he replied.
He didn't wait for her to respond before standing from the large chair and walking over to her. He plopped down next to her right side and crossed his right leg over his left casually. He snaked his arm over the back of the couch, not touching Leslie, but just enough to let her know it was there.
Leslie's heart started beating faster. She uncrossed her thin legs, bringing them up underneath her. The black dress from dinner slid upwards on her legs, giving her uncle an enticing peak at her shapely thighs. Uncle Tom almost moaned at the sight. It was so little yet so much for him, seeing this intimate part of his niece. She was teasing him and didn't even realize it. Uncle Tom couldn't help but look at her unknowing display.
Leslie sat painstakingly close to her uncle, almost to the point where she could feel his breath. His cologne wafted in her direction and she gently breathed it in, feeling herself shiver lightly.
Uncle Tom noticed this mild reaction, "Are you cold honey?" he asked her concerned.
Leslie grinned inside when she felt her uncle's hand cup around her shoulder. His fingers spread slightly and traced along the round edge of it.
"Mmm" Leslie replied leaning in towards him.
Uncle Tom loved how innocent she seemed. Little did he know that his young niece was now playing his game, and he was falling right into it. Uncle Tom leaned over and slid himself along the seat of the couch until the outside of his pant covered leg touched her thigh. He moved his arm increasingly over her, letting her feel his arm against her neck and shoulder blades. Leslie was red-faced. She knew it and could feel the heat blossoming on her cheeks. Uncle Tom seemed surprisingly calm, little did Leslie know his heart was beating like crazy and his cock had started hardening.
When Leslie laid her head on his shoulder, Uncle Tom felt a small moan escape his lips before he had a chance to stop it. Leslie looked up at him, her nose almost touching his, he looked down and smiled.
"What was that Uncle Tom?" she questioned innocently.
"Nothing sweetie, this just feels good. Sitting here with you and cuddling." he replied kissing her forehead lightly and brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.
"I like it too." Leslie replied resting her head back down on his chest and closing her eyes.
She rested one hand by her side while the other lightly touched her uncle's thigh. Uncle Tom had never removed his hand from her head; rather her lightly stroked her hair and savored the feel of this beautiful girl resting against him. They proceeded to watch the end of the movie for another half hour. As the credits were rolling, he felt Leslie shift. Her head lightly moved downwards. Uncle Tom noticed that her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly parted. Was she asleep?
He guided her head to his thigh. Leslie rotated her thin frame so that she had shifted onto her back, the curve of her neck resting against Tom's broad thigh. Uncle Tom wasn't sure what to do so he studied her young body as she slept. Watching her small breasts shift upwards and downwards with her breathing, the tight fit of her black dress molded and accentuated the curves of her hips and thighs. He was pleased too that her dress had managed to creep up on her legs, exposing a few inches of toned muscle to his gaze. Thankfully Leslie's head wasn't resting directly in his lap or else she definitely would feel the hardness of his dick poking at her insistently.
He moved his right hand up to her face. Brushing the thick lock of hair away from her eyes so that he could see her face fully. His left hand rested on the back of the couch. His attention was broken when her little hand moved upwards to her belly and scratched sleepily. He watched as the hand curled in annoyance and rubbed at the blackness of her dress, then having accomplished the itching, slid away to her side. He wondered how her tummy felt to rest his head on, what her little belly button looked like, if she had that fine trail of soft little hairs from her belly button to her pussy.
He cautiously moved his hand down to her belly, sliding it seductively over the thin black material of her dress. God her tummy felt so warm to his touch as he lightly felt over the indentation of her tiny belly button and watched her face as he began rubbing his large hand in circles over her stomach. He continued to caress her head and hair with his other hand, savoring the feel of the soft follicles running between his fingers.
He felt Leslie shift beneath him once more, a light moan coming from her throat. He paused, watching her eyes and anticipating them opening, but they never did. He continued to move his hand lightly tracing further upwards and massaging and rubbing the space between her breasts. God she felt exquisite. He could just imagine how she felt naked under his hand. He watched as the palm of his hand ran along the smoothness of her soft belly and he was getting so hot doing it.
He watched her breathing going in and out. Was it him or had her breathing quickened? He wasn't sure exactly, but he knew his had.
Leslie had dozed off momentarily in the middle of the movie on television, but the minute her uncle's hand had touched her, she woke up. And now here she was, her uncle touching her body in ways she'd never known, and she was loving it. She decided to let him do whatever he wanted, but she thought she might be a little more obvious about her intentions.
Lying on her back, Leslie moaned lightly once more, arching her back as her uncle's hand pushed against her chest, and then she spread her legs slightly. The material of her dress pooling between her legs and exposing her lower thighs and calves. Uncle Tom noticeably gasped at this surprising action. Letting his hand roam down from between her breasts to her belly once more. Leslie let her legs open an inch more and Uncle Tom didn't seem to notice as he stared at her open legs. As if not of his own will, his hand trailed ever so slowly to her pelvis. He could feel the band of her underwear there and ran his fingertips over the elastic band as if contemplating his next move. He couldn't believe Leslie was sleeping through this, to be honest, he wasn't even sure she was and he didn't care.
His cock was almost hurting he was so hot. He let his hand trail between her legs, wanting desperately to touch her young snatch. When he felt through the dress and her underwear the groove of her pussy, Leslie moaned out loud at the touch. Uncle Tom jumped but didn't move his hand, even when Leslie's eyes opened and looked up at him. He looked down at her, watching as her eyes flickered open and her mouth formed a shy smile.
"Spread your legs wider sweetie." he asked her.
Leslie did without question as Uncle Tom grabbed at the pooled material of her dress. He pushed it to the side exposing her white pantied crotch. Instantly his hand cupped her mound there and he watched as Leslie's hips lightly spasmed as if wanting more. He wanted to go slow with her, plus he was loving this, watching her face and her actions.
Leslie had never felt this before. Her uncle was touching her, but she was feeling so good she didn't care. She couldn't say no to him.
As she spread her legs wider at her uncle's request, her mind reeled as his hand cupped her mound. Uncle Tom could feel the heat and moisture of her pussy against his palm. He let Leslie's head rest against his thigh and rubbed her head as his other hand rubbed up and down along her pantied pussy. Leslie moaned again.
"Oh..... Uncle Tom." she whispered almost inaudibly.
"Mmm hmmm." Uncle Tom replied watching as his hand ran up and down between her legs.
He moved it back up towards the band of her panties and ran his fingertips along the waistband.
"Such pretty panties." Uncle Tom whispered to his niece as his fingertips slid underneath the waistband making direct contact with Leslie's soft hot skin. Instantly Uncle Tom could feel her wetness just at the top of her pussy. She was absolutely soaked and Uncle Tom dove his fingers lightly through her slit.
"Oooooo Uncle Tom..... Oh... my...God.." Leslie said arching her back as her uncle's fingertips danced through her wetness, brushing her clit in the process.
Uncle Tom moved his right hand from her hair, down her neck to her chest. Her covered breasts were heaving with her breathing as he lightly fingered her pussy. Running his hands first over them, and then rubbing two fingers gently around her hard nipples.
Leslie was on fire as was Uncle Tom.
"Why don't we take your dress off honey?" Uncle Tom suggested. He watched as the concern flashed through Leslie's eyes as she glanced at him.
"I promise we will only go as far as you want. But I'd really like to see you without this beautiful dress on." Uncle Tom added.
Leslie sat upright, as Uncle Tom's fingers left both her chest and her pussy. She caught a glimpse of his wet fingers as he rested his arm on the back of the couch and he made no move to dry his hand.
Leslie shyly removed each strap from her shoulders while Uncle Tom watched. He gazed seductively at her and smiled as she pulled the zipper on the side exposing more and more of her upper body to him. As her breasts became exposed, she immediately wanted to hide them from his gaze. Being incredibly self conscious about her breasts, she went to put her hands in front of them, but Uncle Tom stopped her, grabbing one of her hands and kissing the palm before asking her to stand and continue.
As Leslie stood, Uncle Tom did too and helped her out of the dress. He set it over the back of the chair he had been sitting in at the beginning of the evening.
Leslie sat on the couch with her legs together, cast in nothing but her white undies while Uncle Tom was completely dressed still.
"Are you getting undressed too?" she asked him as he turned standing in front of her.
"Do you want me to? It might be a better idea if I keep my clothes on- less chance of something else happening or us going too far." he explained.