Staying at my relatives home

I still can't believe how different everything feels here. Our ranch house back home is huge, with wide open spaces and the smell of hay and horses drifting in through every window. Uncle Barry and Aunt Beatrice's place is tiny by comparison, but they've made us feel so welcome. Mom and Dad are off on their vacation, so my little brother and I are staying with them for a couple of weeks. The city hums outside at night instead of crickets, and the rooms are close together, walls thin enough that sounds carry.

Uncle and Aunt have been nothing but kind. Every evening, Uncle sits with my brother on the couch and spins wild stories about city adventures, making him laugh until he can barely keep his eyes open. Aunt helps me with my revision, sitting beside me at the kitchen table, patiently explaining things I missed in class. Despite their busy schedules with Aunt working at a bank and my uncle working remotely, they have taken time out of their busy schedules. They've both been so patient, treating us like we're their own.

The only thing that feels strange is how small everything is. My bedroom shares a wall with theirs, and some nights I lie awake listening to the unmistakable sounds of them making love. The creak of their bed, Aunt's soft moans, Uncle's low grunts as he thrusts into her. I try not to listen, but my body reacts anyway. My nipples tighten under my thin nightshirt, and a warm ache builds between my legs. I press my thighs together, imagining what it would feel like to have a him moving inside me like that.

One afternoon we're all in the living room. Sunlight filters through the curtains, and my brother is sprawled on the rug with his toys. Aunt is folding laundry on the armchair while Uncle reads the paper. I'm curled up on the couch with my textbook open, pretending to study.

Out of nowhere, my little brother looks up and asks in his innocent voice, "Why do Uncle and Aunt make those loud noises at night? It sounds like they're wrestling or something."

The room goes dead silent. Aunt's hands freeze on a folded shirt. Uncle lowers his newspaper, his face turning bright red. My own cheeks burn, but it's not just embarrassment flooding through me. Heat rushes straight to my pussy, my clit throbbing at the memory of those sounds. I can feel myself getting wet, my panties dampening as I picture Uncle's cock sliding in and out of Aunt's pussy, their bodies slapping together.

I shift on the couch, crossing my legs to hide how turned on I am. My nipples are hard, poking against my shirt, and I have to bite my lip to keep from letting out a shaky breath. Everyone else looks mortified, but inside me something wild is sparking to life. I want to hear more. I want to see it. The thought of my uncle fucking my aunt while I listen makes my whole body ache with need.

Aunt clears her throat and tries to change the subject, but I can barely focus on anything except the pulse between my thighs and how badly I want to slip my hand down my pants right there in the living room.

After that day, I start dressing differently. I trade my usual jeans and sweaters for short skirts that barely cover my ass and tight tops that cling to my small tits a little bit big for a fourteen year old. Or maybe that's just me encouraging myself. I leave buttons undone so Uncle can see the swell of my breasts when I lean over. Aunt's face goes red every time I walk into the room like that. Uncle looks away fast, but I catch him glancing back when he thinks no one's watching.

It makes me jealous, seeing how he touches Aunt's waist when they pass in the kitchen or how he kisses her goodnight. I want that attention on me. So I double down. I wear even shorter dresses, ones that ride up when I sit and show the edge of my panties. I bend over in front of him to pick things up, letting the fabric stretch tight across my ass. Still nothing. Uncle stays polite, distant, like I'm just his niece and nothing more.

One morning I decide to push harder. I slip into a light summer dress with nothing underneath. No bra, no panties. The thin cotton brushes my nipples and makes them stiff. When I walk, the hem swings and I feel the air on my bare pussy. I come downstairs for breakfast like that. Aunt nearly drops her coffee cup. Uncle stares at his plate the whole time, his knuckles white around his fork. My brother chatters away, oblivious. I sit with my legs slightly apart, hoping Uncle will look, but he never does. Not once.

I give up after that. The next day I pull on my old sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Aunt smiles at me over her toast. "You look comfortable today, Nancy. Much more like yourself." Her words sting. They make me furious. Like she's won something. I nod and force a smile, but inside I'm seething.

That evening I come home early from the library. Intentionally as I know uncle works from home. The house is quiet, he is typing quietly at the dining table. My brother is still at school. I say a quick hi and head to my room and start changing, peeling off my shirt and stepping out of my jeans. I cover myself with a towel and go to the kitchen pretending to pick something from the fridge. I take an apple and go back to my room and take off the towel. I'm standing there in just my bra and panties when the door opens. Uncle steps inside and closes it behind him without a word.

He crosses the room fast. His hands go to my bra first, unhooking it and pulling it down my arms. My tits spill free. He kisses me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth while his fingers hook into my panties and yank them down my legs. I stand naked in front of him, heart hammering. He drops to his knees, spreads my thighs with his hands, and presses his mouth to my pussy. His tongue licks up my slit, finds my clit, and sucks on it. I grab his hair and moan, my legs shaking as he eats me out. Wet sounds fill the room. My juices coat his chin.

After a minute he stands, unbuckles his belt, and pulls out his cock. It's thick and already hard. He guides my head down. I open my mouth and take him in. He fucks my face slowly at first, then faster, his cock sliding over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat. I gag but keep sucking, saliva dripping down my chin. His hand holds the back of my head while he thrusts. I feel him swell, then he groans and shoots thick ropes of cum into my mouth. I swallow what I can, the rest leaking from the corner of my lips.

He pulls out, tucks himself away, and looks at me. "You don't tell anyone about this," he says quietly. "Not your aunt. Not your brother. I just wanted to know what it feels like with you." Then he turns and leaves the room, leaving me standing there naked with his cum still on my tongue.

I spend the rest of the day in my room. Part of me wants more and I will probably jump at him when I see him. That night the house finally goes quiet. My little brother is asleep down the hall and Aunt is already in bed. I’m lying under the thin sheet in just a tank top and panties when the door cracks open. I am still not believing what happened or what is happening now. Uncle slips inside without a sound and locks it behind him.

He doesn’t say anything. He just pulls the sheet off me, grabs my ankles, and yanks me to the edge of the bed. My panties come down in one rough tug. He frees his cock—thick, heavy, already stiff—and lines it up. One hard thrust and he’s buried inside me. I bite my lip hard to keep from crying out. He’s so much bigger than anything I’ve felt before. My pussy stretches around him, walls clenching as he starts pounding.

“Fuck,” he grunts under his breath. “You’re not a virgin.”

“I like cock, Uncle,” I whisper back, voice shaking. “I like it a lot.”

"Such a slut," He says.

He slams in deeper, hips slapping against my ass. My tight cunt grips him with every stroke and he groans like he can’t believe how good it feels.

"Am I tighter than her?" I ask.

“Yes. Tighter than your aunt,” he admits in a low rasp. “So much fucking tighter.”

The truth is I’ve only been fucked a few times by my best friend Chase. It was wonderful but this is my first adult cock and it feels massive. Every thrust hits deep, dragging over sensitive spots I didn’t know I had. My legs start shaking. The first orgasm crashes over me fast and hard, my pussy pulsing around him. I muffle my moans into the pillow while he keeps fucking me through it.

He doesn’t slow down. He grips my hips and drives in even harder, the wet sounds of my soaked cunt filling the small room. I cum again, then again, each one stronger than the last. My body keeps clenching and fluttering around his thick shaft, juices dripping down my thighs. I lose count after the fourth time, my mind blanking from the intensity.

Uncle Barry buries himself to the hilt and cums with a low growl, flooding my pussy with thick, hot spurts. I feel every pulse as he empties inside me. When he finally pulls out, I slide off the bed onto my knees and take his cock in my mouth as I always do with Chase. I lick and suck him clean, tasting our mixed cum on his softening length until he’s glistening and spent.

He leans down, and whispers, “Not a word to anyone.” Then he slips out as quietly as he came, leaving me on the floor with his load leaking down my thighs and my body still twitching from all the orgasm. I wish he had kissed me.