er0tic-reverie: “Happy birthday.” he whispered coming up behind me. I trembled at his voice automati
er0tic-reverie: “Happy birthday.” he whispered coming up behind me. I trembled at his voice automatically. It was my uncle who was there early for the birthday dinner with my family and a few friends.“Finally.” he said nudging his nose into my hair and his hands grabbing my waist. “Eighteen.” he said.“I have a nice big gift for you.” he said.I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as his hands traveled up my torso, holding my breath as he lifted them slowly. “I can’t believe the day is finally here.” he whispered as he suddenly yanked down my top of my dress, my tits falling out. He groaned. I gasped, and then exhaled as his hands went to them, grabbing them. My parents upstairs still getting ready. “I’ve wanted to put my hands on you for so long…” he groaned, squeezing my breasts.Ever since I was a little girl, I always had a bond with my uncle, and as he grew older and I grew older. There was more. When I hit puberty there was always unspoken tension. Things left ignored, and pushed aside because of morals.Things we never talked about but just knew. We were BOTH waiting for the day.“I want to touch every inch of you…” he said.“Yes.” I breathed.“On the inside.” he groaned. -- source link