Shadow's We Keep

It was a pretty normal weekend at my Aunt Val's, the house smelled like a honey roasted ham. She had been working in the kitchen for hours. Eric was my favorite cousin an he was out with his friends and my Uncle Rhett was watching a Law and Order type show. He had a big lazy boy chair he liked to relax in and as far back as I can remember I would jump on his lap, shove my toes between his legs and nestle in. He always felt safe, sturdy and warm. Today was no different even at 16. I slid right across his denim jeans with the super soft leggings I was wearing and though my shirt shifted on the way down, I just shimmied it in one motion and he even parted his legs for my toes. I laid my head on his shoulders and before I could even tune in, I was asleep in his lap.

When I wake up, I'm in Eric's bed. I must've been tired. Aunt Val peeks her head in the door within 5 minutes of my eyes opening and says "Hey Lyra! Dinners ready, let's get some food" I respond with a quick head nod, I stand up and stretch and I note that I'm a little warm so head to the bathroom with a pair of shorts, swap them out and as I'm in my underwear, Eric comes barreling through the door. I'm a little stunned and wondering how he didn't break the door. Eric looked a lot like his Father.The height, the build, the general relaxed pesonality. I stared at him for a moment. I lose the self awareness that I'm in my underwear, that my T-shirt definitely doesn't cover anything. His face gets a little red and he chuckles but he can't seem to find his words. "Get out!" I yell but he keeps staring at my pink lacey thong and I can see his eyes trailing all over my legs. Finally he stammers out "I'm sorry" and trips over himself out the door. I quickly put my shorts on, splash some water on my face and head out. I look at Eric sarcastically and shout "Hey! It's all yours". He apologizes again under his breath. I sit down at the table and I take note of the new kitchen decorations along the theme of "country living and roosters". I laughed to myself the same way I always had because I was in a kitchen filled with cocks. I always thought it to be a strange collection item. We all gather round as Aut Val tells everyone she's gonna have to leave tonight and she'd be back Sunday afternoon. So that's 2 nights of old movies, sleeping on the couch or sleeping in Eric's bed.

Dinner was good. There was small talk and banter and school talk. Everyone pitched in to clean up. It was refreshing being in a home that was actually functional. Aut Val gathered her things, gave everyone hugs and kisses and headed out to visit a friend. Eric went to his room and since it was in fact his room, I stayed on the couch. Uncle Rhett went to shower. It was quiet and dark and maybe it was boredom... But I thought back to the way Eric had eyed me up. The way his eyes locked on to my lips and thighs. It was kinda nice to be ogled and stared at. My hands started to gently slide against my nipples. The TV gave off dim light but I could see my nipples standing at attention. I grazed over them a few more times before my hands slide down to my hips. I gently teased my pubic mound and I could feel my pussy starting to get wet. I peak my head around the corner and I don't hear or see anyone. I needed to feel it, the wetness, the slippery, the juices. I lay my head back on the arm of the couch. I release a small soft moan the second my finger slides over my cunt. I have to take my shorts off... I keep caressing and pulling lightly on my nipples and now I pull my underwear to the side and rub the very tip of my clit. In a circle, ever so slowly. It starts to swell and I can feel the juices against the leather on the couch and in-between my butt cheeks. I can't stop, I have to dive my fingers in. As far as I can, I slide them deeper. I have one leg off the couch, one leg up on the back of the couch as I try to spread my legs further to bury my fingers deeper. I can feel the walls of my sex start to pulsate. I'm going to cum and I can't stop. It's a fountain explosion. Cum everywhere, squirting in spurts. It's on the couch, it's on the coffee table. I immediately realized the mess I made and all I hear is an "oh my God". My face is red immediately with fear, with shame like I just got myself like a wild animal. Uncle Rhett is standing there, wet from the shower, pajama pants on and no shirt. In those pajama pants is the hardest cock I have ever seen, standing at full attention... I don't think either of us quite knew what to do, my knees were shaking and my thighs and all of his living room furniture had just been splashed with my juices to an extent that I've never seen for myself. I stammered "I'm so sorry..." It was all I could muster out in a cracked shaking voice. He pulled the towel draped over his shoulder and came towards me and I've never heard his voice so gentle and soft... "Hey Lyra, sweetheart, it's okay" He put his hand around my lower back and braced me and started to dry off my thighs. I wasn't quite sure what was happening. His skin on mine felt like fire, it felt like quite literal electricity coursing through my veins. His smell was intoxicating, I was distracted at this as his hand slipped down to my ass and maybe he was almost gauging my reaction, I remained quite still leaning into him. His hand wrapped up in the towel lightly patted over my pussy and I flinched just a little. His grip got tighter and in a more stern voice he said in a hush tone "Take this towel and go to my bathroom, run a shower and I'll clean this up"

I was confused and amazed. I found it strange that I was eager to oblige to his request, I was confused at why my cunt wouldn't stop throbbing and dripping since he touched me. I was wondering exactly how much trouble I was in.

I walked through his bedroom and I went straight to the bathroom. I turned the water on as hot as it would go... Still I can feel his arms wrapping me up. I feel the water hit my chest and I grab a bar of soap, I slide the soap over my breasts and down to my pussy. It's feels so good. The hot water teasing the tip of my still swollen clit... I'm in my uncle's bathroom and he just saw... Well I'm not sure how much he saw.... He's cleaning up his living room and I'm in his shower. Before I know it, I hear his voice almost muffled through the shower curtain, I open it and pop my head out and just start saying I'm sorry over and over again... I'm completely embarrassed and tears start to run out of my eyes... He calmly walks to the shower chuckling and says "What on earth are you sorry for?" Before I can answer he pulls back the shower and stares at me from head to toe. He goes onto say that the sight of me diving my fingers in my pussy was quite amazing. My face is getting flushed again. I don't know what to do... I know I want him to touch my skin again... I remember that Eric was in his room and I say this out loud. There's that deeper southern style chuckle again... He says "Yea Eric got a call and had to go out and that his bed is all yours, but I'd really like if we could go back out to the living room." I tell him thank you for taking care of my uhm... Mess?... I finish up in the shower and the curtain remains open, I can still see the outline of his cock through his pajama pants. It looks huge, thick and I can't help but drift into thoughts of being able to touch it. He asks me if I've ever done that before and if I've ever had sex. I blushingly admit that I have but that I've never squirted like that. I go to grab my clothes and he tosses me one of his T-shirts. He smiles and says put this on. I don't even question it. I look at him and almost defeatedly admitted that was my last pair of underwear. He grabs my hand and leads me out to the living room. He proceeds to sit down in his chair and I move towards the couch, he immediately stops me and says "hey, what's wrong with where you always sit?" He backs this up with "I could put on a movie". A nice gesture as my head swims in inappropriate and taboo style thoughts. I come back towards him and I sit in his lap, the t shirt doesn't quite fully cover and I can feel my pussy lips press against the thin layer of fabric between us. I can already feel my pussy start to swell as I feel the heat radiate off his thigh. His hand slips up the back of the shirt and he's rubbing my back and shoulders. He doesn't say a word but his hand slides around to my breasts and he slowly pinches my nipple and grabs the full amount that his hand can grab and almost massages them. It feels good and I feel myself getting wet. Apparently he notices too. I can feel my pussy juice soak through his pants and I can feel his cock pulsate underneath me. He whispers slow "relax" followed by "I'll be easy on you". A devilish smile and a very red face overwhelms all my thoughts of putting a stop to this. He slowly pushes me more center and lifts up the front of my shirt. His finger tips slide over my clit and immediately it's like 1000 pins and needles, every nerve is on edge and I find myself needing it. What is wrong with me, I wonder but the thought disappeared as fast as it happened as he grazes me again. He presses on my clit and starts to move his fingers in a slow circle. I find myself whimpering in his lap. He asks me "do you like that?" I gasp for air to respond. A simple "yes" is all I can make out. His finger traces the entrance to my cunt. Slowly sliding in the tip of his fingers as if he's playing with me like a toy. He whispers in my ear "Let's make another mess". He smacks my clit and my whole body flinches, my clit perks up to full attention and he... almost in a spanking motion slaps it again, I start to cum and right on the brink he slides his fingers inside me, juices squirt all over both of us from the waist down. He's in awe at the mess and my brain can't really wrap around his excitement. His hands wet with my cum slide up my hips towards my breast he tells me to turn around and I listen like a good little girl. He puts his hand on my neck with a rougher voice and says 'I told you, I'd take it easy but you have to cum like that again." I wasn't quite sure what that meant... He grabbed my chin and held my face close to his. He looked at me soaked and shaking and told me to lay on the couch. I've been staring at the outline of his pants for about an hour at this point and before he drops to his knees in front of me, I see it... It's thick, I never seen one so thick. Even the length is intimidating. He lets his pants fall and his hands run down my thighs to my calves as he drops to his knees in front of me. He looks at me and asks "are you gonna say anything about this...?" I don't respond, I just shake my head with a confident no motion. He presses the solid mushroom tip against my lips and he moans as it immediately slides up and down my slit. The rasp in the moan is so hot my pussy starts to pucker open and swell to take him in. He presses slightly harder against me and I can feel it already resisting the tight fit. He lets out another moan. I feel all the pressure of this full grown man filling me to my limit. He keeps going slow, and inch by inch he slides the length of his shaft inside me and as much as I want to scream, I just keep focusing on how my pussy is wrapping around him. He licks his thumb and places it right on the head of my clit and starts to run circles again. It's already too much, I scream out his name... "Oh shit! Rhett!" He puts his hands over my mouth and tells me he will give me what I need as long as I'm a good girl. I shake my head yes in agreeance. He starts to thrust, in and out, I can feel another wave of pleasure wash over my body, he rocks my hips upwards towards the edge of the couch and in one motion he slams against me. I scream out loud and he does it again and again, there's an almost animalistic grunt that leaves his lips. My legs wrap around him and I sit up and grab him and dig my fingers into his shoulders, my body starts to convulse and I feel a rush of cum explode all over him. He wraps his arms around me and says "that's a good girl" as his cum is now dripping down his shaft and out of my pussy... He pulls me in close and says "yes, that's a very good girl"... He chuckles and asks if I've ever felt anything like that. I respond with an out of breath, out of body "no". I look up at him and take in everything that just unfolded... And he says "I'm pretty sure you'll be here next weekend too, I told you I'd go easy on you this time. He kisses my forehead and then he walks to the bathroom with me, we shower and before I know it we're sitting back in that chair, he wraps his arms around me and I quickly fall asleep in his arms.