Chapter 5
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After finishing our meal, I decided to grab a drink. Uncle surprised me by asking, "Want a drink, baby?"
I hesitated for a moment, knowing my secret love for wine thanks to Melissa. "I'll be in the living room when you're ready," he said, turning around with two cans of beer in his hands.
Approaching him, I saw an opened can of beer on the table. "You can have one if you want," he offered. Uncle knew about my wine preference, and I felt no shame. Excitedly, I reached for a can of beer, but Uncle took it and opened it himself. I dreamily sighed. He was always so considerate.
"Just don't go overboard," he warned.
"I just want to give it a try," I replied, smiling at him as I took a sip of the beer. The bitter taste made me wince as it went down my throat. It was a far cry from the sweet pineapple gin I had tasted. Yet, the coldness of the beer felt refreshing.
"It looks like you're not used to drinking, baby," Uncle observed, looking at me.
"I've only tried it once, a margarita. It was sweet then, but it is bitter," I explained, winking at him. I could feel the warmth spreading through my throat and my veins awakening from the alcohol.
Melissa had told me that it's normal to feel the effects of alcohol on your body when you drink for the first time.
Uncle placed his laptop on the table and leaned back on the sofa. I was sitting so close to him that I felt a bit overwhelmed. It felt like Uncle was watching me from behind. To distract myself, I grabbed the remote from the table and turned on the TV.
"Don't--"
I was completely caught off guard by the loud noise of the show starting, causing me to almost spill my beer. The intense moaning and passionate grinding coming from the TV filled the entire living room, making my eyes widen in shock.
"Damn! Why is there a steamy scene on TV?!"
In a panic, I quickly decided to turn off the TV, but my frantic state caused me to press the wrong button, only making the noise louder.
"Hey, Uncle," I called out to my uncle, hoping he could help. However, he just smirked and took the remote from my hand, brushing against it intentionally. Then, he switched off the TV. "Uncle, you were watching something inappropriate," I blurted out, feeling my face turn red.
"It's not a big deal. But sometimes it's better to experience things in real life," he said, looking at me with a suggestive gaze. I gulped, feeling like he was hinting at something. "Haven't you tried it before, baby?" His question caught me off guard, leaving me momentarily speechless.
"N-not yet," I stammered, nervously biting my lip. I couldn't understand why, but my heart was racing under my uncle's gaze. It felt like he wanted us to try something similar. And with that thought, my cheeks flushed even more.
"Do you want to give it a try?"
"Huh?" I asked, completely taken aback. My heart was pounding in my chest.
"If you want your first time to be unforgettable, you should be with someone experienced, and hopefully, that's me. Don't waste your time with boys your age, they're just experimenting. The older, the better, and more skilled at pleasing a woman," my uncle paused, his eyes fixed on my face.
It was clear that my uncle was subtly suggesting himself to me. But the idea of him being my first experience still excited me. I found myself nodding.
He stared at me for what felt like an eternity, letting out a heavy sigh before dismissing his suggestion with a shake of his head.
"Forget what I said. If you're tired, go to your room first," he said, his voice filled with concern.
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. "I'll finish this glass of wine, Uncle," I replied, even though, deep down, I didn't want to leave his side. It wasn't about flirting, but rather the overwhelming images that had left me feeling weak. Thoughts of Uncle and I kept swirling in my head.
I knew I shouldn't feel this way, especially since he was Dad's friend. Maybe I should see him as a father figure, but I just couldn't. I preferred to think of Uncle as someone who could show me all the wonders life had to offer.
And one of those wonders was intimacy. It would be awkward if I confessed it, as Uncle might think I was just being flirtatious.
"Can I rest my head on your lap, baby?"
I looked at him once more, and almost instinctively, I nodded.
A warm smile spread across his face as I moved back to give him space to lie down. I was about to grab a throw pillow to place on my lap, but Uncle took it and put it at his feet. He settled down, and we locked eyes. I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks. It almost took an eternity before I heard his voice again.
"You didn't answer my question earlier, Dianne. Do you want to experience pure bliss?" My face grew even hotter, my heart pounding with intensity.
No, I'm not going to lie, but I felt like a fraud back then.
"Yeah, Uncle, just in case..."
"Do you want me to show you something amazing, baby?" I couldn't contain my excitement when he said that. "I know it sounds crazy, but you've been on my mind nonstop, keeping me awake for days since I last saw you. I can't stop thinking about you, Dianne, you smell like fresh apples." Uncle's voice was husky as he gently caressed my thigh. That's when I realized that Uncle had indeed seen me naked that day.
"Your skin is so soft and smooth." Uncle's words made me feel a ticklish sensation. "I'll be careful not to hurt you, baby. I'll give you an experience you'll never forget."
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Rolf's POV
I have no idea if I'm making the right decision, but I have no intention of holding myself back any longer.
This was a completely new experience for me. Initially, I thought it might be because I haven't had time to be with a woman in over a month due to work commitments. I've been traveling to different countries, attending meetings with investors and partners for my company.
I started my own company to prove myself, and I have put in a lot of hard work and dedication to excel in the field of technology. My main focus is developing computer boards, chips, and other computer components. However, five years ago, I also ventured into real estate, and the opportunity that came my way was incredibly lucrative. I now earn billions annually.
I thought that would be enough to make me happy and content. I believed I didn't need anything else. Even though I'm still single at the age of 36, I can easily find women to sleep with if I want to. It's as if I've grown tired of searching for the right woman in my life.
Considering I've met and liked almost everyone, it's clear that money is my main motivation.
One day, with nothing else to do, I decided to visit my best friend, Duncan. I had heard that his small upholstery factory had closed down.
But when I saw Dianne, I was taken aback. I never expected to feel such a strong desire to get closer to her. I knew it wasn't right, so I avoided the situation and left, even though I really wanted to stay at Duncan's house and have a good time with him, drinking and relaxing.
But Dianne has always been on my mind. Every time I think of her, my thoughts of her become more vivid and alive.
Her beauty is captivating, both her face and body are. It's strange how she has such a strong hold on me. At first, I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't resist any longer. I called Duncan and offered to finance Dianne’s education just to be close to her. He didn't even finish expressing his concerns about his daughter not being able to study, but I already knew what I wanted. Without hesitation, Duncan eventually agreed.
I was ecstatic. All I wanted was to be around Dianne. So, when her birthday came to mind, I quickly gave Duncan some cash for her party and splurged on gifts for Dianne. She looked stunning in the dress I picked out for her.
When she embraced me, I was surprised. It made me want to pull her close. I had to hold back from making any noise. Luckily, I was wearing jeans.
Unable to get her out of my mind, I couldn't resist sneaking into her cozy study, where she was napping, and letting me use her bed. I watched her sleep peacefully. I couldn't resist touching her face and stealing a kiss. That was my only intention, but I couldn't stop myself from reaching for her chest.
As I recall what happened that night, I felt my jeans getting tighter.
"Can I touch you, baby?" I asked, already running my hand along her smooth thigh. She was wearing shorts, so I had the freedom to caress her skin. Her skin was so smooth, and Dianne always smelled amazing.
She didn't respond, but she didn’t stop what my hand was doing, making me wonder if my baby liked me too. I wasn't sure, but she didn't seem angry. Earlier, she seemed to enjoy seeing me wrapped in just a towel.
"Do you feel like getting some rest, babe?" I inquired as she shut her eyes while I gently caressed her thigh.
"Y-yes," she replied hesitantly. I stood up and extended my hand to her, and she accepted it willingly. We then made our way to the bedroom and settled down on the bed.
I could tell she was feeling a bit uneasy.
"The bed is spacious, so just relax," I reassured her, lying down beside her.
"I'm sorry, Uncle, but it's been a while since I've shared a bed with someone since Mom passed away," she confessed.
I could see Dianne becoming emotional and on the verge of tears. I knew how much she missed her mother. I had witnessed it during my visits to their home.
"Come closer, sweetheart," I urged her, noticing her reluctance, so I turned her towards me until our bodies were intertwined.
I couldn't help but release a sigh as I felt the warmth of her skin. The scent of Dianne's body was captivating, even the steam rising from her was fragrant.
The image of the soft flesh between her thighs lingered in my mind.
That's when I felt a stirring in my loins. My manhood was throbbing, eager to claim Dianne. I knew I had to take it slow and be patient until she was ready to give in but my body was determined to seduce her.
As I caressed her back, I realized she still had her bra on.
"You shouldn't sleep with a bra on," I remarked, sliding my hand beneath her back.
"I’ll remove it," she replied, but I just grinned mischievously. I deliberately placed my palm on the soft curve of her chest.
I intended to caress her further, but I was lost in the warmth of her chest. So, I gently squeezed it.
"Relax, darling," I whispered, squeezing her chest gently.
"Uncle, your requests are always delayed---" she gasped as I teased her n****e. I could tell she was enjoying every caress I was doing.
"Do you mind if Uncle's requests are delayed after I touched you?" I inquired. I gently squeezed her breast once more. Dianne gasped, so I continued to caress her lips with mine, savoring their sweetness before slipping my tongue into her mouth.
I could tell Dianne was enjoying it by the way she moaned. She wasn't sure how to respond yet, so I guided her, and my baby seemed to catch on quickly.
Feeling a surge of excitement, I simultaneously kissed her lips, squeezed, and licked her chest.
As I felt myself getting even more aroused, I paused our kiss. I tried to remind myself to take it slow, be cautious and not take advantage of her.
Little did I know what she would say next. "Your kiss is so delicious, Uncle, just like in my dreams."
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