It had been a fun summer so far, my first summer away from home! My parents had friends in town, so I arranged to stay with them until classes started up again in the fall. Our families had been friends for years, so I knew them simply as Auntie and Uncle. They’d been married and lived together nearly 3 decades but never had any kids. They just simply had fun and lived their best life. They were always a lot of fun, joking, laughing, crazy stories, wild ideas.
Uncle was a big burly man, he looked like a lumberjack or something, but looks were deceiving. He was a photographer, and so their house was lined with all kinds of pictures he’d taken over the years. He was a nice man, very generous, though something always seemed a little off with him. The way he looked at you, it was uncomfortable, but he’d never harmed a fly in his life, to my knowledge, so everyone dismissed his antics as harmless. Auntie would give him a hard time about leering sometimes, but it was more in jest. She was a Marine Biologist, and frequently went on longer trips away during the summer, off to some island chain somewhere to do research. She was quite the character, with so many amazing tales of animals and cultures all over the world. I was always fascinated by her stories, and it was a big part of why I chose my major.
Two fun months with the three of us living together had passed fast, but for the next two weeks it would be just me and uncle. Auntie was going to be at sea again for a while, and I’d be gone before she returned. We’d said a happy goodbye just yesterday, and I’d promised to see her again soon. Uncle made her a big going-away meal and we’d been picking at leftovers ever since.
I just got off of work that day and arrived back at their place. I waved and called hello to Uncle who was at the computer working. He waved back and said he was busy, but he’d ordered a pizza and it was on the table if I got hungry. I told him that was fine and let him know I’d have a piece after I cleaned up.
I put my bag down in my room and sighed as I collapsed on my bed. Ugh, too many customers today, and I was done making other people happy. Time for me to be happy!
Actually, I thought, yes it kinda was. This time of the month my mind always went to dirty places. Pre-ovulation horniness was a lot of fun, if you had privacy, of course. Fortunately I knew just where to get it!
I went to take a shower. Uncle and Auntie had only one full bath, but it sported a gorgeous, absolutely huge walk-in shower. You could seriously fit like 5 people in there if you wanted. There were several adjustable nozzles, that massaged, and it was oh so good. There was a bench where you could sit and let the water drain over you, even a small T.V. and a large mirror at the far end that to my amazement ever fogged up. It was as luxurious as anything I’d ever seen. I could have spent the whole summer there.
I locked the bathroom door and undressed before stepping in eagerly. A gentle water massage while I showered was the best feeling ever. I took my time relaxing under the comforting drizzle as I washed my body and hair. When I finished I removed the hand held nozzle.
I moved it down my body, far down. I’d resisted this urge these last two months, but not today. I was eager, yearning to know how it felt. I spread my legs a little as I stood there and leaned against the wall, streams of water began running over my mound, and my anticipation was building. I closed my eyes and moved it lower…
“Ahhh!” I gasped a little in surprise at the sensation, and almost dropped it. This was definitely going to be arousing.
I moved it back in position. The warm ribbons of water stream softly over my clit. I moved the shower head side to side slowly, and true excitement grew slowly within me. The water beat down relentlessly, and I felt myself descending into a warm glow. It engulfed me, rushing down my every extremity. As I basked there happily, small ripples of sensation began to form. Those small ripples built quickly, and I grasped onto the shower rack for support.
My imagination quickly dialed up my fantasies of what my first sexual encounter might be like. A magical evening, sunset shoreline out a hotel window. This guy, he was taller, a bit goofy, he was removing both our shirts. We wrapped arms, he was going down on me… My mind played a whole scene while that streaming water pushed me along, higher and higher my passion climbed.
Then there was a wave, now another! My mouth gaped open, as my first orgasm hit. “Ahhhhh!” I gasped involuntarily. My knees felt weak, my mind was adrift in pleasure. I just barely caught myself as I began to topple, I clung tightly to the shower rack, another wave was cresting. “Here it comes,” I whispered, “here…”
*Crack… crunch!*
The shower rack gave way suddenly, ripping from the wall! I tumbled down, the rack crashed down too, slamming into the mirror and knocking it partly off the wall! It hung then by one corner threatening to crash at any moment!
“Shit!” I shouted. I quickly got to my feet and rushed to grab hold of the mirror, just as it slipped loose! It fell into my arms, it was so heavy! I struggled to hold it. I strained, fearful of breaking it too! Then, in my struggles, I happened to glance at the wall where the mirror was just hanging.
Only, it wasn’t a wall, or at least behind the mirror wasn’t a flat surface. There were two cubbies there. One held what appeared to be an old-fashioned camcorder? The other had a very nice digital camera, much like the ones I’d seen my uncle use. Wires ran from them deep into the wall.
I was surprised. What were they doing there? I looked at the mirror again, which I was still desperately trying to not drop. It was odd too. There was no backing to it, it was more like a piece of glass. Then it dawned on me, it was a two way mirror! So does that mean those cameras were recording? Wait, does that mean…
I heard a door slam, and footsteps in the hallway outside. They were coming this way! Uncle was on his way to see what happened, no doubt. What was I going to do?
“I’m okay!” I called out offering an explanation, “I just slipped in the shower, but I’m not hurt!”
His footsteps stopped just outside the bathroom door. *Chinka-chinka* he fiddled with the locked door.
“Uh, just a second!” I stammered, “let me get a towel.” I looked around frantically trying to figure out what to do with this big heavy piece of glass in my hand. I barely got a chance to though.
*Wham! Crack! Bam!*
Uncle put his shoulder into the door and it popped open! He stumbled in clumsily and looked at me.
“Oh!” I screamed in surprise, “uncle… I…” I could feel my face turning red in embarrassment. I was trapped here, struggling to hold his mirror, broken shower rack behind me on the floor, suspicious cameras clearly in view, and of course, I was completely nude and soaking wet. For his part Uncle stood there silently. He just stared, not at the camera in the wall, or the mess on the floor, his eyes seemed to focus solely on my breasts. I started to feel very uneasy. As I continued to struggle to hold the glass I noticed a visible bulge beneath his gray sweat pants for the first time.
“Uncle, I… I’m sorry.” I started after an awkward silence. “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know!”
Uncle didn’t say a word, his gaze stayed fixed on my chest. There was no anger, or accusations, or explanations. He just kept his eyes on me and slowly and calmly started undressing.
“Uncle?” I asked in a worried tone as he slipped his t-shirt over his head. Out popped his bare hairy chest.
“Uncle? What are you doing?” I asked again, but he just responded by tossing his shirt aside and kicking off his house slippers.
“Uncle!?” I called out again, more worried than ever now. He dropped his sweats to the floor and stepped out. Finally, he pulled his underwear off, and out flopped his semi-erect penis. I just stared at it like I had just seen a ghost. He was now standing just a couple of feet away from me, and completely naked.
My mind was terrified now. What should I do? What could I do? He was between me and the bathroom door, I was trapped in the shower. Then he stepped forward, his gaze still firmly fixed on my breasts. Then he reached out, “Uncle? Uncle no… don’t!” I pleaded with him, my mind in a panic.
He took the mirror from my hands, and effortlessly lifted it up, and set it just outside of the shower.
“Thanks…” I offered, “that was heavy.”
His silence continued though, his gaze returning to my chest. We weren’t more than a foot apart now. I had never been this close to a naked man before, and began trembling. Uncle seemed to be thinking, pondering something, something awful I feared. Getting up my nerve I stepped forward and tried to squeeze past him, “I should probably get dressed!” I quipped nervously.
He put his hand up and blocked my path. “Uncle? Please?” I asked. He didn’t reply, but finally made a sound at least. It sounded like a tired, resigned, sigh. It was weighty and forlorn. I wasn’t sure what it meant.
Then he reached out his other hand and grabbed my hair, pulling it down and making me look up. His other hand pressed on my chest and he pushed me back a couple of steps into the shower. Then he yanked my hair down, hard!
“Owwww!” I wailed as he pulled me down. I fell onto my knees, then way down onto my hands and knees on the floor in front of him. “Uncle, stop that hurts!” I pleaded to no response other than running water from the shower nozzle still spraying aimlessly into the wall where it fell. Uncle pushed the shower door closed with his other hand, blocking any quick escape. Then, while still holding my hair he worked his way directly behind me, and kneeled down.
There was nothing for a moment, then I felt his fingers part my outer folds and touch my labia. I was sure he could feel my dampness. I was afraid.
I tried to scoot and pull away, but he had a firm grip on my hair “Uncle! Don’t!” I pleaded again, not sure what else to do. His finger traced my labia more, as I tried to scoot my hips under me and away from his touch. In response he let go of my hair and grabbed hold of me by my hips, lifting them back up. His hands rubbed my curves for a moment or two before grasping on firmly. Then, nothing happened…
I tried to get a glimpse of him, but he was right behind me so it was hard. He seemed to be staring at my butt, lost in thought, not saying anything still. What was he doing!?
I sighed and put my head down, between my legs I could see him on his knees, just his balls just in view hanging down behind me. He moved around a little then I felt him lean forward a bit. His stomach touched my back, his weight resting on me a bit. His penis popped briefly into view. It swayed stiffly for a moment, and then pointed right at me.
No… he wouldn’t? Would he? “Uncle… uncle what are you doing?” I asked nervously. “Uncle don’t! Unc…!”
With a sharp jerk of his hips he pushed his penis forward while his hands drew my hips back. I could feel pressure as his dick wedged into my labia. Then it started to slip. All that lubrication leftover from my fun with the nozzle seemed to hurry it along. His penis touched my vagina, then I felt it spreading me open.
“Nooo… ohhh!” I gasped as I felt its tip push forward and disappear inside. His dick was inside me now. I couldn’t believe it, this was it. I was having sex for the first time. This wasn’t at all how I imagined it. It wasn’t like my fantasies. I didn’t want this at all…
I was being raped!
As the realization hit I froze. I didn’t know what else to even do.
Uncle seemed to know though, he pushed his dick in further, then pulled it back. Forward again and back, he sped up a bit and fell into this rhythm. From my vantage point it looked almost comical, his balls bouncing around, swaying back and forth, flopping around and smacking into my mound while his shaft slid in and out of me. He was breathing heavier as he went, his breaths almost in rhythm with his motion. It was so surreal, I felt twinges of pleasure sometimes, but mostly just this eerie full sensation, along with an uncomfortable aching from within me. One more thing that wasn’t how I imagined it would be.
Uncle seemed to be enjoying himself though, I could hear him muttering and moaning softly. His whispers sounded conflicted at times, but oozed with pleasure-laden sounds. Moans and soft gasps, muttering and panting. His hands held tightly to my hips the whole time, other than pulling me gently against him they allowed me little movement.
As time went on, my mind slowly began to think through the consequences however. I tried to think through everything calmly. Okay, we were having sex, and he wasn’t wearing a condom. I wasn’t on the pill either, and I knew I was going to ovulate soon, maybe as soon as tomorrow. I was no expert on sex obviously, but knew enough to understand what all that meant. I really needed to think up something fast before his sperm came out. I didn’t know how much longer I had.
Up above me Uncle was moaning, this eerie primal grunting was escaping his lips each time he pressed into me now “urrr… unnnhh… rrrrr… urrrr” he went as he pressed himself inside me again and again. It was like he was some kind of animal, it was a little frightening. Still I made my decision to act though, my fear of staying there in his grasp outweighed my fear of what he might do if I moved. It was time.
I pushed forward with my feet suddenly, and twisted my hips a bit. Success! I felt him slip out of me! My hips were free from this perverse rocking. I tried to crawl forward, but the shower floor was wet, and I slipped and slid as I tried to pull away! His grip was firm, and couldn’t break free from his grasp. He pulled back up on my hips, and I felt his penis touch my labia again…
“No!” I shouted as I tried to twist again. It wasn’t any use though. He held on and pulled my hips backwards, a moment later I enveloped his shaft once more! “No… no no no!” was all I could say as I felt him effortlessly slip back inside me.
My resistance seemed to have increased our urgency, and a frantic race of sorts began. He was really thrusting his dick into me now, I could feel my body being tossed about. Meanwhile I was reaching back, trying to pry his fingers off my hips. He was holding on so tightly, but I was determined. There was so much at stake!
“Erruhh!” Then came this weird noise from above me, like a gasp or a grunt, and Uncle stopped moving his hips. I paused too for a moment in surprise, there was this short awkward silence that followed. I wondered what was happening. This was unexpected, was he okay? He seemed to be. The only noticeable change was that his dick felt somehow harder or more tense, his grip was getting tighter on my hips too. I was looking underneath us again at this point, down my body, nothing seemed unusual from th….
“Eunnnnhhh!” Uncle suddenly yanked back on my hips, and jammed his own forward into mine.
“Owwww!” I winced as a sharp pain pulsed through my abdomen. He held his hips tightly against mine “Urrr… ahhh… urrnnn… ahhh!” he gasped and panted as his weight collapsed on my back. Unable to hold us both up, we crashed to the floor. He landed right on me, trapping me under his weight!
“Uhh… hahhh… uhh… hahhh.” he was gasping for breath right in my ear as he lay on me. That’s when I noticed his penis twitching ever so slightly inside me. That was weird, why would it… oh… oh no! He wasn’t, that isn’t… was he? Oh no!
It took only a few moments for that ominous twitching to stop. Then Uncle just laid on me breathing hard, muttering to himself. He said nothing comprehensible to me, but he seemed relaxed. For my part I was in shock, frozen under him, afraid to move a muscle, very afraid.
After a few moments he got off me, then he pulled me up to my feet. As he did he grabbed me by my wrist and began pulling me into their master bedroom. I stammered behind him, still lost in shock. What had just happened?
He had me sit down on his bed. When I did I felt a trickle run out of my vagina, and shuffled back on the sheets a bit while he held my arm to see what it was. A little white drip of fluid had pooled there on the sheet. That was semen, his semen, it had just come out of me. So he really did do it. His sperm was really inside me right now. I just stared in disbelief, lost in thought. I didn’t even notice him handcuffing me to his bed frame until it was too late.
Then Uncle started talking, a lot. This infuriated me more than anything else. This man who didn’t say a word to me when I was begging, or hurt, was suddenly spilling his heart out and expecting me to listen!? He apologized, explained himself, how he always wanted children but Auntie said no. How I was his last chance.
What the hell!? What about what I want? I thought about things, but didn’t dare speak out of fear of angering him. He said I was the only one in 30 years that had found his cameras. Then, of course, he had to share his collection…
Those next 4 days was spent with both of us completely nude. I was either bound to that bed or to him, there was no escaping he told me. He forced me to watch hours of those videos he’d taken. So many people, house guests mostly, and of course him and his wife. They aroused him a lot, and he was very proud of them, but made me sick to my stomach. Our only break from those movies was either sleep or sex, and sex was horrifyingly frequent. Sometime around day 2 I felt myself ovulate as I had expected. It was a deeply unsettling feeling, given what was happening, and I did my best to push that thought from my mind..
I left and returned to my dorm before Auntie got back. As I left he made me promise not to tell anyone or he’d leak all his videos online. Everyone would know what I had done. I was coerced into silence for a while, fear has a way of doing that. I stayed silent as long as I could, but it didn’t last long. After 3 over-the-counter tests, and one trip to my doctor to confirm the results, I broke down in her office. This truth was going to come out now, whether he wanted it to or not.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/111utb4/summer_break_female_pov_nc_voyeur_impregnation