*Lines are crossed and a teen’s curiosity is exploited by her devious uncle. 100% fiction.*
We were driving back from town in the old white pick up truck, when it first happened.
Uncle Kenny was whistling some old country song, and the wind was blowing in my hair. I could feel his eyes on me. I often felt him looking at me, his gaze lingering on my skin just a moment too long. But now that it was just us, he really let himself stare. The afternoon sunlight was glowing on my tan skin and the bumps in the road were making my full, tender breasts bounce and jiggle. He could barely keep his eyes on the road. I blushed. I knew he was being inappropriate, but i liked the tingling feeling it gave me.
He looked me up and down, licking his lips. I could see the lust inside him boiling over. He reached over and cautiously brushed the back of his hand against my cheek. “You’re a real beauty, you know that?” His voice was rough. I blushed harder. His hand moved down onto my neck. I knew he was dead wrong – even though we weren’t blood relatives, he was married to my aunt!