2 comments/ 90291 views/ 20 favorites Moving in with my Aunt and Uncle By: sophiewilliams I remember the day I found my Aunts stash of erotic fiction. She had piles and piles of books stored at the back of the cupboard; I found them whilst looking for a photo album. She must have forgotten they were there before she sent me to search I thought. The books were so exciting taking my sex education to a whole new level. I spent late night after late night in bed touching and caressing my breasts as they also developed and became round and full and sensitive. I read about heroes, villains, magical places, kings and queens, palaces and castles, the young, the old, you name it these erotic books had a story for everything, except I had little or no imagination, until I started reading these books. I was only eighteen years old at the time. I was close to sitting my final exams when my parents were offered a move of a lifetime. They didn't want to unsettle me so close to the end of my education but they couldn't turn the move down either. With an hour added on to my travel to school my Aunt Debbie suggested I stay with her and my Uncle Geoff until I finished my exams. It wasn't ideal but I reluctantly agreed that it was the best solution. I had a room all to myself and their home was spacious enough. Being the only real strict Catholics left in our family I had the rules laid down within an hour of moving in. No boys, smoking or drinking in the house blah, blah, blah, all the while she had more erotic fiction than you could shake a stick at stashed away in her cupboards. I remember the first book I took back to my room; it was about two girlfriends who went on holiday together. There was a plot to the story with various locations and twists which I enjoyed, but it was the erotic descriptions and details of the characters and their behaviours that reached out to me, or rather had me reaching for the straps and zips on my clothing. One Friday afternoon I finished school early and with my Aunt and Uncle not due home for hours, I decided to take full advantage of the privacy and read one of her books. Often in these books some of the female characters used sex toys. I imagined myself doing these things to myself as I read them. I wanted to be these women experiencing all of these sexual pleasures. In reality I knew it couldn't happen, but the bits with sex toys could. Out of curiosity I went and searched my Aunts draws. Despite her religious views I was convinced by her possession of such books that she must own a sex toy. She did. In her bedside draw I found another erotic book, some flavoured lubricant and a large black rubber dildo that was shaped like a penis. It looked clean so I picked it up and felt it in my hand. It looked huge with my small fingers wrapped around it, flopping back and forth as I wiggled it about. Wow, so this is a sex toy I thought, mesmerised by it. As I sat on my Aunts bed feeling, touching and weighing her sex toy in my hand I suddenly heard the front door open. I quickly shoved the dildo back inside her draw and dashed to my bedroom. "Sophie!" I heard my Uncle Geoff shout up the stairs. "Are you home?" "Yes, I'm revising!" I shouted back down to him so he wouldn't come up and check on me. I enjoyed staying with my Aunt and Uncle but as my time there went by, Geoff started giving me the creeps. Maybe it was my imagination but there were certain things he did I just didn't feel were right. Things like: "Oh, sorry Sophie, didn't realise your were in the shower." He would say, genuine enough, but several times a month? I thought that was more than an accident. I asked my Aunt to get a builder in to put a lock on the door but she would always say that Geoff was onto it or that I didn't need one in their house. There were lots of occasions when I would put dirty underwear in the laundry basket and not see it for weeks. I would ask my Aunt if she had washed it yet, and she would say she hadn't seen it. Miraculously the following day she would say "here it is at the bottom of the basket." I had no evidence against my Uncle Geoff, but all these doubts about him just didn't sit comfortable with me. I never read a book when someone else was in the house with me just in case I got caught, annoyingly I didn't have a lock on my bedroom door. None of the rooms in the house had locks actually. They would always knock and wait for my response, but Geoff had entered my room on more than one occasion, especially if I was listening to music, saying he thought he heard me say come in, when blatantly he hadn't. Thankfully, the worst he ever saw me was in my underwear, about to remove my bra. Anyway, curiosity eventually got that the better of me and I desperately wanted my very own sex toy to use whilst reading. One time when I was extremely turned on it did cross my mind to use my Aunts, but then I thought better of it and lost my orgasm at the disgusting thought. I went online and found a couple of websites that sold all sorts of sex things, not just toys. Despite being eighteen and old enough to own my own sex toy I felt a little embarrassed, and nearly backed out at one point. Most of the toys were out of my price range. I had a bank account which was topped up at Christmas, Easter and birthdays but I was in my last year of school, spending all my time revising for exams, I had no job, and my parents would notice twenty or thirty pounds leaving my savings account. But then I found the perfect sex toy. It was only five pounds ninety nine, which I could get away with, and I wanted it. It was called the "Lady Lust Finger Vibrator for beginners." It was five inches long, chrome, and not too thick. It was operated by twisting the control at the base and it had three different speeds. It was described as "small and mighty" and "perfect for both clitoral and penetrative stimulation." I quickly went and got my bank card from my draw and bought it. It took a few days to arrive but when it did it was worth the wait. The courier smiled at me as I signed for it. Did he know what it was? I thought. He couldn't have, it was in a clear white box with just my name and address on it. I guess I'll never know. I quickly ran upstairs to my bedroom and opened it. It was just like the photo on the internet, and I held it in my hand before tracing a finger up and down the shiny object. I then ran my finger gently across the tip of it and giggled. Quickly unscrewing the base I slid the AA batteries inside, and then with trembling excitement in my fingers screwed it back up. I sat down on my bed and paused for a moment. Had I really just bought this? I thought. I took a deep breath and twisted the base again, this time turning the motor on. It buzzed to life and I sat watching it, feeling it vibrate in my hand. I played around with the control testing the three different speeds. The first speed seemed very slow, barely buzzing and the third speed was too fast and a little noisy, but the second speed seemed perfect. Leaving it on the second speed I quickly unbuttoned my pyjama top, removed my bra and ran it gently over my breasts. I watched my nipples harden as I slid a hand between my legs and rubbed. Squeezing four fingers tight together I pressed against the heat between my legs and rubbed hard in a circular motion. I instantly felt the wetness seeping out of my body and into my panties. After a few minutes of this I stood up and slipped out of my pyjamas and underwear. I felt so naughty now, completely naked. This was better than the books I thought as I laid on my bed and ran the vibrator over my wet lips. The feeling inside was more intense than anything I had felt before. "Oh yes!" I gasped loudly, moving the vibrating tip up to my clitoris. "God this feels good." Unable to resist the throbbing sensation coming from inside me, I quickly submitted to the need and slipped the vibrator into my body. "Oh, my god," I started moaning "... oh, oh, oh my god." I closed my eyes and started moving it in and out. It was tight but it didn't hurt as my insides stretched to allow the vibrating object deeper access. I massaged my breasts with my free hand whilst continuing to slide the vibrator in and out of my soaking wet pussy. I was so wet I could feel it seeping out, sliding down through the crack of my bum and onto the bed sheets. I was leaking so much juice. In no time at all I was having one almighty climax. The sensation started in my toes before shooting, what felt like a hundred miles an hour, up through my body. I tingled all over and my clit became super sensitive before I suddenly felt light headed, panting for breath. My body had never felt so good yet relaxed before as I removed the vibrator and closed my eyes, smiling as I cupped my breasts. I finally found something to help me relieve all the stress from revising. As time went by I became careless. I had a lot of time in the house alone and in between bouts or revision I would read a couple of chapters from the latest book I had dug out from the cupboard and play with myself. One afternoon I was so engrossed in one particular book that I didn't hear my Uncle Geoff come home. Thankfully I wasn't touching myself, a few minutes later and my hand would have been up my skirt and inside my panties. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" I suddenly heard a familiar voice say. "Don't you know you're not supposed to be reading books like that? Those books belong to your Aunt Debbie." He sniggered. "I'm so sorry Uncle Geoff." I said, embarrassed. "I won't read them again." "It's ok, Sophie." He said in a calm tone. "Do you like reading those books?" "No." I answered without a seconds thought. Thinking it was the answer I was supposed to give. "No?" He quizzed, walking towards me. "I have to go meet my mum ... for dinner." I stammered, placing the book on my bedside table. "Alright go." He smiled, sitting on my bed next to me. "Are you going to tell Aunt Debbie?" I asked, worried as I stood. "No. No I'm not going tell your Aunt Debbie." He grinned. "Come here, I want talk to you." He said, patting the bed. I had never felt so nervous before in my life as I watched him watching me. I was wearing my school uniform and I knew that lecherous grin, having put up with it from all sorts of men throughout my school years. "You still want to go meet your mother?" He sighed, his breathing becoming a little deeper. "Yes," I nodded, squeezing my feet together. "Ok. Go. Go meet your mother," he said, sounding annoyed, "maybe I'll tell your Aunt Debbie after all?" he threatened whilst picking up the erotic book. I shook my head and looked down at my feet. I didn't know what to say so I remained silent, waiting for him to speak again. "Mmmmm, and what do we have here?" I heard him say. I looked up and saw him holding my vibrator. Had he known all along that I kept it under my pillow inside the pillow case? It didn't matter as my embarrassment and shame reached its highest point. "What would she say if she knew what her precious little niece was hiding in her bed?" He smirked. I wanted to call him a hypocrite but then he would know I had been snooping in her draws. I was eighteen so hadn't done anything illegal but I just wanted him out of my room and to keep his mouth shut. I couldn't face the shame of facing my Aunt or my parents. "But I don't have to tell her of course ... do I Sophie?" He offered. I looked deeply towards him. "No, no you don't." I mumbled, hopeful. "You're beautiful, Sophie. You're so beautiful I want you to strip for me." He said. "What! Why?" I responded in shock. "Because I said so," he replied, "or everyone will know what you've been getting up to in your spare time." I stood staring at him as he blackmailed me. I tried to think of a way out that would involve his silence, but I couldn't think of one. "Take your clothes off, Sophie," he demanded, "last chance." He caught me in the shower enough times I thought, reaching for the buttons on my white blouse. "That's a good girl." He groaned. No doubt he has spied on me too. I convinced myself as the last button was fed through the hole. "That's lovely, Sophie." He continued to groan. "Now take it off, I want to see you." I looked deeper at him. I wanted him to see the reluctance in my eyes. I wanted him to know I was doing this against my will. "Oh fuck yeah." He grunted as my blouse fell to a heap on the floor. "Now lose the skirt and tights." Reaching for the zip behind me I pulled it down before tugging the skirt down over my hips. "Yes, girl, that's it, don't be shy." He drooled, reaching for his own zipper at the front of his pants. By the time my skirt was on the floor with my blouse he had his thick cock out and was stroking it. I closed my eyes in anger and took a deep breath before opening them again and rolling my black tights down my legs. "That's some sexy underwear for a girl to be wearing to school." He complimented before giving the end of his cock a few forceful tugs. "As nice as it is, Sophie," he smiled at my white, lace underwear, "it's what's underneath that interests me." "Haven't you seen enough?" I moaned. "I'm your niece for crying out loud." "Shut your mouth!"He spat. "I'll tell you when it's enough! Remove the bra!" Angrily, I reached behind my back and grabbed the clasp. I hated this man so much. "Slowly," he told me, "look at my cock and do it slowly." I followed his orders and looked down at his cock, which was now looking pretty mean and rigid. I paused for a moment, trying to gain some composure before I unclasped my bra and slowly pulled it from my body. "Damn. They are the most beautiful tits I've ever seen." He moaned. "Come here." I walked towards him as he let go of his cock and reached up for my breasts. "Sit down." He told me, pulling me down towards the bed anyway. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, before leaning down to suck on my nipples. I closed my eyes and pretended I was somewhere else with someone else. His one hand was on one of my breasts whilst he held and sucked on the other. As much as I hated to admit it he was gentle and it felt nice. After a few moments he swapped breasts, telling me how beautiful and sexy I was. My nipples grew hard under his touch and it wasn't long before he pushed me back flat on the bed and kneeled between my legs. Eventually I opened my eyes to find him staring at me like a man possessed whilst banging his cock against my panty covered pussy bone. The feeling caused my clit to throb and I knew at that moment we were going to fuck. He teased me further until he decided enough was enough and leaned forward to remove my panties. I watched through hate filled eyes as he roughly grabbed them and yanked them off. There was no love or compassion, not that I expected or wanted any, just pure lust before I was soon lying naked before him, my young shaven pussy wet and on display, despite my reluctance. "Grab hold of my cock, Sophie." He told me firmly. "No." I said, shaking my head slightly from side to side. "I said fucking grab it!" He repeated forcefully as he grabbed my hand and placed on his cock. I grabbed hold of his cock and instinctively gave it a few strokes with my hand. "Ohhhhhh yes, oh fuck!" He groaned. Shuffling my body a little closer towards him I was able to rub the tip of his cock up and down my slit. "Yes!" He groaned further. "Do it, Sophie." His cock stiffened as I rubbed it harder against my pussy. I was so wet my lips parted effortlessly as we both moaned at the sensation. I then let go of his cock and brought my hands up to my breasts, looking into each other's eyes with his cock resting agonisingly on top of my clit. "Put it inside me." I murmured. "You want my cock inside you, Sophie?" He teased, gently moving his hips back and forth. "Yes." I replied shyly. "Tell me." He said. "Tell me how badly you want it?" "No." I told him. "Just do it." "Tell me, slut!" He barked, whilst burying only the head of his cock inside me, before pulling it back out again. "I want to hear you beg for it." "Just fucking, do it!" I screamed at him. "Yes, that's it you dirty bitch, tell me how bad you need my cock inside your young cunt." He said. "I want it deep inside me!" I spat. "Is that what you want to hear? Hey? Fuck me! I want to feel you deeeeeee ....... ohhhhhh fuck yes!" He pushed deep inside me with one long thrust. Within seconds I was full with his cock and I could feel myself pulsing around his length as he too throbbed deep inside me. "Oh god you're tight!" He grunted as he collapsed on top of me. "Move your hips, I want to fuck you nice and deep." He instructed me. I did as he asked, tilting my hips up and down as he thrust back and forth, in and out. I placed my hands on his bum as he slid his hands under my body and cupped my firm backside. Grabbing a soft cheek in each of his large hands he helped tilt my lower body faster as he started slamming his cock harder into my body. "Ohhh yes, that's it." I kept muttering under my pants for breath. "Harder ... harder ... yes harder." "Fuck, your pussy is so tight, feels so good." He panted. "Yes, yes, deeper, ohhhhhh god don't stop, yes, yes, that's it, yes, yes." "I'm gonna cum!" He moaned. "Don't stop." I pleaded. "Yes, yes, yes, ohhhhhhhhh yesssssss!" "Come for me, Sophie." He panted, come for me, baby. I can feel it." "Ohhhhhhhhh god ... ohhhhhhhhh yes ... keep going ... keep going, deeper, harder, yes, yes here it comes ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhhh, god I'm coming!" "Argggggggh fuck! You sexy bitch!" he grunted into my ear, "Fucking take it! Take my cum inside your pussy!" "Give it to me." I cried in joy, my climax washing over me. The sex was quick, but he gave me the most explosive orgasm of my life as his cock reached deeper than I thought possible. Every inch inside of me throbbed and pulsed, sending shock waves throughout my body. My clit was throbbing like a heartbeat to, as he emptied his balls deep inside my womb. I wasn't protected, but I would worry about that later. Right now I was enjoying my best sexual experience up to that that point in my young life.