Auntie's loss is other's gain - Part 2

I could tell he still felt bad and I soooooo wanted to make him feel good about himself but I didn't know how. So after a chapter from one of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians books, when he asked me how things were with me, instead of making him listen to all my 6th grade problems, I told him how much I loved that he was my uncle and how being with him always made me feel better. We were laying on our sides facing each other and he said he loved being my uncle and he gave my bum a little pat (outside my nightshirt) and kissed my forehead. For some reason, out of nowhere I pulled close to him and blurted out a whisper that I wished I was old enough to marry him. He let me hug him tight for probably too long before he pulled back, lifted my chin so we were looking right at each other and told me that whoever I marry will be the luckiest man in the world. I almost cried.

At that moment I had a flash-back to the start of the school year when I was so upset about some kids at school and had a tummy ache, and that night in bed he rubbed my tummy to help me settle down. It worked, but I told him to keep doing it even after I wasn't upset because....WOW....I liked it. And he must have too because his fingers extended their caressing all over my torso, face, neck, arms and down my thighs. Ok, maybe it was inappropriate but he wasn't probing anywhere and I even lifted my nightshirt all the way up to expose my whole body. I don't know what he was thinking and how could he know what I was thinking? I just didn't want it to stop! When he did and said we needed to get to sleep I felt SO good and I made him hold me all night.

So fast-forward to this night again. The entire memory is burned into my mind. I tell him that all of what happened today gave me a tummy ache and would he please rub my tummy again. It was so out of the blue - he looked at me so quizzically I let out a little giggle. "Pleaeeeeeeeese?" I implored him, and lifted up my nightshirt and put his hand on me. He rolled his eyes and shook his head and said, "well there is a shortage of perfect tummy's in this world - it would be a shame if yours was damaged." (he loved to make everything about The Princess Bride which we watched together many times) and he started to lay down next to me. "No wait," I whisper. And I pulled him up and positioned him so he was straddling me. "I need TWO hands." This time he looks at me with the most knowing smile like, "what are you playing at girl?" But I give him puppy dog eyes and he agrees. He smells so good as he's leaning over me. The only time we've ever been in this position is fully clothed when we'd have a tickle war. One of his hands presses down gently on my tummy before rubbing in a circle. With his other he starts to caress one side of me, from my hip to my shoulder and after a while he switches hands to do my other side. I've closed my eyes but can feel his face close to mine and his breath on my neck. OH GAWD how I loved him this close. My tummy is FULL of butterflies now, and my breathing is getting ragged as every touch awakens some urge I'm not supposed to have yet. He must be able to tell and pauses to say "Princess Buttercup needs her beauty sleep." He tries to get off me but I grab his arms - I won't let him go. "You have to let me rub your tummy too," I whisper. "You don't want to rub the wolf spider's tummy," he says. "Uncle," I whisper. "There's a shortage of perfect tummies in this world - it would be a shame for yours to go unrubbed." To which he smiles a BIG smile and shakes a finger at me, to which I smile and shake a finger back at him. "Five minutes," he whispers. "Twenty," I whisper back. "Ten!" "Fifteen!" "Ok fine, but then you go to sleep - and no sticking your cold feet in my chest." (I did do that because he actually was nice and warm compared to me). He starts on me again and I reach under his t-shirt but I reach out so eagerly my first touch is more of a poke because I'm so nervous and he jumps and I pull back my hand. "Sorry!," I whisper. "Be gentle princess," he says. I start again and I actually LOVE running my fingers through his chest hair. I can't believe that my aunty doesn't want to spend every night close to this attentive, good smelling man!!

Now at eleven, we already learned in school about male and female puberty, sex, erogenous zones, etc. So I can sense that our mutual caressing, almost foreplay, is making it hard for him (he had baggy p-jays and I can see the bulge). I guess before he loses control he stops, takes my wrists and pins them down above my head. Bending low he exhales in my ear, "You are too good at this princess." Our faces are pressed close on the pillow. We're both breathing deeply. "Do I make you feel good?," I whisper into his ear. "Yeah - too good for 10 more minutes," he replies. I feel a proud smile taking over my face. "Better than the Wicked Witch?" (my nickname for Auntie when she's been mean), I ask. He looks into my eyes. "You might be the best." I love how his hands and weight have me pinned down in bed. I can hear my aunt snoring down the hallway and my cousin needs a humidifier to help with nose bleeds so I'm not worried about waking them up. We are so close but I want him even closer...forever. He tries to get off me but as soon as he lets go of my arms I reach back and pull him down. It was a little like when we rough-housed and he'd tickle me until I begged him to stop, but as soon as he did I'd try tickling him back just to get his hands back on me. He gets concerned and says, "you're going to wake up auntie", so I stop and say, "Ok you just do me than." "Hmmmm.....(leans into my ear) you don't seem to have a tummyache anymore." To which I reply in my best aching whisper, "Oh now it hurts ALL OVER" while simultaneously wrapping my legs around him and wrestle him down on top of me. And in reality I was aching....most of all between my legs.

What happened next is probably not hard to guess. Yes I was barely entering puberty - I was even a late bloomer - but my entire being - mind, body and soul seemed on fire. I pulled him down so hard our faces almost smashed into each other. As his lips brushed against mine I turned into his and clumsily kissed him square on the mouth while holding him so tight he probably couldn't breathe. But he did kiss me back! And as he untangled from my desperate full-body wrap, he held my head in his hands and showed me (at my insistence) how to kiss with (quiet) intimacy. My response must have encouraged him because he went down on me, and I think both of us were surprised at how my young girl's body reacted to his skilled lips, tongue and hands as he played ALL OF ME me like a virtuoso. He must have sensed that my body was beyond the point of no return and pulled me to the corner of the bed where he's on his knees beside it. With a pillow over my face and my legs spread over his shoulders, his face and fingers are buried in my sex in selfless devotion to my first, mind-blowing orgasm. I'm spent and speechless as he positions us for sleep. Then I'm wrapped in his warm embrace until morning.

Continued in Part 3

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