Feeling Uncle

Hi. I have been holding in something that happened to me two weeks ago, and I couldn't muster the courage to tell or talk about it to any of my friends. Topics like these are quite uncomfortable for me, and specially in this case, it was downright impossible for me to tell it to any of my friends without them judging me. Specially in a place like India, I couldn't share it with anybody. So, I am here. I have been reading stories here for a while, and I thought this would be a perfect place to share my story. Well, I say a story, but it's more like a very short event that happened to me, but I have been thinking about it day and night since. I know many of you will be disappointed with the non-sexual nature of the story and some of you may even find it anti-climactic, but for me, personally, this has been the most extreme sexual encounter that I could have ever imagined.

Let me begin by describing me and my body, so that we can get that out of the way. I am from India. I have recently graduated high school. I have been studying in a boarding school since the last 6 years. I have been home since the last two months. I am eighteen years old, 4ft 11inches tall, and I have light dusky skin. I have straight black hair with slight curls, and I have a slim body. Last time I checked, I weighed at about 49kgs. My breasts are a C-cup, and they measure about 31inches, and my butt about 33 inches.

Okay.

So, this happened two weeks ago. It was a Sunday and our family decided to go on an outing to a nearby resort. Since I had been back home, my parents have been planning to go to this particular resort for over a month, and finally the plan has come through. We all gathered around the main entrance of the house, ready to on this three-hour long road trip. It was my father, my mother, my brother and me. My brother is three years older than me and he was the one driving the car. We were headed to our Chacha(uncle)'s place to pick them up, as we had all planned to go together to this resort.

We arrived at their house in about twenty-five minutes, and they were all dressed up and ready. My Chacha had packed some food for us to eat during the journey, and my Chachi(aunt) was busy with their four-year-old son, who was still very sleepy and hardly following her orders.

Since there were a lot of people, we all had to adjust in the car. My brother was driving, my father was seated in the passenger's seat, and in the rear, my mother was seated near the window behind the driver's seat, my aunt was seated in the middle and my uncle was seated behind the passenger's seat. My cousin, he sat along with my father on the front in the passenger's seat. And I was also in the rear, sitting in between my mother and my aunt, barely having my butt on the seat, holding the driver's seat close to my chest. It was uncomfortable, but I was used to being the one having to sit uncomfortably since I am usually the smallest of the lot. My aunt was chubby and so was my mom. My uncle was a tall man, and a bit muscular, so, even he took a lot of space in the car.

All along the way, my mother kept asking me if I was comfortable and if I needed more space, to which I replied every time, that I was. But, after repeated questioning and suggestions, they came to the conclusion that it would be more comfortable for me to sit on my uncle's lap! Of course I wasn't willing to do that, as I thought it would be weird to do that, but even my father told me to "not be shy" and to not "act like a big girl". So, I did.

It was fine. Even though I was shy, seeing everyone so relaxed and nonchalant, the awkwardness went away very quickly. And I had done it before. I was not something entirely new.

I meet my uncle's family only occasionally when I would visit home from my boarding school, which was once or twice a year. So even though I was familiar with them, I wasn't very open with them. My cousin, I'd seen him a handful of times.

Everything was going fine, I was playing music in the car stereo, sometimes it would be so loud that I had to be reminded to reduce the volume in order to not disturb my brother from driving. My brother would then look at me and smile, as it was our little secret to how loud we would actually play the music when only he and I are in the car. We opened a bunch of snacks and ate them along the way. Lots of talking and laughing, and the usual happy road-trip events.

Until, I felt something on my left butt. Something hard. I was not consciously thinking what it was, and I tried to adjust to get a little comfortable, when I realized what it was. It was my uncle's dick! And it was hard. It was very, very hard. I snapped out of the all-giggly environment in the car, and felt extremely conscious. It couldn't be! I wasn't able to believe myself and I tried to not react. I didn't want to make anything weird in the car.

I sat there, his dick poking my left butt. I sat there as still as I could. I checked the navigation, and there was still another hour to go. I acted as if nothing was happening as I couldn't imagine saying anything to my uncle or to anyone. I don't think he knew that I could feel him, because he was very relaxed and talking to everyone in the car and laughing and joking. I had to fake laugh and join in to the conversations.

This lasted for about ten to fifteen minutes, after which I couldn't feel his dick anymore. I was relieved. I realized that it was probably natural and I had nothing to think about.

As we diverted from the highway, and made our way to the resort, the roads started getting a little uneven. This made the car move about and suddenly, I could feel his dick again. It was poking me through my shorts, and I could feel every movement it made. I tried hard to hold on to the passenger seat from behind, and release some weight on his lap, but I wasn't strong enough to keep holding my weight and I kept landing on his lap over and over. The uneven roads didn't seem to have an end and I struggled to make sense of what I should do in that situation. I could feel his dick fit right between my butt, and that made me feel even worse. I didn't want to make it obvious that I was uncomfortable and that I wanted to stand, so I kept looking at the navigation, trying to ease my mind at the reducing distance. After what felt like an eternity, we finally arrived. I jumped out of the car and walked away from my uncle and towards the front of the car. I felt unsure and confused as to what had happened.

I had never touched nor seen a dick in my life, and I couldn't believe that I had a dick under my butt for almost an hour. I couldn't make sense of it. I was nervous and probably sweating by that time. I looked at everyone and they were all cheerful and loud. They weren't paying any attention to me, and now that I think about it, it probably was a good thing. Because I have no idea what I would have said if they asked why my face looked like a dried raisin.

We all went in to the resort and after walking around for a while, we sat down to eat. I managed to take a seat away from my uncle. I wasn't able to look at him the entire time. I felt shy and embarrassed. Although he was the one who was supposed to be embarrassed. But he wasn't. He was as cheerful as everyone. We ate and talked for a while after which we all again took a walk around and sat near a peaceful lake.

Sitting there I couldn't stop wondering and panicking about the return trip home. I had planned all these conversation in my head, all the answers, all possible words, all ready to plead my case to not sit on my uncle's lap. I couldn't believe that my family would treat me as a child even though I was eighteen years old. I mean I can vote for fuck's sake!

Anyways, we stayed in the resort for another hour or two, after which we got ready to head back. I knew what I had to do, but when the time came to open my mouth, I felt a certain kind of resistance. I don't really know what happened, but I felt I would make it obvious to my uncle that I felt his dick on me if I protested to not sitting on his lap and that's the last thing I wanted to happen. I was sure that I didn't want him to know that I could feel him on me. I even convinced myself that it was probably nothing and I shouldn't make a big deal out of it. I mean he is almost as old as my father who is fifty-seven. Why would I even begin to think there is anything else going on. I felt ashamed to even think about it. So, I hopped back on in the car, and sat on my uncle's lap again. It was almost 7pm by then.

I feared I would feel it on me again, but I didn't. I was very conscious of it, and even though I did feel like a little bit of something, it wasn't close to what I had felt before.

This time, everyone was not as chatty, and only the music was playing in the car. The silence felt better.

After about an hour, my brother was feeling sleepy, so they decided to stop for tea. We stopped for about twenty minutes and we were back on the road. My mother was falling asleep and so was my aunt. My cousin was busy chatting with my father in the front seat, and I crossed and placed my arms on the back of the passenger seat and rested my head on it. I quite instantly fell asleep and my head almost slipped out of the seat, and in a jerk, I woke up and held myself up again. The kind of thing that happens when you fall asleep while sitting down; the head falls over.

My uncle was the first to react. I looked at him, and he asked if I was sleepy. I nodded and went back to the same arms crossed position. But, this time, I wasn't closing my eyes. I realized that that was the first time I had made eye contact with him after the morning journey. I felt my nervousness slowly creep in. And before I could relax myself again, I felt his dick on me again. Again, it was poking me on my butt. I could feel it so clearly. It was hard. And to my surprise, I felt it keep getting harder and harder.

I stayed in the same position; I did not move. My eyes, looking down at the darkness, I kept feeling his dick on me. I once again, didn't know what to do.

I think this went on for maybe about ten-twenty minutes. I don't know how long it was. But it did feel very long. I was trying to think of other things, trying to not notice it, but it was difficult. Specially since it kept moving and poking me on and off. I had to move a little as it was getting a bit uncomfortable for me, so I turned slightly right towards my mother and my aunt, so that now only my right butt was on his lap.

And then it happened. I felt his left hand on the side of my left thigh. He placed his hand on my skirt, and very slowly started caressing it. My heart stopped at that moment. I was frozen. He kept moving his hands up and down my skirt, very slowly. My skirt was a little shorter than my knees, but I wasn't thinking about that then. I think my mind went blank.

I didn't want to move this time. I stayed still. Very still.

His hands kept circling around the thigh area and ever so slightly went up to my knees and touched my skin and came back down. This he kept doing for like a hundred times. But I kept still.

Eventually, he lowered his hand and started reaching for my butt over my skirt. By this time, I became sure that he was doing all of it intentionally. He had to adjust a little bit to move his hand towards my butt, but it wasn't that difficult. I was turned away, and it was perfect for him. He placed his hand on my left butt cheek and started with the same movements again. Very gentle and very soft. I closed my eyes and emptied my mind. I didn't understand what was happening.

He kept caressing my butt, running his hand round and round, sometimes going up to my thing and coming back down.

He became a bit more confident and I realized that the caressing had stopped. His hand was now firmly placed on my butt and he started squeezing it softly. Slightly he would change his grip on my butt and give it a soft squeeze. His thumb was starting to explore the end of my left butt cheek. He ran his thumb through my butt crack, over my skirt, and gave me butt another soft but firm squeeze.

The car hit a bump on the road, and in that moment, he had a complete hold of my left butt cheek, engulfing it completely in his hand, giving it a tight squeeze. I kept still.

He released his grip almost instantly and for a few seconds took a breather. That's when I realized that I too had forgotten to breathe.

But he was back on. By this time, I wasn't feeling his dick on me anymore. It was his wandering hand.

He kept caressing my butt, trying to and successfully reaching my butt crack over and over. I know I was wearing clothes, but I felt naked. That thin skirt and the thin underwear were practically non-existent for me at that moment.

He reached up this time and reached for the end of my skirt near my knees. He slowly pulled it up gently, but it got caught under me, and wasn't going up anymore. It stopped halfway up my thigh. He squeezed my thigh softly and started touching me on my thigh. This time, directly on my skin. He would move up and down from the point where my skirt was pulled up to, to the edge of my knees.

He then tried to reach for under my skirt. He leaned forward a little bit and I could see him acting like looking out of the window, but he was increasing his reach. I could feel his stomach and his chest press against my back and he approached closer. I looked at my aunt, and my mom, and they were resting, closing their eyes, possibly asleep.

He reached inside my skirt, with his fingers creeping up my inner thigh. He stopped just before he could reach my underwear. I felt a shiver run down my spine. I don't think I moved, but I might have.

I knew that if he touched my underwear, he would feel how soaking wet I was under there. I prayed for him to not reach any deeper. But, of course, my prayers were unanswered. He didn't waste any time and his fingers reached up to my underwear. He just slowly ran his fingers up and down my underwear right on my pussy, and I am sure he was able to feel my wetness. As he did that, and I could feel it touch me, it felt amazing. I tried so hard to control myself and to not move. Even when he wasn't touching my pussy directly, even when he was moving around near my inner thigh, I swear I was getting aroused more than I had ever imagined. But he didn't stay there for too long and leaned back on the seat again.

He moved his hand out and started caressing me from outside my skirt again. And then suddenly, pulled my skirt, so that I wasn't sitting on it anymore. He had moved it out from under me! He instantly placed his hand under my skirt and on directly on my butt. He traced the outline of my underwear and one or two of his fingers would make its way under it and come back out again.

He stayed there for a while and eventually, maybe after deciding that he couldn't hold it any longer, he pulled my underwear aside slowly. Then, he ran his finger across my bare butt crack, and right across my butt hole. He placed his finger on my butt hole, and made a very slight attempt to penetrate it, but couldn't and he didn't try again. He groped my butt to his will, not grabbing it too tight, but enough for this satisfaction. And mine.

And then finally, his wandering finger reached my pussy. My bare, naked, wet pussy! His finger was on my pussy. My uncle's finger. My Chacha who I've known all my life had his finger on my wet pussy and I couldn't do anything about it. Not that I wanted to do anything about it anymore. I was enjoying every bit of it. I had never felt this kind of a rush before.

He placed his finger on my pussy, and quickly brought it back. He waited for a while and again reached for it. I could feel him navigating carefully, mapping every detail to his brain, and rubbing it gently. When he started rubbing, I couldn't help but move a little bit, and that's when he snapped his hand away.

I got scared, but I still stayed still. I waited for him to continue. To continue fingering his niece. But he wasn't doing it anymore. I waited for a while, still wet from his touch, and still my underwear parted from behind, but nothing. He wasn't making anymore moves. I didn't want him to stop, but after waiting for another five-ten minutes or so, he quickly adjusted my underwear in a snap. I felt my entire arousal disappear at that moment. I knew the fun was over.

I stayed still for a while, still waiting for his touch, but eventually, I actually fell asleep and when I woke up, we were in our uncle's home. My uncle had already gotten down, and I didn't even realize it. He was picking up his belongings from the back of the car. I felt so disappointed realizing that I had fallen asleep. I had planned to at least feel his dick before the day was over, but I couldn't. I wanted to feel his dick touch me so bad, but the ship had sailed. It was over. It felt like a dream. I couldn't believe what had happened. I touched myself, and my underwear was still soaking wet. Surprisingly, although I was sure he had adjusted my underwear, it was still pulled apart from over my pussy. I felt so ashamed when I realized that. I felt naked in the car.

Yeah. So that happened.

And this was two weeks ago.

And ever since, I have not been able to stop thinking about him and his hands on my pussy. I have never had anyone touch me before. The closest that I had come to experiencing anything sexual was when I flashed my neighbour once because I was feeling too horny. I of course made that seem like an accident. Maybe I could share that story too, but this? The more I think about it, I think maybe he knew that I could feel him touching me. I mean I was so wet. And I did some research, it does say that we can get wet in our sleep, but come on. I feel like he knew. Specially, since he was removing my clothes and everything. Yes, he could be just excited, but maybe not?

Honestly, I do want him to know that I could feel him; that I was awake; and that I was enjoying it so much towards the end. I really wish he knew. I wish he would do it to me all over again. I wish he would put his finger inside me for real. Maybe even his dick. I mean why not. He had already touched me; it wouldn't be that far.

But I don't know. I don't even see him that often. I know I am crazy to think these thoughts, but I'm not wrong. He definitely wanted me. I am sure of that. So sure.

Yes. Now it feels better after telling this story. At least somebody would now know what had happened and how amazing it felt for me. Oh, how I wish something like this would happen to me every day. Maybe not even my uncle, maybe having this encounter with any random stranger would also have felt this great. I have so many questions. But yeah, at least this is done.

Hopefully you all enjoyed that as much as I did. And as much as my uncle did.

OK Bye.