My Graduation Present 2

In a daze, I stumbled up to my room, bikini held in my fist. I crept slowly up the stairs, trying to keep from attracting any attention. I winced as one creaked beneath my weight, pausing to make sure I hadn’t awoken anyone, sighing as I heard nothing but the hum of the air conditioner. God what would my parents have said if they had seen me? I finally made it to my room and shut the door behind me flopping onto my bed. I didn’t even bother to slip under the covers before falling asleep, the sound of my ceiling fan lulling me to sleep.



I woke up early in the morning, the sun shining brightly through my window. While the sun may have woken me up, a sudden chill ran up my spine. With air conditioner running all night, mixed with my ceiling fan, I was freezing, and as I moved, my hand accidentally brushed my erect nipple, hard in the cold room. I shivered, running to my bathroom, and turning the shower on as hot as it would go, the room filling quickly with steam. I climbed in and sighed as the warm water rushed over me. Then it hit me.



What had I done last night? It had to be a dream. It had to be. But as my hand fell between my legs, my tender pussy lips confirmed my suspicions that it was most certainly NOT a dream. It all flooded back to me, his warm embrace, his strong arms, that coc—oh my god what was I doing? This was my uncle I was thinking about! Despite those feelings though, I couldn’t help how turned on I was, and had to refrain from rubbing my clit.



I just dried my hair, and pulled it back into a pony tail, as I got dressed and headed down stairs. My Father and Mother were already up and at it, and my uncle was no where to be seen. I made myself some breakfast, and started eating when the back door was flung open.



There he came, strutting in, wearing only basketball shorts, and his tennis shoes, drenched in sweat, and his head phones in. My eyes locked onto him, scanning over his sweaty chest, his hairs matted against him with sweat. There goes those feeling again. I tried to ignore him, but kept taking furtive glances as I continued to eat.



Scott kept up talking about his run, and other stuff I couldn’t pay attention to because I would get caught up staring at him, his biceps as he would flex his arm, or his abs the way he turned.