Skylar’s Game

Visual Stimulation #1: forum.xnxx.com/gallery/photos/skylars-game-1.4513254/

Visual Stimulation #2: forum.xnxx.com/gallery/photos/skylars-game-2.4513262/

Visual Stimulation #3: forum.xnxx.com/gallery/photos/skylars-game-3.4513263/

*Specific references to visual stimuli are bolded and underlined in the text below.

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“No….please! Stop…!” Skylar pleaded softly through irregular, heavy breaths. The stimulation occurring underneath her skirt was more intense that anything she had felt before. She felt weak and her legs began to quiver gently as his rough tongue and chapped lips continued to lick and kiss at the soft cloth fibers overlying her pussy. “I can’t handle much more…! You’re going…going…to make me…me…!” Skylar let out an audible moan, involuntarily arching her back and raising her hips high into the air. His lips and tongue followed her movements and did not let up pressure on her most sensitive erogenous area. But it was too late. She buried her face into her pillow, stifling a euphoric scream as her pelvic floor muscles clenched down tight and her vaginal walls contracted, releasing a flood of ejaculatory fluid, and signaling the onset of a powerful orgasm.

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Earlier that evening…

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“Aw, Mom! Do I have to?” pleaded Skylar. “Yes, dear. Your father and I told you last week we were planning a date night tonight and would need to you watch after your uncle while we are out. You know he can’t be left alone” her mother replied as she continued applying her eye shadow in the mirror. Skylar knew that what her mother was saying was true, however she still made it a point to show her displeasure at having to play babysitter for the evening. She had finished her college homework early and had looked forward to an uninterrupted night of intense internet gaming…plans that she would have to alter somewhat as she would now be required to periodically check in on her uncle who occupied the bedroom across the hall from hers.

A sad story really…her Uncle Sam had suffered a traumatic brain injury as a teenager due to a car accident which left him moderately mentally impaired and dependent on his family for everyday care. He was still able to walk and had no problems moving about, but he required some assistance in basic activities of independent living, such as clothing himself, bathing, eating, and so forth. Therefore, he was not competent enough to maintain a job, much less live by himself. So, he had lived with Skylar’s family ever since her grandparents were no longer able to care for his needs.

Uncle Sam rarely communicated verbally; however, he was known to voice his excitement with short exclamations when something in particular pleased him. He also occasionally addressed everyone in the family by name, which aside from Sam consisted of Skylar, her mom and dad. Other than these specific people and situations, he mostly stayed silent. Unfortunately, his health was not that good either and he required semi-regular visits to the doctor for various health issues concerning his blood pressure and weight. Since he could not enjoy an active lifestyle, he had gained considerable weight as he aged and now fell into the mildly obese category. Coupled with this, Uncle Sam maintained an irregular sleep cycle and suffered occasional bouts of sleepwalking due to his brain injury. This resulted in him waking and sleeping at irregular hours, as well as requiring the occasional escort back to his bedroom if found walking about unconscious. This is why he required at least semi-close observation, just so that he would not hurt himself during one of his nocturnal hikes.

For most of Skylar’s life, she viewed Uncle Sam as sort of a simple older brother. He was, after all, a member of the family. However, as she grew older and matured, particularly in her sexual characteristics, she could not help but notice him exhibiting some pervy tendencies. A few weeks ago, as she was grabbing a midnight snack from the refrigerator dressed only in a t-shirt and thong, she was certain she heard the snap of a camera shutter behind her (See Visual Stimulation #1). She turned around startled and was surprised to find her uncle in the middle of an apparent sleepwalking episode. She quickly forgot her suspicions and escorted him back to his bedroom. While helping him back into bed, she was almost sure his hand glanced her inner thigh and managed a quick squeeze of her soft flesh before his body collapsed back into bed in an apparent deep slumber. It happened so quick. Skylar couldn’t be certain.

Regardless, the other day she was more certain. It happened when she was walking down the hallway into her bedroom, and she again heard the same camera shutter noise behind her. She was wearing a pink top and white pleated miniskirt at the time, with a pair of her favorite pink panties underneath (See Visual Stimulation #2). She turned around to find her uncle’s bedroom door closed, but she could distinctly hear a shuffling noise, and the shadow underneath indicated someone had been near the door only moments earlier. Several months ago, Skylar’s parents had given her uncle an old smartphone with several children’s apps installed to entertain himself during the day. The function allowing it to make calls and texts was disabled of course, but the camera still worked as he would frequently be seen taking pictures of seemingly random objects around the house. Perhaps that was what he was doing now? Was he simply taking pictures of things he was curious about? She decided it was not appropriate to alert her parents just yet, at least not until she had more definitive proof of nefarious intent. She was almost certain it was all innocent. Nevertheless, she had become more guarded around her uncle in recent days.

“Is something wrong, dear?” Skylar’s mother asked with a concerned look on her face. This snapped Skylar back to reality. “No, not at all,” she retorted. “Are you sure, Sky? You looked a little distant there for a second.” Skylar’s father said, peering around the corner from the walk-in closet of her parent’s bedroom, finishing up a Half-Windsor knot in the tie around his neck. She always found her father’s use of her abbreviated nickname endearing. “It’s nothing, really. Just some stuff I have to prepare for school next week”, she responded. “Okay, if you’re sure,” her father answered back sweetly.

Skylar’s eyes lit up suddenly. “Do I have time for a quick run before you head out?” Skylar asked somewhat urgently. “Of course. We won’t be leaving for at least another hour. You know how particular your mother is about her hair,” her father teased. Skylar’s mother gave a playful sneer back at him, before continuing with her makeup. “Great! That’s just enough time!” Skylar half-shouted as she turned and ran out of the bedroom.

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Skylar rounded the corner of the neighborhood and sprinted across the threshold of her driveway, breathing heavily and with sweat pouring off her face. She looked at her watch and noted the time and her recorded heartrate. She had run track during high school, and although she was offered a scholarship and could have continued the sport during college, she wanted to focus on her studies, as her grades were her priority. However, this did not stop her from staying in tip-top shape. She could not deny that the benefits of an athletic physique were a major motivation. While not considered tall by most objective standards, her toned and athletic frame highlighted certain aspects of her body more than most. Particularly her slim waist, taut abs, firm yet supple ass, and hypnotically long legs. She felt her bust was not excessive, but better than most girls her size, and certainly impressive given her intense physical conditioning. She was used to getting prolonged looks from the guys in her class, as well as the occasional married man she passed on the sidewalk.

Looking up from her watch and content with her performance, Skylar paced around the driveway a few more times allowing her breathing to calm, before entering through the front door of the house. Once inside, she removed her running shoes and grabbed a towel she had strategically placed inside the front door and dabbed at her face as she headed towards the bathroom down the hall from her bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she started the shower and removed her sweaty socks, running shorts, and sports bra. She took a moment to admire her glistening body in the mirror before stepping in the shower.

Once finished, Skylar stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself, blew dry her hair until it regained its naturally straight form, then added a small amount of mascara and lip gloss. She may not have any major plans tonight, but she still took pride in her appearance. Stepping out of the bathroom into the hallway, she turned towards her bedroom and could not help but notice the door to her uncle’s bedroom shut just as she walked out. She double-checked her towel to ensure nothing sensitive was showing, then proceeded down the hallway and entered her room, ensuring the door closed completely behind her.

Allowing the towel to drop to the floor, Skylar again took a moment to appreciate her trim figure in the full-length mirror across from her bed. Her eyes carefully studied her every curve, from her narrow shoulders upon which her luscious locks of hair laid before plummeting down to the middle of her back. Her perfect breasts, for which she had no complaints, sure that they would please anyone that had the good fortune to play with them. Her firm stomach, strong from many hours of core exercises in the gym, with the faint outline of her abs just visible. Her plump ass, tirelessly achieved from her numerous box-jump and squat drills.

Skylar ran her hands down her smooth, deceptively long legs as she lusted over her favorite part of her anatomy. Above all else, she took immense pride in her legs. Toned from hundreds of miles run over the years, she kept them well-groomed and shaved at least three times a week. She made sure to highlight them in her outfits when she could, as she favored short-shorts and miniskirts when the weather permitted.