Uncle tim at my wedding part 2_(1)

“Your hair is looking great.” I hear someone say. I turn my head to see my mom. She just broke into my thoughts. I try to give a good smile at her and try not to let her see my disappointment.

“Thanks Mom.” I tell her.

“I can’t believe your getting married today. I am so excited it’s finally here.” She says. I laugh at her excitement. It’s funny how excited she is. “I can’t wait to see you in your dress with all your hair and makeup done.” She says and claps her hands a little.

“Mom, get a grip. You would think you’re marrying Luke.” I tell her. She laughs.

“I wish.” She says then heads over to one of the bridesmaids. I take a deep breath. I guess it was a good thing she interrupted me. It probably isn’t good to let your mind reminisce about another guy right before you get married. But then again, I did have sex with the guy all night last night.

Uncle Tim mentioned this morning how I first told him no when he tried to suck on my tiny tits when I was younger. I had forgotten about those times that he made me nervous. It was uncomfortable at first when he started feeling my boobs. Mom would not let me start wearing a bra yet, even though I knew I needed to start because my boobs started showing through my shirts. But she said I looked fine and maybe next year I could start wearing one. Then one day I stopped asking. Thanks to Uncle Tim I started to Like by boobs rubbing against my shirt.

I would cuddle up next to Uncle Tim when he sat on the couch to watch tv during the times he stayed over at our house. He would put a blanket on me so I wouldn’t be cold. His hand always founds its way under my shirt and he would caress my belly. Then one day his thumb rubbed up over my tiny but growing boob. I felt my heart skip a beat. I was not sure if he knew he touched me there. Then he did it a couple more times slower. My heart was beating faster. Uncle Tim leaned down to my ear and whispered. “Your boobs are growing.” He said it in such a way that it sounded like he was so proud of me. I giggled a little and he kissed my head. He started squeezing them softly and slowly it became relaxing. “Do you like me touching you there?” He asked in his gentle voice. I nodded my head yes and then looked up at him and smiled. I know I was blushing a little. He kissed my nose. “I love how the feel, Peanut.” He said, “I am glad you are letting me feel them. I saw him rub his man part and adjust his thing.

“It feels good.” I say in a soft voice and adjust myself so he can feel both of my boobies. I could not even concentrate on the show. All my mind could think about is how he was touching me and how good it felt.

One night mom ran to the grocery store while we were watching tv. Uncle Tim squeezed my tiny boob and asked. “Let me see how beautiful your tits are.” My eyes widened. He called them tits. I looked up at him shocked. Uncle Tim smiled at me. “Come on Jinger, I know they are amazing but I want to see how big they have gotten.” He said and made it sound like it wasn’t that big of a deal for him to look at my naked body. My heart started speeding up again and I started to pull down the blanket. “Climb up on my lap and face me.” He directed me. So I climbed up and straddled his lap. I crossed my arms a little out of embarrassment. He chuckled at me and moved my arms out of the way. Then he lifted my shirt slowly and when my shirt went up above my boobs I grabbed my shirt back down and hid my face in his shirt. He wrapped his arms around me and laughed. “They were so nice looking. Can I see them more? You only gave me a glimpse.” He said with a chuckle. “I really want to see them again.” He says as he helps me sit up straight again. He smiles at me and kisses my nose. “You are so pretty.” He says as he raises my shirt again. I turn my head away so I am not looking at him. “Wow, Jinger.” Then I feel both his hands on them. I giggle. He starts squeezing them. “They are looking so good, Peanut. Have you looked at them?” He asked me. I shook my head no even though I have looked at them in the mirror. “Peanut, Look at them in my hands.” He says and he started to rub his hands over them. I look down slowly.