Uncle! Please Uncle! (Closed)

[AnnieD]

My family was excited to go to Las Vegas. I mean, we lived in a small town in Illinois and never really got to experience a place with so much fame before. I think my dad was the most excited, mainly because it's been a lifelong goal of his to go there. Of course, my mom and dad weren't obscenely wealthy or anything; we were regular middle-class people who couldn't afford to spend our money on anything reckless. Thankfully that it wasn't any of us paying for it, but rather my uncle - Rick Smith.

Thankfully. Right.

Okay, so let me talk about myself a bit. Hi, my name is Amy. I'm an eighteen year old high school senior, hoping to study at a decent college and come out with a great job like my mom did. Somewhere down the line, I'd love to open up my own business like my dad did. I was so-so academically at the moment though and didn't have too much extracurricular like my brother, a star athlete. I did, however, have a lot of effort made from my teachers to give me great recommendations and with them, I felt set for most top 20 schools. These recommendations were probably given to me for all sorts of reasons, but my friends liked to poke fun on what they believed were the two biggest ones:

My 32K boobies.

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Yes, they were real. It was crazy over how well endowed I was, given that while my mom is busty at 38D, my chest utterly shamed her. It didn't make much sense to most people why they were that enormous, especially given how relatively petite I was compared to it, with my slim body and my 5'8" height. Most guys adored them and stared whenever they could...my uncle included.

Yep, the same Rick Smith that I mentioned earlier.

"You ready to go Amy?" my dad asked, traveling cases in his hands. I snapped out of my thoughts as we made our way to the taxi, eager to drive us to the airport where we'd meet up with Rick.

 

[a_libertine]

Yeah, okay I concede the point. I am a pervert with few peers, at least in my home town. You see, there is a problem I have, like most guys, I love BOOBS! Great big soft pillow boobs are my favorite, and normally I have to go to Chicago to get my fix.

I was smart enough to never marry. One set of boobs never seemed to be enough, variety after all is the spice of life, right?

Then there is Amy. She has the biggest tits that I have ever seen on someone her age. At 18 she is toting around K cup tits. That's right K cup, and I don't mean Keurig cups.

Ever since she turned 18 I have been trying one way or another trying to figure out how to get some quality alone time with her. And by quality, I meant incestuous alone time. I am not a bad looking guy, as you can see below.

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But I am her uncle, and that rightly so, has slowed things down. Yes I look at her when I get a chance (that day at Wet and Wild will forever be burned into my mind) and I think in some part she likes it. The rationale for that is sometimes when I glance at her, she is staring at me, as if she were trying to get my attention.

So I hatched a plot, a Vegas Trip. That should keep my brother and his wife busy with shows and sight seeing. My nephew would have museums to go to, and the trip to the Grand Canyon to keep him busy.

Hopefully that will leave Amy and I alone. I hope against hope that will provide an opportunity for that quality time I so want.

Thus, I find myself at the airport waiting for my brother and his family so we can fly to Vegas together. When they FINALLY arrive, we checked in and scurried off to the gate, with seconds to spare. The problem was that we boarded so late, all the seats were scattered. There were only two side by side seats, and they were at the emergency exit. One by the window and the middle seat. I heard Amy call dibs on the window seat and I laughed.

I looked at my brother, "You or me with her? One of us should so we can open that damn door if needed."

He looked at me and asked, "Do you mind? I would be too busy worrying about the others to do it properly I think."

I nodded gravely and said, "Yeah, I got it."

I settled in next to Amy and whispered, "Four hours to Las Vegas, excited?"

 

[AnnieD]

When I got the chance, I went for the seats for the windows. I mean, why the hell wouldn't I? The windows are the best part!

Of course, when I rushed there and placed my bags above, I assumed that my dad wasn't far off behind me. What I didn't realize was that my father and my uncle were having a discussion about god knows what. I assumed it was technicalities about our trip, up until the point where I saw my uncle smirk mischievously and walk away closer to me. I panicked a bit, not knowing what was going on so I glanced at the window (despite the airplane not having taken off yet).

"Four hours to Las Vegas, excited?" my uncle whispered into my ear.

I swear, that made my heart practically jump. Rick always caught me by surprise, doing things like that. Always some slight touch, caress or even some stare...Well, anyway, once that quick shiver down my spine passed, I simply looked at my uncle and smile, before responding "Of course! I haven't been to Las Vegas and can't wait to see it."

I'd be lying to you if I said that I didn't think that my uncle was handsome. He had a sculptured face and this mature look around him. I think that it was personality that did it too - he seemed like the kind of guy that takes charge of a situation, something that most guys at my high school didn't. Look, I know it may seem weird that I'm thinking these things, but it wasn't as if I had a crush on him or anything.

 

[a_libertine]

As I buckled into my seat I suddenly realized I love airplane seats. Why you ask? For exactly the same reason that you hate them: They are far too narrow.

At 6'2" I am wider than most airline seats. It so happens my oh so fuckable niece's tits are as wide as the seat. So when I buckled in my elbow accidentally brushed against her tit. And yes that time it was an accident. But as the supernova of pleasurable heat flowed from triceps to cock, I made the quick mental calculation that I would have about 8 more opportunities to cop a feel from her during the flight; 2 soda runs, a snack run and an additional 7 and 7 for me run plus the pick up, a bathroom run, and before you know it eight different chances to feel her boobs are available.

Did I apologize or make excuses to my lovely niece? Hell no that would have been a lie. I might be the biggest perv on the plane but I am not typically a liar. Yeah I know, I will still go to hell but at least I will honestly earn it.

For a moment I kicked around the idea of getting her a little drunk on the flight and quickly discarded the idea. If I was going to get her drunk to take advantage of her then I wanted to hold onto that for when we were at the hotel so I could take advantage of the situation.

I leaned over as the plane began to taxi, knowing that this was her first flight and whispered, "Take offs and landings can be scary, it is okay if you want to hold my hand during them." With each syllable my lips barely grazed against her ear. I didn't know yet if it was doing anything for her, but I could feel the blood flowing in my groin.

 

[AnnieD]

I knew that the airplane ride wasn't about to be too comfortable; there was hardly any space around me. It was hard enough for me to budge around my seat and for my uncle as well - he stumbled in and nearly smacked my chest with his elbow. Thankfully, the contact was just slight and there was nothing to it. The plane eventually began to move and my heart started racing - I loved idea of travel but apparently hated being on a plane. It was just so nerve wrecking thinking about the idea of something going wrong.

"Take offs and landings can be scary, it is okay if you want to hold my hand during them."

I nearly gasped when I felt my uncle whisper those words. He moved his face close, like real close, to my ear for that one. I practically felt each syllable with a warm breath into my ear adn felt the slightest touch of his lips on my earlobe. Was he doing that on purpose?

"No no, it's because it's too noisy right now. That's why he did that." I thought to myself, trying to not overanalyze here...

"Uhuh." I practically whimpered as the I felt the pressure from the plane's movement towards the sky. My hand did reach out for his, grasping onto it as hard as I could. Of course, my hands seemed small compared to his own. Eventually, the plane kept steady and everything seemed a-okay. Well, at least I'd be until we have to make our landing.

 

[a_libertine]

Did I let go of her hand?

Hell no. Once my hand swallowed hers I held it gently, allowing her to apply all of the pressure. The feel of her small hand in mine was ... well it was incredible. I could feel my heart racing with each second that her hand stayed in mine.

All through the climb she clung to my hand all the way to cruising altitude. I didn't let go; I didn't say a thing, almost holding my breath waiting to see what Amy would do.

 

[AnnieD]

What can I say? I was scared.

It wasn't until a few minutes of staring ahead of me, frozen in place like a deer between headlights, and it wasn't until after some slow, deep breaths that I managed to chuckle and smiled in relief. Takeoff wasn't anything to panic about and that's when my gaze caught the sight of my hand evelopped by Rick's hand. I chuckled, before muttering "sorry about that..." and sliding my hand away from him.

 

[a_libertine]

I almost chuckled as Amy withdrew her hand from mine. She didn't yank it back at least, so maybe I was weaseling my way in. A brief flicker in my mind wondered what it would feel like to have her tiny hand wrapped around my thick cock and then I caught myself.

Yes, I have been staring at her, and her friends, for years now. Sometimes lustily, sometimes not, but that was still a long way from wondering what it would be like to have sex with her.

Right?

I glanced her way for a moment and asked, "You okay now?"

 

[AnnieD]

"You okay now?"

"If you mean okay by my heart not racing like crazy, no I'm not." I thought to myself while I nodded to my uncle.

The rest of the plane ride was uneventful. Sure, I got real nervous again once came landing but I managed to at least make it seem like I was okay. I had to admit though, the view outside was pretty cool - already I could get the feeling that Las Vegas was going to be one crazy, big place.

 

[a_libertine]

It was the greatest plane ride of my life. Every time a drink or a snack came along I brushed against Amy and got at least a partial feel of her tit. The weight of guilt and pleasure almost equal in the end. It was everything I could do to keep from getting a woody during the flight. As we approached the landing, I said, "This is more jolting than the take off was."

As the plane hit the tarmac, sure as shit, the plane bounced up, tilted, and I had Amy's hand in mine. Teo more bounces and we were down safely. "Well, what did you think?"