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"Can I?" Melissa asks her uncle Roger in an innocent and sweet tone at the dinner table. She wanted seconds and not even a full plate, just something a little more for her growing teenage body.
Her parents used to give her whatever she needed and wanted within reason but in the care of her uncle it had become a whole different story.
"Did you sit on my lap today?" Roger questions, them both knowing the answer.
He was weird, not in the whacky and crazy way but more along the skeevy and perverted kind. She knew that she was attractive, her ample breasts growing by the day with her hips and ass forming into a woman but she knew or hoped that he wouldn't cross that boundary.
It was just the simple act of sitting in his lap, just like she used to with her deceased father and mother, of course her uncle just wanted to make up for lost time and live through all the motions of having a daughter in his care.
"I was hoping we'd have the daughter and uncle bonding time after dinner."
He wasn't pleased, giving her a stern look raising one eyebrow as a warning.
Melissa sighs knowing it meant now. He really was getting on her nerves sometimes but he was the last remaining family she had. Well, besides Jojo but he was his pet bulldog for about four years now and not someone she could consider a sibling.
"Sorry uncle," she mutters without much hold back and stands out of her chair at the table and waits for him to slide back and allow a special seat just for her.
Melissa was wearing shorts and she could already feel the heat of his warm thighs from his slacks. He was always warm and a little bulky but that was the least of her worries. There was something wrong with the way these unsuspecting lap sitting went. It was different from her fathers and she only just recently learnt why in sex education at school.
She wanted to block this fact out after knowing but her uncle was hard for her. She could clearly tell that it was his cock pulsing right between her cheeks, that his light lies about it being extra fat from his thigh were not true at all.
It was Roger's fat cock hard and solid every time she sat on his lap and that wasn't all. It only started two nights ago but he added a hand to the mix. Melissa regrets wearing shorts to the dinner table as his naked palm slides up her exposed leg, his temperature melting her body.
She forces herself to still as a sickening shiver slides up her body as his hand approaches near her pussy but it stops right at the hem of her shorts. She sighs in relief almost relaxing but he lingers, fingers twitching to proceed further but he doesn't.
Melissa doesn't voice what she fears that her uncle would have felt her slit above the fabric in case he changes his mind. She tries to brush this off and remember what he had done for her when he had no obligation to but during these times it was becoming harder and harder. She wishes she wasn't aware of what this was but knowledge had ruined her naive mind.
However her uncle clearly did not take that as a threat.
Roger escalates further from there, starting a week later from that.
Melissa had become all to submissive to his demands, never voicing herself when he had bought her a new pair of underwear. While she appreciated the sentiment they both knew that this wasn't an uncle caring for his niece anymore.
"What's wrong? Is it too small for you?" Roger basks a wide grin, the wrinkles around his eyes creasing hard and make Melissa recoil.
Small was an understatement.
She holds the thin material between her hands, lifting it up to her eyeline. It was a perverse joke to even call this underwear where it was a tiny thread looping around and a small patch at the bottom to barely even cover the space between her slit.
"I don't think I'm at that age for this yet." Melissa tries to softly reject the gift but her uncle gives off a hearty laugh.
"Nonsense, my good friend at work told me that all the teenage girls are wearing these. What's the hold up? I want to see how you look in it."
Now? He wanted to see her in this petty excuse of a fabric now?
The look on her face made her uncle balk.
"Listen to me child, you need to earn your fucking keep so put the damn panties on."
"T-turn around then." She whispers in embarrassment a full pink tint covering her cheeks. It was more shame than fluster but her uncle didn't it take it that way.
His perverse thoughts and feelings had become clear to her since her classes and she had no way to stop them.
"You never objected before with me being in the room," Roger starts deflecting and Melissa then knew it was better to just suck it up and do as he says.
She had to earn her keep.
Besides he only took an hour a day now ogling her body with both his heads and the rest she was left alone to her own devices so she musters up the strength to get his request up and out of the way.
Her hands tremble as they slide to the side zipper of her skirt, the pins echoing loud in her ears as her uncle waits with bated breath. She dared not look at him knowing that he was trying to mask licking his lips in anticipation, the outline in his slacks taut and evident that he was already aroused.
Melissa tries not to be consumed by what her uncle was thinking and what he saw in her, trying her best to focus on changing, having him get his quick perverse glance and then leave.
But of course it is rare when things do go to plan.
His hand comes out of no where as she slides out the fabric and it pools around her ankles. His sweating palm collides with her maiden flesh, his heat burning her bare skin. She shivers in his grip, hating that it snaked upwards to the hem of her panties.
"Don't make me say it twice," he warns her and Melissa gulps.
His hand remains there as she slowly gets out of the fabric, her lower parts now exposed for the first time in his presence.
A sharp gulp of air passes his lips and Melissa blushes in shame trying to pull her legs closer together but his grip on her leg was too strong.
She was lucky that he hadn't stepped closer or moved his hand elsewhere.
Slowly she slides on the thin fabric, it barely weighing nothing in her hands and certainly covered nothing like she already assumed.
Roger moves his hand out of the way as she finishes pulling it all the way up. His breath was too warm and tasting of beer as he leaned in further, crouching down to be in her crotch line. She resisted the urge to shiver and held her breath as a lone finger parted her slit between the fabric.
His fingers were dirty, tainting what was underneath but her pussy throbs. She was getting turned on to just standing near naked for her uncle but she would admit that.
Melissa bites her inner cheek hating how her body was conflicting with her thoughts.
"When have you last shaved?" He asks as if this was something communicated between family members, finger trying to dip dangerously close to her hole. She stills.
"Two weeks ago after my period," Melissa mumbles in place as that answer pleased her uncle.
He nods his head as he feels over, spinning her hips around enough so he could see the back side. She felt objectified like a doll but had no say in what her uncle wanted. She just hoped this would be over soon.
His hands glide everywhere and then stop. She can finally breathe again with her frantic heart racing in her chest.
"Fuck you're growing up too fast," Roger breaths past his lips and returns to his true height nodding in approval further.
Roger was soaking her all in. Her cheeks are embarrassingly red and he chuckles at her bashfulness.
He was done pointing to her skirt on the floor, already turning to leave. He gives her a command, "keep them on, you'll need it later."
That did not bode well for Melissa.