As I drove home later that day, my pussy tingled the entire way as I daydreamed about sex with my cousin. Mmmmmmm, talk about providing some inspiration for fucking my uncle! By the time I got home I had my plan all worked out, now I just need to put it into action.
Chapter 4 – Flirting With My Uncle Jim
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There was only one place where I regularly saw my uncle and that was Sunday morning services at church. Thus if I had any hopes at all of following Kristi’s suggestions, that was where I had to make my move. Of course, there was one little problem – it WAS church so it wasn’t like I could dress like a hooker and seduce him. In the past I had done a lot of things at church but the common factor was that it was usually the thrill of not getting caught or being more flirty than outright sexual. There was something about crossing your legs slowly in church seemed to turn on guys more than anything sometimes, especially when they got a look at your inner thighs in the process, just enough to make them wonder if you were wearing panties or not.
My mother was already distraught enough over the whole thing so I decided to leave her out of my plans. Besides, what could she do to help anyway? No, I was on my own this time. The day started out as most Sundays do, with me stopping by my parents to give my dad a little present before church. Our tradition of sex on Sunday mornings was more for his benefit than mine. Typically he would just lift my dress and fuck me without taking anything off. Since I almost never wore panties to church, all he had to do was lift my skirt and have a go at me.
It always seemed to be the same – I would show up late, my dad would be rock hard waiting for me, my mom would fuss about us being late for church and for him to hurry up, he would cum in me, and then there was the mad dash to get to the service on time. Sitting in the pews with your dad’s fresh cum inside of you certainly makes the service a lot easier to listen to!
With it being winter – and a cold day at that, it would have been a little out of place to wear some frilly summer dress that exposed my boobs and ass so that was out of the question. Instead, I chose to go with the basics – a tight black skirt and a white blouse. The skirt hugged my hips and came down to within a few inches of my knees – rather long by my usual standards but actually it helped to show off my thighs the way it hugged them. The blouse wasn’t sheer but thin enough that it wasn’t a mystery as to what color my bra was underneath. Yes, I was wearing a bra. With an outfit like this, I’ve found that wearing a colored bra (black in this case) was actually more erotic and got more looks than going bare breasted. Even back in grade school I realized that there was something about seeing a girl’s underwear that never failed to turn on the boys. Grown men are no different as they’re just the same boys now with bigger dicks.
My uncle and his family were in a pew just in front of us. We were too late to get a seat next to them but I think my dad actually preferred it this way. I noted that he somehow managed to maneuver himself into a seat right behind Tammy. Every time we stood up to sing a hymn (Presbyterians STAND when they sing), his eyes appeared to be looking down at the hymnal but I knew better. If you looked closely you could have seen that they were focused not on hymnal but rather on the tight little ass in front of him. Tammy was wearing a cute little denim skirt and it showed off her bare legs nicely. I also noticed that when he sat down, the hymnal stayed in his lap! Not too hard to guess why (sorry, couldn’t resist the pun.)