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|01-21-2012, 10:58 AM||#1|
Guardian of the Snow
Join Date: Jan 2008
Just old uncle and me.
I have been working on this little story for a bit and thougth I would see what people think of it; any suggestions you have or critique will be appreciated.
Hello, my name is “Tabatha” for this story. I stand just a little over 5’ 7” and 113 pounds soaking wet. My breasts are not massive, or even ‘endowed;’ they are just a handful, and match my body – I love to run and climb so very little fat is to be found anywhere on me. My eyes though, are what are wild; they are amethyst fires that can easily unnerve people.
I live with my uncle Daniel, my adoptive uncle who I love greatly; he is just shy of 48 and 6 feet of muscled, rock solid frame. Blue eyes dance with his accumulated wisdom and ever ready humorous wit. While his hairline is in full retreat, he has maintained a massive beard nearly the length of my forearm and a great, twirling handlebar mustache.
So then let’s get on with the story…
I had been living with my uncle for some time now on his farm. This little wonder of the world is located high in the hills and is not so much a ‘farm’ in the traditional sense; for he grows rare and exotic herbs, spices, plants and flowers in a special series of greenhouses. During the wintertime, as it is now, activity crawls to a virtual halt and there is not much to do beyond a short daily list of chores and some cleanup work with the plants.
We had a massive snowstorm come suddenly this night; the weatherman claiming it ‘just showed up’ and then dumped over three feet of snow. Sitting in the living room and looking up stuff on the internet I could hear the howling of the wind, driving the snow into a whiteout condition. Temperatures outside of 50 below or more are reported, yet inside it remains warm thanks to the roaring fire in the heart that Daniel has prepared; we have plenty of wood as well in case this storm is a long one.
My 19th birthday is today, and I wanted to have some fun; being stuck in this place for my “Big 19” was the greatest bummer you can imagine. The radio was just getting me into the groove with some good songs when the only station we could pick up in the storm went off the air abruptly – no warning, just silence. I asked my uncle about this and he said it happens in such storms, though I could try to call the station and see if there was any information given.
I dialed the number, and…no connection? Just the message that service is unavailable in the area; right after that we lost the internet. I was in a real pout now, face scrunched up and ears laying flat back on my head. “At least we still have the lights.” My mood perked up a bit as I smelled what Daniel has been working on in the kitchen for so long – a cake! And not just any regular old cake!
Strawberry…nutmeg…honeysuckle pollen and a dozen other spices, their scents hit my nose like a cornucopia of treasures waiting to be examined and their mysteries shown to the world. Oh how my mouth watered and my ears popped upward. I could hear him setting something on top of that cake – candles most likely.
Beep. The game I have been downloading finishes. It’s a game of ‘truth or dare – unlimited edition.’ It sounded fun to play, nothing could be bad, just answering questions and crazy, fun dares to be completed. A perfect for my birthday; assuming I can get uncle to play as well.
I hear him coming out of the kitchen, singing a mangled, severely off key, “Happy Birthday to you” as he brings out that sweet smelling cake. Wonderful! This makes up for being snowbound on my birthday! Even in the worst of conditions old uncle tries to make something good out of a bad moment; such optimism he has with a ‘never say die’ attitude.
I was right, seeing the two numeric shaped candles in a ‘nineteen’ on top. The little flames danced weakly atop each of them.
Everything goes crazy in one moment:
The lights abruptly went out.
In the sudden darkness Uncle Daniel tripped over a chair leg; as he falls towards the ground, his arms shoot out to steady himself while the serving tray – with the cake – goes airborne.
The tray landed well short of me.
The candles fall to the floor, flames extinguishing on the way down.
As for the cake; direct hit. I let out a yell of equal parts disbelief, shock and pique. Uncle Daniel called out if I was alright and just heard my use of some very descriptive language to make anyone blush in polite company. He called out for me to calm down and wait until he got a light going with the emergency generators. I have to admit, standing in the darkness, arms crossed and covered in cake and frosting does wonders to keep a temper at or above “fuming.”
Once the power came back on for a couple of lights to be operated I looked at the damage done by the cakes impact. Old uncle got to listen to another series of screams, ranting, raving and more creative and so very descriptive language. In hindsight how he put up with it I just do not know; I guess he understood what I was going through.
My new cloths were utterly ruined, stained with green and purple frosting across the blouse and where it had slid down my pants and stockings! All of them bought just three days ago! Holding my mouth shut against the next wave of rage was not easy, nor the one after that. Leave it to old uncle to find humor in this mess. He just took a bit of the frosting onto his fingertip and tasted it.
“Not bad, not bad at all,” he said. With his wide, self depreciating grin my anger could not compete and joined him in a chuckle that built to a roaring laugh.
I took hold of his hand and looked at the remaining frosting on his finger and took it to my lips. Softly I tasted it first with my tongue and then pressed my lips over it, sucking off the remainder. A crazy, tingling feeling flowed about my body as I continued to do this, stroking my tongue about the tip. Oh my…I know that feeling…I get it around the good looking guys that make me glance back and turn away with a blush on my face!!!
Quicker than lightning I let his hand go; the blush on my face must have been wonderful to behold for I could feel the heat in my cheek, nose and throat. My ears lowered in embarrassment; not like they would in true embarrassment, just a partial curving that happens when I get turned on by someone near me.
“No, I can’t let this happen, he is my uncle Daniel for heavens sake,” I thought.
I wound up needing a shower and had to hurry before the water got cold; or as I should say, very, very frigid cold as it did halfway through. I hated leaving Daniel to clean the mess up, yet I could not stay with that feeling clinging to me. Maybe we can play that game I downloaded and have some fun – anything to get my mind off the matter.
During, and after my shower though one thing kept troubling me; every time I tried to put that feeling out of my mind it came back – sending a tingle through my body. No matter what I did I cannot get this feeling to stay away; I keep reminding myself as to how wrong it is, and one part of me keeps saying back “Why?”
Honestly, to that question I have no answer.
My cloths were ruined, stained so bad now they are fit only for rags or as a signal flag; though knowing uncle he will probably make them into fish lures. The only clothing I decided to wear now is just the t-shirt I sleep in and my underpants. One thing I absolutely refuse to wear unless necessary – and then under protest – is a bra, they are just too confining!
I asked an abashed Uncle if he would play the game with me; as my birthday is basically shot anyhow we may as well pass the time while the computers batteries last. Amazingly he agreed to play and quickly looked over the rules for the game – one eyebrow rising up in a bit of surprise. Pointing to the screen he explained this is a ‘no holds, everything goes game – and all players have to agree to do or tell whatever truth or dare comes up.”
I held up my hand as if in a court being sworn in, “I so promise to do all that is asked no matter how goofy or wacky it may be. Good enough Uncle?”
He altered one part of the game though, no booze would be permitted. Shish, I cannot win even on my birthday with him at times! Just rolling my eyes to the heavens; I then pantomime typing on a keyboard, “there shall be no booze for the cute little girl playing as she is 1 year, 11 months and 29 days too young according to the great and wise one called ‘Uncle Daniel the Wizard.’ “
My giggles got drowned out as he laughed like a roaring grizzly bear.
Here is how some of the rounds went:
Truth – have you ever let anyone watch as you undressed and pleasure yourself?
Emphatically no from me; no one has ever watched me undress or pleasure myself. I told him that I don’t do stuff like that; explaining that I am a proper lady after all. He then reminded me of five mornings this week alone where the sounds coming through my bedroom door were ‘rather loud and appropriate for what you were doing; especially the howls of delight.’ He chuckled at the flush running down me from ear tips to toes.
Dare – using a feather, tickle him/her on the abdomen for one minute. If they giggle or laugh then continue the tickling for one more minute per reaction until they no longer can do so.
Simple enough save that playing a feather across his six-pack abdomen gets no response. NONE, nothing at all from him; it’s as if he does not feel it. Now on the next turn this dare came up again; that blasted feather did it’s magic all too well. He had me roaring and squirming so hard that even trying to push him away was futile. I wound up falling from the couch down to the floor. At that point he switched from my abdomen to my foot and got me laughing even harder.
From my position of being flat on my back and seeing him holding my foot I had that feeling creep back up on me; again I am getting turned on by Daniel! Swallowing hard I kind of scooted backwards to get my foot loose.
Sitting down on the couch again I wound up right next to him, brushing hip to hip. He just looked at me with a puzzled expression; then came the knowing look – somehow he figured out what I was feeling, and a quick look down showed how – my nipples were standing at full attention through the flimsy shirt material!
“Tabatha, you are finally growing up.”
Truth – describe the most erotic outdoor location you have had sex with someone and tell the story.
Oh man what a story – as crazy as it sounds I could see it happening with him. He explained how him and his then girlfriend went under a wooden bridge a park; there was an outdoor theater production going on and under that bridge him and his girl made, in his words, ‘the most musical serenade that accompanied the harmonies of the opera itself for all to hear.’
He described the tenderness of her breasts as his hands played about and on each one, taking turns to caress the nipples between sweet kisses and twirling of tongue and lips over them. How she groaned and twittered about as his hands found the pleasurable sights of her sides and thighs. Her breath turning shallow and the dreamy expression that crossed her face as she got more and more aroused. Those precious ruby red lips nibbled on by her teeth and eyes lolling upward into her head…how she held onto the beam of wood as he went down on her, tasting the saltiness of her skin and using each letter of the alphabet to get the most intense sensations for her delight.
I realized as he went on just about going down on her that I was getting damp down between my thighs. I felt my own breath becoming shallower, scents sharper – especially his manly musk-smell. His leg kept up a steady tapping of my outer thigh muscle; a series of electric like pulses up my nerves and fired off like fireworks in my brain. My eyes drifted away, dreaming of myself in place of the girlfriend…feeling uncles tongue and fingers working on me, caressing and teasing my vagina as I head towards an earth shattering climax…
I wound up looking sheepishly at him as it dawned that he was no longer speaking. His hand supported his chin and those eyes dancing with laughter at my embarrassment. When he asked me if I was alright I had to quickly say yes and down a glass of water to lamely cover up the daydream.
The next hand-count of truths involved things as what our favored food is? How hot can we stand spices? How many girls have we dated so far in our lives?
The dares were even easier – eat six of the hottest peppers available and hold off getting the water for as long as possible. I actually lasted on this one longer than uncle Daniel did; he started hooting and guzzling water down like he was under a waterfall. In the end his face had turned red – never eat six peppers called Dark Naga Jolokai. I guess he never understood I eat the things on my sandwiches.
Dare – If female flash your breasts at your partner.
Oh no. Now this thing is getting up there some. I lifted my shirt up in one flowing motion, promptly ripping it as the fabric caught on part of the couch. What a sight it must have been for him, my arms and torn shirt above my head, breasts bared for him to see.
I just looked down as nonchalant as possible. “I guess my imitation of the she-hulk needs some work yet.”
I tied the remains of my shirt back about me as I could to cover them up again. This birthday just keeps getting weirder and weirder. The thing is though; I felt a thrill run up me with the way he looked at them. Each time as my turn came up, I made sure to casually stretch over him to press the control on the computer; I wanted him to see both breasts through the flimsy material as much as possible.
We had some of the usual bare bone basic questions and dares, nothing spicy or racy; fairly boring to be quite honest. Yet on this one time I hit a wrong button for the game, and all of a sudden it said “maximum dare being determined.”
I just looked at uncle with a “what have I just messed up now” look. It’s that kind most people have on their faces just before all Hades breaks loose and the universe up and dumps everything down on your head.
Dare – orally stimulate your partner for three minutes – if your partner is male; then if he hits orgasm swallow the results of your success.
“Oh damn.” I stated so flatly uncle actually chuckled. My mouth was covered by both hands become fists as the reality of the situation sunk in more and more. I have never done anything like this before, let alone actually SEEN a man’s manhood. The heat of my blush extending from cheeks to my neck and the rest of me must have been obvious as his chuckle continued again.
“Tabatha listen you do not have to do this. We can stop right here and now.” He said. I shook my head and told him I had agreed to go through with the game and have to do this. Turning about to face him I pulled up on the couch onto my knees and watched as he undid his belt and britches. He shifted enough to lower them and his underwear to mid thigh and I got to see his cock; becoming erect in the air and with the anticipation of what will come shortly.
Just staring at it made me wonder how I was going to take all of its length into my mouth; mind you he is not that big, yet still it is huge for the first one ever seen by me! And then the crystal clear realization that some day one of them will be inside my vagina when I have my first time! How in the world am I supposed to do this and actually make it enjoyable?
I mean those women in the films are professionals; me, not even a rank amateur – more like newborn pink in such matters. Finally I had to ask uncle what he wanted done; explaining my fear of choking and such. Those fingers of his stroking my cheeks eased some of the moments stress while again stoking a sudden fire inside of me – unbelievable, that I am getting turned on this way.
He directed me first to just get used to the touch and feel of his manhood in my hands. Amazingly it was not as cold or clammy as other girls have told me about; the muscles and blood warm while responding to my strokes with both hands. Just as fascinating is the response of uncle himself; his breathing deepening and smile showing he loves this so much.
When I put my lips about the top, slowly moving up and down just a inch or so to where my tongue pressed against it, he gasped and moaned like a growling grizzly bear.
Sometime during the three minutes one of his hands went to my back, rubbing and caressing in swirling and tickling patterns; causing me to almost put my teeth into his manhood. Next I felt his hands slide up under my shirt, doing the same caressing patterns and finding spots sending me into shivers and quivers that generated lightning like flashes in my brain and body!
I freed one hand of mine to take hold of his and guide it under the remains of my shirt; to my bared breast (which is what I WANTED). His fingers making their first contact from the bottom and along the hanging wonder of womanhood sent chills of delight again along me, as did when the nipple was reached.
My body arched up suddenly, a jolt followed by a second and a third in quick sequence…lightning and fire erupting up and down each nerve, cell and center of sensual pleasure. Such is the intensity when they crash into one another like a Tsunami onto the shore I climaxed with unbelievable force. Colors and patterns swirled about my senses, the raw delight unlike any before.
My hand stroking him went into overdrive as his moans of desire deepened and echoed louder. And I thought I was loud when I got to pleasuring myself that much! He beats me by a mile! I can feel him fighting to keep from thrusting with his wild movements fully into my mouth – that would hurt for sure. His taste of salty and sweet is not bad – save for the instant he fully orgasms and I wind up tasting it for the first time ever – tasting like sea water leeched in salt brine – YEACH!!!
Yet I swallowed it down as the dare instructed – making the most ghastly face of disgust possible, one ear flung out hard to the side the other flat forward along my cheeks. I think drinking orange juice laced with turpentine and 200-proof Vodka that has been set alight with fire would taste better.
Old uncle just smiled with delight at me, and I did the best to return it to him. We did not play any more of the game that night; one intimate encounter being enough for the both of us – and he needed time to “recharge the old engine” as he put it.
Tonight we passed the evening cuddling, I held in his lap. Tomorrow though, he promises to watch me as I both undress and pleasure myself. Our relationship has changed and soon enough I want to be his lover; even if it is for a short time…oh how precious old uncle has become.
|01-21-2012, 08:41 PM||#3|
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Fantastic story! So sexy and well written and stylish. Really blew me away and left me wanting to read more of it.
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|01-21-2012, 11:48 PM||#4|
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A very fun and enjoyable read, with an interesting use of language that sets it apart from other stories on here. You should be applauded for that alone, and I welcome more stories like this. Hope there's more to come. Well done.
|01-22-2012, 04:07 AM||#5|
Guardian of the Snow
Join Date: Jan 2008
Thank you all for your kind comments; I will do my best for more stories such as this one. It will take some time as I am in the midst of preparing the next Charity series as well; so I must ask for you to be patient.
|07-14-2012, 02:14 AM||#7|
Guardian of the Snow
Join Date: Jan 2008
Some other stories you may like from the forum are:
"The hidden grotto" (one of my first)
"Brother Davis, Miss Minn, and the Mysterious Book."
"Of Love and War."
"The Assassins Gambit"
And my first epic for the forum...
"The Assassins Gambit: she with the amethyst eyes."
Also for a thread consisting of short stories "Cupids Corner," ongoing in the forum.
|07-16-2012, 03:56 PM||#8|
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|07-16-2012, 05:41 PM||#9|
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Thank you Snowleopard3200 for another fantastic story
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|07-17-2012, 07:31 PM||#10|
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