A Story Sparks A Memory

Oh, but I bless the day I discovered my clit! My vagina was still something I was a little wary of at the time this happened. I had pushed an experimental finger gently, very VERY gently through the hole in my hymen and inside, but I knew that little flap on skin had to go. (Later that year, I would remove it myself). 

When in puberty, teenage girls often sit in unladylike-like positions. To start with, it’s because it itches a bit down there as pubes come in, and the wetness starts in earnest, and partly it’s because we’ll, that’s how we’ve always sat. Subtly, gently, we get the idea that having our legs open is a nice feeling. Men’s eyes….even men in our families will flicker over us before looking away embarrassed. I learned to love that moment when I saw a man’s eye make contact with my panty crotch. Knowing there was only a thin layer of cotton between his eyes and my sex was (and still is) intensely arousing for me. 

But this happened….hmm let me think now…..I guess I had turned 15 maybe only a couple of months before. I knew my clit well, and could masturbate to, orgasm any time I liked which felt very grown up. I’d also learned a variety of ways in which to do it. 

This particular day, my uncle was staying with us for three days on a business trip. My mum’s brother is a 100% laugh a minute, and he used to delight in picking me up and tossing me in our pool….sometimes fully clothed!. I loved the strength of him, and I think, looking back, that I liked it because of feelings not to do with his strength. 

Sometimes, he’d tickle me (and Ali). Now, I am absolutely convinced that on his part, there was nothing sexual in it. That said, sometimes, there would be a touch of his hand against my boobs as I wriggled free, or on one occasion, his hand slipped between my legs. 

Anyway….this particular day in question, I was definitely feeling very horny. I was at the stage when I used to be very aware of being wet…mainly because I adore the feeling of wet panties…it makes me feel powerful. So, I knew I was wet, I also knew I was feeling really horny, and the more I thought about it, the more I realised how little it would take to make me cum. 

Miss Brain was just starting to exert her dirty influence in my life, and she popped the question “I wonder if your mum and your uncle ever fooled around when they were teenagers?” Anything incesty was a deliciously taboo thing, and merely posing the question set my clit tingling and sent another gush of fluid into my already wet undies. 

I sat on our couch, cross-legged and pretended to read a book. I knew my skirt would expose my crotch, and I knew, if he came into the room and even glanced at me, he would see a wet stain on the outside of my panties. 

When he eventually came into the room and sat opposite me, I was scarcely able to breathe. I was begging…praying for him to look at me, and when he did, his eyes locked between my legs….and stayed there. I could just about see him over the book I had if I kept my head down and raised my eyes almost painfully high in their sockets. 

I was almost too scared to breathe. Miss Brain started speaking to me. “Look…he’s staring right at your wet little cunt….I bet he’s imagining what you look like under your messy panties…..I wonder if he’s thinking of what it would be like to touch you…kiss you there…lick you…..maybe, he’s even thinking about fucking you. Look….he hasn’t moved. It’s been a few minutes now and he still hasn’t torn his eyes away from you…..so……do.it. Do it now.” 

Huh? I had no idea what “Do it now” meant. That’s when Miss Brain took full navigational control of my right hand. She made it turn a page in the book, and then, cool as anything, just guided it between my legs and made my middle finger just give myself an ‘innocent’ little scratch or three….well…maybe four…..ok, ok, maybe five or six….teen. All I know is that while my uncle watched me, I came softly into my panties right there on the couch. 

Then, cheeky as Miss Brain can be, I looked up from my book. He snatched his eyes away from my crotch and I pretended I’d just noticed him come into the room. ‘Oh… hi Uncle….blah blah…blah.” 

We talked as easily as we ever did, but Miss Brain noticed, and pointed out to me, a large bulge in his pants. I did that. I made that happen. I don’t think I had ever felt more powerful up to that point in my life. Even the panty flashing we did at school paled into insignificance along side of this. This was real power. 

But it had consequences too. He never touched me again after that morning. No more tickling games. No more throwing me in the pool. The only physical contact was a hand on my shoulder or a gentle squeeze of my arm by way of greeting or farewell. 

BUT….I have no way of knowing this for certain, but I bet anything that he went to his room and masturbated over me and my wet panties. 

At any rate….I so hope he did. 

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