She made certain that the clothes she wore clung tightly around her midriff to accentuate the size of her firm, full tits, the smallness of her waist, and the flaring arch of her hips.
He started staring at her more and more. And, whenever he was alone with her, the stare became more open and hill of desire. It frightened Sada but, at the same time, it thrilled her to think she could have such power over such a man.
Then it went further and Sada didn't discourage it. His eyes seemed to devour her, making her feel naked. His hands would always be accidentally brushing against her ass or across her breasts as he pretended to reach for something. It became a game for Sada – dangerous, but exciting.
Maybe it was a lack of attention caused by the absence of her father. Sada didn't know, but she enjoyed the times her uncle's sad eyes would light up when they moved over the sensual curves of her body. It was as if her uncle's eyes were trying to caress her ass cheeks or cup her breasts. She could almost feel his eyes touch her.
Then, even with Meg in the house, Sada started leaving her bedroom door open a little when she went to bed. It became sort of an adventure to lay in bed and wait for her uncle's footsteps coming up the stairs, his long pause outside her room, his uneven breathing while he stood there.
Then came the inevitable. Meg was gone for a weekend and Sada was left alone in the house with Uncle Phil. They had dinner and then watched television. At least Sada watched television. Phil watched her. At last she rose, stretched, and said she was tired.
She said good-night to Phil and went to her room. She left the night light on beside her bed and the door ajar.
She could hear her uncle moving up the stairs on stealthy tiptoes. She got into bed and made believe she was asleep. She even tried to look softer, innocent, younger than her years, nudging her cheek into the pillow.
Then she purposely slid a smooth, rounded leg out from under the covers, flexed it, and then stretched it out straight. Her eyes slit open slightly to see Phil's hand jerk down to his crotch. He was standing at the foot of the bed, and he closed his eyes, trying to relax his grip on his prick, but he couldn't.
His hand began to move and he tightened the hold, and the look on his face told her the juices in his body were coming alive, surging downward toward his cock. He dragged his cock from inside his pants and squeezed it, then pointed it at her naked flesh.
It was the first cock she had ever seen fully hard. It was huge and it made her whole body shudder with a need she never knew existed before. He stood for a long time at the foot of the bed, his handsome face grotesquely contorted in lust as he stared at her curved body beneath the sheets.
Then, with a small groan, he turned and staggered from the room.
After he left, she realized what the sight of his cock had done to her. She was soaking wet between her thighs. Then she felt ashamed of herself, felt her cunt rise, felt tiny goose bumps prickling across her body, realizing that the sight of Phil had thrilled her. And the plunging throbs and the wet friction of her hand on her crotch caused her pleasure, then a breath-gripping orgasm. She clenched her teeth and let the air hiss out, allowing herself a secret smile at the new and wonderful experience, sure at that moment that her uncle was the only man who could ever raise her body to such a pitch of passion.
She was determined that the following night it would be more than just fingers that would nudge against her heated clitoris.
The next night she retired even earlier, again leaving her door ajar. Instead of donning pajamas as usual, she crawled into bed nude.
Again she heard him climb the stairs. Her body tensed and then went limp when she heard his footsteps go on by her door. What was wrong? He didn't even look into the room. She had been even more brazen than ever that evening.
Then she heard his shoeless feet pad back down the hall and saw his shoulders full across the door. She had kicked the sheet from her nude body in exasperation when he had passed the first time. Now it was too late to retrieve the cover.
She slumped her head back and closed her eyes as her uncle entered the room. As before, he strode directly to the foot of the bed. The difference this time was the fact that all he wore was his robe. And it was open.
His huge, throbbing cock stood rigid. He leaned against the bed and began slowly pumping his fist back and forth on his prick.
As if turning and tossing in her sleep, Sada let her knees fall open and her hand fall across the soft patch of her pubic mound. He groaned aloud and began pumping, his cock even faster.
Neither of them could take the building passion in their bodies.
She opened her eyes. "I'm not asleep, Uncle Phil."
"Sada… I…" He smiled, his eyes sweeping over her generous breasts, down over her rounded hips and long silken legs. Her face was utterly calm and without expression.
It was an eerie sensation, staring directly into his eyes, knowing she was about to fuck him.
"What do you want me to do, Sada?"
She raised her arms and motioned him to her. When he did, she embraced him.
He smiled as he watched her pink tongue quickly darting around her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she leaned into him, claiming his lips with her own. Her breath caught sharply as she felt his length of warm, wet tongue slither into her mouth, her body trembling as he curled his tongue around hers and sucked it firmly as they kissed.
When he casually dropped his hand to her leg; her knees automatically parted. He moved his hand gently on the smoothness of her thigh, and she could feel his breath quicken in her mouth, her own tongue dancing excitedly as he stroked higher, moving his hand over her enticing leg. He moaned as he caressed softly, moving from one leg to the other, higher and higher, feeling her tender flesh quivering as her legs seemed to part slowly with no will of their own.
As her legs parted, it was his turn to tremble as her bare knee brushed against his thigh, then carefully it rest between his legs, pressed gently against the rising bulge of his cock. Sada quivered at the contact and as Phil plunged his tongue down her throat, arching his now fully erect and throbbing prick against her knee, and he heard the soft mewling sound of lust purring deep within her. Moving more confidently, he cupped his hand between her twitching thighs, rubbing firmly against her pussy.
Sada squirmed sensuously, panting. "Oh, Uncle Phil," into his mouth as he slipped his fingers into the tender folds of her cuntlips.
Her knee was now rubbing firmly up and down the hard outline of his cock, but her thoughts were more centralized on the warm, slick moisture filling her pulsing cunt as he slipped his middle finger into the clinging sheath, his thumb finding her cunt, rubbing it as he fingered her.
Gasping as he pulled his lips from hers, he smiled back at her. She was totally aroused and making no move to stop the delightful things his hand was doing to her pussy.
She traced her fingertips over his lips, saying softly, "Oh, God, Uncle Phil, that feels so good!"
He pulled her unresisting hand to his crotch, forcing her fingers to the jumping outline of his aroused cock.
When Sada, almost frantic now, felt the hard bulge jumping against her hand, she cried out softly, closing her hand over it and squeezing as she leaned forward to kiss him again.
He stared into her blank eyes as they broke the kiss, smiling at the look of awe on her face as she closed her hand around the enormous girth of his stretching prick. Sada looked down at the throbbing shaft standing from his hairy crotch like a gleaming lance of flesh, the crimson bulb of the bead, swollen and pulsing with life as she ran her hand up and down the hard, jerking rod.