I tried to forget what happened last night with grandpa in the bathroom. I woke up and remembered that Uncle Fred was coming today. I hadn't seen him since he'd left for the navy, and my heart fluttered at the thought of his strong arms and charming smile.

The house was a whirlwind of greetings and laughter as relatives popped in and out, eager to embrace the young woman who had blossomed into a beauty while they were away. Uncle Fred was the last to arrive, his uniform impeccably pressed, a stark contrast to the casual attire of the rest of the family. Bella's cheeks grew hot as he stepped into the living room, his gaze lingering on me in a way that made me feel both exposed and desired. When he finally approached me, I threw herself into his arms, feeling the firmness of his muscular chest against my soft breasts. He squeezed me tightly, his hand sliding down to my lower back before I could protest, his fingers grazing the top of my ass cheek.

My breath hitched as I felt his thumb press into the crevice of my buttocks, and I stiffened for a moment before he released her. The room buzzed with chatter, and I hoped no one had noticed the brief, intimate touch. I couldn't shake the feeling of his hand on my body, and the way it had sent a jolt of something I didn't quite understand. As we broke apart, I caught a glint of mischief in his eye, and I felt a strange thrill mixed with dread. Was he aware of what he'd just done?

Dinner was a flurry of activity, with aunts and uncles passing dishes laden with food around the large oak table. My grandma, a plump, cheerful woman with a penchant for telling embarrassing childhood stories, regaled the family with tales of Bella's youth. Each time I felt the fabric of my skirt shift slightly, I was aware of Uncle Fred's leg brushing against my thigh. I tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the warmth of the gravy and the crunch of the roast potatoes. But every time I reached for a piece of bread, my hand trembled, and I felt his gaze on my cleavage, a silent reminder of his earlier transgression.

The evening grew late, and the family began to disperse, retreating to their various corners of the house. Bella, feeling a peculiar tension coil in my stomach, offered to help my grandma with the dishes. The kitchen was a sanctuary of sorts, filled with the comforting scents of cinnamon and pine from the Christmas cookies baking in the oven. As we worked side by side, Uncle Fred slipped into the room, his eyes never leaving my tits. He leaned against the counter, watching me. "You've really grown up, Bella," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.

My grandma, oblivious to the tension, bustled around, placing Tupperware containers over the remaining food. "Why don't you two go catch up in the den?" she suggested, patting me on the shoulder. "I've got this under control." With a knowing wink, she shooed us out of the kitchen, and I felt my face flush under Uncle Fred's scrutinizing gaze.

The den was dimly lit, the glow of the Christmas tree casting shadows across the room. Uncle Fred led my to the plush couch, the leatmy cool against my legs as I sat. He took a seat next to her, a little too close for comfort, and I felt the heat from his thigh press against hers. The silence grew heavy, and I could hear the crackle of the fireplace as it spit out embers. He leaned in, his breath hot against my neck, and whispered, "I've missed you, Bella." His hand found hers, and I felt his thumb trace circles around my palm, his grip firm and deliberate.

My body responded in ways I didn't expect—my heart raced, and I felt a dampness bloom between my thighs. I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice amidst the tumult of sensations. "It's good to see you too, Uncle Fred," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in closer, his eyes darkening, and I could smell the faint scent of his cologne—musky and intoxicating. I was torn between pulling away and leaning into his embrace, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

Suddenly, Uncle Fred's hand slipped from mine, and I watched, frozen, as it traveled up my arm, his thumb tracing the delicate skin of my inner wrist. my breath hitched, and I could feel my pulse pounding beneath his fingertips. He reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his knuckles grazing the side of my face. His touch was featherlight, yet it sent a bolt of electricity through my body, making my nipples tighten against the fabric of my shirt. I closed my eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation, and when I opened them again, I found him staring at me with an intensity that made my stomach flip.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress. "I've thought about you so much, Bella. I couldn't help myself." He leaned in, and I felt his warm breath against my cheek. His hand slid from my wrist to my shoulder, his fingers skimming the neckline of my sweater. Bella's breath grew shallow as I felt the heat of his palm seep through the material, making my skin prickle with anticipation. my body was responding to his touch in a way that I had never felt before—a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Panic began to set in as Uncle Fred's hand ventured lower, his thumb brushing against the swell of my breast. I swallowed a gasp, trying to find the words to protest, but they remained lodged in my throat. He must have sensed my tension because his grip tightened, his thumb pressing harder into the soft flesh. "Uncle Fred, please," I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper. "We can't do this." But the words came out more like a plea than a command.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot and urgent against my neck. "Why not?" he murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "You're legal now, Bella. And I've wanted you for so long." His otmy hand moved to my thigh, squeezing it firmly as he began to inch closer to her. His aggression grew more pronounced with each passing second, his hand moving higmy up my leg until it was dangerously close to my center.

Bella's mind raced as I felt the weight of his hand on my thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles that sent shockwaves through my body. I squirmed, trying to find the resolve to push him away, but my body was betraying her. I felt a wetness spreading between my legs, and I knew I was moments away from giving in to the dark, seductive thrill of his touch. "Uncle Fred," I pleaded, my voice shaking, "please, stop." But even as I said the words, I didn't want him to.

With a sudden movement that made my gasp, Uncle Fred's hand darted upward, grabbing the bottom of my corset and pulling it upwards. The fabric caught on my breasts, and I felt them spill out, heavy and exposed in the cold air. He stared, his eyes wide and hungry, and I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride at the way he was ogling me. "Look at these," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "So big, so ripe." His hand closed around one, squeezing gently before he leaned in to whisper in my ear. "How big are they, Bella? Tell me how much you've been hiding from me."

My cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal as I tried to form the words. "They're...they're 30F," I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. His grip tightened, and I felt his thumb flick my erect nipple.

"Thirty...fuck," he breathed, his voice ragged with desire. "So big, so full." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "I've got to see more of these." He tugged my corset further down, exposing my bare tits.

My breasts sprang free, the weight of them heavy and full in the cold air. Uncle Fred groaned, his eyes never leaving the swell of my flesh. He cupped both breasts in his large, calloused hands, weighing them, feeling the softness of my skin against his palms. "Fuck me," he murmured, his thumbs teasing my nipples into hard peaks. "These are fucking perfect." The dirty words coming from his mouth only served to excite my further, and I found herself leaning into his touch, my body begging for more.

He took one of my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a sharp pinch. I gasped, the sensation shooting straight to my core, making my wetter than she'd ever been.

“You've got a set of tits that could make a man forget his own name, Bella. Thirty fucking F's, huh?" He leaned down, his tongue tracing a wet line from my collarbone to the peak of one nipple. I moaned. "These are fucking incredible," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot and damp.

My mind was racing, trying to reconcile the man she'd known my whole life with the one mauling my breasts in front of the Christmas tree. But his touch was too good, too powerful to resist. Uncle Fred grinned wickedly, his teeth glinting in the low light. "You know your Daddy always talks about how much he'd love to get his hands on these big, beautiful tits. How much he wants to fuck them." His thumbs circled my areolas. "Your Daddy has quite the imagination."

The revelation sent a shiver down my spine. My father had always been protective, but I’d never thought he could say that. "He...he can't mean it," I murmured, though my voice lacked conviction.

Uncle Fred chuckled darkly, his grip on my breasts tightening. "Oh, he does, Bella. Every time we have a few drinks, he can't help himself. He talks about how young and fresh you are, how those huge tits of yours are just begging to be played with." His tongue flicked out, tracing my areola before he took my nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. I gasped, my back arching instinctively. The sensation was so intense, it bordered on pain, and I found I liked it.

"Every man wants these," he murmured, switching to the other breast. "Your daddy, your teachers, your friends' dads, your college classmates. They all want a taste." He paused, looking up at me with a smirk. His hand slid downmy torso, his fingers slipping beneath my skirt. I felt the fabric of my panties dampen as he stroked me through them, his touch unyielding and demanding.

"And every Sunday at church every man can’t stop staring at your big fucking tits" he continued, his thumb pressing against my clit in a slow, deliberate motion. "You sit there in church, trying to be good, but every man there wants to feel these big tits in their hands, to bury their faces between them and suck on those sweet nipples." He pinched my lightly, and I gasped, my eyes rolling back in my head. "And you know what, Bella? Even Father O'Reilly isn't immune. I've caught him staring at you more times than I can count. Such an old perv but I can’t blame him”

Bella's mind reeled at the thought of the priest lusting after her, his eyes tracing the same path that Uncle Fred's hands were currently taking. It was a sinful image, but I couldn't help the thrill that shot through me. "That can't be true," I whispered, though my voice was laced with doubt.

"Oh, it is, Bella," Fred said with a knowing smirk. "Every man has his dirty little thoughts, and you, my sweet, bring them out in everyone." His hand slipped deeper, his fingers parting my folds to find my clit, and he began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles. "Even when you're dressed like an angel, they can't help but think of the nasty things they'd do to you."

My eyes widened, my breath coming in short gasps as Uncle Fred's words painted a vivid picture of the men I knew from church, men she'd looked up to and respected, reduced to nothing more than lecherous perverts in my mind. I felt a strange thrill, knowing that I had the power to make them lose control, to make them ache for my in a way that was as sinful as it was exciting.