My Uncle Benny Pt. 3 - Sex Stories

My Uncle Benny Pt. 3

... shovel a little crap, ain't worth the crap he's shoveling!" Uncle Benny's laugh boomed out. Mom and Jessie just looked at him and grinned. "I think I probably said that to get you to help me clean the barn!" Both of the others started to laugh along. I could feel the warmth of shame rise into my cheeks. I fought hard to keep the tears from brimming up in my eyes. I guess now I knew where I stood. I was just the little, immature girl that was there till something better came along. I wanted to run away and cry. My mom looked at the clock. "Honey, why don't you go get the salad, and we will move this to the dinning room?" I lowered my eyes to the floor and muttered an okay. I walked into the kitchen wishing I was anywhere but here. The tears finally came to the surface and started to flow. Maybe I could just walk out the door and run to Brittni's house. As I was getting the salad plates from the cupboard, I heard the door open, and heavy footsteps behind me. I knew they belonged to my Uncle, and there was no way I was going to turn around and give him the pleasure of seeing my tears. Without word, or warning he grabbed me by my ponytail. He pulled back hard! Not hard enough to hurt, but with enough force to drag my head back and get my attention. Before I could make any sound of protest, he stepped around me, put his other hand around my back, and kissed me! My mind was outraged! How dare he! Didn't he know how mad I was at him? Didn't he care that he had hurt me? I wanted to ...

... scream, to hit, to lash out and do physical harm. He had no right to do this! Just one small problem though. My body responded almost immediately. I could feel my heart start to race. A small spark of desire started in my tummy, and quickly grew to a flame that was racing through my insides. Despite myself, my hand reached up and went around to his neck. My tongue danced forward and twined with his. I pulled him in harder and lifted up on my toes to be closer to him. Everything bad that was inside of me melted away into his kiss. My breath sped up, and I could feel tingles racing over every nerve. His hand released my hair, and slid softly across my neck, over my cheek, and grasped my chin gently. With one last little kiss to my lips, he pulled back. With my eyes still closed I let out a small sigh, I didn't want this moment to end. I opened my eyes to find that he hadn't backed away much. He was still close, almost nose to nose, looking me right in the eye. In a very quiet voice he spoke, without letting his gaze waver. "Kaylee, Sweetheart. I love you! You are the ONLY one I want." All of my worries and insecurities just drifted away. He was so intense, and so sincere that I couldn't help but believe him. All I could do was stutter a lame "okay". "You gotta stop now." He whispered. "You are acting like a little brat, and your mother is going to start to wonder why." I tried to protest, but there was no real feeling to it. "You are hitting on her though." I whined, acting just ...