My uncle became a clumsy fool once more, writhing around at the sensation of being stroked not just by a stranger’s hand, but by his youngest n!ece�...�s. I couldn’t even tell who was in charge now as I continued jerking my uncle. I couldn’t even tell if it was he who pushed forward, or myself who pulled him in until the tip of his cock’s head was once again rubbing against my clit as I stroked his shaft. As a novice, I knew my handjob wasn’t great. I’m not sure it was even good, but it had my. His dick was flopping back and forth as he dried his hair with the towel. His head came up as he took the towel off of it and caught me staring at his dick. He smiled and said, "You like what you see?" I sarcastically retorted, "Oh yeah. Oh boy do I wish I could just blow you right now." Although I tried to keep it in a joking tone, in my mind I was actually serious. As he laughed he said, "Well why don't you?" I just laughed and went back to doing whatever it was I was doing. About and hour. Neha then continued, “The way you held my hand, the way you hugged me, the way your hands moved on my back, and…” She couldn’t go on. She was blushing and smiling. I held her face with both my hands and turned her to face me. She was blushing red. I asked, “And?”.Neha just smiled. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore and I moved closer and kissed her lips. I felt her soft, petite, juicy lips on mine. Her lips parted a little as I explored her. My hands started moving all over her. We were. "I shook my head. "Why didn't you just say that? I know that." I was slightly irritated because she wasn't getting to the point.The smile that had been there faded. That wasn't what I wanted."Tabitha, I'm just trying to understand and you haven't gotten to the point yet. Please tell me. Whatever this news is, I'll..." I stopped. I had held her arms while talking to her and through the contact she felt different. Her elation was still there but hidden because she thought I was upset. I started.