Chapter 2

Carla Bradford’s first floor apartment was a cozy, three-room space tucked away in a quiet neighborhood. The ten-minute drive from school to her home was usually filled with stops at the small shopping center in town, but today she drove straight home. Parking her car in the designated spot behind the building, Carla hurried inside.

Rushing into her bedroom, Carla wasted no time in shedding her clothes. With each layer peeled off, her natural beauty seemed to shine brighter. Her long hair cascaded down past her shoulders, its once dull and mousy color now transformed into a shimmering shade of frosted blonde. Despite being completely bare-faced, Carla’s reflection in the mirror exuded a radiance that only grew stronger as she shed more clothing.

The slight visibility of her rib cage, collar bone, and hip bones added to the youthful sensuality of her otherwise perfect figure. This feature also emphasized the size and fullness of her breasts, which were accentuated by her average height. Carla’s shapely legs stretched up towards her firm, well-rounded buttocks, making them all the more alluring.

Taking a moment to admire her naked form in the mirror, Carla’s eyes traveled over the pink buds of her swollen nipples against the pale blue-veined skin of her breasts. She then lingered on the triangle of curly brown hair that covered the prominent mound of her pubic bone.

No one seeing her in that moment would have thought of her as an ice queen. Her skin, taut and smooth, betrayed none of the wrinkles or imperfections that often come with time. She appeared almost ethereal, like a figure out of a painting rather than a real woman. The sensible clothes she usually wore in public were replaced with a simple white towel wrapped around her slender frame, revealing more of her natural beauty. But there was a reason for her seemingly mundane appearance - it was a way to blend in and avoid drawing any attention to herself, as if she were an outsider in this modern world.

With a sense of satisfaction, she took in every inch of herself before starting her shower.

Carla’s first sexual experience had been when she was only sixteen and not yet fully developed. She could still remember the incident with crystal clarity, even though it had happened more than twelve years ago.

One afternoon, she arrived back home from school earlier than usual to a quiet, empty house. Her mother was out visiting friends and her father was at work, as usual. But unexpectedly, she saw her Uncle Chris sitting in the living room, watching television. He was a bachelor who lived in France and was staying with them for a few days while finishing some business before returning to Paris.

He was a very handsome man and Carla, a teenager just beginning to learn how to deal with her sexuality, thought he was a ‘safe’ guy to practice with. As she approached him, she noticed he was asleep. She smiled and thought it would be fun to kiss him. She had already kissed guys of her own age, but had never done anything else. She leaned on him and her lips touched his, but there was no reaction. Emboldened, she reached with one hand and started to caress his crotch. For a few minutes she kept doing both things, until suddenly his arms hugged her and his mouth returned the kiss. Startled, she tried to stand up but he didn’t let her go.

At first, she found it amusing and exciting to have a man almost twice her age kissing her so intensely. However, as his advances became more insistent and his hands started roaming over her body, she felt uncomfortable and confused. Yes, she had started it, but she had thought he was asleep and nobody would ever know.

But now, she couldn’t deny the tingling sensations running through her body. However, until now her masturbation fantasies had been normally directed towards one or another teenage heartthrob, not to an older man. Despite having these feelings before, it was strange and unsettling to feel them in this context with a mature relative.

She desperately tried to push against him, her small frame struggling against his larger one. But her Uncle was skilled in the art of seduction, and his hands knew just where to touch to elicit a response from her. Despite her attempts to resist, she could feel her body betraying her as he explored her sensitive spots with expert precision. Her breathing became rugged and uneven, and she couldn’t help but part her thighs, succumbing to the sensations coursing through her. It was a new and exhilarating feeling of helplessness, one that both frightened and thrilled the young teenager. As his lips pressed against hers and his warm breath washed over her, she found herself unable to resist any longer. With each kiss, she felt herself melting into his advances, losing herself in the intensity of the moment.

She felt his hands pulling at her clothing and suddenly her tingling, developing breasts were free and naked to his eyes. Like many young women of her age, Carla was insecure about them so she tried to cover herself.

“Please don’t.” her Uncle told her. “They’re beautiful!” It was the right thing to say. Carla smiled shyly and uncrossed her arms.

“Do you really think so?” she asked him.

“They’re the most wonderful tits I’ve ever seen!” he told her, as his fingers plucked and played with the hardened pink points of her tingling nipples, until she began to shiver and pant in arousal. He looked down at her body, bared now to the waist. “Magnifique,” he murmured in French. “I need to kiss them right now.”

Carla saw his head dive for her breasts and the next moment all reality started to slip away from her as she felt his tongue lick and suck at her defenseless nipples. Never before in her life had she known such incredible sensations as his tongue continued to tease her flesh and seduce her senses. Her brain started to tell her it was wrong, but the rest of her body overruled it.

The next thing she knew, he was delicately taking off what little remained of her clothing - shorts, panties, flimsy training brassiere, socks and trainers. He carried her naked through the house into the guest bedroom, where he quickly stripped off his trousers and shorts and got onto the bed with her, still wearing his shirt. It was then that she noticed his penis, still hidden under his jockeys but the bulge marked its shape. Her loins started to ache for it.

She’d seen penises before, but only on her PC screen when she looked at porn, after bypassing the flimsy filters set up by her parents.

Carla tried to crawl away from her Uncle’s intimidating penis, although she was feeling a mix of fear and curiosity. She had never been this close to a man before, let alone one who was naked and aroused. Part of her wanted to run away, but another part of her couldn’t help but feel drawn towards him.

Her Uncle noticed her hesitation and he gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, mon coeur,” he said in a soothing voice. “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

Carla’s heart raced as she felt his hands caressing her body, leaving trails of fire wherever they touched. She could feel the heat radiating off his body as he pressed himself against her.

“Can I touch you?” he asked softly, his eyes locked on hers.

Carla found herself nodding before she knew what she was doing. She didn’t know why she was allowing this to happen, but there was something about her Uncle that made it hard for her to resist him.

His fingers traced down her stomach and between her legs, sending shivers through her body. She closed her eyes and bit back a moan as he began exploring the most intimate parts of her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in awe as his fingers trailed over the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.

Carla couldn’t believe how good it felt. She had touched herself many times before, but it never felt like this. Her Uncle seemed to know exactly where and how to touch her, making every nerve in her body come alive.

As his fingers continued their exploration, Carla’s hips started moving on their own accord, seeking more and more pleasure from his touch. But just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he suddenly stopped.

“Please, Uncle Chris,” Carla whimpered in frustration.

Her Uncle chuckled and lifted his head to look into her eyes. “Patience, mon coeur,” he said softly, stroking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I promise I will make you feel good.”

And with those words, he continued his exploration. His lips trailed down to her breasts, lingering over each nipple until they were hard and peaked. He took one in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it and sucking gently, causing a surge of pleasure to shoot through Carla’s body.

She couldn’t believe how good it felt. Her Uncle seemed to know exactly what she liked and how to make her feel good. She had never experienced anything like this before.

As he continued to lavish attention on her breasts, his hand started trailing lower again until it reached the most intimate part of her body. Carla gasped as she felt his fingers slip between her folds and start to rub against the sensitive bundle of nerves there.

Her hips bucked involuntarily as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She couldn’t control herself anymore - all she wanted was for him to keep touching her like this.

But just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped again and pulled away from her completely. Carla let out an involuntary whine at the loss of contact.

“It’s time for you to finish undressing me,” he said in a husky voice as he stood up in front of Carla.

Carla’s eyes widened at his words “Undress you?” she asked.

“Yes,” he confirmed. “A woman should undress her man.”

Carla couldn’t believe what her Uncle was asking her to do. She had never undressed a man before, let alone her own Uncle. But there was something about the way he looked at her, the way he touched her that made her want to please him.

She slowly stood up in front of him, feeling self-conscious and unsure of what to do. Her hands trembled as she reached for the buttons on his shirt, but her Uncle gently stopped her.

“Take a deep breath,” he said with a smile. “You should enjoy this, not stress over it.”

Carla did as she was told and felt her body relax. Her hands stopped trembling and a smile appeared on her face. She started unbuttoning his shirt, and her eyes widened as she took in his defined chest and abs. She had seen men’s bodies before, but there was something about seeing her Uncle like this that made it both thrilling and forbidden.

Then he raised each leg to help her to take off his jockeys and Carla found herself staring at his erect penis. Now they were both naked, and she couldn’t help but to feel self-conscious again. He read her mind and his eyes softened while pulling her into a gentle embrace.

“You are perfect,” he whispered against her ear before kissing down the side of her neck.

Carla couldn’t help but melt into his touch. All the doubts and insecurities disappeared as she focused on the pleasure coursing through her body from his kisses and embraces.

Her hands explored his body, feeling the muscles beneath his skin and memorizing every inch of him.

When Carla’s hands touched his cock, a new doubt assaulted her. He thought that her body was perfect, but what about everything else? She couldn’t help but compare herself to the other women he had been with, wondering if she was good enough for him.

Again, he seemed to sense her apprehension and pulled her into another deep, passionate kiss, distracting her from her thoughts. His hands roamed her body, worshipping every curve and dip, making her feel desired and beautiful.

He gently lay her down on the bed, and she willingly complied, eagerly anticipating his next move. His lips met hers again, igniting a fire within her that burned hotter and brighter with each passing second. Slowly, he trailed kisses down her body, pausing to lavish attention on her sensitive nipples before continuing down to her mound.