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My Weird Uncle J Cums in My Panties”There it is again!” I said aloud but to myself as I inspected the unworn pair of panties from my open underwear drawer. With the pads of both thumbs, I ran it along the inner lining of my favorite yellow panties to sample some of the residue, both sticky and slippery at the same time. This certainly wasn’t the first time, with much of my underwear having some foreign substance deposited on them, always on the inner lining that sheathed my flesh. Sometimes the liquids were dried and old, turning a soft cotton pair fresh with extra fabric softener into a crusty rigid pubic plate that sc****d along my privates. Other times, the substance was relatively fresh, leaving me to uncomfortably feel its wet and creamy consistency between my legs throughout the mornings at school.Nevertheless, I never had time to dig for a clean pair, and I was always left to simply slip on the sullied panties with the foreign substance very much in tow. I knew beyond a doubt that my older sister was having the same issue. Every morning as we sat down for breakfast just before school, I watched closely as she squirmed in her seat, awkwardly feeling out the alien stain in her own drawers. She never said a word to me about it, but I knew she had that same exact violated sensation in between her legs that I did.However, it wasn’t much of a mystery, but it was one that I simply couldn’t prove. The weird creamy deposits began to emerge at the same exact time my weird uncle J had moved in with us. I had never known him up until now, even forgetting that my mom had a sibling when I was younger. They were estranged for almost a decade, my mother seemingly blaming him for something throughout my c***dhood. Yet, their eventual makeup seemed sudden and abrupt, and Uncle J was recently invited to live with us girls in our home.Immediately, our mother and uncle J became close and oddly intimate, acting more like high school sweethearts than brother and sister. My sister and I never had a father figure, so we pretended it was a male role our uncle could compensate for. But soon enough, this new eccentric man who invaded our home showed peculiar behavior that kept my sister and I at a distance rather than openly welcoming him into our lives.I knew within my heart that it was Uncle J that was invading our underwear drawers and doing something with them.That was all I could think about for first period Algebra and second period History class. Among the equations, word problems and Native American facts mumbo jumbo, all I could focus on was the moist, squishy sensation around my labia. I felt so dirty, imagining as if everyone in the classroom knew what was in between my panties, thinking of me as some filthy girl with the scarlet letter. Even as the cream dried by third period Literature class, it still left a flaky, abrasive surface in my crotch that had me fidgeting in my seat so as to not have it scratch my lower lips. It was as if my underwear was firmly glued to my nether regions as I felt the stinging pain of trying to rip cotton from my sensitive skin. Once school ended, all I could think about was removing this underwear, even with the knowledge that my unworn pairs waiting at home probably had a fresh supply of mystery jelly as well. I sprinted home, ignoring every request for after school activities simply so I could change out of my under garments. In that rush, I must have arrived home much earlier than expected. As I barged into my own bedroom, it was only then that I was able to catch the culprit in the act.My Uncle J was in the middle of my room, my panty drawer pulled all the way out and a pair of my white panties with pink polka dots scrunched in his left hand. His own pants and boxers were pulled down well past his knees as if he had little reservations about being exposed in his n!ece’s pink, teddy bear plastered bedroom. His right hand was wrapped firmly around his penis, still stroking its length even when I had entered the room.I finally caught him with his pants down and a pair of my bloomers pressed against the head of his cock, yet it felt as if I was the one caught in his trap as he stared at me unabashed from across kıbrıs escort the room.”Don’t mind me, honey. I’m just doing a few household chores. Laundry’s almost done,” he said sarcastically. I was quite taken back at his lack of humiliation in the presence of his teen n!ece.I stood before him, completely frozen in shock as he continued masturbating into my panties like it was a boy’s bedside cumrag. After a few grunts and whistles, his scrotum began to twitch and his penis began to erupt. He made me watch as he shot 8 or 9 targeted loads that not only covered my panties, but blasted onto my plush white rug, reminding me that this entire room was perhaps contaminated with his spunk.His facial expression never broke, still flashing me a devious smile as if he took pride in the fact that I finally knew he was masturbating into my panties.”Now that you know my secret, I guess we’re even. I won’t tell anybody about your dirty little secret,” he said in an almost convincing tone.”What secret?” I asked in my head, not actually saying it out loud. My facial expression probably said it for me as I stared at my Uncle J utterly perplexed.Uncle J then waddled toward me, his pulled-down pants causing him to take abbreviated strides with his drained flaccid cock swinging side to side with each step forward. My body was still frozen with shock and awe, and all I could do was back into the wall on the far side of my bedroom, even as my audacious uncle had finally reached me, looking down at my short stature.Uncle J bent over slightly, causing me to cringe within myself as his hand lowered toward my legs. Instead of grabbing my flesh, however, he carefully pinched at the hem of my plaid school skirt before slowly raising it up to my bellybutton. There he pointed with his free hand toward the reservoir stain that was prominent through my underwear.”That secret,” he said while pointing out my blemished panties. “You wear cum drenched panties. Imagine if everyone else were to find out.”Technically, it was he who was the one who dirtied them to begin with with his taboo fetish, but I couldn’t help but to feel as guilty as he wanted me to feel.”Maybe you should change out of those,” he suggested with sinister eyes.He twisted slightly, finally tossing my coated polka dot panties back into the drawer before reaching in to grab another favorite of mine, rubber duck patterned panties with the red waist band. He then extended this pair toward me, his hand remaining idle as I left him hanging for a moment with no response.I looked up at him, his eyes remaining firm and intent. I looked down to escape his gaze, only to be presented with his still-naked cock and his hand offering of my own panties.Finally, I acquiesced to his offer, taking my own rubber duck panties from his hand. Yet, my uncle J didn’t budge, standing tall before me. It was only then that I realized he expected me to change in front of him.My legs quivered, my clumsy knees banged into each other as I bent over just slightly so that I could cautiously pull down my dirty underwear, careful not to strike my own face against my uncle’s penis as I hinged over. I maneuvered methodically so that my skirt would guise my waist as I removed one leg from the cotton panties’ hole, and then the other leg. It was for naught as uncle J had grabbed my skirt to pull up once more, my smooth hairless pubic mound in plain view. His cock had perked back up. I had absolutely no reference point as I had never seen one in person, but I still got the feeling that his cock was a massive behemoth compared to others.I felt the cold air strike my bare flesh between my legs, f0rcing me to hurry to slip on the clean pair of underwear my uncle had given me. I stumbled to get one more leg through the leg holes, and then the other before quickly yanking them up to my waist to protect my crotch. Uncle J still didn’t release the flap of my skirt, holding it high so that he could peer at my rubber duck panties and petite thighs.”Wait a minute,” he said playfully. “Something is wrong here.”I had no idea what he wanted next, but it was tortuous to learn that he was not done toying with me.”Something is missing,” he continued escort kıbrıs while holding my skirt up. “Ah yes! I know what it is!”Emboldened, he took his free hand and ran its fingers below the waistband of my panties, yanking them down and outward again so that they stretched below far enough to expose my young vulva once more.”This pair is clean. We need to remedy this,” he proclaimed. He passed my lifted skirt off to me, giving me an adamant look that I was to hold it up for him. With one hand he continued to splay my panties out so that the elastic left red marks on my lower back and behind my thighs in order to explicitly expose the front. With his other hand, he clutched his organ once more, stroking it as he inched closer toward me.I closed my eyes and looked away.Aiming the tip downward, he pressed its bulging head firmly against my vulva, jerking the shaft violently with his hand. I couldn’t feel more violated, but I couldn’t deny that there was an odd tickling sensation as the tip of his cock massaged in counterclockwise circles around my clitoris as he simultaneously rubbed on its length.The bold and composed man from a few minutes ago was gone as Uncle J began to squirm and writhe. Every so often, his cock would slide in between my crotch and the middle strip between my panties’ legholes so that its vein-y surface would rub in between my virgin lips, but my uncle was still methodical as to not penetrate me.As he began to grunt and moan loudly as if he didn’t care if the neighbors heard, I knew it would be over soon. Thank god. First, the violent splash as the slit of his cock, still pressed firmly against my clit, erupted. With it pressed so firmly into my own clit, its fluids ricocheted in every direction like pressing your thumb at the end of a running garden hose. He backed his cock away just a bit but kept it pointed at my hairless pubic mound. Warm sludge continued to spew from his cock, straight onto my crotch before dripping down and pooling on the inner lining of my underwear. I cringed as I felt the warm spunk contact my soft skin. It felt different when it was fresh and right out of his dick, almost steaming and alive as it seeped and swam around my clit and labia.He had just cum a few minutes earlier, but this orgasm seemed stronger as if Uncle J enjoyed the fact that he was ejaculating all over his n!ece. This was his past time, cumming into my panties, and this time, I just so happened to be wearing them still while he did it.When he was all done, he finally flung his thumb off the elastic waistband, the red strap leaving a stinging mark as it snapped back onto my waist like a rubberband. Content with himself, he gave a few soft but firm taps to the front of my panties with his hand, making sure his jizz was properly pressed and lathered all over my pussy as if to patronize me. He was reminding me that my underwear was now laden with fresh jizz.”And there you have it. The laundry is finally done,” he announced, oozing with pride before finally pulling up his own pants and leaving me alone in my room. I felt dirty. I felt ashamed. Yet, for some reason, I kept that pair of sperm-filled panties on for the rest of the day, even sitting down at the kitchen table for family dinner with them still on. And my uncle knew it.-Chapter 2The next morning had arrived, but yesterday remained very much on my mind.I got ready for school, put on a new pair of clean, plain black underwear and sat at the kitchen table for cereal and orange juice as I did every morning. Only this time, no one was there to join me.It was unsettling when my Uncle J was the first to greet me in the morning. He walked into the kitchen with a smile from ear to ear to remind me yesterday was very much on his mind too.”Good morning, dear,” he said in a tone full with snark. “What a lovely morning…”I knew he was not talking about the weather. A light drizzle had been falling since dawn. Feeling backed into another of his traps, I hurried to finish my cereal while secretly praying that my mother or sister would arrive tardy for our usual morning breakfasts together.”So, I’ve got some great news,” my uncle continued. “Your sister has a fever from walking kıbrıs escort bayan in this rain. So she’s still in bed knocked out from flu medicine. Your mother ran out early to pick up more aspirin and juice. Just you and me this morning…”Not the good news I was hoping for, but I knew what he meant. To make his intentions even more clear, my Uncle J had already begun to undo his belt buckle.Wasn’t long until his morning wood was exposed right there in the middle of the kitchen, my uncle dangling his cock right over my marshmallow cereal to impede me from finishing my breakfast.”I think you’ll need more milk for breakfast. I can help you out with that.”As cheesy as his line was, it was full with intent which made me acquiesce to his demands. I abided by rising to my feet and allowing him to run his large hands around my waist to brazenly remove my plaid school skirt, my black panties in plain view.He slipped a finger into my waistband, tugging outward once again to expose my region. With his right hand he began to give a few slow and long strokes to his stiff rod. But then he stopped.”You know what?” he asked, finally breaking his silence. “You’re a big girl now. It’s your turn.”He inched closer until he almost stabbed me in the belly with his dick. He released my underwear, leaving both of his hands to his side. Then he just stood there.”It’s your turn. Just like yesterday.”I still could not believe what he was asking of me. Did I even have to fortitude to do so? I found myself staring down, gazing at the giant shaft before me while I gathered the courage to touch it.Do I grip it overhand, underhand? With a few fingers or my whole palm?My uncle remained still, but I could tell he was growing impatient. I finally surrendered, my shaky right hand extending out to grab his cock. I ran my palm along its underside and curled my fingers around, my thumb toward the base of his shaft. Instinctively, I began to tug on it.With my left thumb, I yanked the elastic band of my black underwear out and down so that I could flash my uncle my tiny cunt just as he did himself yesterday. 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 uncle wrestling even more than if he were to do it himself. Soon, his cock became an extension of myself. As I stroked faster, I felt the friction increase as it rubbed more vigorously against my bare clit. As I jerked harder, I could feel every spasm from my uncle as his cock’s head swell and shrunk when pressed against my mound.He was going to cum soon.As the first few loads of semen jetted out, I kept stroking my uncle into my crotch to help his cock empty its content. It seemingly made the latter blasts of cum even more powerful as I felt enlarging splatters against my pubic mound and clit. I stretched the front of my underwear even further out to make sure any backsplash onto my flesh would fall onto my cotton panty gutter.When my uncle’s sac was clearly drained and his penis extra sensitive during postclimax, I finally released him. I let my left thumb slide from my underwear, my panties snapping back into place as when I had first put them on. I instantly felt the hot cream squish and soak up all around my crotch.As I put on my school skirt and did a few leg stretches to feel my uncle’s sticky sperm spread all over in between my legs, I couldn’t help but to question: did I do what my uncle wanted me to do or was I acting on my own accord?The only thing that was clear that morning was that fresh cum in the underwear made for unbearable classes at school. It was worse than ever before as I felt multiple beads of semen trickle down my inner thighs as I prayed they would dry before they dripped below the hem of my skirt in plain sight for all to see. It wasn’t even until lunchtime that I felt the cum had all dried up. By then, it had already pasted my legs together which made it impossible to walk normally throughout the school’s halls.But this was just the beginning between my weird uncle J and I. by cornball

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