After the disaster of the night, I couldn’t face my family. I ran out into the backyard and sat in the far corner, knees drawn up to my chest, crying desperately. None of the popular kids had shown up and two greasy boys had crashed my party…eating all the food and trying to get me to play games in the closet. Mom had burnt the cake and all the decorations she and her boyfriend had hung the night before fell from the ceiling.
Although Mom offered to go pick up a birthday cake and Tom (her boyfriend), offered to re-hang the decorations, I just couldn’t take anymore and fled. To top it all off, you didn’t show up. I know you’re my uncle and there are more important things in your life, but to have it thrown in my face on my birthday was just too much to handle.
“Allison?” I can hear you calling out to me from the porch and I try to hide myself against the fence, trying to make myself as small as possible.
“I know she’s out there, Sean. Will you just…just go talk to her? Please?” I can hear my mom plead. Heavy footsteps sound across the yard as you look for me, calling out my name.
“Allison, honey, I’m sorry. I really tried to make it,” you say, scanning the yard. I can see you from my position in jeans and boots and a white wife beater, baseball cap on your head. "Allison?”
I must have made a noise because suddenly you’re standing right in front of me. I look up at you with tear drenched cheeks, the moon giving off just enough light. You sink down so that you’re sitting back on your heels and you watch me silently for a few seconds. You nod, coming to some sort of conclusion before you swing to sit next to me, your back bumping up against the fence.
We sit together there in silence for a few minutes. You hold something out to me and I realize it’s a cigarette. Shocked, I shake my head and look at you curiously. You shrug and light the cigarette anyway, taking long drafts from it and blowing the smoke above our heads.
“Uncle Sean, why couldn’t you make my party?” I ask softly. You turn your head so that we’re staring at one another.
“Samantha had her colt tonight,” you say and there’s no way I can argue with that, so I nod and look away from you. You sigh. “Was it so bad, honey?”
I nod, fresh tears welling up in my eyes. “It was all wrong! I should have known nothing would turn out right!”
You raise your right arm and slip it over my shoulders, pulling me up along your side, sticky hot in the late August night. I bury my head against your chest and sob. I can feel your lips against the top of my head.
"Listen, how about you and I go back to my place, and we try your birthday party again there, just the two of us?"
I pull back a little, surprised. “Really?” I ask dubiously. You nod and I pretend to think about it for a moment, but inside I’m really excited. “Okay.” You smile down at me and finish off your cigarette, flicking the butt into the yard where it dies in a flare of ember red. Tom’s going to hate that.
“Okay,” you say, pulling away and getting to your feet. I abruptly feel the loss of your body against mine and wish for it again. You help me to my feet and tell me to meet you at your car around the house that you’ll talk to my mom. I nod and dust off the seat of my skirt. “Cute outfit, by the way,” you call out as I start walking towards the driveway.
I blush in the dark and hurry to your car. I don’t know what you tell your sister, but five minutes pass and you’re out of the house and walking towards your car. “Get in.” I hear the click of the lock and I slide into the passenger seat, clicking my seatbelt over my lap as you start the car. You twist and put your right hand on the back of my seat to see as you back out of the driveway and I can feel your breath against my cheek. You turn up the volume of the radio and we ride to your house, fifteen minutes away, country blaring from the stereo.
When we get to your house, you jump around to hold the car door open for me, making me smile and blush. You tell me to go inside and wait in the living room, that you have a surprise for me. I wait nervously, twisting the hem of my new skirt with damp fingers. You come into the living room with a cupcake on a small plate, a single candle lit on the top and a bag with ‘Happy Birthday!’ written across the side. I laugh in delight.
“Happy birthday, Allison,” you say softly before setting the cupcake down on the coffee table in front of me. You set the bag down next to it and sit next to me on the couch. You lean over and I can swear I feel your lips brush against my neck before you’re whispering in my ear, “Make a wish.” I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and wish desperately, certain it will never come true. “What’d you wish for?” you ask, your face still close enough to mine that I feel your breath across my face.
“I can’t tell you that, Uncle Sean! It wouldn’t come true!” I say playfully.
“Please, just call me Sean,” you say before brushing a kiss across my cheek, and then my neck, making me shiver.
“Sean?” I say, your name coming out breathlessly.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?” I ask, my stomach twisting nervously.
“Nothing,” you reply, sitting back, putting room between us…too much room. “Open your present.” I look at you quietly for a moment before reaching for the bag. I gasp, pulling out a dress so sheer that I’m pretty sure my mother would ground me for the rest of my life before letting me leave my bedroom in it.
“Unc…Sean! It’s beautiful, b…but I can’t wear this!” I exclaim, looking at you, shocked and excited.
“Why not? You’ve growing up into a beautiful young woman, Allison. You can wear it here when you come to visit me.” We sit there on the couch for a moment, me clutching the dress to my chest, you staring at me levelly. “There’s more in the bag, Allison.” I look in the bag, a small scrap of fabric at the bottom. I hold it up, looking at it in confusion.
“What is it?” I ask, too curious to feel dumb.
“They’re special panties,” you say. “They go with the dress. I think you should try them on.” I look at you with wide eyes for a moment before nodding and getting up to go to the bathroom. “No.” I stop and look at you in confusion. “Try them on here, where I can see you.” I instantly blush bright red.
“B…but Sean…I…” I stutter, shocked.
“It’s my present to you. I want to see how you look, Allison. There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” you say convincingly, leaning back against the couch cushions, your arms spread wide over the back. I nod slowly. I set the dress and the panties down on the coffee table and start undressing. First my new blouse, pulling it up and over my head, revealing my newly developed 36B sized breasts, nipples stiffening in the cool of your air conditioned house. It also reveals the fact that I’m not wearing a bra and you make an encouraging noise and I duck my head in embarrassment.
I quickly move to undo my skirt and push it down to my feet, stepping out of it, leaving me in only my panties and shoes and socks. I’m sure you’re going to laugh at my panties, little white cotton panties with ladybugs on them, but you just sigh. I look up at you through my eyelashes and you’re staring raptly at my lithe body, eyes serious and focused on my panties. I try to cover them up with my hands. “No, don’t. I like them,” you say, voice heavy and thick. “Just…pull them off and give them to me.”
I nod, slipping my fingers under the waist band and pushing down, revealing my young pussy to your eyes, curly pubic hair lightly dusting at the junction of my thighs. I straighten and walk closer to you, holding them out. You reach out and grab them with one hand, your other hand gripping my wrist tightly. I gasp as you pull me close. You lift the panties to your face, breathing deeply. I look at you in confusion and discomfort, your hand around my wrist painful.
“You’re hurting me,” I whisper as you sniff my panties. Abruptly, you push me away and I rub at my wrist, looking at you reproachfully.
“Take off your shoes and socks and put on the dress and panties,” you direct. I hesitate, your behavior confusing me. “Please, Allison. I’m sorry I hurt you…I’m just excited to see you in your new dress.” Placated, I bend over to remove my shoes and socks, picking up the panties and looking at them.
“I’m not sure how these work,” I admit. You wave me closer and I step close to you again, handing the new panties to you.
“Lift up your foot,” you direct. I follow your directions, placing one of my hands on your shoulder, your skin hot against my palm, “now the other.” I lift my other foot and you start sliding the panties up my legs, the black fabric silky against my skin. You slip them up over my pussy, string pushing up between my ass cheeks, and settle them on my hips. I look down in confusion.
“But Sean, these don’t cover my…my special area,” I say, the fabric covering the top of my mound, but was suspiciously absent over my pussy lips. I wiggled a little, trying to get used to the feeling of the string in the crack of my ass.
“They’re not supposed to, Allison. I told you these were special panties…do you like them?” you ask. I nod even though I’m not really sure that I do. “Now, put on your dress.” I back away from you, starting to enjoy the fabric rubbing against me down there. I slip the black dress over my head, the bottom just barely covering my pussy and the sheer fabric easily showing my young titties. I look at you for approval.
You’re staring at me, an obvious bulge in your jeans. “Oh, honey…you look so grown up,” you say and I beam at your vocal appreciation. “Come here.” I don’t hesitate, walking up to you, between your knees. I gasp in surprise when you reach out your hands and grip me around the waist, easily picking me up and laying me back on the couch, my thighs falling open, leaving my pussy exposed to your eyes.
“Sean?” I ask, my voice nervous.
“Yeah, baby girl?” You ask absently, your gaze focused on my pussy lips.
“What are you going to do?”
“This is the second part of your birthday present…trust me, you’ll like this.” Your fingers move down my thigh, hot and rough against my smooth skin. I jump when I feel your fingers at my pussy lips, just barely rubbing there.
“But mom told me I shouldn’t let anyone touch me there,” I whisper, uncomfortable with your fingers touching me.
“You trust me, right, Allison? You know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right?” you ask, your eyes penetrating mine. I nod, my heart beating faster. I watch as you suck a finger into your mouth, moving your tongue around it and I’m about to ask why you’re doing that until you stop, moving that finger back down to my pussy lips, rubbing at the seam. “Need to get you nice and wet, Allison. Gonna make you feel so good, baby girl,” you promise, the finger just slipping between my pussy lips before you pull it back out and do it again.
You set up a rhythm, thrusting your finger into my pussy shallowly. “You’re getting wet, honey…do you like this?” I nod, looking down the length of my body, watching your finger disappear and then reappear. I’m really starting to enjoy the feeling of your thick finger fucking into my pussy when you pull it out and put your finger to my mouth.
