Christmas 07 was turning out to be the usual family affair. My parents are very strict and won’t let anyone stay with me at home. So sexual frustration began to build up in me.

This year, we had Uncle Steve and my blood Aunt Rachel (that’s not their real names in case you are wondering) staying with us. Uncle Steve is 51, Good looking for his age, but slightly podgy. He had to give up his battle with hair loss a few years ago and now shaves his head. Aunt Rachel 10 years younger. She’s pretty in her own way I guess, but not as good looking as my mum (her sister).

Christmas day came, and the drinking started fairly early. To my surprise, Mum, Dad, Steve and Rachel were all quite tipsy by the time we lit the brandy on the cake. It was about then that I felt someone starting to play footsy with me under the table. I joked aloud about it and Uncle Steve admitted it was him, just playing around and everyone laughed.  But he quietly continued.  Slowly, but surely, his foot was getting higher up my leg. I told him to stop it. Everyone laughed again, and this time he stopped.

I decided to get him back, and slipped off my shoes, and began rubbing his lower leg. His face was absolutely black, in fact, he maintained a conversation with my Dad about his greenhouse. Undeterred, I raised my leg and placed it in his crotch, sure that he would break. But he didn’t. In fact, he grabbed my foot and pressed it right against his groin. I could feel he had a boner underneath, and I found myself lightly massaging it for a moment with my foot before breaking, and taking my foot away. He just carried on talking to Dad!

By early evening, everyone was definitely worse for the wear. I went up stairs,  feeling a little giddy, to start reading a book I had been reading. After about half an hour, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. In to my room came Uncle Steve. I could hear everyone else talking in the living room, as he had left the door open.

“I’ve just come to check you are OK, you looked a little green” he said. I stood up and said “ I’m fine officer”, holding a finger to my nose and trying to follow the line of a floor board. But I stumbled. Uncle Steve caught me (just). At that moment, it all got a bit silly. I found myself snogging a 51 year old  balding Uncle, with parents and Aunt downstairs. And it didn’t stop there. His hand swiftly lifted up my silk dress, ripped a hole in my tights and pulled my panties aside as we stood in the middle of my bedroom. I gasped as two fingers plunged in to my cunt, pre-moistened with his spit. He began swirling them around, whilst the palm of his hand rubbed up against my clit. Shocked at what what I was allowing myself to do, it was all I could do to say “what about Aunt Rachel”.

Before he could answer, there were more steps on the stairs. My Mother shouted out, “what are you two doing, come one, we are going for a walk”. Calmly, Uncle Steve just shouted down “it’s OK, we’ll be right down, honestly, this daughter of yours can’t keep her hands off me” to which my mum laughed and shouted “leave him alone Kristina”. The steps went back down the stairs. I couldn’t believe the close call we had, or the fact that he never stopped fingering me. The excitement had me set to explode, when he suddenly stopped, and said “we’ll finish this later”.

Uncle Steve went back downstairs, telling everyone how they would go for a walk without me, as he had tired me all out. Talk about hiding in plain sight!

I half expected on Xmas night to get a midnight visitor. But none arrived, and I thought that would be it. A few mornings later,  they had all agreed to go shopping for deals in the sales. After hearing them all leave, I had a shower, and went downstairs. I was still naked from the shower. I knew they wouldn’t be back for hours. But just as I was bending down to get something from a kitchen cupboard, I heard the voice of Uncle Steve saying “now that’s a very fine sight”. Bemused and embarrassed, I turned and covered my breasts and pussy as best I could with my hands. “Made my excuses and came back”,  “thought you might like me to finish up that business we started”.

But he didn’t wait for an answer. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, which was already erect. Not that big really,  but I didn’t get much of a look as he pulled my hand aside, and plunged it straight in to my cunt, forcing me back against the sink.  I could do nothing, as he pumped hard, lifting me up off the floor on occasion. I whimpered with each stroke, which was coming faster and faster.  “We can’t, I protested quietly” but he carried on, and I could hold back no longer, screaming “yes yes yes” as he fucked my wet hole and exploded in me with one final thrust. I was quivering, my legs and arms wrapped around him, completely overcome by my own orgasm. And then he pulled out. “Happy Xmas” he said, as he zipped up, grabbed a jumper that was being taken back, and left the house.

I didn’t see Uncle Steve again, as they went that afternoon, whilst I was seeing friends. But wow, what a Xmas present!

I've been struggling with some Uni work for ages. Finally finished it this morning. I've been celebrating by baking - yum :)

I've struggled a bit with money to get through Uni. Out of the blue, about a year ago, a guy asked if he could buy a pair of my panties. Since then, I've come to realise I could do this to help raise a bit of extra cash. And it's not doing anyone any harm. So I've made a website especially for it. Its at

http://members.lycos.co.uk/naughtyfungirl/