My Uncle’s fingers made me cum

I have a big family. I've grown up with lots of uncles and aunts, with two other sisters and four brothers.
We always had large gatherings, which I loved because I got time to spend with family I cared about.
Me, I'm, a very young impressionable person, and still a virgin.
I've never had a boyfriend, or have I been with anyone, so understanding what having a boyfriend entails is beyond me.
The thing was, I took a shine to one of my uncles. I thought he was really cool. He was in his twenties, and each time I saw him, I just seemed to melt.
I had a crush so bad that it made me feel like he was everything. I just couldn't get enough of him. He was on my mind all the time, but what made it strange, each time I was near him, my pussy started to feel very wet, a sensation I hadn’t felt with anyone else.
Each visit to our house was something I wished for. When I was stood next to him, it made my whole body start to feel things I didn't really understand.
I had an idea about what I was feeling, about how your body reacts when you have these feelings, but I just couldn't seem to control my emotions when I was around him.
It was like something took over me. I felt like I wanted him in ways my body wanted him, and I knew I couldn’t as he was my uncle and older than me.
Then, one family gathering around my eighteen birthday, the family meal on our porch, it was as hectic as ever, with
one large table which could seat about ten of us, which helped us all sit together rather a little close, but we managed.
I always made sure my favourite uncle sat next to me, which, for me, was everything, knowing how much of a crush I had on him.
As the meal progressed, the laughing and normal family banter just seemed to get louder as it always did.
Then, during the meal, I passed a plate to one of my brothers when I felt something I didn’t expect. My uncle had placed his hand on my legs. Feeling a little shocked, I looked down to see my uncle softly stroking my inner thigh.
I looked at him and smiled. In that one moment, I felt as though my dreams had come true. He finally noticed me, giving me something I had dreamt of for so long. His hand started to stroke my inner thigh. I felt a sudden rush. My heart started to pound out of my young chest. The sensation I felt was incredible.
He just kept rubbing, with the occasional squeeze, which for me just gave me even more intense feelings I didn’t understand.
I didn't want him to stop. Somehow, it felt like my body wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.
We both just kept talking to those around us, trying not to make it obvious what he was doing to me under the table.
Feeling his firm grip, I could feel my legs starting to twitch. I wasn’t sure why, but I began to feel a sensation of becoming very damp.
Again, for reasons I couldn’t explain, I felt my legs start to part, to open slightly. It was as though my legs just instinctively did what they wanted.
I felt this irresistible urge to allow him access, access to somewhere I’ve never had anyone before, let alone my uncle’s hand.
I wanted to feel him, to feel his hand on me. I wanted it so much for him to touch me.
We both continued to engage in conversations with those at the table, all the while my uncle’s hand was working its way between my legs.
Each gentle squeeze, each gentle rub just sent feelings through my body I couldn’t explain. The intense sensations and rush I could feel building between my legs was becoming too much, but I had to let it continue.
Then it happened. His hand reached as far as it could go. My whole body felt like it was going to explode. My open legs allowed this man to rub my most intimate area, and I was letting him.
In that one moment, I wanted him. I wanted to feel him touch me, to help me understand what was happening to my body.
It was then I leaned into him, placing my hand on his. I whispered, “You best stop, or I will wet myself.”
It was then he slid his hand out from between my now very hot and moist legs that the intense rush I started getting subsided.
I felt so wet I had to make my excuses and rushed to the bathroom.
Lifting my dress, I looked down into my pants. I couldn’t believe how wet and sticky they had become. Cleaning myself up, I had to change, then making my way back to the table. He looked at me and smiled.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes, I think so. Just felt a bit hot, that’s all,” I said.
“Yeah, it is a bit hot out here. You have to be careful as it can make you feel things you don’t expect to feel,” he said.
“True. I thought I was going to pass out,” I said.
Then, taking a napkin, I pretended to waft my face, suggesting to others how hot it seemed, trying not to let on it was my uncle’s fingers that had created these sensations I was feeling between my legs.
He then whispered something that changed everything. “You have wonderful legs, and I’m guessing tucked at the top is something I would love to touch,” he said.
My heart once again started to pound. The uncle I was crushing on finally wanted me. I wanted him to touch me where I’ve never had anyone go before.
I looked at him and smiled. Reaching under the table, I took his hand, placing it on my knee. He seemed to get the message.
He seemed to know what I wanted, and even though we were at the table with others looking on, the suspense was killing me.
This time he didn’t wait. I opened my legs, and his hand slid all the way up to my damp panties. His fingers now touched me, rubbing up against my panty-covered very virgin pussy.
I tried again not to make it obvious, but I wanted to scream out. I just held in gasps as he rubbed his fingers up against my crevice.
Opening my legs further, his whole hand now cupping my pussy area, his middle finger pressing hard against me. All the while, I was starting to move myself each time he pressed his hand against me.
What I was feeling felt incredible. I knew what orgasms were as I had fingered myself so many times, but this felt different.
Someone else was giving my body something I couldn’t give myself, and I wanted it to happen.
I tried not to react, to draw attention to myself to others. Still, I wanted to shout out, but I couldn’t.
His hand was firmly planted between my legs, and all I could do was let him probe my panties with his fingers.

My pussy felt as if it was on fire. His fingers felt like they could poke through my pants.I wanted him to, I had to let this man violate me with his hand.
I was now so wet and so intensely sensitive that I moved my body in such a way that his fingers were able to move my pants over. Very firmly, he pulled at the gusset material covering my very hot pussy.
Then, in one swift move, I felt him. I felt his finger push between my virgin lips. He firmly placed his hand over my sensitive young clit. At the moment, I could have passed out. The feeling of his touch on my most private, intimate area was nearly too much to bear.
Again, I couldn’t scream. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. My tiny pussy was being touched in ways I could never have imagined.
I was now so sensitive, his fingers rubbing up and down between my pussy lips.
In that one instant, I felt I was going to cum, cum on my uncle’s hand, and I couldn’t stop it. It was building inside me, and I had to let it happen.
He kept pushing and prodding me as it happened.
My legs suddenly clamped shut on his hand in place.
That rush as my orgasm just ripped through my young body.
Watching everyone else laughing and joking, I gripped my uncle's arm.
He knew what had happened, what he had done, but I felt that rush of intense feelings I hadn’t felt before.
The uncle I adored had made me cum at our table. He smiled at me as he slowly slid his hand out from between my legs.
Reaching down, I discreetly adjusted myself. My pussy was on fire. I couldn’t control that rush of sexual emotion my uncle had unleashed between my legs.
My whole body still realing from the intensity of what had just happend, I leaned over whispering to him,” thank you,”.
He leaned back also whispering,” your welcome, who ever gets to fuck that pussy of yours will be a very lucky man,”.
From that moment my crush on him only intensified, but I knew anything more wouldn't happen, but for now I knew he wanted more and that for me was enough to keep that feelings I had for him alive.