He sat her on the commode and propped her up against the sink again while he ran the bath. This was the first good look she had at him, and she was not disappointed to think this was her uncle. He had to be about 6-2 or 6-3, and every inch of him was made up of well defined muscles. His back, his arms, and even his forearms showed that he was in superb shape. Darlene had no idea how old he was; her mother rarely mentioned him or even acknowledged his existence. He was wearing what looked to be military style pants; they were all kinds of different color patterns so she figured they were camouflage. She had only heard about them.
Gerre turned around and put his hands out to his niece to take a hold. He carefully helped her stand up; then he backed up as he helped her walk toward the huge antique claw foot tub. Darlene was sore, and she hurt, but it felt good to move her legs. She didn’t even care that she was naked; getting in that tub was the most inviting thing on her mind. Gerre got her feet into the tub and then helped her to sit down. She almost cried when the water touched her raw asshole and her skin, but it leveled off and she could tolerate it after a few minutes. She settled in to the bath water; it felt so good to relax and just soak. Her uncle had put some type of special soap in the water just before he left the bathroom; it made her skin feel soft and silky. There was a handle and a rail on the side of the tub she could hold on to while she relaxed. Darlene slowly rubbed the large bath sponge over her body and just lounged in that wonderful feeling.
Darlene didn’t remember falling asleep but her uncle gently awakened her and then helped her out of the cooling bath water. He helped her over to the commode where he wrapped her in a huge terry cloth robe before turning her around and leaning her back to put her head in the sink to wash her hair. “God, I wonder what he doesn’t know how to do?” thought Darlene as her uncle expertly washed and dried her hair. She had been in several hair salons with her mother but nothing could compare to his touch and his skill. It just felt so good to have her hair and her body clean. Her uncle rapidly impressed her with his quiet, subtle ways. She was going to find out why no one in the family ever talked about him; it had to be something pretty big. Or something pretty nasty; either way she was going to find out.
Darlene let her uncle carry her back to the bedroom where he placed her in a huge sofa chair while he cleaned the bed and changed the linens. She was again amazed at how quietly, yet swiftly did everything there was to do. The bed was totally stripped clean; new sheets and new pillow covers were in place in about 5 minutes. If nothing else, he was efficient and effective in every step.
“Do you want to sit there for a while and relax”, Gerre asked her, “or lay back down?”
“I think I’ll stay up for a little while”, Darlene replied, “I like the feeling of having some control again.”
“I can appreciate that feeling” said her uncle, “but let’s not overdue it. You still have to be careful of the light with your eyes, and I will need to put the lotion on the places on your body where you are raw from the irritation and blisters.”
“Ok,” said Darlene, “how about I stay here in this chair and listen to the radio until I fall asleep?” Her uncle agreed; he put the radio on a local rock station that Darlene seemed to like and shut the door behind him as he left. She could hear him on the telephone as she settled into the sofa chair and just relaxed. It felt so good to be awake, be aware, and be able to feel like she was better. About an hour went by when Gerre came in to wake Darlene and move her onto the bed. She did not care this time when her uncle removed the robe before laying her on the bed again. She liked him and it felt unique to know she was actually naked, totally naked, in front of a man.
Her uncle took the oil and was about to put it on her left shoulder when Darlene asked him, “Uncle Gerre, which is better, to put that stuff on the sore spots, or all over?”
“Well,” Gerre said, “it’s actually better if I were to put it on you like massage oil. Its’ a similar texture and that would be a lot better for you. I could make this an official 19th birthday present since you were too sick to know when it happened last week.”
“Then please do that,” said Darlene, “I’ve never had a real massage.” She was going to see just how far he would go now that she was reasonably awake. It felt good to have him touch her, it was sift, and it was, it was …. Damn good was all that she could think about. He cared what he did, not like the boys at school she had dated on rare instances.
Gerre rolled Darlene over on to her stomach and started putting the oils on her back and shoulders. She was right –it felt marvelous. No, better than marvelous, exquisite. His hands followed the contours of every muscle, her back, right down to her tail bone. The oils warmed her skin and his hands warmed the muscles even more. When he got down to her hips and ass, Gerre told her where he was going to out his hands. She could not believe she was letting someone actually spread her butt cheeks, see her asshole, and feel good about them massaging every part of her. Even when Gerre put the oil right on her rectum and rubbed around the muscle ring, she felt fine. She nodded off in a light sleep when her uncle was down to her legs and feet.
“Darlene, I’m going to roll you over now honey,” said Gerre, “and start on your front. Is there any place you do not want me to touch?”
“No,” said Darlene, “you have done so much, seen so much, while I was sick that it makes no difference now. Whatever you think is right just do it.”
Gerre looked at his niece as he warmed the oils on the night stand. She had lost some weight in the 4 weeks she had been sick but she was still a very nice looking girl. He started with a light touch across her forehead and face which made her smile some more and close her eyes. As he moved down to her neck, he smoothed the oils across her shoulders and upper arms. Once he was done there, he moved her arms above her head and put her hands behind the pillow so she would have something to hold on to. Doing this put her in a position where her breasts were completely opened up and clear for him to touch as he wanted. Very slowly so as to not startle her, Gerre rubbed the oils on both her breasts and began to slowly rub and massage each one. They were placed up center-high on her small chest, and being about a 34C they looked large on her frame. He knew that his somewhat naive niece was going to get turned on and get excited by his efforts. That was fine – he might even take her all the way to an orgasm before he was done but he did not want to waste her strength.
Gerre was right, Darlene began to breathe differently and more deeply as he massaged and manipulated her breasts. The pinkish nipples were now standing up like hard red berries; he made it a point to gently roll each of them between his thumbs and forefingers. He worked up and down her sides to the points of her hips and back up to her breasts. He stayed above her belly button but worked around the swells of each breast like a man who knows what women love to have done. Darlene’s eyes were closed but the small smile on his face gave him piles of input to gone on.
On the other side of that smile Darlene’s mind was doing 900 to nothing. Nothing she had ever tried to do for her own self came into the same universe as what her uncle’s hands were doing to her now. Her nipples were on fire; every touch made her that much closer to something happening. What she had no clue but it had to be good. Every time he rolled or tugged ever so gently on them, she would lift her chest and push it into his hands. He was so, so gentle in touching, but it was driving her up a wall damn quick. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs. That had hardly even happened so she wasn’t sure what that meant. Darlene just did not want him to stop what he was doing.
Then, it dawned on Darlene that his hands were gradually moving lower and lower on her stomach. He was getting closer to that place between her legs that her mom told her to never touch. It was nasty for any girl to play with herself “down there”. That’s what she had been grilled with since the first time her mother caught her looking at herself with a mirror at age five. He would never really touch me there, would he? He was working all around her hips and sides, slowly drawing circles with his hands around her belly button and lower stomach. But it seemed like he was always stopping just where her pubic hair began. Darlene decided to just let herself relax and enjoy; he had seen everything and he had cleaned her up plenty so what was the big deal, anyway.
Gerre was carefully watching his niece’s face as he worked around her hips and lower stomach. He saw moods cross over her face and he finally saw a new smile settle in place along with her closed eyes. He knew she was wondering/thinking if he was going to touch her crotch and if she did or did not want it to happen. She did not know that he could see how wet she was between her legs. Her own body was telling her thoughts to him, but he had to see that smile before he would commit himself.
As Gerre watched her face and saw the smile come into place, he began to work down her thighs and back up the outsides of her legs, but never quite up to her crotch. He had Darlene’s legs apart so he could see that her clit was sticking out from under its usual sheath like a small dark pink pencil nub. He had seen it that it way a dozen or more times in the past month. He had figured out his niece was highly responsive to touching because, unknown to her, she had had maybe 4-5 small orgasms while her uncle has been giving her bed baths in the past month. It did not take much for her clit to start swelling and stick out like a sore thumb. He was purposefully staying away from it until he was ready to send her flying. Every time he had touched her pussy or gotten near her clit while she was really out of it, she had almost gone into a automatic humping of his hand.
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