Ever since I was little I had always been close to my Uncle Mehmet who came from Turkey and then emmigrated to London when he married my Aunt Bettie. He was a tall, atheletic man in his early forties with short black hair, olive skin, and the greenest eyes I had ever seen before. Uncle Mehmet had that kind of angelic face that would stay young forever.Uncle Mehmet would take me to the park when my parents were working, take me out shopping. I always loved going over to Aunt Bettie’s and his house for dinner because I knew there’d be so much fun.One evening, when I was sixteen years old, I was round my aunt and uncle’s Pendik escort bayan house while my parents were away on holiday. We’d just had dinner and were now in the living room playing twister on the floor. Well, Uncle Mehmet and I were anyway. Aunt Bettie was busy making us tea in the kitchen.”You cheated!” I cried, with a laugh. “I did not,” Uncle Mehmet said.I was bent slightly backwards and he was almost on top of me making me all hot and flustered and making my heart pound at a hundred miles per hour. His face was so close to mine that I felt his warm breathing on it. Our Escort Beykoz bodies touched slightly sending electric sensations down my body which I had never felt before which excited me. Aunt Bettie was a small, petite woman with dark hair to her shoulders with brown eyes. Her skin was quite pale and she wore no make up. She came into the living room with a silver tray of tea and biscuits.Uncle Mehmet and I stopped our game and had tea and biscuits.That night, while I lay in bed I couldn’t get to sleep. I tossed and I turned wildly, I threw back my duvet and then pulled it back up. I Cevizli escort couldn’t get Uncle Mehmet out of my mind. Erotic thoughts began flooding through my mind of my making love to my uncle. It was so wrong.As if someone had heard my thoughts, my bedroom door opened slowly and soft footsteps entered into the room and then gently shut the door. I opened my eyes and looked and saw the outline of my Uncle Mehmet standing there.”Uncle Mehmet, what are you doing here?” I asked softly, shocked.Without answering he moved as quick as a cat across the floor and slid into bed beside me. His eyes were on my heaving bosoms that were exposed from my night gown and watched as his tongue ran over his lips like a snake. I couldn’t help feeling excited down in my most intimate area where a moist, wet sensation was forming. I turned away from him and he pressed up against me and I felt his member harden up against my back.