White, thin, low-cut. Every time she leaned forward they threatened to spill out. She’d caught her uncle looking more than once since she arrived.
The party was loud — music, kids running around the garden, aunties in the kitchen. Sally slipped inside to get another drink. The hallway was quieter. That’s when he appeared.
Her uncle stepped out of the downstairs toilet, closed the door behind him, and blocked her path. He didn’t smile. He just looked at her chest.
“That dress is fucking criminal,” he muttered.
Before she could answer he had her backed against the wall beside the coats. One big hand slid straight down the front of her dress, no warning, and closed around her left tit. His palm was hot. He squeezed hard, thumb dragging over her nipple through the thin fabric until it peaked.
Sally’s breath hitched. She didn’t push him off.
He pushed the dress aside and got his hand fully inside, skin on skin. Her tit filled his grip. He hefted the weight of it, pinched the nipple, rolled it between his fingers while he glanced toward the kitchen to make sure no one was coming.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered. “These things are even better than they look.”
His other hand dropped. He dragged her dress up her thigh and slipped his fingers between her legs. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He found her already wet, and let out a low, dirty laugh as he stroked along her slit, parting her lips with two fingers and rubbing slow circles over her clit.
Sally’s knees almost gave out. She grabbed his wrist but didn’t pull him away.
He kept groping her tits with one hand and stroking her pussy with the other, fingers slick, rubbing her just enough to make her drip down his hand. He ducked his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth right there in the hallway, biting just enough to make her jolt while his fingers kept working between her legs.
Footsteps sounded from the kitchen. He didn’t stop. He just covered her tits with the dress again, left his hand inside it, and kept two fingers lazily stroking her soaked cunt as Aunt Carol walked past with a tray of sausage rolls. Sally’s face was burning. Her uncle’s fingers never left her.
When they were alone again he leaned in close, still rubbing her slowly.
“Go back outside like nothing happened,” he said, voice low. “But later, when people start leaving, you come find me. I’m not finished with this.”
He gave her clit one last firm stroke, squeezed both tits hard, then walked back into the party like he hadn’t just had his niece’s breasts in his mouth and his fingers in her cunt.
Sally stood there for a few seconds, dress crooked, nipples aching, pussy throbbing. Then she smoothed the fabric down, picked up her drink, and went back outside with his spit still on her tit and her own wetness cooling on her thighs.
