My uncle brought his own tent but then it had a hole in it so he said he’d just sleep in our tent with us. I started making noises that
I also couldn’t control, so he made me put a pillow over my head. The first time I was really sure that he meant to touch me was during a car ride home from a family wedding. He got out of his sleeping bag and opened mine up. Then it moved between my legs and closed my thighs together tightly trying to prevent his hand from moving up toward my crotch under my short frilly pink skirt. “That was perfect.” He said. “No.” I said. “Yes” I said and I rolled over onto my back and shimmied close against his chest. “Just like this.” He said. Then it started to throb and squirt all over. He started licking my clitoris again still wiggling his finger inside me. It was an unusually warm night, but my nipples were erect.
