Forbidden Passion in the Attic Full of Antiques: Uncle Benedykt and Me, Wiktoria

I was only eighteen when mom sent me to spend the summer with uncle Benedykt to help him tidy up the attic of the old family house. Uncle, a man in his forties with graying temples and the muscular build of a lumberjack, had always seemed mysterious to me. His deep voice and the glances he sometimes cast my way sent shivers down my spine. For the first time I was truly excited at the prospect of spending time alone with him.

The house stood on the outskirts, surrounded by forest, and the attic was a labyrinth of antiques: cabinets with carved drawers, mirrors in gilded frames, old canopy beds and chests full of lace. We arrived on a Saturday morning; the air was heavy with dust and the scent of old wood.

– Wiktoria, come here, I’ll show you grandpa’s treasures – uncle said, pulling out the ladder. His hand brushed my waist for a moment as I climbed first. I felt heat in my lower belly, as if electricity had shot through my body.

We climbed up. The attic was dimly lit by sunlight through dusty windows. We began sorting. I pulled delicate slips and 1920s stockings from the chests; he moved heavy furniture. Sweat soaked his shirt, clinging to his torso and revealing the outline of his muscles.

– Look what I found! – I called, holding an old brooch shaped like a heart. – It looks like a family keepsake.

– Let me see – he muttered, leaning over me. His breath swept across my neck and his hand brushed my thigh. I froze. I was really surprised at how much it turned me on. Our eyes met and something wild flashed in his gaze.

We kept working, but the tension grew. When I reached for a high shelf the ladder wobbled. Uncle caught me around the waist, pressing me against him.

– Careful, darling – he whispered, not letting go right away. His hands rested on my hips and I felt the hardness of his body. For the first time so close, so intimate. My heart pounded like a hammer.

– Thank you, uncle – I replied in a trembling voice, unable to tear my eyes from his lips.

– Benedykt. Call me by my name, Wiktoria. You’re a big girl now – he said, running his thumb over my cheek. The air thickened with unspoken desires. We found an old suitcase of photographs showing grandpa posing with grandma in erotic poses – it only fueled the atmosphere.

We sat on the floor looking through them. My legs touched his; my dress had ridden up, exposing my thighs.

– They looked happy – I whispered.

– Just like we could be – he replied quietly, placing a hand on my knee. I didn’t pull away. I felt wetness between my legs; desire grew with every second. The day had only just begun, and I knew this was only the start.

We worked until evening, exchanging glances and accidental touches. When we climbed down for dinner his hand rested on my ass.

– We’ll continue tomorrow – he promised, and I nodded, completely aroused.

The second day in the attic the tension became unbearable. I woke up with wet panties, thinking about uncle Benedykt. He wore only work pants, no shirt, exposing his torso marked with scars from forest work. I had put on a thin spaghetti-strap top and shorts that barely covered my ass.

– Ready for more, Wiktoria? – he asked with a smile, handing me a crate.

– Yes, Benedykt. I want to see everything – I replied flirtatiously, feeling my nipples harden under the fabric.

We worked side by side. While I was cleaning a mirror, uncle stood behind me; his crotch brushed against my ass.

– You’re so beautiful in this light – he murmured, placing his hands on my hips. I turned slowly; our faces were close.

– And you’re so strong – I whispered, touching his chest. For the first time I allowed myself such a gesture. Our lips met in a hot kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, tasting of coffee and desire. I moaned, pressing against him.

– Wiktoria, this is forbidden, but I can’t stop – he said, sucking my lower lip.

– Don’t stop. I want you – I moaned, feeling his erection through his pants.

He slid the straps of my top down, exposing my breasts. He sucked my nipples, biting gently, sending waves of pleasure to my intimate areas. I knelt, unzipping his pants. His cock was huge, veiny, throbbing. For the first time I took an older man’s cock in my mouth. I sucked greedily, looking into his eyes.

– God, you’re amazing – he groaned, holding my hair.

Arousal grew. He pulled off my shorts and fingered my wet pussy.

– You’re so wet for me – he whispered.

– For you, uncle. Fuck me with your fingers – I begged. The orgasm came quickly; I squirted onto the attic floor.

We lay among the antiques while he licked my juices from his fingers. But it wasn’t over – I knew he would soon take me completely.

– We’ll finish tomorrow – he promised, kissing me passionately. All night I dreamed of his cock.

On the third day we couldn’t hold back. We climbed into the attic at dawn before the rest of the family woke. The air was thick with the scent of desire. Uncle Benedykt threw me onto the old canopy bed we had found the day before.

– Today you’re mine, Wiktoria. All mine – he growled, tearing off my clothes.

– Take me, Benedykt. Fuck your niece – I moaned, spreading my legs.

He kissed my entire body, from lips to pussy. His tongue swirled around my clit, driving me wild. He slid two fingers inside, thrusting hard.

– You taste like honey – he murmured.

– Lick me deeper! – I cried, writhing.

Orgasm shook me, but he didn’t stop. He knelt, guiding his hard cock to my slit.

– Ready for uncle? – he asked.

– Yes! Fill me! – I begged. He entered slowly, stretching me. For the first time I felt so full, so complete. We began moving rhythmically; the bed creaked beneath us.

– You’re tight, perfect – he groaned, driving deep.

– Harder, uncle! Fuck me like an animal! – I shouted. He switched to rough sex, slapping my ass, pulling my hair. We changed positions: doggy, cowgirl. While I was on top I rode him wildly, my breasts bouncing.

– I’m coming! – he yelled.

– Cum inside me! – I ordered. Hot cum flooded my pussy, mixing with my juices. We collapsed exhausted, cuddling among the antiques.

– That was the best of my life – I whispered.

– And not the last, darling. We’ll come back here often – he promised, kissing me.

The summer continued and we discovered each other anew. I was truly happy, in love with this taboo.