It's been a long couple of months and I haven't had much free time lately. Next Thursday is Thanksgiving and I'm spending the week leading up to it with my sister and her family. I live alone and don't have many close friends, so while I'd never admit it to my sister—I've been looking forward to spending the holiday with her family.
I've had a pretty enjoyable time with them in the lead up to Thanksgiving, but tomorrow is the aforementioned day and my niece Madelyn has just come down with a cold. My sister is quite busy running around the house preparing food for the big day and my brother-in-law is only getting back from a business trip mid-afternoon tomorrow. This leaves me in the somewhat unbelievable situation I am now—my sister has just asked me to rub some Vicks Vaporub on my niece's chest to soothe her cough. While this might not have been a big deal a few years ago, my niece is now twelve years old and though she certainly can't be called a woman, her body is no longer completely that of a child's. Despite my apprehension, my niece is miserable, and if I have to endure a momentary embarrassment to soothe her cough then so be it.
I call her over to the bathroom adjoining my sister's bedroom and take out the small tub of Vaporub. "Just unbutton your pajama top a little so I can rub on the Vaporub," I say, trying to hide my excitement at being about to touch her small chest. "Uncle Steve?" comes her whispered voice, afraid to speak too loudly for fear of aggravating her cough. "What honey?"
"I feel a little dizzy, can I sit down while you put it on?" I glance around the bathroom, but there isn't anywhere she could comfortably sit while I apply the cream, so I take her hand and lead her to sit on her mother's bed in the master bedroom. My heart is beating rapidly as I place my hands on her young body and begin unbuttoning her pajama top. I swallow at the sight of her exposed chest; she has almost no breasts to speak of, but her chest isn't completely flat, there are subtle curves just around her nipples. With trembling hands I take some Vaporub from its tub and begin smearing it onto her exposed flesh. Try as I might to avoid looking, my eyes drift down to her small swells and linger briefly upon them as I continue applying the cream to her soft skin.
She closes her eyes and leans against my chest and I try desperately not to get hard, though I can't resist massaging her young chest to a far greater extent than is required to apply the ointment. I let out a quiet gasp when I feel her small nipples growing even more prominent beneath my fingers. Is she enjoying my touching her? I wonder, or is this merely an involuntary reaction to my fingers on her smooth skin.
I'm so distracted by my thoughts that it takes me a moment to notice Madelyn's lips part slightly. I freeze and look down to see her mouth open into a tiny O of surprise. I quickly lower my hand to the bed, my heart pounding. What's going on here? Am I imagining things? "Maddie, what is it?" She speaks softly, barely louder than a whisper. "I-I'm not sure... it feels good." My heart pounds as I realize exactly what she means. She doesn't know why, but young body must be tingling at my fingers rubbing across her sensitive chest. "Want me to rub some more on?" I ask, and she nods. "Okay, I'll just keep doing this until you tell me to stop." As I rub the ointment across her chest, my member begins to stiffen within my pants. I can't believe how aroused I am becoming, but I try to ignore my desire and focus on making my niece feel better.
I spend a few minutes rubbing the cream all over her chest, paying particular attention to the area around her nipples. Her breathing grows shallower and she seems to become increasingly relaxed. She glances up at me, and when her eyes meet mine she smiles shyly. "Uncle Steve?" she asks quietly. "Yes Maddie?" "Why are you rubbing my chest like that?" "You were feeling sick and Uncle Steve was rubbing your chest to make you feel better."
"Yeah, but... this isn't how Mom does it," she says, blushing furiously. "S-Sorry, I'll stop." "No, don't stop," she whispers, reaching up and placing her small hand on my mine, "it feels nice." I swallow hard and resume rubbing the cream across her chest. I can't believe what I'm doing, but I can't deny the fact that it feels good. After a minute or two of rubbing, she