Intimate conversation

"What I don't want to do is rush into things. Let's go back downstairs and chat some more. After you, Charlene,” Aaron says, gesturing me to get up. I do and head for the door. I make my way through the hallway again, finding the stairs, sensing my uncle following close behind. I navigate through the house to the same room, to the same couch we initially started the session, where I was already on my knee before him, sucking his dick. This time, I take a seat on the couch and he chooses to sit right next to me, as he was before, upstairs on the edge of the bed.

I realize that it's been mostly him asking the questions and myself giving out truthful answers. I decide it's my turn to ask the questions, hoping I could relieve him of a one-sided conversation. “You have a nice house, Uncle Aaron. When did you move? And did you move because of me?” I ask.

He gets immediately comfortable, swinging his arm around me, resting it across my back, his hand coming to rest on my hip. My tank top exposes my midriff, so he is currently skin-on-skin with his hand on my side. In turn, I sort of lean into his body, finding my hand on his thigh. He doesn't protest from this minute shifting of our bodies trying to find a comfortable position. “Thank you, Charlene. I moved about six months ago. And yes, I did move here primarily to be closer to you. Granted, you are still in the same city you grew up in as a kid, so I am living close to your parents' house as well,” Aaron answers. “So, what made you want to do Fleshy as a girl?”

Before I answer, I decide to reposition myself, finding sitting side by side like this doesn't make sense for a conversation like this and decide if we are going to have intimate conversation, our position should also be intimate. I swing my legs up and over his lap and with some leverage, manage to actually side-straddle his thighs. His hand on my side is now on my lower back, massaging the skin lightly. He has a glad expression on his face, delighting in my new position. “To be honest, I've always had the idea that if I could change into the opposite gender, I would, even for a day. When X-Change came out, I realized I could make my fantasy a reality.” I continue, telling him that I started by buying as Basic 24-hour pill, loving the feeling of transforming into the opposite sex, though discovering the limitations of being an introvert. I knew I wanted to try having sex as a female, even though I've only masturbated as a man. Touching my new pussy, experiencing my first female orgasm was only getting me so far. I desired the feeling of being filled. “Fleshy was released not long after the **** was sold. I guess it was a safe route for those on X-Change, so the timing was great.”

“Do you do it for the money or more for the sex?” Aaron asks, his hand gently caressing my leg.

I watch his hand do this and then look up to meet his eyes. Something in my gut tells me to stay honest and truthful. “For the sex,” I say, my answer not really changing my uncle's expression that much, though his gaze lowers a bit, as in considering the reasons for my answer. I save him the breath and tell him, “I didn't have anybody to do it with-” but he cuts me off, finishing my sentence.

“Now you do,” he states. The hand on my leg runs past my knee and encroaches the skin of my inner thigh, the thin fabric of the yoga pants not helping in any way to lessen the sensation I feel. “You can stop using Fleshy to connect with random strangers. You have someone who is willing to help you in your curiosity and he is willing to pay you too.” The hand on my inner thigh gets dangerously close to my crotch, inciting a tickling feeling in my loins. The hand on my lower back had just now sunk under the waistband of my yoga pants. I feel like I'm blushing and I voluntarily bite my lower lip, a futile attempt to hold back the sensations that I'm feeling.