Uncle Grant and I

Uncle Grant was the sort of man who finished anything he started.

He thought for a second and said, "How about this? I'll support you so you can finish the exercises."

He stepped closer and held my breasts with both hands, trying to take some of the weight off my chest so that the movements wouldn't hurt so much. "Give it a try."

I jumped a few times, and it really did feel easier than before.

He held me carefully, as if he were afraid of hurting me, his palms only lightly pressing.

Even so, the friction made a strange tingling sensation spread from my chest down to my stomach.

I suddenly remembered the adult videos my best friend had secretly sent me, those videos about what happened between men and women.

My legs went weak, and I slumped back into Uncle Grant's arms. His hands kept working to steady me, guiding my upper body and helping me find my balance. The sensation was dizzying. No one had ever touched me like this before.

It was itchy, restless, like something deep inside me was waking up. For one second, I felt an intense craving for warmth to fully embrace me.

Seeing me go soft in his arms, Uncle Grant was clearly affected, too. His body felt even hotter than before, his breathing low and heavy as he hugged me tighter, pressing me against his chest as he continued to correct my movements.

His eyes had a dazed, unfocused look. His hands slid lower as he tried to help with my lower body posture, tugging at the edge of my tight yoga pants, revealing my thong underwear.

"Carmen, let me help you finish today's training, alright?" His voice was hoarse.

When I opened my mouth, what came out was a breathy little pant.

"Then… We'll stop working so much on your upper body and focus on your legs and hips." Uncle Grant's gaze was dark as he said that. He wrapped one arm around my waist and used the other to support me from behind, lifting me up and lowering me down…

It was unbearably embarrassing, but it also felt intolerably good. He moved faster and faster, his hands tight on my body…

My whole body shook until I trembled, and I finally went limp against him. Uncle Grant gave a quick kiss on my cheek instead. "Good girl, Carmen. You did great. This is a very good form of training, you know."

"But Uncle Grant, I feel like I have no strength left at all. Does this really help?" I asked in a small voice.

He paused. His hand, still resting on my hip, shifted slightly forward, and I shivered. He then said, "Carmen, pay attention to your body. Try moving your legs now."

A muffled sound escaped my throat as I instinctively clamped his hand between my thighs together...

"Carmen, does it feel uncomfortable?" he asked.

I flushed and shook my head.

"See. You're already much better than before. You've never really been close to men, so your body is too sensitive. That's why you freeze up and panic when those young men surround you. Now, I'm increasing the amount of contact and training. Once you get used to it, what happened at university and the physical education tests will be nothing for you," Uncle Grant said.

It sounded reasonable, so I nodded.

After that, Uncle Grant went out to buy me a proper sports bra, saying that we could add another set of training later.

But my whole body felt sweaty, so I hurried to take a shower first.

I was still in the bathroom when Uncle Grant's good friend, Larry, came in. He was whistling as he headed for the toilet, his zipper already half open.

He stopped short when he saw me through the steam. His eyes fixed far too boldly on my upper body.

"Carmen, why are you showering in the middle of the day? How about you let me help you scrub your back?" he joked, his hand already reaching out. But before his hand could touch me, Uncle Grant grabbed him and dragged him back out. It seemed like Uncle Grant had returned right after Larry came in.

"Out," Uncle Grant snapped.

He then quickly tossed the new sports bra in through the gap in the door and left in a hurry. I quickly finished my shower and changed into a clean set of clothes.

Since the yoga outfit was soaked, I had to settle for a T-shirt and shorts.

When Larry heard what we were planning for the next set, he insisted on helping too. "I'll train Carmen as well," he said.

He was also an old friend of my dad's. He was in great shape and worked as a coach at a gym. So, I ended up standing between two muscular men.

Uncle Grant took his place behind me again, guiding my squats, his hands firm on my waist. He told me to sit back against his thigh if I were going to lose my balance.

After two squats, my legs were already burning, and I couldn't help but collapse fully onto his leg. The heat of his legs made my knees feel even weaker.

Seeing this, Larry moved closer from the front and pressed a hand against my chest to adjust my posture.

"Don't hunch," he said. Using the excuse of correcting my form, he kept shifting and nudging my shoulders and upper body. However, his hands never stopped testing me.

My mind felt foggy as my whole body burned. The two of them moved closer and closer until I was completely trapped between them, sandwiched from both sides.

At some point, soft, breathless moans started leaking out of my throat. And my legs, held by their rough hands, couldn't stop trembling and shifting…

"Uncle Grant, hot…" I murmured, my voice sticky and sweet like honey as I reached back to grab his arm and rub my cheek against his shoulder.

In the struggle, my T-shirt rode up, exposing my two bouncy breasts.

Larry's eyes went red as he slid an arm around my shoulders and leaned in closer. "Don't hunch. Open your chest," he said.

I lifted my chest on instinct, and he bent his head, his lips brushing dangerously close as he began to suckle…

Behind me, I could also feel Uncle Grant becoming tense, as if even he was on the edge of losing control of himself. His hands reached down toward the waistband of my shorts, and he jerked my underwear.

"Come on, Carmen. You won't feel hot after you remove it..."