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“You bought the tickets right?” Bruno asked as he buckled himself in. Mirabel did the same from the passenger seat before nodding her head.
“The tickets and the snacks. I just need to show them the code and we can pick them up.”
“Snacks, too? I didn’t know you could get those online.” He pushed the start button on the car, the low hum of the engine barely noticeable as the dashboard lit up.
“Yeah, they’ve had that feature forever. When was the last time you saw a movie?”
“In a movie theater? Years probably. I usually just stream them,” he admitted sheepishly. “Did you get good seats?”
Mirabel grinned. “The best seats!”
They pulled out of the driveway of the Casita and headed out of the Encanto. Their tiny little village didn’t have a theater of its own, but a couple of towns over had a big, fancy cinema. That’s where Mirabel insisted they go.
She was admiring the large GPS screen on the dashboard of his car. They stopped at a red light, so Bruno touched the screen to bring up the main menu.
“We can get ourselves in the mood.” Bruno opened his music app. “Which movie are we watching again? I can find the soundtrack for it”
“Oh, I don’t remember,” Mirabel giggled nervously. “I narrowed it down to either the latest Disney film or some superhero movie, but I don’t remember which one I picked.”
“Seriously?” He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Alright, I’ll just pick something.”
“Speaking of ‘getting in the mood,’” Mirabel purred. “We should totally make out in the backseat of your new car one of these days.”
He said nothing. She knew he heard her, but he focused on playing a random song before the light turned green and they were off again. His lack of reaction didn’t escape Mirabel’s notice and she bit her lip nervously.
“I, um.” She swallowed. “I really enjoyed last night. I was hoping we could do that again.”
Bruno shook his head but didn’t look at her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“All we did was kiss. It’s not that big a deal.”
He gave a burst of a laugh, though there was little amusement in it. “That was more than a kiss, Mirabel, and it was not appropriate.”
“I didn’t see anything wrong with it,” she said with as much saccharine-sweet innocence as she could muster.
He shook his head, the hint of a smile on his face. “No, you wouldn’t, would you?”
“The back row?” Bruno stared at Mirabel incredulously, holding a large tub of popcorn and his drink. “I thought you said we got good seats.”
“I wanted the back row,” Mirabel pouted. She held her drink in one hand and some candy in the other.
“The center seats are the best for watching a movie,” he scooted down the aisle sideways, watching his step before reaching the proper number and sitting himself down.
“That’s if you plan on watching the movie,” she said in a coy whisper.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
They both sat down in their seats, Bruno resting his drink in the cupholder between them and the popcorn on his lap. He took off his green denim jacket, so he was just wearing a plum, button-up shirt and brown slacks.
Mirabel wore a navy blue sundress, the flowy skirt, covered in intricate embroidery, only reaching her knees. She set her drink and snacks in the opposite drink holder, then glared at Bruno’s.
“You should put your drink in the other cupholder.”
He took a fingerful of popcorn and tossed it into his mouth before glancing over at her. “Why?”
She picked up his cup with one hand. With the other, she lifted the armrest between them, putting it back against the wall before handing his drink to him with a smirk. He chuckled before taking his soda and obediently putting it in the other cup holder.
Nothing was separating them now. Mirabel took advantage by resting her head on his shoulder and he leaned his head on hers, still stuffing his mouth with popcorn.
“You’re going to eat all the popcorn before the movie even starts,” she griped, taking a handful herself and eating it.
“Popcorn rarely lasts through the previews when I’m holding the bucket.” He grinned.
“Then maybe I should take it.” She grabbed hold of the bucket, receiving little resistance as she set it in her lap. Bruno just shrugged and took a swig of his drink.
The lights dimmed, followed by a prompt on the screen reminding everyone to turn their phones off. The back corner they were in was plunged into darkness as the previews came on. All they could see was the brightly lit screen and a scattering of other patrons. Most were in the center and other areas of the theater. There was no one over where they were sitting.
Exactly how Mirabel wanted it.
With his head close to her, it was easy to lean over and whisper so only he could hear. “I can’t stop thinking about yesterday.”
His body stiffened. It was not the reaction she expected nor wanted. Had she made a mistake? She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to regain her faltering confidence.
“I want to do it again.”
It was a request that felt innocent but wasn’t. All they’d shared was a kiss, just a simple kiss. Their eyes had closed and their lips touched, with just enough pressure and movement to know it wasn’t accidental. And they lingered there long enough to make it forbidden. Uncles didn’t kiss their nieces the way they had.
“Mirabel, we–” He hesitated. “We shouldn’t.”
“But I want to!” She hadn’t wanted to sound desperate, but there was a bit of whine in her voice. One hand went to his arm, just below where she rested her head, and she began rubbing it. “I liked it. I want to do it again.”
It was too dark to see anything, so she simply waited, letting her other senses pick up on his reaction. For the longest time, all she could detect was his slow, deliberate breathing, and the faint pulse under his shirt and skin.
“Is this why you picked the back row?” he finally said.
“We have the most privacy here,” she whispered back.
“You never intended to see the movie, did you?”
She gave a timid chuckle, “I watched it on my phone last night.”
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his large, rough hand take hold of her cheek. His thumb brushed across her lips. He couldn’t see any better than her and was finding her by touch. Which was confirmed when she felt his soft, wet lips press against hers.
She tasted cola and popcorn, sweet and salty. Grasping the back of his head she pulled him deeper into the kiss, letting her free hand gently caress his jaw. Their lips parted and their tongues collided, both eager to intertwine. The hand that was cupping her cheek began to trail down her jaw, to her neck, his thumb tracing along the length. The intimate touch sent a shiver through her, which she knew he must have felt and his hand stopped.
“How far did you want to take this?” he muttered, his lips so close she felt his hot breath on hers.
“As far as you want,” she whispered back, placing a gentle kiss on his lips.
She had hoped to continue making out with him, but he shook his head. “I want to go pretty far, Mirabel. Much further than we should.”
“So do I.” She tried to gently guide his head back to her, but he resisted, hesitated. His thumb went back to rubbing her sensitive neck but he didn’t pull away. He was thinking about it, so she waited with held breath hoping for–
“God, forgive me!” he whispered as the grip on her neck tightened and his mouth found hers again.
Mirabel had never been kissed like this before. His tongue was deep inside her mouth, exploring everywhere. His shallow breaths came harder and faster, and both of his hands were around her head, holding her so tight that she couldn’t escape him even if she wanted to. It was enthusiastic, passionate, almost frantic. She knew that he’d felt the same way as her. Their kiss the day before had lit a spark and it didn’t take much to ignite it.
He released her mouth only to lick and kiss his way down her jaw and onto her neck. He suckled the delicate skin and she struggled to repress a gasp. The movie trailers were loud, but not loud enough to drown them out if they got carried away. His other hand moved down her front, pushing the strap of her sundress down and exposing a breast to the dark. His hand was on it in an instant, kneading and pinching the nipple between his fingers and she let out a faint, muffled groan in response.
She wanted to reach out and touch him, too, but one hand was still holding a half-full tub of popcorn to her lap. The other was entangling itself in his soft curls, encouraging him to assault her neck. Which he was more than happy to do.
His hand moved again off of her breast, down her stomach, and onto her lap. She moved the popcorn bucket, allowing him to reach for the hem of her skirt and expose her thighs to his touch. She opened her legs and his hand moved up till it reached her core and his fingers brushed against her cunt through her panties.
Her breath stopped, then released with a happy sigh. She’d fantasized about him touching her like this, but this was better than anything she had dreamed. She could tell her panties were already soaked before his fingers began gently rubbing her pussy lips, even pressing one finger between them, pushing the silky fabric into her folds.
She’d never had a man, or anyone for that matter, touch her this way and it sent shivers through her body. His fingertips moved up and found the tiny bud within, causing her to buck unexpectedly and the popcorn bucket fell to the floor.
“Oh! Oh, no!” she whispered, hearing the bucket land on the ground with a loud smack, the kernels rattling across the floor. Bruno immediately withdrew his hand from her and sat back, fearful that the other patrons might notice and look back to see them. Mirabel quickly pulled her skirt down with one hand and put the strap of her sundress back, covering her exposed breast. No one looked back, though. The trailers were almost done and the movie was about to start, so no one noticed or paid them any mind.
Mirabel breathed a sigh of relief and grinned over at her uncle. “I guess we’re not eating any more popcorn tonight.”
He gave a short laugh before leaning down to whisper in a sultry voice, “Where were we?”
Reaching under her skirt, she grabbed her panties, lifting her hips and legs enough to slip them off.
“Right about–” Taking hold of his head, she pulled him down to her, whispering “here” just as she kissed him again.
He returned the kiss feverishly as his hand went straight to her lap and under her skirt. There was no cloth in the way of his probing this time, and as his finger hit her clit and began to rub back and forth she let out a quiet whimper into his mouth.
She’d played with herself many times, but this was the first time someone else had touched her this way. The anticipation of every touch, every stroke, never knowing what he might do next elevated everything to another level. And knowing he was doing it all just to make her feel good made her feel cherished and loved.
His thumb remained on her clit while his fingers slipped lower, reaching her opening, letting only one digit in. Mirabel shuddered in expectation, but his finger didn’t go far before he hit a barrier. He moved around it a bit, searching for a larger opening, and when he didn’t find one he just–stopped.
“Mirabel,” he whispered, a sound of concern in his voice. “Are you a virgin?”
She stared at his face in the dim, changing light of the movie screen and laughed sheepishly.
“Yeah, I’ve never done this before. Like, ever!”
He gave a disappointed sigh and began to withdraw his hand, but Mirabel grabbed his wrist in a panic.
“No, no,” she urgently whispered. “I want this. Please don’t stop. It feels really good.”
“You can’t expect me to take your virginity,” he muttered.
“But I want you to.” She kept hold of his hand and leaned forward, gently kissing him on the lips. He didn’t pull back, but neither did he reciprocate. “I want you to be my first.”
“Mirabel, your first should be with a boy you love, not your–not with me.”
“But I love you.”
“I love you, too, but–”
“Don’t you want me?” she whimpered.
“Yes, I do, but this isn’t right!”
Despite his protests, he hadn’t pulled from her flimsy grip. Biting her lip, Mirabel decided to start coaxing his hand closer and closer to her sex, the whole time keeping her sights on him. His eyes, dimly lit by the movie previews, said he was conflicted, but he made no effort to pull away. It wasn’t long before he was touching her again, and as if they had a mind of their own, his fingers slipped between her wet, pussy lips once again.
“Fuck,” he cursed as he leaned down and took her mouth with his. Once again their tongues entwined as his fingers pressed against her entrance. He wasn’t going very deep, but it felt good nonetheless.
“Mirabel,” he spoke in a hush as his lips moved to her jaw, then to her ear. “I need to stretch you out. This might hurt a little, okay?”
She pursed her lips and nodded.
He pressed a single digit deeper inside her. It didn’t hurt at all and she shuddered at the sensation of him moving around inside her. It felt nice, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more.
He moved his whole hand around, his finger moving with it, and Mirabel felt her first twinge of pain. It was mild, barely noticeable, and she didn’t even flinch.
A second finger went inside of her, and she felt another twinge of pain, like a cat scratch. It still felt amazing, though the mild sting left her feeling a little anxious. Not enough for her to want him to stop. He moved his fingers around, and again there was a slight pain mixed with immense pleasure. If he kept it up this way, this was going to be a piece of cake
“Are you okay?” Though he spoke in a low tone, it sounded loud with his mouth right by her ear.
She nodded. “It feels wonderful.”
A third finger slowly pushed its way inside of her, and this time she felt it. The twinge of pain became a red-hot poker in her insides, and she gasped and cried out loudly. Bruno reacted quickly, reaching his free hand around her head and covering her mouth, before looking out at the theater again.
Mirabel glanced around as well, mindful of her eyes becoming wet. The movie was playing on the screen, casting a dim light on the dozens of figures in the theater. One patron was squeezing through the seats to get to the aisle, but no one was looking in their direction.
“Sorry,” he whispered in her ear as he slowly moved his hand from her mouth. “We can stop if you want.”
She shook her head. “No! I still want this!”
He gave her several, gentle kisses on her cheek, jaw, and ear. Slowly and gently, he put his hand back over her mouth before he started moving his fingers around once more. The pain returned and she squirmed a bit, trying as hard as she could to not make a sound, but a few muffled grunts made it through. It was all short-lived, to her relief, and soon the pain dulled enough for her to feel only bliss.
She relaxed against him, burying her head in the nape of his neck and resting her hand against his chest. Now that the hardest part was done, he removed his hand from her mouth and his thumb went back to her clit, gently stroking it as he moved his fingers against her walls. Her hand clutched at his shirt and her hips rocked just a little as his thumb and fingers worked their magic. It felt so good.
As his fingers caressed her insides, she glanced down his front. Even in the dim light, she could see the obvious tent forming in his pants. Letting her hand slide down his torso she reached the top of his slacks and, using one hand, unbuttoned and unzipped him.
His boxers were as green as his denim jacket, and she could see a bit of flesh poking out from the gap in the front. Reaching in she took hold of him and freed his cock, and Bruno trembled in response.
The fingering was nice, but she knew what she really wanted. Gently pushing Bruno’s hand away from her cunt, she stood from her seat and moved to stand before him. Bruno, for his part, lifted his hips and pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees. He reached out to her, taking hold of her hand to steady her as she moved to sit on him.
“Wait, wait!” He placed a hand on her back to stop her and she froze, glancing back at him confused. “Sorry. Stay right there. I need you to block me from view for just one sec.”
He reached down into his shirt pocket and pulled out a square wrapper. He ripped it open, pulling out a condom, which he promptly rolled onto his dick.
Mirabel looked at his newly wrapped cock, then gave him a snarky grin. “You planned this, didn’t you?”
He gave her a timid grin. “I mean, it’s always best to be prepared, but–yes. Or at least I considered it a possibility.”
Mirabel bit her lip, resisting a hearty laugh. Slowly she sat down on him, holding the armrest with one hand and Bruno’s hand with the other. He carefully positioned his cock at her sweet spot and she felt it enter her, stretching her as she lowered herself down slowly.
She stopped a couple of times when she’d hit the familiar twinge of pain. Thankfully, it was short-lived each time, and before long he was fully inside her and she was snug on his lap. She felt him quiver, his hands clasping her waist and a barely-audible groan escaping him.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he croaked. He shifted slightly, causing his dick to press against her walls. It was a subtle movement, but it made her breath hitch and her own body shudder.
She wasn’t sure how to do this part. Just having him inside her, filling her, was heaven. It wasn’t enough, though. She wiggled her hips back and forth a little, which helped her get more comfortable, but it still wasn’t enough.
Bruno placed both hands on her hips and began gently guiding her into a rocking motion. Back and forth, she rolled her hips against him and with each movement, she felt him push into her, over and over. It felt so good, she had to bite her lip again to keep from crying out.
Now she was catching on. They had to keep their movements subtle to avoid drawing attention, but it didn’t take long for Mirabel to fall into the rhythm. Pulling down the armrest, the same one she set up before, she was able to set both hands down, giving her extra leverage to move more easily.
Bruno started off stroking her hips and waist, but once she had it down, he moved them up to cup both of her breasts in his hands. She leaned back against him, twisting her head to kiss him with more tongue action than lips. He felt better than she had imagined. She reached between her legs, lifting her skirt enough to start rubbing her clit with the rhythm of their sex.
Every now and then she’d have the mind to look around the theater and make sure no one saw them, but after a while, she stopped caring. So what if they saw her in utter bliss, fucking her uncle in the back row? Let them be envious. They should be.
“Mirabel,” his voice was raspy and strained as he spoke her name. “I’m going to–I’m about to–uh!” He bucked under her, his cock pulsing as he came. She rubbed at her clit, pushing herself to climax and reaching it just as he neared the end of his. It took every ounce of will she had to keep from crying out as her whole body shook with pure ecstasy.
When it was all done, she collapsed back against him, her breath heavy and her body satisfied. She felt his arms wrap around her middle, pulling her closer and kissing the nape of her neck. She smiled, giving him a contented sigh.
“You are something special, Mirabel,” he whispered to her, moving her hair out of her face to kiss her on the cheek.
“Same to you.” She allowed herself a moment to just relax against him, basking in the glow of their lovemaking.
She twisted her head every so slightly to address him. “Do you want to watch the rest of the movie or should we bail?”
He chuckled. “Let’s get out of here.”