The day I met my uncle for the first time, I was seventeen years old.
I felt something shift in the air.I’d never met Damien, my father’s estranged brother, before who I always heard was the black sheep of the family. Who I always heard traveled the world doing “God knows what,” as my father would say.I didn’t ask why he was suddenly at our house for a visit all those years ago. I was curious about this newfound family member and why I’d never met him before or why my father saw him as a “bad guy.”But I never asked because I didn’t think Dad would tell me anyway.I could still picture that first day Damien walked through our front door. His body was hulking and clothed in all black. And whatever flesh I could see had been covered in tattoos. I wondered if his chest and back were as tatted up as arms, hands, and neck.Is his body as defined as it seems through his shirt?Damien screamed menace.I could see him as a mob boss or maybe a crime lord. He gave off vibes he reigned the underworld.I knew it was wrong to take notice of how attractive he was with his disheveled dark hair and equally dark eyes. His coloring was such a stark contrast to mine and even my father’s. We both had light hair and eyes, our fair skin differing from Damien’s olive tone.But there were things that were familiar. The shape of his lips and nose… the same as Dad’s and mine.And since that first visit five years ago, Damien came every week. I saw my father and him becoming closer, as if whatever fragmented part of their relationship was slowly patching itself back together.And the older I got—as the years passed—I started waiting eagerly for his next visit. I watched him more and more. Stared at him longer. Harder.I found this magnetism toward him. It drew me in so deeply that despite knowing how wrong it was to find my uncle attractive, I couldn’t talk myself out of it.I couldn’t reason with myself.It was wrong. It was taboo. I should’ve been disgusted.I knew all of this, knew that finding any kind of attraction to my uncle was absolutely wrong in every single way. Blood should never be with blood.But still, I couldn’t help myself when I closed my eyes and thought about his visit last week. Just the very image of him in my mind had me swaying with the impact of it.He’d been helping my father weatherize the driveway. There was a storm threatening to come, so they’d been salting the cement. Damien hadn’t worn a jacket as he hauled a huge, heavy bag of salt over his shoulder to where my father was.I could picture it so clearly even now.Oh, Jesus.He wore a lightweight, long-sleeved shirt, and I’d never seen a man so cut or muscles so defined.My pussy clenched every time I thought about it.Shaking my head to clear the disgusting, forbidden images of my uncle, I poured myself a glass of wine. At twenty, I still lived at home while I commuted to the local college. It not only allowed me to save money but I also loved being close to my family.Although I wasn’t a virgin, I also wasn’t experienced. And as I reminisced about it, the two boys I let fuck me looked like fumbling, hormonal teenagers compared to Damien.And just like that, even though I’d just forcibly cleared illicit thoughts of him from my mind, he was right back at the forefront of my brain. My heart raced, and my body flushed as soon as I imagined my uncle fucking me in those boys’ place.Oh, God.Suddenly, I was flashed back to last week once more. To Damien dropping his shirt he peeled off after ripping open the bag of salt with his bare hands. To when he slowly turned his head and looked up at where I stood at my bedroom window. My heart pounded as we held each other’s gaze. My face felt like it was set on fire, and when he slowly smiled and then winked, I squeaked and ducked down like a child, feeling as if I’d gotten caught doing something wrong.The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs drew me from my obscene thoughts and back to the present.A moment later, my mom and dad appeared in the kitchen dressed for their date night.“We’re about to head out for the night, Fina sweetheart,” my father said as he adjusted his cufflinks.Dad then turned and embraced my mother. He murmured something to her that had Mom tossing her head back and laughing, her cheeks turning pink.As I absentmindedly watched my father flirt with her, I felt this strange sensation move over me, pulling my attention elsewhere. The back of my neck tingled, and the hairs on my arms stood on end.A chill of…somethingdark and dangerous raced through me, as if something was waiting for an opportune moment of… what?“When are you leaving?” I cleared my throat and ran my hands over my arms.“We have a reservation at the Carlton in the city tonight and tomorrow.” My mom glanced at my dad and grinned. “We splurged for the Presidential Suite. It’s got a balcony with a Jacuzzi.”My mother’s voice was so excited I couldn’t help but smile at her clear happiness. “That sounds nice.”“We’re going to leave so we’ll beat the weather and get there early enough to have dinner in the city.”Despite trying to shake this strange sensation in me, I still felt off, as if there was this heavy presence that had a tight hold on me. Overwhelming me.Or maybe it was just sinking in that I’d be left here alone when the storm would be hitting. Yes, that had to be it. There was no other explanation for it.My parents started talking again, reminding me how to turn on the gas fireplace if we lost power, then said goodbye after they each gave me a warm hug and kisses on my cheeks. A moment later, I heard the front door open and close then their car starting. I stood there and listened to their engine fade into the distance.I tipped my wine glass back and swallowed a mouthful then went back for a second glass. Then a third. I had one goal in mind tonight—finish that bottle of wine and watch a movie until I passed out. Then I wouldn’t have to think about being left alone during a snowstorm. Yes, I was an adult, and my parents shouldn’t have had to worry about their daughter like they did when I was ten and scared of thunder, but still.Couldn’t they have postponed date night until after the inclement weather? Fortheirsafety as well?I g
Beads of sweat dotted my brow and between my breasts that were so cold mere minutes ago. I couldn’t catch my breath as I tipped my head back to stare up into his face. Being this close to Damien was combustible.It was like I touched a live-wire and that electricity was coming straight from the man in front of me.I stared into his dark eyes and saw how closed off he kept his expression, how steely and unforgiving he held himself.It melted me.It soaked me.Damien said nothing, but he snagged a lock of my hair and rubbed the strands between his fingers, watching the act, making a husky sound deep in his throat.I didn’t know why he called me over only to say nothing… and when all he was doing was touching my hair really inappropriately.I tried to catch my breath knowing if hell was real, I had a first-class ticket there because I was completely wet between my thighs.And all because of my uncle.The room was so hot.Iwas too hot.And I forced myself to back away to the other side of
And when I felt the wet, hot glide of his tongue along my ear, I shuddered and thought,Yes, yes, I actuallyamcrossing that line. Because, God help me… this feels incredible.He must have sensed the way I surrendered in my mind because his hands were on my waist, his fingers digging into my hips a moment later. A low growl spilled from him, and it was the sexiest thing I ever heard.“I want to hear you say the words,” he all but snarled. He pressed all his masculine inches into me, and the hard, enormous length of his cock had me gasping.A moan was pulled from me, and I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood. That coppery tang filled my mouth… turned me on even more.“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I lied, those words spilling from me hard and sharp like I didn’t want to even say them.He chuckled deep and low. “Ah, my little niece likes to lie to me.”I shivered, my breasts feeling so sensitive and heavy, my nipples tight and tingling even more than they were from the freezing
Oh, God.“How many cocks have been in this little cunt, niece ofmine?”I couldn’t breathe. His words were so harsh and personal. So hot.Crack! Crack!I cried out as he spanked me several times.“You better be my good girl and tell me.”“T-Two. Only two.”“Hmmm,” he hummed and smoothed his hand over my left then right ass cheek.His fingers skated over my clit, and I sucked in a sharp breath.“I would’ve much rather you had been my innocent, little virgin. Untouched. Unused. But Uncle knows it’s better you’ve been broken in to take my long, thick cock.”Damien started rolling the pad of his thumb over my clit, and a guttural moan left me. I sounded like a whimpering animal as he brought me pleasure I never felt before. I shuddered, so close to coming already.“You gonna let me fuck this pussy the way I want?” He smacked me between my thighs, and I cried as the pain and pleasure coalesced. What was this feeling? I didn’t know whether to run or to beg for more.He pushed my shirt up, in
I crawled to him until I was close enough I smelled the musky scent of him, his cock obscuring my view of his face as I sat on my heels.“Open wide, Fina. Be your uncle’s good girl.”My lips parted. My mouth watered.“I’m going to mouth-fuck you… go all the way down your throat and use it like my personal cocksleeve,” Damien said with a gentleness that didn’t match the crude words, and he smoothed his palm over his leaking dick. Faster than I could brace myself, he had his hand on my jaw, and my hand shot out to wrap around the back of his leg to keep myself steady. I felt the slipperiness of his cum on my skin then tasted the salty flavor of it on my tongue when he shoved his fingers between my lips, prying my mouth open.I gave in to my sudden desire to suck those digits, but it only lasted a second. Because he removed them from my needy mouth, smoothing his hand over my face, wiping it clean on me.“My beautiful whore,” he cooed, and the words both hurt my feelings and made me clen
His enormous body shuddered before he stepped back, his cock bobbing in front of my face, still hard and shiny and slick from my salvia.My lips felt swollen, my throat sore as my hiccupping sobs continued quietly. More spit dribbled out the corners of my mouth, making me feel even more out of control. But to him, it must’ve looked thick and erotic because Damien smoothed his fingers over my lips, smearing my drool around.“My beautiful, dirty, fucking girl. Now it’s time I break in that little pussy of yours.” He cupped my chin almost gently as his thumb caressed my cheek. “Now, Fina,” he said, his tone more like a command, leaning in so our lips were close together. “Give me that pussy.”I knew one thing with certainty.I was going to give him my pussy and more if he demanded it.“Take off your clothes. All of them. So you’re naked in front of me. I want to see that blush on your face spread to your pert, little tits.”My chest hurt from the force of my breathing, and my hands shook
With one last lick, Damien slowly stood, his mouth glistening from eating my pussy and ass out. He gripped my chin and parted my lips then leaned in, bracing a hand on the table beside me, his mouth hovering over mine.“Open wide,” he demanded. “Wider, pretty girl,” he growled when I didn’t readily obey. “Mmm. My good fucking girl.” His focus was on my mouth.Damien added more pressure to my chin until my jaw popped, and I blushed. He leaned in closer, his gaze trained right on mine, and then he slowly let a trail of saliva fall from his tongue and drip into my mouth.He pulled back and stared at what he just put in me, at what hadn’t gotten fully in my mouth and was dripping down the side of my face.“So good, Fina.” He let another long, thick rope of saliva fall onto my lips, and I was so nasty for him that my tongue slid over my bottom lip so I could collect more of his spit. “Gonna fuck you until you’re sore tomorrow.”He let go of my jaw and straightened. Damien still had his coc
It was all I needed to come, to feel my pussy clench and relax around his cock as I milked him and worked him toward his own release.Damien made animalistic sounds, no longer quiet like he was while plunging down my throat. I felt him pinching and tweaking my clit. And those tendrils of pleasure grew until I would never find sanity again.He pulled out just as I felt his cock jerk inside me. I stared with wide eyes as he started jerking himself off before he came hard and long, spewing his load all over my belly and breasts. Thick, white, hot ropes of liquid that covered my skin like he painted me.“Rub it in. Let your uncle see you do it.”I smeared my hands over my belly, along my chest, and over my nipples. His cock was leaking onto the dining room floor as he watched, an audible sound of primal need spilling from him.And then he tucked himself back into his pants and helped me up. He cupped my face in his big hands but just stared at my lips.“Tomorrow night, baby girl, I’m comi