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 grabbed the wine bottle and was about to head into the living room when that heavy feeling intensified. I finally worked out what that sense was.I wasn’t alone.And as if my thoughts conjured that reality, there was a hard rap at the front door. I didn’t move right away but turned and faced the entryway of the kitchen and foyer. A second later, there was another rap, this one harder than the first.Heart in my throat, I headed toward it. My hand had just wrapped around the doorknob when it started turning on its own. I didn’t have time to slide the lock in place before the door was pushed open.I stumbled back, my jaw unlocking, lips parting as it swung inward. I nearly dropped the bottle of wine but ended up hugging it to my chest as I gasped, both at seeing who it was and the freezing glass suddenly pressed to my cleavage. But it wasn’t relief that filled me when I saw it was my uncle who stood on the other side, dressed all in black and looking me up and down.It was a wave of heat and lust that instantly slammed into me as well as a healthy dose of fear. I moved several steps back.This was my uncle. Family. I shouldn’t have any anxiety being around him, but the way he looked at me was primal. Animalistic. And combined with the shame I felt from my lust toward him, my emotions lit up as wholly negative. Family or not.He came in and shut the door behind him, sealing us in together. This felt… different. And not just because his eyes dropped to where the chilled bottle of wine had hardened my nipples enough they certainly showed through my pajama top. Where those black eyes lingered.“Dad and Mom left for the night.” My voice was soft, my mouth dry, my throat tight as I tried to distract him from the way he zeroed in on my breasts.“I know,” he said and smiled slowly, and I knew in that moment this was exactly what he wanted.“I know.”Damien’s words echoed in my head.I licked my lips and turned, dropping the bottle to my side as I headed back into the kitchen. He followed, the sound of heavy footsteps filling the air.I refused to look anywhere but at my wineglass as I poured myself another when I heard his footsteps coming closer from behind.“Look at me,” he ordered, and I exhaled and slowly turned around. My newly filled wineglass in hand felt like a shield I could use to keep distance between us. I drank from it greedily as I stared at him.His massive body filled the suddenly small space that was my parents’ giant kitchen just minutes ago. Covered from head to toe in black, he looked like some kind of ominous angel of death.Dark hair disheveled around his head and falling over his forehead.Black jacket covering an equally dark T-shirt that molded to his chest and showed all the definition of his masculinity.His dark pants weren’t tight, but they were formfitting enough I could see how strong and powerful he was.And then, to end it, he wore onyx-colored combat boots that pulled together his whole “shit-kicker” appearance.For long moments, we just stood staring at each other. I felt a weird shift in the air. Everything got hotter, thicker.My skin was burning from his intense focus on me.Neither of us said anything as I watched him grab a bottle of my father’s scotch from the cupboard and pour himself a hearty glass. He took a long pull from the glass, his focus on me.When he set his glass down and braced his hands on either side of himself on the counter, I told myselfnotto look at the way his biceps bulged from that slight movement.We stood there staring at each other. It was like this game of who would break eye contact first. I wanted to look away so badly, his focus too intense, too explosive, that I felt it wrap around me.“All alone tonight, Fina?” he all but growled, his head slightly lowered, his eyes trained on me.I nodded slowly.“Hmm,” he hummed low in his throat. He said nothing, then the corner of his mouth gradually rose in a smirk. “Come here,” he ordered, hard and measured.I shook my head.“I said come here, Fina.” His voice was deeper. Darker. He was commanding and dominant.I found my feet taking me closer to him of their own accord, only regaining control of myself in time to stop when I was a foot from where Damien was, and I could feel a flush stealing over me.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
but we headed into the staff lounge and discovered that everyone in the company was there, and it was pretty much standing room only. I saw Jimmy and Eric sitting at a table with an empty chair, and I was more than a bit shocked when Eric waved me over to join them. Since I worked on my feet, the idea of sitting sounded wonderful so I stepped away from the girls in my department and sat down with the guys."Thanks," I said."Sure thing Zeela," said Eric with a big smile.I rolled my eyes at him. "I've told you before to call me Zee," I said.I have always hated my name and even though I go by Zee, Eric always called me Zeela since the day we first met. "I know, but I like your full name, it's so pretty, just like you.""What? Are you hitting on my ex-girlfriend now?" snapped Jimmy."So what if I am?" said Eric. "You're the idiot who broke up with her."Jimmy rolled his eyes and I said, "Come on guys, we're all tired from the long day and the longer week, so let's not fight, okay.""Fi