Chapter five : Sweet Nightmares

Shit Ivy you are wet.”

The voice was distant. It felt good as that hand creased my breast. His other hand was on my wet thong.

“How can you be so wet and so.”

He didn’t finish his statement as he mouthed my left breast. I let out a moan. ooh fuck I was enjoying this.

He moved his mouth from my swallowing breast to my neck. His tongue explored my neck. I arched my back. His tongue was doing wonders on me.

“Mark what are you doing. Someone may come in and saw us.”

He moved away from my neck before I even processed what he was doing. The hand that was on my left mound breast moved to my belly. It lingered there causing butterflies in my tummy.

“No one will come in.”

He said as he made his way to my thigh. He planted a kiss on my thigh.

“aaa”

I screamed. He quickly inserted his fingers into my mouth. I sucked them.

“Naughty girl. you are making too much noise” he mumbled under his breath as he kissed my inner thighs again. How am I supposing to remain quiet when he was doing this?

“Can I touch you?” He nodded.

He smirked as he watched my movements. My hand moved to his cock. I rubbed it. I wanted to see it. I watched his reaction as I pulled it out. It was big and yummy. It sprung out, causing me to moan.

I shoved it into my mouth. He let out a whimper as I moved my mouth. He held my head. He pulled my hair and that made me move faster. I moaned as I saw him lose control.

I played with his balls, they seemed to smile at me, and their wrinkles seemed to fade. It was fun seeing him like this.

“Fuck Ivy stop touring me.”

He took control as he shoved his dick deeper. His movements were fast and a ripple of pleasure coursed through me.

He came into my mouth. I swallowed his cum. It was warm on my throat. I licked my lower lip.

“mmm, yummy.”

“Ivy Wake up.” someone was shaking me. I opened my eyes

“No” I pushed the hand away.

“Wake up” the person shook me.

“Who the hell wakes me up early in the morning” I screamed.

I opened my eyes, letting them get used to the light. Fuck I was dreaming. How I wanted it to be real. I looked up to meet my cute uncle. The moment my eyes locked with his everything was blur. I didn't want them to leave mine.

What was wrong with me. He is my uncle and I was feeling like this. I let out a huge breath. And worse I had to dream about him.

“seems like you had a wonderful dream.”

he looked at me and chuckled.

“Was I that good?” I stared at him in disbelief.

“Huh?” please do not tell me he was ...

“You are pretty loud you know.” he chuckled again.

“I mean the way you were moaning my name in your sleep. I feel jealous of me.”

A blush crept onto my White cheeks. Blood rushed to my face. I looked away so that he won't notice.

“I do not know what you are talking about.” I snapped

I watched him from the corner of my eyes as he thinned his lips.

“Even the shits do I agree with me.” I looked around. Oo oh my God, the bed was a mess.

“shit.”

I mumbled. What if my mom had walked on me? How was I going to explain this and worse Mark was teasing me?

“What are you doing here Mark. Can't I have privacy in this house?” I blotted out.

“Lisa asked me to call you. She wants to speak to you. And would you help me with something later?”

“Where is she,” I asked.

“she's in the kitchen.”

He walked out, closing the door behind him. Leaving me to my own thoughts. I sighed as I walked to the bathroom. Took a minute's shower and I was done.

I walked into the kitchen to find Mark helping aunt Lisa with cooking. I saw him bent, picking something the knife that had dropped. His jogger showed the outline of his cock. I stared at it. How will it feel inside of me? I wanted it deep inside of me. I wanted to lick him like in my dreams. To see him lose control.

Hell no Ivy, what’s wrong with you. He is your freaking uncle for the love of Christ.

The same inappropriate musings that had beset me when I had stood in front of him, eyes looking that very first day. The request had been innocent enough. But the feel of it…as if something else lay behind his request. Something borderline improper. It had been like something else in me, something brazen and uncontrolled had taken over, my body commanding the helm. And he’d sensed it. I knew he had. Perhaps just as he had that day when we arrived. It made me feel fidgety, excited yet uncomfortable in a way I had never felt like with any man.