69 Positions; Make Me Cum Daddy

Marina.

Fucking my uncle was something I didn’t think I’d ever do.

But that didn’t mean I wasn’t allowed to dream about it and finger myself to the fantasies of it.

Ever since that day I saw him naked, nothing else had mattered but the thought of him spreading me on a table and fucking me into oblivion.

It had been an accident the day I saw him. I wasn’t supposed to be outside so late at night.

But Gina, my cousin and best friend, was on another gross call with her then boyfriend and they were going into details of all the things they wanted to do to each other. And single as I was, I didn’t want to listen to them anymore and be filled with envy.

I didn’t think anyone would be in the pool.

But when I reached, right before I opened the sliding door leading outside, I heard the water ripple, and I saw a dark outline in the water. In the next second, the outline had taken shape, and James was surfacing.

His head full of dark hair rose first, dripping with water. His chest followed, and I lost all breath. His biceps flexed as he gripped the edge of the pool and pulled himself up.

I had frozen behind the glass, my eyes wide, my seventeen year old brain broken by the sight of pure, hard muscles glistening and dripping with water. My eyes followed the set of abs lower as he pulled free from the water and stood. The shorts he was wearing clung wet like second skin to his powerful legs and it shaped the massive bulge between his thighs.

My heart hammered. My jaw dropped.

It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. It felt like a magnet, pulling me in, flooding me with heat.

My thighs clenched, and for the first time, I felt myself getting wet by simply watching.

I had finally gotten ahold of myself and made my escape without him seeing me. But something changed in me that night.

Unknown to him, James Derrick, my mother’s brother, became my first.

The first man to arouse me without touching me.

The first man that I made myself cum to.

The first man my body sang for, though he didn’t know it.

For months after that, I only thought of him. My mind grappled with feelings I didn’t understand, the pressure in my core building and building until I felt like exploding.

I would be soaked when I woke up from dreaming of him. I would be hot when I thought of him. I was so off my head that all I wanted to do was fuck myself and scream his name.

It was wrong. I fucking knew that. But now, as I returned to the scene of my sexual awakening two years later, I couldn’t help the sensation that ran down my thighs, the uncontrollable soaking of my panties, the rising flush of heat.

I turned my head to Gina in an effort to distract myself.

“We’re gonna have so much fun this summer,” Gina was saying, twirling a lock of dark hair around a manicured finger.

In the last year alone, she’d grown in all the right places. Her boobs had gotten massive, her ass fuller and round, her hips stretching the fabric of her shorts. While I’d grown too, next to her I looked… inadequate.

“I’d invited some of my friends to join us. You’ll meet them tomorrow.” Her pink, glossy lips moved quickly as she continued. “I have just the guy for you, Mari. His name is Chase, and he has a dick like a pornstar, perfect to lose your virginity on.”

I curled from embarrassment as I glanced at the driver.

“Shh, not so loud.”

“What?” She laughed. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. So what if you haven’t fucked a guy?”

She opened her bag, tossed me a lollipop, before unwrapping one and popping it into her mouth.

“What matters is you’re going to. I won’t have my best friend going off to college a green virgin.”

“Lower your voice, Gina. Jesus.”

Gina laughed again and started screaming. “MARINA IS GOING TO FUCK SOMEONE THIS—”

My hand clamped over her mouth, but I was laughing too. The thought warming me up inside.

Yes, I was going to fuck someone, but I doubted she’d be happy if she knew who I wanted to fuck.

A part of me knew the reason I was still a virgin, and it wasn’t for lack of opportunities.

The car parked in front of the wide doors of the Derrick mansion, and Gina jumped out with a happy squeal. I grabbed the lollipop before joining her, and together we bounced up the steps like we were little kids again.

“You’re going to love the pool, Marina,” she said, with her boobs bouncing freely against her top.

I shared her excitement, but for something completely different.

“I need to go pee first,” I said as we entered the large, lavish foyer.

Gina nodded, breaking away and walking across to the sliding doors that led to the poolside.

“Hurry up. I want to swim for a while before Daddy gets back from work.”

“Okay.”

But I wasn’t going to pee.

“You remember your room?” She called out.

“Yep!”

I remembered his room, too. It was two doors before mine, and it was my destination. I climbed the stairs quickly and entered the lavish hallway.

I didn’t know what I wanted out of my mini excursion, but after torturing myself with thoughts of him for two years, I wanted to feel him.

Maybe steal a boxers.

The smell of him hit me the moment I reached the door.

It rushed through my head like smoke, making my body prickle.

I took a deep breath, sighing as it filled everywhere and made my pussy throb. It was like coming home.

My heart began beating as I placed a hand on the knob.

I didn’t mean any harm by snooping through his things.

I just wanted to satisfy an urge in me, to know how his things felt under my fingers and soaked in my juices. It was the only way to get closer to him. I couldn’t fuck my uncle no matter how badly my body kept telling me to—but I could fuck his things.

I would be quick, I told myself as I turned the knob.

Two minutes tops.

Just grab the boxers and leave.

I pushed open the door silently, took a step in, and froze.

James was inside.

Blood drained from my face as I took in what he was doing. He was seated on his bed, legs splayed, pants pulled to his knees and one large hand stroking his cock.

My mouth went dry, and my pussy clenched so viciously I felt like I would fall over.

His head was tipped back, and he was moaning softly like he didn’t want anyone to hear.

He was so into it that he hadn’t heard me come in or felt my presence.

My gaze focused on his hand and the way he was gripping his cock with such controlled strokes, almost like he didn’t want to lose control. The hard flesh was moist with pre-cum leaking from his tip. It was huge.

So huge that I knew I hadn't imagined the size that night.

Neither did I imagine how destructive it was going to be inside me.

It throbbed with every slow, punishing stroke of his hand, the thick veins making my mouth water.

The rest of him was just as hard. His shoulders were rigid under his fitted shirt, every muscle tightening with each stroke and groan, like it physically hurt him.

The shock of seeing him, so aroused, so tortured, and so fucking hot rolled through my body in tight waves that made every part of me coil like tight wire.

I could feel my nipples harden under my tanktop. I could feel my panties soak and the only thing in my head was to go to him, to get on my knees and worship his huge cock like I’d always wanted to.

He let out a strained rumble and from his lips, soft as a tortured whisper, I heard, “Marina.”

My jaw dropped, and the lollipop in my hand clattered to the ground.

James’s eyes snapped open, and his head whipped to the door, his dark eyes landing on me with pure fury.

The weight of his gaze stole what little air I had left.

“Sh-Shit. Sorry.”

I wanted to avert my eyes. To look away, but the magnetic pull of his hand still holding his throbbing cock called to me like sin.

And I shamelessly listened, licking my lips, feeling a sudden hungry shiver in my bones.

He went still. His hand dropped to the bed and the next thing I heard was his thundering voice.

“Get out!”