Uncle Damon's Little Voyeur 01

Millicent’s POV

I’ve been watching my uncle fuck his wife for three weeks now and I’m not even sorry about it. It’s wrong. It’s dirty. It’s the kind of thing that would get me locked up in someone’s attic if anyone ever found out but I can’t help myself. I do it. Every. Single. Night.

Maurice never fucked me like that. My ex barely even looked at me during sex. Two sad little sessions and he was already coming, then checking his phone a second later. I didn’t even know what oral sex looked like outside of p**n.

Uncle Damon? Damon fucks like he’s trying to ruin Yelena for all men. Like he wants her to feel it for days.

The first time it happened, the toilet in my room was clogged and dead. Instead of going to the one downstairs, I went to the one right next to their bedroom and that’s when I heard her. Yelena was loud as hell. Moaning, begging, crying, a whole messy soundtrack.

I sat there on the closed lid and touched myself twice before I could even stand up. I came so hard that my legs went stupid. Then I ran back to my room like the hallway was on fire and I was the one that set it.

I went back the next night. And the one after that. Same routine every time. Creep. Listen. Watch when the door was open enough. Rub myself raw in the dark. Bolt back to my bed and finish the job with my face buried in a pillow.

The watching started a week ago when I got greedy and walked past the bathroom door and found their door slightly ajar. I stood there like a total freak, watching him bend her over the mattress. I couldn’t see all of her but I saw enough of him. His thick cock sliding in and out of her over and over. The way his hips rolled as he took her. The way he was gripping her ass like his life depended on it.

When he grabbed her hair and yanked, she made this dirty little sound that went straight to my clit. I came standing up. Didn’t even need to touch myself. Just watched and fell apart.

Tonight he’s got her on her knees on the bed, back pressed to his chest, both of them facing the door. She has a dark blindfold on. One of his arms is locked around her waist. The other is crossing her front and his hand is squeezing her breast.

“Say my name,” he grunts right against her ear.

She’s shaking and whimpering while he slides in and out of her, his cock all shiny with how wet she is.

“Say it,” he repeats, his hand moving from her breast and wrapping around her throat. I can’t tell whether it’s a gentle or hard grip.

“Damon,” she moans.

My legs start trembling and I bite my lip so hard I taste blood just to keep quiet.

“No,” he growls, and starts fucking her harder and faster. “You know what I want to hear.”

“Uncle Damon,” she cries out, her body shaking so hard that I can tell she doesn’t have any control over herself.

He shoves her upper body down so her ass is up in the air. “Fuck, Milly. That’s so hot.”

My entire body freezes.

Partly because her name is not Milly. Mainly because my name is Milly, for Millicent. And Yelena looks nothing like me.

She’s the tall skinny Russian with the tiny tits and the perfect little dancer body. I’m the chubby one. Big ass. Wide hips. Tits that go on for days. The girl the college boys called fat while they chased my little sister. The same sister who was fucking Maurice the whole time and my mom knew, but never said a word.

The point is, I’m the only Milly he knows. Or at least I think so.

Yelena starts moving her hips like she doesn’t care that he just called her by the wrong name. She meets every thrust with the same energy he gives.

“Shit.” He groans, grips her hips, and buries himself all the way in.

He runs a hand through his hair. Then his head lifts. His eyes lock onto mine. And he doesn’t look away.

We just stare at each other for what feels like forever. Yelena is still breathing hard and whimpering while he’s still inside her.

I turn and run.

My bare feet slap the hardwood like I’m being chased by the police. I don’t look back. I don’t stop until I’m in my room with the door locked and my back slammed against it. My heart is trying to punch its way out of my chest. My underwear is a lost cause. My hands won’t stop shaking.

He said my name and he saw me watching them like a deer caught in the headlights.

While he was balls deep in his wife he said my name like it was the thing that drove him to the end.