ログインLily’s POVUncle Martins didn’t leave the living room for long.I was still standing on shaky legs, hands braced on the centre table, his cum leaking slowly down my thighs when I heard him come back. He had only gone far enough to lock the front door and check that the house was truly empty. When he returned his eyes were darker, fixed on the mess between my legs and the red heat still visible on my ass.“Stay right there,” he ordered.I kept my palms on the polished wood. The oversized shirt was still bunched under my arms. Cool air brushed over my exposed skin. Behind me I heard him move closer, then the soft sound of him collecting some of the cum and cream that had spilled from my pussy. His wet fingers dragged upward and pressed against the tighter rim of my ass.I tensed.He didn’t ask. He worked one thick finger into me slowly, using our mixed slick to ease the way, then added a second when the first slid easier. The stretch burned in a deep, intimate way that made my breath c
Lily’s POVI stayed draped across his lap, breathing hard, shirt bunched around my waist, ass red and pussy still twitching. His cock was a thick, obvious ridge against my hip. For a long moment the only sound in the living room was our breathing and the distant tick of the hallway clock.Uncle Martins rested his wet hand on the back of my thigh, still gripping me like he had no intention of letting me up yet.Then his palm lifted again.The next spank landed harder than the ones before, sharp and deliberate across the already stinging skin of my right cheek. I jolted forward with a fresh gasp. He followed it immediately with another on the left, then a third right across the center that made both cheeks bounce. The heat bloomed hotter under my skin. My pussy clenched helplessly against his thigh again, the slickness between my legs growing more obvious with every strike.He didn’t stop at three.He spanked me in a steady, punishing rhythm—left, right, center—each slap firm enough to
** **Lily’s POV** Uncle Frank didn’t leave. He stepped fully onto the balcony and closed the door behind him without a word. The phone light stayed pointed at us for another second before he lowered it, leaving only the distant city glow and the pale moonlight. Uncle Leo still hadn’t pulled out of my ass. His cock throbbed deep inside me, thick and unmoving, while both men stared at each other over my back. “You’re both insane,” Uncle Frank said finally, voice low. Then he stepped closer. I felt the shift in the air when he decided. His hand settled on my lower back, warm and heavy, and he moved in front of me just enough to free his own cock. The same thick, curved length I had already sucked and taken in the kitchen now nudged against my lips. I opened for him without being asked. He pushed into my mouth at the same time Uncle Leo started thrusting again in my ass. The dual sensation ripped a muffled moan out of me. Uncle Leo fucked my ass in steady, deep strokes while Uncle
*** **Lily’s POV**We stepped off the bus onto the sidewalk and immediately realized how far out of the way we had gone.Wilshire Boulevard stretched in both directions with no familiar landmarks in sight. Uncle Leo checked his phone, cursed under his breath, and turned the screen toward me. The event centre was still nearly forty minutes away by the correct route. The bus we had just left was already pulling back into traffic, packed with the same oblivious passengers who had stood around us while he fucked me in the aisle.“Wrong line,” he muttered. “Completely wrong.”I could still feel his cum warm and slick between my thighs. Every step made it shift inside me. I pressed my legs together under the flare skirt and followed him toward the next stop without answering.The second bus arrived half-empty.Only a handful of passengers sat scattered near the front. Uncle Leo and I moved all the way to the back row. The moment we sat down, the relative privacy felt dangerous. I shifted
****Lily’s POV**No one in the house actually knew the exact direction to the event centre for the naming ceremony next weekend.Aunt Clara had the name of the hall and the fact that they had already paid a deposit, but the location itself was a mess of half-remembered landmarks and conflicting Google results. After ten minutes of arguing in the driveway, Uncle Leo finally sighed, grabbed his keys, and announced that the bus would be faster than driving in circles.I was already in a foul mood.The heavy modest clothes, the constant church talk, the way everyone still watched me like I might burst into flames at any moment—it all sat under my skin like an itch I couldn’t scratch. The last thing I wanted was to stand on a crowded city bus with half the extended family while they argued about street names.We caught the first bus that stopped near the gates.It was packed.People filled every seat and most of the aisle. The air was warm and close, smelling of perfume, sweat, and someon
*** **Lily’s POV**Aunt Clara kept banging on the door until I finally answered.“I’m up!” I called, my voice tight. I ended the video call with Mom as politely as I could, pulled my fingers out of myself, and wiped them on the sheet. My pussy was still throbbing, right on the edge of an orgasm that was now completely ruined.Then I took my bath I dragged myself to the wardrobe and pulled on the long, heavy gown Rachel had left for me the day before. The fabric swallowed my body whole again. I wrapped the matching scarf around my head, checked that nothing too revealing showed, and opened the door.Aunt Clara stood there with her arms folded, already dressed for church, the baby nowhere in sight.“Finally,” she said. “Hour of Mercy starts in less than an hour. Move.”The drive to the church was silent except for Rachel occasionally humming a hymn under her breath. I stared out the window and tried not to think about Mark’s voice or the picture I had sent him or the way Uncle Frank’







