TAKING MY UNCLE’S COCK (3)

Lara’s POV

I looked down shyly. The bulge in his trunks was unmistakable now big, heavy, pressing insistently against the fabric. My mouth went dry, but my pussy clenched with a new, hungry ache. It was just like the scenes in my novels, where the heroine sees the hero’s arousal for the first time and feels that rush of forbidden power.

“Is that… because of me?” I whispered, my voice innocent but trembling with excitement.

David swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “This is getting out of hand. We should stop.”

But I didn’t want to stop. The heat between my legs was too strong, too demanding. I felt bold for the first time in my life. Shyly, I grabbed the bottom of my oversized t-shirt and pulled it over my head in one smooth motion. I wasn’t wearing a bra. My full, perky breasts spilled free into the warm cabin air round and firm, with soft, creamy skin that glowed in the filtered sunlight coming through the windows. My nipples were stiff, rosy peaks begging for attention, the kind of breasts that looked made for touching, heavy enough to bounce with every breath but youthful and perky. They sat high on my chest, curving beautifully, the faint blue veins visible under the delicate skin.

David’s eyes locked on them immediately. He looked mesmerized, his gaze dark and hungry as it traced every curve. “Fuck, Lara… you’re beautiful.”

I blushed hard but felt a surge of power. My breasts felt sexy, exposed like this for him—my uncle—rising and falling with my quick breaths.

He shook his head slightly, still staring. “You shouldn’t do that. You know you’re beautiful, kitty. You don’t have to show me like this.”

I met his eyes, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest. “I know I am. That’s exactly why I wanted you to see. I trust you, Uncle David.”

He hesitated, still trying to process it all, his strong hands clenching on his thighs. The bulge in his shorts looked even bigger now. I could see the thick outline clearly. My novel-inspired fantasies flooded my mind—how the heroines always felt that same wet, aching need for the one man they couldn’t have.

“Can I… touch it?” I asked shyly, biting my lip. “Just to learn what it feels like?”

He hesitated, breathing heavier now, his muscular chest expanding. “You don’t know what you’re asking, princess.”

“I do,” I said quietly, my pussy throbbing in time with my words. “I trust you to... Teach me.”

Something shifted in his eyes. The casual, protective uncle look faded, replaced by raw hunger. He took my small hand in his larger one and guided it slowly to the front of his shorts.

My fingers wrapped around the thick hardness through the thin fabric. It twitched powerfully at my touch—so hot, so big, pulsing with life. The shaft felt incredibly thick, like my fingers couldn’t quite close all the way around it, heavy and rigid with veins I could feel even through the material. The head was broad, flaring out prominently at the tip.

“Like this?” I asked, stroking slowly up and down the length, feeling it throb and grow even harder under my palm.

He groaned softly, a deep, masculine sound that made my clit pulse. “Yeah… just like that. Slow. You’re doing so good, Lara.”

I kept stroking, obsessed with how it felt—hot and alive, jumping in my hand like it wanted more. My pussy was dripping now, soaking through my pajama shorts completely. I could feel my juices on my inner thighs, slippery and warm.

David’s hand moved to my leg, sliding up under my shorts with surprising gentleness. His thick fingers brushed my soaked panties, and I gasped sharply.

“You’re really wet, Lara,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with arousal. “All this from one kiss and touching me?”

I nodded, biting my lip hard. “It feels so good when you touch me. Please… don’t stop.”

He pushed my shorts and panties aside with one hand. His fingers found my slippery, bare folds. I moaned loudly as he rubbed my swollen clit in slow, perfect circles. The pleasure hit me like electricity. My legs started shaking uncontrollably.

“Oh god…” I whimpered, my full breasts bouncing slightly with every shiver.

He slipped one thick finger inside me. I was so tight, but so incredibly wet that it slid in easily, stretching me in the most delicious way. He pumped it slowly, curling it just right, then added a second finger. His thumb kept rubbing my clit in firm circles.

“You’re soaking my hand, baby,” he whispered hotly against my ear. “Such a good girl. So tight and wet for your uncle.”

My hips moved on their own, riding his fingers shamelessly. The heat built fast inside me, coiling tighter. My breasts bounced more noticeably with every rock of my hips, nipples tight and aching. I grabbed his strong arm, moaning louder, my head falling back.

“I think… something’s happening…” I gasped, my voice breaking.

“Let it happen,” he said, fingering me faster, deeper. “Cum for me, kitty. Let go.”

The orgasm crashed over me like a massive wave. My pussy clenched hard around his thick fingers, pulsing rhythmically. I cried out, my legs trembling violently as wetness gushed out, soaking his hand, my thighs, and the couch beneath me. Bright sparks of pleasure exploded behind my eyes. I shook and gasped, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down my cheeks.

When it finally slowed, I collapsed against his broad chest, breathing hard. My thighs were slick and shiny with my juices, glistening in the light. My breasts pressed softly against him, nipples still sensitive.

David pulled his fingers out gently, making me whimper at the loss. He looked at his soaked hand, then at me. For a moment, guilt flashed across his handsome face, his strong jaw tightening.

“Shit,” he muttered. “What the hell are we doing?”

Baby Max made a light, fussy crying sound from the cot nothing serious, but enough to break the spell. David stood up quickly, adjusting his massive bulge in his shorts with a wince, and went over to the baby. He leaned down, his muscular back flexing as he gently patted Max’s back in slow, soothing circles, murmuring soft words until the little one quieted and drifted back to sleep.

I stayed on the couch, half-naked, my legs still trembling, my pussy pulsing with sweet aftershocks. I felt bold. Powerful. I had done that—I had asked, and he had given me my first real pleasure. My eyes stayed on David as he stood by the cot, his broad shoulders tense. He kept trying not to look back at me, at my exposed breasts and slick thighs, but I caught his glances. The air felt thick, charged, but the baby’s cry had disrupted the raw intensity, pulling us back toward reality.

Just then, the satellite phone on the table buzzed loudly. It was a call from my mom, probably checking in on max during the hike. David glanced at me, his expression a mix of lingering desire and fresh guilt, as I stood to reach for the phone.