LOGINDavid’s POV
I could see Lara holding on to her oversized t-shirt and covering her bare chest with it as she rushed over to the buzzing satellite phone on the table. Her legs were still trembling, her thighs damp with her own juices, from the orgasm I had given her. The fabric came in contact with her firm nipples and gave her little jolts with each step. I sat beside the cot, rubbed Max's back down and patted him gently back to sleep. I didn't look her in the eye, but there was a heat between us. She promptly responded, maintaining a steady voice. It was her mother who was checking in. “Oh, it’s okay,” she replied softly. “Max just got a little fussy, but he's calmed now, Uncle David is with him.” I listened while continuing those slow, soothing pats on Max’s back. My own phone vibrated shortly after. I answered it quietly, one hand still on the baby. Lara slipped back to the couch, pulling her shirt on loosely, the hem barely covering her. I dropped my voice into that flirty tone I used with women. “Yeah, babe… miss you too. Island’s hot as hell. Wish you were here to cool me down.” My free hand adjusted the massive bulge in my shorts, stroking myself lightly through the fabric while I talked. I ended the call after a few more low laughs, shoulders tense. Then I moved to clear the lunch plates from the table, acting like nothing had happened. Like my fingers hadn’t just been deep inside her, making her gush all over the couch. “What did your mom say?” I asked casually, not meeting her eyes as I stacked the dishes. “Just checking in,” she replied, her voice light. “Everything’s good on the trail. They’ll call again tomorrow.” I nodded, wiping my hands. “It’s getting late. Past bedtime for you too, kitty. Go get some rest.” She stood and paused at the doorway to the small bedroom area. “Uncle David… will you come pet me to sleep? Like you normally do?” I hesitated, jaw tight, but followed her. The cabin’s humid air wrapped around us as we stepped into the dim room. She lay on the bed, her t-shirt riding up her thighs. I sat on the edge, my big hand gently stroking her hair, then her back. After a quiet moment, she turned to face me, shy but bold. “That call… was it one of your women? The way you talked to her… it made me ache again. Is that bad?” I sighed, rubbing my neck. “Lara, we need to talk about earlier. What we did… it was wrong. I’m your uncle. This can’t keep going.” She sat up slowly, letting the shirt slip just enough to tease. Her full breasts pressed against the thin fabric, nipples visible. “I know it’s wrong. Everyone would say it’s wrong. But it shouldn’t be an issue that I want you to teach me. I trust you more than any guy out there. Those boys at school? They’d fumble and laugh. You make me feel safe… and so wet. Like in the books I read. The heroines always give in to the one man who knows how to handle them. I want that. With you. No strings, just like you said with other women.” Her words hung between us. I stared, eyes darkening as they traced her body. Something shifted. The protective uncle faded. Hunger took over. “You really meant it earlier, huh?” I said, voice low and rough. “Firstly you’re not other women and no emotions will be attached. Just lessons. You sure you can handle that, princess?” She nodded, with her lip biting in her mouth. “Yes, teach me, Uncle David, please.” I stood tall in front of the bed, my thick arms flexing. My swim trunks were so tight on the bulge I could not have imagined. “Then take my cock out and stroke it properly. Show me how badly you want this lesson.” Her hands trembled as she reached up, pulling my shorts down. My thick, veiny cock sprang free and was long and thick, the shaft so thick that her fingers wouldn't fully grip, veins undulating along it, head broad and already speckled with precum. “It's… so big,” she breathed, clutching her little, soft hand at the base. “I don’t know if I’m doing this right.” I groaned, “You're doing fine,” while placing my hand on her to guide her. “Slow from the bottom to the top, yeah… just like that. Good girl.” I felt my dick twitch and tingle in her hand making me get even harder. Her full breasts jiggled with every stroke under her loose shirt. “Faster, baby,” I said, with a commanding tone. “You feel how hard you made your uncle? This is how your virgin body reacts to me.” She moaned softly. I gently laid her on her back with her legs spread open. I yanked her shorts and panties off completely, tossing them aside. Now she was naked, and her tits were bouncing, and her smooth wet pussy was on display, swollen lips shiny with arousal, clit peeking out begging for touch. “You're mine to teach today,” I growled, rubbing the thick head of my cock up and down her soaked slit. “This small virgin pussy will take all the inches.” “Yes, Uncle… Daddy…,” she whispered. I pushed in slowly. At first, her entrance was tight I could barely push past her entrance. “Oh my god… it’s too big… it burns but… don’t stop. Please.” She begged. “Fuck Lara,” I grumbled as I went further. “You’re so damn tight. Such a good girl taking her uncle’s cock for the first time.” I began to thrust in and out, slowly at first, the old bed creaking under us. Each move caused her breasts to move, and they bounced smoothly. I bent my head over her, and sucked one hard nipple in my mouth, playing with it delicately as I fucked her. Nails digging into my strong shoulders, she had grabbed. “Arghhh, hmmm, yes daddy, I love how fast you go,” she screamed in between moans. “Ple….ease don’t stop.” The air grew thicker, sweat dripping from my solid chest onto her skin. My little soft belly pressed against her as I thrust. I picked up speed, thrusting harder. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room her pussy creaming loudly around me. “This pussy was made for me,” I growled against her ear, my flirty confidence now fully dominant. “I’m going to fill you up completely, princess. You want your uncle to cum in you?” She wrapped her legs around my waist. “Yes, yes daddy… I want it. Please fill me up.” I fucked her harder in deep missionary, eyes locked on hers. Every powerful thrust made her breasts bounce wildly, her moans louder. Her pussy clenched, creaming all over my thick shaft. “Uncle…. Daddy… it’s coming again, oohhh,” she let out a cry. “Let it come. Cum on my cock, baby,” I commanded. “Let me feel this virgin pussy squeeze me.” Her body obeyed. The orgasm exploded through her, her walls pulsing hard around me. She cried out, shaking violently, gushing wet heat over my cock and balls. I buried myself deep and roared, exploding inside her. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb. I felt her belly swell slightly under my hand as I pumped her full. When I made attempt to pull out, I felt her leg locking me in harder around my waist, making me stare at her in shock. “You don’t want me out, kitty?” Her face flushed as she stared at me for a while before she loosened her grip around me, then I pulled out slowly, a thick stream of my cum leaked from her stretched, puffy pussy, dripping down to her ass. Guilt flashed across my face afterward, but my cock twitched at the sight of her marked and leaking. “You did so good, Lara. Stay here. I’ll get you some water.” I pulled my shorts on and left the room, my mind still racing. After setting a glass of water on the counter, I paused in the dim kitchen area. The satellite phone and our things were scattered on the table. My eyes landed on my phone, propped casually against a book; the camera light still faintly blinking. A slow, devilish smirk tugged at my lips as I picked it up. The screen showed the recording had been running the whole time, every moan, every wet slap, every desperate plea from my innocent little niece as I claimed her virgin pussy. I stopped the video, thumbnail frozen on her face mid-orgasm, her soft breasts bouncing, legs wrapped around me. “Fuck… what am I doing?” The guilt hit again, but it was drowned out by darker thoughts. This could be useful. For her “lessons.” For keeping her eager. Or maybe… just for me.Sandra POV Two days passed in a strange, careful silence. We did not speak about the office. We did not touch. We moved around each other in the house like people who had survived something and were still deciding whether it had been a disaster or a beginning. At breakfast Leonard read the news on his tablet and answered Mom’s questions in the same even voice he always used. At dinner he asked me about my classes as if nothing had changed. Only his eyes gave him away, every time they landed on me, they lingered a second too long before he forced them away. I told myself I could live with the tension. I lasted until Thursday night. Mom went upstairs at half past ten with a cup of tea and her book. I heard her door close, then the soft click of her lamp. The house settled into that deep quiet that only came when she was fully asleep. I lay in bed for nearly an hour, restless, replaying the way Leonard had bent me over his desk and the way he had looked afterward like he alread
Sandra POV He straightened and fucked me properly then—hard, steady, possessive strokes that made the desk creak in a slow, deliberate rhythm. One hand remained on my hip, its fingers clenching the soft, fleshy skin so firmly that I knew there would be a mark there by the morning. The other had settled on my neck and in my hair, and had sunk so deep that I arched my neck and tilted my face toward the darkened ceiling, forcing every breath out in a strain. I came faster than I expected. It was intense and abrupt, and my throat was choked, I tried to stifle a scream as it ripped through me. My body was gripping him with strong waves, and for each pulse, it was pulling me harder against the wood, and it felt so good and just a little bit painful. Leonard cursed under his breath and continued to thrust through, making each wave last longer than I could possibly endure, dragging it out until my legs shook and my knees would not bend anymore. The sound of him moving in me was wet, soft
Sandra POV I lasted until the next night. Mom had gone upstairs at nine with a glass of wine and her tablet, the migraine from the previous day still lingering like a dull weight behind her eyes. The house settled into that particular quiet it only reached when she was in her room with the door closed—the kind of silence that made every floorboard and distant pipe sound louder than it should. After waiting 20 minutes, and then another 10, I stood in my bedroom with my heart pounding in my throat until the danger seemed almost reasonable. Leonard was at his office. I had heard the door close earlier, the soft click of the latch that always meant he would be working late, papers spread out, whiskey within reach. I didn’t bother with shoes. The hallways seemed longer than normal, the carpet under my feet seemed too soft and too revealing of every movement. When I reached his office I didn’t knock. I just twisted the knob and stepped in. He had a desk before him with his sleeves
Sandra’s POV I found the statements by accident. It was almost eleven at night. Mom had gone to bed early with one of her migraines, the kind that left her door closed and the hallway quiet. I had only gone into Leonard’s home office looking for a spare charger. The bottom drawer of his desk wasn’t fully closed. When I pulled it open to push it shut, three envelopes shifted and slid forward. My name was on every one of them. I recognised the bank logos immediately. These were the credit cards I had been carefully hiding for months — the ones I opened when my real father cut me off. The ones he had laughed about when I finally swallowed my pride and asked for help. Figure it out yourself, Sandra. You’re not a child anymore. I sat down in Leonard’s chair, heart beating too fast, and opened the first envelope. Paid in full. The second one. Paid in full. The third. Same thing. Every statement showed the same pattern. Overdue notices. Late fees. Then a single clean payment
Rose POV The storm began to change by late afternoon. The wind still howled, but the sound had lost some of its sharp edge. Snow no longer slammed against the windows with the same force. Somewhere far off, a low mechanical noise cut through the white noise of the blizzard for a few seconds before vanishing again. Richard heard it first. He stood at the kitchen window, coffee gone cold in his hand, and stared out at the gray wall of snow. “Did you hear that?” I asked from the doorway. He nodded once. “Plow. Or a truck. Still far.” My stomach tightened. The cabin had felt sealed from the world for days. The idea of the outside reaching us again landed heavy. We spent the rest of the afternoon in quiet motion. Richard checked the generator in the garage. I sorted the last of the food. Neither of us spoke much about the sound we had heard. The air between us stayed thick with everything left unfinished from the morning—his breeding talk, the way he had filled me, the quiet pro
Rose POV I woke to the sound of the storm still screaming against the windows. The snow was pushed further up against the window. There was a light that filtered through that was flat and gray. Richard's arm was pressing down on my hips. His warmth was pressing against my back in my chest. For a few seconds I stayed still, listening to his slow breathing and the wind outside. The night before was like a bruise in my body, soft. We had not gone past the words and the skin. But his honesty still lingered, his confession, my own admission, his holding me as if it didn't matter what happened in the rest of the world. I shifted slightly. His arm tightened. “You are awake,” he whispered to my hair. He spoke in a hoarse whisper. “But the storm hasn't calmed.” “No,” my hand moved down to his, before his hand went back to the soft curve of my stomach. “Neither have I.” These words had the same message he had given me before we went to bed. This time they landed differently. The
Lara POV My pussy was still throbbing when I woke up the next morning. A deep, heavy, insistent pulse that made it impossible to pretend the night before had been a dream. The pain was real, a true burning sensation between my thighs that broke out the second I attempted to turn over under the b
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
Lara’s POVI had a simple list planned out for this holiday.Not a written one, because even I know that’s a little too much. But a mental one, which honestly is worse because it means I’d been rehearsing this holiday in my head since Tuesday.Day one: settle in, claim the good reading spot on t
Lara’s POV My voice came out so quiet I could hardly hear it myself. “Sometimes I wish somebody would show me… so I don’t feel like I’m on my own.” The cabin fell quiet except for the hum of the ceiling fan and the distant roar of the ocean. My heart beat so loud that I could hear nothing else







