TAKING MY UNCLE’S COCK(5)

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 bed sheets.

What have I done?

The question had a way of jamming into my brain like a fist in the face, pounding a combination of fear and electrifying excitement into my chest. Uncle David. My own uncle. He had taken my virginity on this exact mattress last night. But worst of all of that was that I had asked him for it.

The morning after is always exciting in the secret erotic novels I normally read in my E-reader. The books make it sound like an instant magical transformation. They never write about the sticky heavy reality. The way your skin feels hypersensitive to rough cabin sheets. The lingering scent of sex and ocean salt coating the entire room.

There was a thought of shame that tried to get in at the sidelines of my mind. But it was soon overshadowed by the deep hungry ache low in my belly, a restless predatory heat that made my clit throb just as my heart beat. Last semester's boring predictable girl was gone and replaced with someone who had a craving for more of the very same destruction she had just enjoyed.

My fingers slid softly down my tummy and just above my mound. It was an electric feeling in the skin there. I forced my hand away.

Not yet.

I hurried to the shower and took out a long thin white singlet from my bag. The delicate fabric clung tightly to my breasts like a second skin. It revealed my nipples as black, standing out against the white cloth. I wore it with super small cotton shorts that left barely enough coverage on the curve of my ass, letting them ride up every time.

It made me feel exposed, aggressively adult and dangerously playful.

I looked at myself in the little mirror, while stopping in front of it. A deep crimson flush spread down my neck and across my chest.

“Oh my god, Lara,” I whispered. “Look at what you let him do to you. Your nipples are already so hard just thinking about his thick cock pushing inside you… and that mark on your neck.”

I gently touched the faint hickey, and felt a new jolt pierce my core. I had a slight embarrassed giggle, covering my mouth like a girl who's about to catch a glimpse of something filthy. I practised a shy smile, tilting my head so that the hair fell over one shoulder, then took a deep breath.

Be brave today. Let him know that you are capable of taking his class.

I'd stepped into the main area and Uncle David was at the counter, in his broad back in his shorts.I walked into the main area and Uncle David was standing behind the counter in his big back in his shorts. When he heard my feet on the floor boards he turned.

He didn’t greet me casually like he usually do. And his smile wasn’t calm either. He froze in the middle of the drink he was taking.

I watched his gaze darken, dragging slowly down my body. His focus lingered on my visible nipples straining through the sheer fabric before sliding down to the shorts that barely contained my ass.

“Jesus, Lara…” he muttered, voice low and gravelly. “What the hell are you wearing? You trying to kill your old uncle this morning?”

I blushed but held his gaze, shifting my weight deliberately to let the shorts ride up just a little more.

“It’s really hot today,” I said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear so the mark on my neck stayed visible. “I thought maybe I should dress lighter. Does it look okay?”

He set his mug down carefully, jaw tightening. “Lighter? Princess, that’s barely clothing. I can see your hard nipples clear as day begging for attention. And those shorts are riding up your perfect ass with every movement you make.” He shook his head slowly, a predatory smirk playing on his lips. “You sure you know what game you’re playing, princess? After I fucked that tight virgin pussy last night and filled you with my cum, you come out dressed like this? You’re going to make me lose control before breakfast is ready.”

“Speaking of breakfast what do you have prepared?” I asked him, trying to change the topic.

“I made toast, come have some.”

We ate in heavily charged silence. Every scrape of a fork and cutleries felt loud. Beneath the casual conversation about weather and Max’s noises, our eyes kept meeting.

After eating David wiped his hands on a towel. “The heat’s picking up and Max usually naps after breakfast. Why don’t we put on that erotic thriller you mentioned? Clear our heads… or maybe not.”

I nodded eagerly. We settled onto the couch together, my bare thigh brushing frequently against his warm skin. Max dozed off in his playpen nearby, his soft breathing adding to the intimate atmosphere.

As the movie played my body responded in waves. David’s jaw was clenched tight, his breathing heavier, the massive bulge in his shorts obvious and straining. The tension on screen synced perfectly with my racing pulse.

“You’re really testing me today,” he murmured during a quiet scene, leaning closer. “Dressed like that, after last night… and now this movie?”

“Is that bad?” I bit my lower lip. “Does it make me a naughty girl for getting turned on by this… by us?”

He groaned softly, a deep masculine rumble that sent shivers straight between my legs. He pulled me against his side, his hand sliding possessively down to dig into my bare ass cheek under the hem of my shorts.

“Good girl,” he whispered against my ear, kissing and nibbling the bruised mark on my neck. “Your body’s learning so fast. But we can’t go further right now with Max a few feet away. Watch the movie, princess. Let the tension build. Feel how hard you make me.”

He pressed his thick bulge against my hip and reached under my singlet, his fingers finding my nipple and pinching just hard enough to make a quiet whimper slip past my lips.

“Do you think the heroine regrets giving in to him?” I asked breathlessly as the on-screen couple nearly got caught.

David’s eyes locked on mine. “In real life? It’s complicated as hell. Guilt fights the hunger every second. But if she trusts him completely… maybe the risks are worth every forbidden moment.”

As the credits rolled and Max stirred awake, David slowly pulled his hand from under my singlet and reached into his pocket for his phone.

“Remember I said I’d record the lessons so you can recap them later?” His voice was suddenly casual, like we were discussing the weather. “Let me show you what I mean.”

My heart gave a violent jump.

“You… you recorded us?”

“Just a little clip,” he said, a predatory smirk returning to his lips. “For your learning, princess. Don’t you want to see how pretty you looked when you came on my cock?”