Chapter 3: Uncle Mark Moretti?

Jessy

The knock came sharp and sudden, three hard raps that sliced through the humid haze of the room. My heart jack-hammered against my ribs. I froze on my knees,his cum still glistening on my swollen lips, my eyes wide with the same panic flashing through me.

“Is it Mom?” I whispered to myself, panic surging as I yanked the blanket over my naked skin. The fabric clung to me, damp and warm, a poor shield against whatever storm was about to break.

“I’m coming, girl. Wait for me here,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, still thick with lust. He rolled off the bed in one fluid motion, snatching his boxers from the floor. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

He was about six feet tall, every inch of him carved like something out of a fever dream—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscles rippling under golden skin as he pulled the fabric up his powerful thighs.

I’d never believed a man his age could be this hot, this alive with raw, magnetic energy. His dark hair was tousled, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on his chest, and when he glanced back at me, those piercing eyes held a promise that made my core throb all over again.

“Yes, Sis Amanda,” he called out, his tone shifting to something warm and familial, as if he hadn’t just been buried inside me moments ago.

How did he know my mom’s name? The thought hit me like a slap, but before I could process it, Mom’s voice filtered through the door.

“Is everything fine with you, brother?”

“Jessy!” she called, sharper now. “Jessy, are you in there?”

Huh? This is Jessy? He froze, his back to me, and I saw his lips move in a silent curse. “Fuck,” he breathed, so low I almost missed it.“I think she’s asleep in the other room,” he recovered smoothly, stepping toward the door but not opening it fully—just enough to peek out. “I’ll let her get to you when she wakes up. Feel at home?”

“Thank you, sis. I saw her and she served me… Hope she wasn’t rude to you?”

“Oh, not at all. She’s very respectful.”

“Okay, I’ll get back to you soon. I’m off to the market for some groceries. Take care.”

The front door clicked shut moments later, and the house fell into a stunned silence.

He turned slowly, his face pale beneath the stubble, eyes wide with the same horror dawning in my chest. I bolted upright, the blanket slipping, and scrambled off the bed.

“We’re good,” I snapped, voice rough. “Come back later.”

“That was too close,” I whispered.

“Get dressed,” he said, tossing my clothes at me .His hands shook. What the fuck had I done? He said to himself.

I pulled the dress over her head, the fabric clinging to my curves, and I had to look away or he’d drag me right back to the bed. “I’ll… I’ll go first,” I said, slipping on my sandals.

"Will you text me later?”

“No,” I said, too fast. “This never happened.”

My face crumpled, but I nodded and left without another word, the door shutting soft behind me

My legs wobbled when I snatched my clothes from the floor and quickly fled to my room.

I was about preparing to the bathroom when a notification popped up my screen..

"Will you come for lectures on Monday".

I read it and threw my phone on the bed after a chuckle skipped my mouth...It was Elorm,my bestfriend i was offering the same course in the collage with.

Minutes later, the front door creaked open again. “Jessy? Honey, you up?”

I was still in my room, heart racing, the taste of him lingering on my tongue. I swallowed hard, smoothed my dress, and stepped into the hallway. “Yeah, Mom. I was… asleep when you knocked earlier.”

She smiled, grocery bags in both arms. “Good. Come say hi. Your uncle’s here.”

Uncle.... The word hit like a brick.

Mom led me to the living room where he stood—Mark—hands in his pockets, pretending to study a family photo on the wall. He turned when we entered, and our eyes locked for a split second before he forced a smile.

“Jessy, this is Uncle Mark. My little brother—well, younger brother,” Mom corrected with a laugh. “Our mom passed when I was twelve, so I raised him. He’s been more like a big brother to you than an uncle, hasn’t he?”

Mark extended a hand. “Hey, niece.”

His palm was warm,too warm. I shook it quickly, mumbling, “Hi.”

Mom didn’t notice the tension. “He’s staying a few days. Be nice, okay? I’m jumping in the shower—long shift ahead.” She kissed my forehead and disappeared down the hall.

The second her door clicked shut, Mark and I stood frozen. He opened his mouth, closed it, then muttered, “Jessy, we—”

But I was already moving, legs carrying me to the bathroom before he could finish. I locked the door, turned the shower on full blast, and stripped. The hot water hit my skin like needles, but it couldn’t scrub away the ache between my thighs.

I leaned against the tile, eyes closed, and the memories crashed in.

His cock in my mouth. The way he’d growled slut

How I’d swallowed him down like I was born for it.

My hand slid down my stomach, fingers finding my clit—swollen, slick, desperate. I rubbed slow circles at first, teasing, remembering how he’d yanked my hair, how his cum had dripped down my chin.

Faster now,Harder....harderrrr!!!

I bit my lip to stay quiet, hips rocking into my hand.

Daddy!!!,The word slipped into my mind unbidden, filthy and perfect.

My fingers plunged inside, two, then three, curling deep. I fucked myself against my palm, water pounding my back, breath hitching.

"Good girl,Take it deeper,deeper."

I was close,so close that i could'nt control myself

“Ah—ah—rrhggggg… I’m cumming, fuckkk this is soo good, Daddy!”

Mark Moretti

"What have I done? I brushed my hand through my hair like i was getting crazy.

I’d fucked my own niece. My sister’s daughter. The little girl I used to carry on my shoulders, who cried into my shirt when her dad left.

"Sweet, innocent Jessy with those big hazel eyes and that soft, trusting smile. And I’d turned her into… into that.A trembling, moaning mess on her knees, begging for my cock like some desperate whore.

“Pendejo de m****a,” I hissed under my breath, the Spanish slipping out like venom. 'Fucking idiot'. I slammed my fist into the tile. The pain shot up my arm, sharp and real, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough.

I’d been waiting for Carla;the girl from the club whom my friend introduced me to her anonymously. “Call me when you’re ready to ruin me.” I did,texted her the house address and told her to knock three times.

Three knocks,that’s all it took.

I was already hard when I heard it—pent-up, frustrated, half-drunk on lust and whiskey. When she swung the door open, expecting Carla’s smirk, her painted lips, not knowing it Jessy in that little sundress, hair damp from the summer heat, eyes wide and confused.

I called her slut, made her kneel ,came in her mouth and told her she was f***cking good.

Dios mío, what kind of man am I?

I turned the water colder, letting it bite into my skin. My cock twitched again—just the memory of her lips stretched around me, her throat working, tears in her eyes—and I wanted to vomit. I grabbed the soap, scrubbed my skin raw, trying to erase her scent, her taste, the way her pussy clenched when I—

"No ....Stop, had to stop.

I’d been in a rush ,desperate and lonely. Amanda was at work, the house too quiet, and all I could think about was burying myself in someone—anyone—to forget the years of nothing. Carla was supposed to be that. A transaction, a release. But Jessy was the one who walked in at the exact wrong second.

And I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop.

"Perdóname, Jessy,” I whispered to the empty shower, voice cracking. Forgive me."