Chapter 8: His Response.

Aurora's POV

I met Uncle X standing at the front of the door with a stoic look on his face. His hands rested in his pocket and his muscular frame leaned on the door post. It seemed like I had gotten myself into trouble.

“What did you do at the mall?” He asked, not letting me walk in.

“I bought new shoes.” I said to him, raising up the bag I was holding, so he could see.

“You know that is not what I am talking about.”

Damn! Diana!!!!

That stupid bitch.

“I ran into your fianceé, and we had a little turmoil.” Emphasis on the ‘fiancee’ in a sarcastic way.

“Diana said you called her names, did you do that Rory?”

“She started it. I was having a good time with my friends, then she walked in and tried to take what's mine.”

“She is my fianceé, do not call her names. Respect her the same way you respect me.”

Impossible… I would never respect that slut.

“I do not like her, and I won't pretend like I do.” I folded my arm across my chest.

“I didn't say you should like her, that's your personal decision, but you must respect her.” His voice was still calm. “Apologize to her, Rory.”

“Apologize to her? Fuck no!”

I marched in, walking out on him. I could feel his lingered gaze on me as I moved.

I knew I said I'd obey my uncle, but that's far from what I am doing. I would never apologize to that witch.

I bolted into my room, I threw the bag on my bed, and I fell into a couch.

“I am sorry Uncle X, I am not trying to piss you off. I hate that witch… I just hate her. She is always trying to steal what is mine.” I muttered to myself.

Today was a really long day, I was so fucking tired. I gently slipped my clothes off my body till I was bare.

I smiled at the reflection of myself in the mirror. Damn! Any guy would be lucky to have me.

I rolled my nipples between my fingers, then I pressed hard.

“Ahh…” I moaned, a mischievous smirk appeared on my face.

Slowly, I recalled the bathroom incident, the way Thomas banged Lena against the toilet walls. Her loud screaming and the sound of their body slamming against one another.

What other feeling could be better than that? I walked into the shower, and I turned on the cold water, it poured on my body instantly, and I almost shivered at the coldness of it.

My hands moved down, down to my pussy, the memory still playing in my head.

I wanted it to feel real… I wanted to feel pleasure.

I dipped my finger in, then I rubbed another finger on my clit. I didn't put two fingers, I haven't tried that before, I am afraid I would break my hymen if I do.

I thrusted in and out, the cold water still falling on my body, and my brain envisioning the fucking scene.

“Ahh… Ohh…” I moaned.

I rubbed on my clitoris harder, twisting my fingers around it. Imagining hard thrusts… severe banging—one that would leave bruises.

Is that the same way my sweetheart fucks Diana? Does she get to enjoy being pleasured by him?

Without a doubt, I know my uncle would be a good sex partner, he has all the right qualities.

My finger was still buried deep in my pussy, and the image of Thomas and Lena slowly faded.

Now, I am imagining it was my uncle and I. Since I didn't see Thomas and Lena, I couldn't pinpoint the exact sex position they were in.

But I could imagine my sweetheart fucking me in missionary style, his cock slowly going in and out of me, while I moan out his name like his little bitch.

“Fuck… Uncle… Fuck!” I moaned.

Then he thrusts faster, stretching my soaked tiny pussy. My walls clenching hard to accommodate his dick.

Damn! The feeling would be so heavenly, just the thought of it made me release.

I let out a loud cry as I had my first orgasm. It feels so good.

Yesss… I just had my first orgasm under the cold shower while I envisioned being fucked by my uncle.

I am his slut. I am Xavier's fucking slut. I belong to him— only him, and he belongs to me— only me.

‘Come what may, I will have my uncle’s dick in my pussy very soon.’

I rinsed myself, and I stepped out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my boobs, it dropped to my mid-thigh.

I could just walk into Uncle X's room like this… Maybe he could see what he is missing out on.

He could see that his little niece is now a bitch for him… He could see that I am needy and I am craving for his touch.

Fuck! But I can't. Diana would be in his room with him, probably clinging unto him like he is her most prized possession.

The more I think of it… The more my hate for her grows… She should just get the fuck out of our lives so we can continue from where we stopped.

She is the beginning and the end of my problems.

And the worst part is that… Uncle X might be fucking her right now, just the both of them in the room, his hands on her wide ass, and her breast jiggling as he pounds her.

Fuck no! They shouldn't have sex. Uncle X shouldn't have sex with that whore.

I am here for him, I kept myself for him, he could have my virgin pussy all to himself.

Damn! I hate the thought.

My body had already dried up, so I slipped into a short dress.

A major part of my plan is to wear short dresses for the time being.

It you want to be fucked hard… You have to try harder.