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HE'S MY UNCLE, I DONT CARE 1

Author: Yu Meiren
last update publish date: 2026-06-24 19:27:38

As soon as the bell rings I leap out of my desk and leave before the next class.

My name is Jojo, and recently, I unlocked my Kink for men older than me at 23. This ywar would be my last year at home.

Mum and Dad had a fight, and he pushed us out, so Mum had nowhere to stay than her elder brother's house. Uncle Kilton was single at 53,  I remembered I was in High school when his wife died with pregnancy.

My first older men adventure when when my maths teacher caugh me touching myself after school in the bathroom, and we had hell of a time banging and fucking each other.

Since then, my uncle became my next catch. We started with the ta,king stage last week, and this week, Mum left to visit my grandmother on how to settle the issues with Dad. 

Today was the day, last night we could barely do anything, but today...  I skip cheerleading practice I loved so much. 

I even skipped the get toghether at my friend's house, nothing must come obstruct the day today.

I tear off my tiny t-shirt and cutoff shorts immediately I got in.

Standing before my closet in my white cotton bra and panties, I was at loss for what to wear. I didn't come with many cloths as we left Dad's house in a hurry. My nipples were hard rock already, poking against the thin cotton like they were begging for attention.

I heard the front door open and close. My heart jumped, that means uncle Kilton was back early. I quickly grabbed one of his big shirts that was hanging in the closet,  it smelled like him and the warm manly scent only  made my pussy tingle.

I slipped it on without buttoning it, the hem barely covering my ass.

I walked out of the room slowly, trying to act nervous.

Kilton was in the living room, loosening his tie, still in his work shirt. When he saw me, his eyes widened a little, then moved down to my bare thighs.

"Jojo..." he said, his voice low and rough. "You're back already?"

I nodded, biting my lip, feeling suddenly shy. "Hun. We don't have proactise today and I thought..."

He didn't say anything for a few seconds, just stared. I could see his eyes tracing the open shirt, the way my bra was showing made my cheeks burn. 

"You look... comfortable," he finally said, his voice a bit husky. He took one step closer, then stopped, like he was fighting himself.

I stepped closer too, but slow. "Uncle... we've been talking all week. I keep thinking about it." My voice came out small and breathy. I played with the edge of his shirt I was wearing. "Do you... think about it too?"

Uncle Kilton swallowed hard. "Every damn night, baby girl." His hand lifted like he wanted to touch me but he held back, just brushing his fingers lightly against my arm. The touch sent electricity through me.

He let out a heavy breath and looked away. "Jojo... this is wrong. Your mother is my sister, what kind of man am I if I do this? It feels like abomination, I don't think I can..."

"Daddy you can." The dirty words lipped my lips as I even closer until my body was almost touching his. "It's forbidden... I know that. But I don't care, I want you. All of your cock in me"

"Jojo..."

I moed nearer.

"Are you sure..."

"Say no more." I whisperd and lose one of the buttins on purpose.

Kilton's eyes got darker, he pulled me against him and kissed me slow and deep. His big hands slid under the shirt, rubbing my back, then my waist, squeezing gently like he was still unsure but couldn't stop.

He walked me backwards until I was against the wall.  "You don't know what you just did, baby girl."

"I don't care" I answered husly. Then he opened the shirt completely and stared at my body for a long time. gently, he pulled my bra straps down and took both my breasts in his hands. He squeezed them softly, thumbs circling my hard nipples.

I shivered and let out a small moan.

Then he leaned down and sucked one nipple into his mouth. He sucked it slow and wet, swirling his tongue around it again and again.

He stayed there for so long, licking, sucking harder, sometimes gently biting with his teeth.

"Ahhh...." My knees felt weak. He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same long, hungry attention, sucking until it was swollen and shiny with his spit. I held his head there, breathing fast, my pussy getting wetter and wetter. "Damnnnn, Daddy..."

"I love it when you call me that." I heard him mumble then he dropped to his knees in front of me. He slowly pulled my panties down my legs.

I stepped out of them, shy but so turned on. He kissed my thighs, then my belly, taking his time. His fingers teased my pussy lips, rubbing up and down without going inside yet. He spread me open gently and blew cool air on my clit, making me jump and whimper.

Then he started licking. Long, slow licks from the bottom of my pussy all the way up to my clit. He did it over and over, tasting me, sucking my clit softly into his mouth, then licking again. His thick fingers finally pushed inside me, just one at first, pumping slow while his tongue kept working. He added a second finger, stretching me, curling them, hitting that spot that made me shake.

I was moaning loud, my hands in his hair, hips moving against his face. He kept going for so long, eating my pussy like he was starving, sucking my clit, fingering me deeper, getting me so close but never letting me cum yet.

He stood up again, his face wet with my juices. He picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me on the bed and took off his shirt. His body looked so strong and mature. He climbed on top of me and kissed me again, letting me taste myself on his lips.

He sucked my nipples some more, switching between them, while his fingers played with my soaked pussy. He rubbed my clit in slow circles, then pushed three fingers inside, stretching me open. I was squirming under him, begging with my body, my legs wide open.

He kept teasing me like that — fingers pumping, mouth on my tits, sometimes kissing my neck, sometimes just watching my face while he fingered me. My pussy was dripping all over his hand. I felt like I was going crazy. 

Finally, when I couldn't take it anymore, he pulled his fingers out. He positioned himself between my legs and looked at me. "I'm sorry, but I want to..."

"Yes, Daddy. Fuck me."

With one slow, deep thrust, he pushed into my pussy.

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