Shattered Rules: No Turning Back

I watched how his cock slowly entered my cunt.

God! It was massive just like I thought and bigger than any size I had seen on p**n site.

That angry sex starved looking cock. Long and thick with veins that went round it, trying to slowly fit itself inside my wet little pussy.

Girlll! He felt so goodddd.

I've long fantasized about this cock for as long as I can remember since after Thanksgiving last two years that I had started using my fingers to play with my clit every night before I slept, under the duvet in my dark little room with a picture of just how big he would look in my head.

And truly he was everything I dreamt he would be. Those veins. The thickness. That round pink pointy looking tip that glistened with the wetness of his precum.

Fuck! Because earlier this year I'd dream hot erotic wet dreams about my step auntie’s husband and masturbate to it every chance I got.

And Last month, I had almost purchased a Dildo online because my finger just couldn't do the job any longer.

I needed something extra.

Something that felt and tasted almost real or real.

And you can call me the devil, and judge me anyhow you want but that was when I decided I was going to get this dick.

I mean…. Everybody has that one fantasy they wish to fulfill besides my aunty is dying and I was going to fuck him just this once!

It's not like we're getting married or something. We were just…. Breaking one or two rules.

What is life without rebelling against the things we were warned about.

But I swear I never planned it would happen this soon.

I had just heard mom complain about not being able to deliver a fruit basket to her sister and I had innocently volunteered. I honestly didn't have anything in mind when I had agreed to it.

I was just trying to be a good daughter and a lovely step niece to my aunty. She had asked and pleaded, almost crying, that I spent the weekend with her and told me stories on how lonely she felt whenever uncle Roy wasn't home.

And that was what I thought, okay?.

I thought he truly wasn't home and had agreed to stay over so that she could have a little bit of familiar presence around her besides the ones she got from her nurse and care giver.

So that midnight, I woke up to get water from the kitchen because I was mad thirsty and of course I never expected anyone home aside from her and besides, she was bedridden. She couldn't walk, so I felt comfortable walking in just my panties and an oversized t-shirt I had stolen from my brother.

So when I say I didn't plan to do it so soon, I really meant it, okay?. I didn't plan that I'd walk in to see my auntie's sexy ass tongue licking husband sitting on the stool shirtless with a glass of whiskey in his hands.

Damn that was when reality hit me that I just walked into a goddamn trap.

And I honestly didn't mind being caught in it with Uncle Roy. The man I shouldn't even be looking at. The man that has had his cock appearing in almost all my dreams and thoughts. Looking all fucking sexy and finger licking with just his trousers hanging low below his waist line that I could see that veins that ran down into that v– line

I didn't move

I didn't even try to breath

I just kept staring, staring at those deliciouse biceps that looked strong and hard and rough. I kept staring at those strong arms imagining how well they'd hold me If I let him hold me and how small I'll look inside them.

He didn't even feel shy or panic with the way my eyes kept devouring his body. He just sat there staring at me with an eye that could fucking cut through the material of my shirt.

Normally I would have felt shy. I would have tried cover myself, or panic or even flinch at the way he looked at me like a wolf that was gradually studying his prey before he went for it. Not the type of look an uncle would give to his niece. But I didn't. I Ioved it and I loved the way it made me feel. The way it made my knees weak and my nipples hard and how it made my thigh get so sticky immediately.

“Need something?” He asked. He voice was so deep and almost cracked like he hadn't spoken to anyone for at least twenty four hours straight.

And I swear I couldn't find my voice to answer. It fet like I had lost the ability to speak the moment I saw him. The only thing that kept reminding me was the pain I got from biting hard on my inner mouth.

I felt like running but why?

Why should I run when this is what I've always wanted. When the thought of getting fucked by him has always been the first thing I think about.

My lips parted like I finally wanted to say something and my breaths came in short shameful pants but I didn't care I walked up to him, risking it all.

I was going I tell him what I wanted.

There were two options – I get what I've always craved or get exposed to the entire family, get judged and condemned and maybe even end up in convent locked up and delivered every day of my life.

But something in me told me he wanted me the same way I did but just didn't have the balls to say it out right.

“Yes”, I finally spoke as I walked up to him. “I need something and I think you have it” my voice dropped lower.

He didn't reply he squeezed his eyebrow hard like he couldn't catch on to what I was talking about.

“I want your dick. That's what I want. And I need it buried deep inside me. I need you”.

He let out a laugh. That was the first time I had seen dear uncle Roy laugh in a long time. and I swear it did things to my body I couldn't even say.