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View MoreUncle's forbidden touch 3The next day dragged slow. My ass still tingled from Uncle's tongue in the library, and the collar rubbed my neck under my shirt. I avoided him at breakfast, but his eyes followed me, promising more filth. After lunch, he found me in the hall. "Swim lesson, niece. Now."I followed him to the indoor pool, heart thumping. The room was warm, humid, water lapping quiet. Glass walls showed the garden outside, but tinted so no one could see in. He locked the door. "Strip. Bikini or not, off."I peeled off my clothes, bikini underneath. He watched hungry, stroking his bulge. Naked now, I stood shivering. He stripped too, cock half-hard already, piercing glinting under the lights."Get in." He pushed me toward the edge. I slipped into the water, cool on my skin. He dove in after, surfacing close. Grabbed my waist, floating me on my back. "Relax, slut. Uncle's got you."His hands held me up, one under my back, the other... sliding between my legs. Fingers parted my pu
Uncle's forbidden touch 3The next day dragged slow. My ass still tingled from Uncle's tongue in the library, and the collar rubbed my neck under my shirt. I avoided him at breakfast, but his eyes followed me, promising more filth. After lunch, he found me in the hall. "Swim lesson, niece. Now."I followed him to the indoor pool, heart thumping. The room was warm, humid, water lapping quiet. Glass walls showed the garden outside, but tinted so no one could see in. He locked the door. "Strip. Bikini or not, off."I peeled off my clothes, bikini underneath. He watched hungry, stroking his bulge. Naked now, I stood shivering. He stripped too, cock half-hard already, piercing glinting under the lights."Get in." He pushed me toward the edge. I slipped into the water, cool on my skin. He dove in after, surfacing close. Grabbed my waist, floating me on my back. "Relax, slut. Uncle's got you."His hands held me up, one under my back, the other... sliding between my legs. Fingers parted my pu
Uncle's forbidden touch 2I couldn't sleep that first night back. The collar around my neck felt like a constant reminder, cool metal pressing into my skin every time I shifted under the sheets. Uncle Vance's cum had dried sticky on my belly, and my pussy still ached from his rough fuck. I touched myself thinking about it, fingers circling my clit slow, but stopped before I came. It felt wrong without him.The clock hit 2 a.m. when my door creaked open. He slipped in silent, like a shadow. "Up, niece. Time for your lesson."I sat up, heart racing. "What lesson?"He didn't answer. Grabbed my wrist, yanked me out of bed. I was naked already—his rule from earlier. He dragged me down the dark halls, my bare feet cold on the marble. The mansion was quiet, staff asleep. We reached the library, huge room with bookshelves to the ceiling, chandelier dim and glowing.He flicked a switch, soft light spilling down. Locked the door behind us. "Strip if you weren't already. Wait, you are. Good slut
Uncle's forbidden touch 1I stepped off the plane feeling like a stranger in my own life. Twenty years old, done with boarding school, and heading back to the family mansion I'd barely seen in years. Dad was off on some business trip, Mom long gone from the picture. It was just me and the staff, or so I thought. The driver picked me up, silent as always, and we rolled through the gates an hour later. The place looked the same: huge stone walls, manicured lawns, that old-money vibe that made me feel small.I grabbed my bag from the trunk and walked up the steps. The front door swung open before I knocked. There he was. Uncle Vance. I hadn't seen him in forever, not since I was a kid. Now, at forty-two, he filled the doorway like a wall. Tall, muscled from whatever fights he'd been in, scars on his knuckles and jaw. Tattoos peeked from under his shirt collar, dark ink that looked like family symbols or something rougher. His eyes locked on me, dark and intense."Welcome home, niece," he
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