4. PLEASE, FUCK ME UNCLE ️️️

I could feel him hesitating.

"You should do my legs too," I said. "While you're at it."

Another pause. Then his hands were on my calves, sliding up. Over my knees. My thighs.

I spread my legs slightly. Just a little. Just enough.

His hands faltered.

"Is this okay?" he asked, and I'd never heard his voice sound like that. Strained. Almost desperate.

"It's perfect."

He kept going. Up my thighs, higher, his thumbs brushing the crease where my legs met my ass.

I was so wet I was sure he could see it. The red bikini bottoms had to be soaked through.

His hands retreated. "All done."

"Wait."

I reached behind me, fingers going to the tie of my bikini top. Pulled one string loose.

The top fell away from my back.

I heard him suck in a breath.

"It came untied," I said, voice innocent. "Can you tie it back for me?"

For a long moment, he didn't move. Didn't speak.

Then: "Maya..."

"Please? I can't reach."

His hands shook when they touched the strings. I felt it. Felt how badly he was trying to control himself.

He gathered the strings. His fingers brushed my bare back, my spine, and I arched slightly into the touch.

"Maya, you should be more careful," he said, but his voice was wrecked.

"Careful about what?"

He didn't answer. Just tied the knot quickly, efficiently, and stood up so fast he almost stumbled.

"I need to go get that seal," he said. "I'll come back later to install it."

"You don't have to leave—"

"I do."

He was already walking away. Already heading for the gate.

I sat up, held my bikini top against my chest, and watched him go.

His hands were clenched into fists at his sides. His shoulders were tight. And yeah, when he turned sideways to open the gate, I could see it.

The bulge in his jeans.

He was so hard it had to hurt.

The gate slammed behind him. His truck started. He was gone.

I lay back down on the towel, pulse racing, pussy throbbing.

That had gone exactly the way I wanted it to.

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That night, I couldn't sleep.

I kept replaying it. His hands on my skin. The way his voice had changed. The way he'd looked at me when my top came undone.

He wanted me.

I knew he did.

And I was done pretending I didn't want him back.

I slid my hand down my stomach, into my pajama shorts. No underwear. Just my fingers finding wet heat.

I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over.

In my head, it went differently. In my head, when my bikini top came untied, he didn't retie it.

He pulled it off completely.

Rolled me over so I was on my back, tits bare, nipples hard in the sunlight.

"Fuck," he breathed, staring down at me. "Maya, we can't—"

"We can," I said. Reached up and pulled him down.

He kissed me. Hard and desperate and nothing like an uncle should kiss his niece. His tongue in my mouth, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb rubbing over my nipple.

I moaned into his mouth. Wrapped my legs around his waist. Ground against the bulge in his jeans.

"Please," I begged. "Please, Uncle David."

He groaned like I'd hurt him. "You're going to be the death of me."

But he didn't stop. He kissed down my neck, my collarbone. Took my nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.

I cried out. Arched against him.

His hand slid down my stomach, under the waistband of my bikini bottoms. Found me wet and ready.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered against my tit. "You're soaked."

"For you. I'm always wet for you."

He groaned again. Pushed one finger inside me and I nearly came just from that.

"More," I gasped. "I need more."

He added another finger. Fucked me with them slowly while his thumb found my clit.

"You want your uncle's cock?" he asked, voice dark and filthy. "Want me to fuck this tight little pussy?"

"Yes—god—yes—"

He pulled his hand away. Undid his jeans. Freed his cock and it was perfect—thick and long and already leaking.

He positioned himself between my legs. The head of his cock pressed against my entrance.

"Tell me you want this," he demanded.

"I want this. I want you. Please fuck me. Please—"

He pushed inside. One hard thrust and he was buried deep.

I screamed. Couldn't help it. He was so big, stretching me, filling me completely.

"That's it," he groaned. "Take your uncle's cock. Take all of it."

He fucked me hard and fast, right there on the lounge chair by the pool. The slap of skin on skin echoing in the yard. My tits bouncing with every thrust.

"I'm gonna come," I gasped. "Oh god, I'm—"

"Do it. Come on my cock."

And I did.

Back in reality, I came on my own fingers with his name on my lips.

Lay there panting, sweating, fingers still buried inside myself.

The guilt was there. Smaller now. Quieter.

Because I knew the truth.

I was going to fuck my uncle.

It was just a matter of when.