6. DO YOU WANNA FUCK ME, UNCLE?

This was wrong. So fucking wrong.

But it felt so good.

Her hand slid to my chest. My neck. Into my hair.

I was drowning in her. In the taste of her, the feel of her, the little sound she made when I sucked on her bottom lip.

Five seconds. I let myself have five seconds of this before I pulled away.

We were both breathing hard.

"We can't," I said. My voice was shaking. "You're my niece. This is—Jesus, Maya, this is so wrong."

"I don't care."

"You should. We both should."

She was still so close. Her hand still in my hair. Her lips swollen from my kiss.

"I want you," she whispered.

"Maya—"

"I want you so badly I can't think straight. I've wanted you for months. Maybe longer. And I know you want me too."

"That doesn't matter."

"How can it not matter?"

"Because you're nineteen. Because you're my sister's daughter. Because I watched you grow up and I'm supposed to protect you, not—" I couldn't even say it.

"Not what? Not kiss me? Not want to fuck me?"

The bluntness of it shocked me. Turned me on so much I had to shift in my seat because my cock was already hard and straining against my jeans.

"Get out of the car," I said.

"David—"

"Now. Please. Before I do something we'll both regret."

She stared at me for a long moment. I could see her thinking. Calculating.

Then she opened the door. Slid out.

Leaned back in before closing it.

"You're going to regret sending me away more than you'd regret keeping me," she said.

Then she shut the door and walked to her house.

I watched her go. Watched the way that dress hugged her ass. Watched her unlock the door, slip inside, watched the lights come on in her bedroom window.

I sat there in her driveway with my cock hard and my heart racing and my brain screaming at me.

Finally I drove home.

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I made it inside my apartment. Locked the door. Leaned against it.

My hands were shaking.

I could still taste her. Still feel her fingers in my hair. Still hear her voice saying I  want you.

I crossed to the kitchen. Poured another scotch. Drank it standing at the sink.

It didn't help.

Nothing was going to help except one thing.

I went to my bedroom. Stripped off my shirt. Lay down on the bed.

My cock was so hard it hurt.

I undid my jeans. Pulled them down just enough to free myself.

Wrapped my hand around my shaft and groaned at the contact.

I shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't be jerking off thinking about my niece.

But I was already stroking. Already lost in it.

I thought about that kiss. The taste of her mouth. The feel of her tongue against mine. The little sound she'd made that had gone straight to my cock.

My hand moved faster.

I thought about what would've happened if I hadn't stopped. If I'd pulled her across the console and into my lap. If I'd slid that dress up her thighs and found her wet and ready for me.

Fuck.

I thought about pushing her panties aside—if she was even wearing any...and pushing inside her. About how tight she'd be. How she'd feel wrapped around my cock.

I was close already.

I thought about her voice. I want you so badly. I want you to fuck me.

I thought about bending her over the hood of my truck. Flipping up that dress. Spreading her legs and licking her until she screamed my name.

I thought about her on her knees. Those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Her looking up at me while I fucked her mouth.

"Fuck," I groaned. "Maya—"

I came hard. Spilled over my fist, my stomach, made a mess of myself while I thought about my nineteen-year-old niece and hated myself for it.

After, I lay there in the dark, breathing hard, covered in my own cum.

The guilt was crushing.

But even now, even knowing how fucked up this was, I was already getting hard again thinking about her.

This wasn't going to stop.

She wasn't going to stop.

And god help me, I wasn't sure I wanted her to.