Alle Kapitel von Sinful desires: MM Steamy compilation : Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Leon POVGavin and I sprinted for our clothes like the room was on fire.“Shit!” I hissed under my breath, eyes darting wildly across the floor. My jeans were tangled halfway under the bed, shirt crumpled beside the pillow, boxers god-knows-where. Then it hit me—I was still wearing nothing but the damn towel I’d stepped out of the bathroom in. The towel that had fallen somewhere between Gavin’s mouth and the moment dad’s voice cut through the door like a guillotine.“Bathroom,” Gavin whispered, voice high and panicked, eyes wide as saucers. His dad’s footsteps were already thudding up the stairs the kind of walk that meant he wasn’t in a hurry but would definitely notice anything out of place.“Get dressed!” I snapped, snatching the towel off the floor and wrapping it around my waist in one frantic motion. Gavin was worse off—cum still streaked across his stomach and thighs, jeans shoved halfway down his legs, T-shirt missing in action. He looked like he’d been mauled. Which, to be fa

Kale povBeing in love is one thing. Being in love with a boy eight years younger than you, who also happens to be your step-nephew, is a completely different thing, one that’s clawed its way into my chest and refused to let go for over a decade.I still remember the first time I met Miles properly. I freshly kicked out of my parents’ house for daring to admit I liked boys. My older step-brother—Miles’s father took me in without hesitation. Their home was loud, chaotic, full of life. And then there was Miles, all big curious eyes and soft curls, trailing after me like a shadow. He’d climb into my lap while I read, press sticky fingers to my cheek, and ask endless questions in that high, trusting voice. “Uncle Kale, why do you look sad?” “Uncle Kale, can I sleep in your room tonight?” He called me uncle from day one, even though the title was only half-true.Back then it was innocent. Protective. But somewhere along the line I caught myself watching the way his lips curved wh

Miles pov“Oh shit..”. I bit my fingers in a panic as I stared at myself in the mirror. It’s just an illusion right? I have… Jesus I’m dead. It has to be an illusion, no one touched me yesterday, definitely not my stepuncle. It must be the drug, making me imagine I was being touched by him. It wasn’t a new thing I have always fantasized about my uncle, I have always cum to the thought of him every fucking time.But the actual thought of him touching me, making me cum. Shit, my dick thickened at the thought. I had imagined his fingers in my hole last night, fucking me with it and making me cum thrice. “No… no… I touched myself. I did it all by myself. It was a fucking illusion. Uncle wasn’t here last night, I’m even in my room, not the couch like I had imagined. So nothing happened..”. Oh god, I face palm myself. Why can’t I imagine another guy instead of him? Like the handsome guy from my work? Or Noah, the hot guy from my college days? Or those strangers I sex text for work. In cas

Miles pov“Oh my, that’s even more juicy.”Rose leaned forward across the small café table, straw still clamped between her glossy lips as she sucked down half her orange juice in one greedy pull. Her eyes sparkled with the kind of delight that usually meant trouble.I rubbed my eyes so hard I saw stars. “Not now, Rose. I need actual advice. I can’t stop thinking about him.”I left out the part where I’d come undone in a soundproof booth at work just hours ago, hand wrapped around my cock, moaning “Daddy” while a stranger’s voice that sounded suspiciously like Kale’s commanded me to edge, to fuck myself on my fingers, to spill all over my stomach pretending it was him. That little detail would have sent her into orbit.Rose set her glass down with a deliberate clink. “I mean… he’s kinda not exactly related to you.”I stared at her, mouth open. “You’re—Jesus. He’s my uncle.”“Step-uncle,” she corrected, popping a fry into her mouth like this was casual gossip. “Who had three fingers kn

Miles povMy heart was beating so fast, as I stumbled towards the couch, pulling off my clothes completely. Is it finally going to happen? Would he fuck me? “Like this..”. I whispered, trying to be seductive as I spread my thigh a little wider, my hand stroking my cock. Uncle Kale groaned, his eyes on the movement of my hands.“Hands off, that’s mine. You touch when I say so”. “Oh god..”. I moaned, my cock leaked more pre cum. I took my hand off it. “Please..”. He tugged his slacks back up just enough to cover the thick outline still straining against the fabric still hard, still leaking then stalked toward me. Every step was measured, predatory, like he was giving me time to run. Like he knew I wouldn’t.When he reached the couch he dropped to his knees between my spread thighs without hesitation. Big hands wrapped around the backs of my knees and lifted my legs effortlessly, hooking them over his broad shoulders. The position folded me in half, ass lifted off the cushion, hole e