Lahat ng Kabanata ng Filthy, Dirty Desires: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 135

WINTER I check every single room as I walk down the hallway, observing for anyone that has a sign of life since all of them seem to be empty. There’s the faint smell of weed seeping through one of the doors. That’s how I find him. Without knocking--which is really fucking bold considering I was just fucking his father rather loudly a few seconds ago and I’m not sure how he’s going to receive me--I open the door and lean back against it, naked as the day I was born. Dean is sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard. His pants are open around the fly with his hard dick jutting out into the air. It’s long, thick and veiny and he’s got his fingers wrapped tightly around it like he’s been jerking off. His jaw goes slack when he sees me standing there, naked. Slowly, he drags his eyes down my body, swallowing thickly and pausing momentarily when he reaches my pussy. I’m a bit swollen, thanks to his dad. His dick jumps in his fist and he squeezes the thick head, precum oozi

AVAGo in there, give my uncle the envelope and leave.That’s all I was asked to do.But when I get to the prison wards, things don’t go according to plan.A prison warden leads me over to the cell where my uncle is being held. He’s been in jail for fifteen years, according to my parents and is supposed to be released in a week.My parents confided in me that they’re the reason he’s here, after he’d killed someone and being too scared of what he’d done, they turned him in. This is why they’ve given me an envelope full of cash to give to him as a form of bribe, in hopes he won’t come for them when he’s released, and they’re making me deliver it because they believe he’ll be more willing to talk since I’m his niece.Will that matter to a stone-cold murderer?We pass several cells as we go and they’re all filled with men. They make some crude remarks that make my cheeks flame, catcalling and talking about my body.“Just ignore them,” the warden says without sparing them a glance.I try to

AVA Just like uncle Vincent promised, he does show up at the house. I’m watching TV in the living room while dad and mom make dinner when someone knocks on the door. “I’ll get it,” dad yells from the kitchen, wiping his hand on a rag as he makes his way over to the door, pulling it open. The room goes deathly silent, so much so that I could probably hear a pin drop, which is odd, because didn’t someone just knock? Frowning, I look over my shoulder at the door, where I find dad standing stock still, looking like he’s seen a ghost. I push to my feet and walk over, wondering who could possibly be on the other side that’s making him react this way. “Dad, what’s…” The remainder of my sentence dies in my throat when I walk up to dad and see my uncle standing outside the door, smirking cruelly. My stomach flips and fills with heat at the sight of him. The reaction my body has to seeing him is instant and intense, my breasts growing heavy and my panties growing damp as I remember what w