บททั้งหมดของ YOURS, DADDIES : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I wanted to fuck my uncle.There. That was the truth I'd been dancing around for months, maybe years. The dirty little secret that lived in my head rent-free, that made me sick with guilt and wet between my legs in equal measure.His name was David. He was thirty-eight, never married, and happened to be my mother's younger brother. Which made him off-limits in every way that mattered.I didn't care.I'd just gotten home from my first year of college—nine months away where I'd tried to fuck other guys, tried to erase him from my brain with frat boys and study groups and bad dorm room sex. It didn't work. Every time some twenty-year-old fumbled with my bra, I thought about Uncle David's hands. Rough from work, big enough to palm my entire breast, skilled in ways those boys would never be.So I came home. Told myself I'd gotten over it. Told myself I was being ridiculous.But standing in my childhood bedroom—too small, too pink, too full of memories of being someone who didn't want to fu

Chapter 3One week of torture.Seven days of family dinners where I sat across from him and pretended I wasn't thinking about his cock. Of running into him at the grocery store and making small talk while my pussy throbbed. Of lying in bed every night touching myself to the thought of him touching me instead.I was losing my mind.It was Tuesday afternoon. My parents were both at work—Mom at the hospital, Dad at his office. The house was empty and quiet and I was lying on the couch in gym shorts and a tank top, scrolling mindlessly through my phone, when it buzzed.A text from Uncle David.**Your mom said the pool filter is acting up. I'm coming by to check it.**My heart stopped.I read it again. Then again.He was coming here. To my house. While I was alone.I had maybe thirty minutes before he arrived.I should've texted back something normal. Thanks or Okay or See you soon.Instead I just stared at my phone, mind racing.This was it. This was my chance.I could pretend it wasn't,

DAVID;I was fucked.Completely, utterly fucked.I sat in my apartment at eleven PM with a scotch I didn't want and couldn't stop thinking about my niece.My nineteen-year-old niece.My sister's daughter.The girl I'd taught to ride a bike. The girl I'd driven to her first day of high school. The girl who used to have pigtails and scraped knees and called me "Unca Dave" because she couldn't pronounce uncle yet.When the hell had she become... this?I took a drink. Let the burn distract me for half a second before my brain went right back to her.That fucking red bikini.I'd known the moment I saw her what she was doing. Known she'd worn it on purpose, known she was testing me, and I'd still gone over there like an idiot. Still put my hands on her.Still gotten hard touching her.Jesus Christ.Her skin had been so soft. Warm from the sun. Smooth under my palms. I'd tried to keep it clinical, professional, just helping her with the sunscreen like she'd asked. But then she'd spread her l

MAYATwo days.Two days since that kiss and I hadn't heard a word from him.No texts. No calls. Nothing.He'd skipped dinner at my parents' house Tuesday night—told my mom he had a work emergency. Wednesday he didn't show up for coffee like he usually did on his day off. Thursday my mom mentioned she'd invited him to some gallery opening and he'd said he couldn't make it.He was avoiding me.And I was done waiting.Friday afternoon, my mom cornered me in the kitchen while I was making lunch."So, we're leaving for the lake house tomorrow morning," she said, checking items off a list. "Six AM, don't be late. I already called David and he's meeting us there around noon."I froze with the knife halfway through my sandwich. "Uncle David's coming?""Of course. We do this every summer, honey. The whole family." She looked up from her list. "Why? Is that a problem?""No. No problem."But my heart was racing. My hands were shaking.A week at the lake house. With him. In the same house. Thin w

He added another. Fucked me with them slowly while his thumb found my clit."That feel good?" he asked."Yes—god—yes—""You've been thinking about this, haven't you? Thinking about your uncle's fingers inside you."The dirty talk made me even wetter."Yes," I admitted. "I've been thinking about it. Fantasizing about it.""What else have you been thinking about?""Your cock," I breathed. "I want it. Want it inside me."He groaned. Pulled his fingers out. Sucked them into his mouth, tasting me.The sight of it nearly made me come.Then he was pulling down my shorts and underwear in one motion. Leaving me naked against the wall.He dropped to his knees.Spread my legs.And put his mouth on me.The first touch of his tongue made me see stars. I had to clap a hand over my mouth to muffle the moan.He licked me slowly. Thoroughly. Like he'd been starving for this and finally got permission to eat.His tongue circled my clit. Sucked it between his lips. Flicked over it while his fingers push