P*rnstation
Uncle Ryan stood in the doorway.
He wasn’t really my uncle, just Dad's best friend since college. He was ta, broad, forty-five, salt-and-pepper beard, arms thick from years of construction work. He was supposed to be checking the house while Mom and Dad were gone. He had a key.
His eyes locked on me first. Then on the TV. The girl was getting fucked again, legs over the man's shoulders, pussy stretched wide around his thick cock.
Ryan did not speak right away. He just stared, his jaw tightened then his gaze dropped to my thighs, where my slick still glistened on my skin. My panties were somewhere on the floor since I had kicked them off earlier.