Novel & Cerita Uncle Sex

My uncle didn’t react to my kiss , but the moment our lips touched ,it seemed to bring out something in him . My uncle pulled me and made me face the wall and at the same time grabbed both my boobs so hard that I felt a mixture of pain and pleasure . A silent moan came out of my mouth as I held the wall and his heavy breathings all over my neck . He smacked my ass so damn hard that I could feel his hands on them . “ Do you know what I do to little girls who want to slut themselves around , I fuck them , I fuck them so hard , like whores .

“Hell knows if I knew I had a niece with a pussy this tight, I’d have hopped on the first flight and come down here the second I divorced my ex-wife.” My pussy flutters around him, my neck losing power as my orgasm slams into me. Mom mutters something intelligible in her sleep and uncle Connor and I freeze, thinking we’re about to get caught. It’s downright risky and foolish having sex with my father’s brother in front of him whether or not he’s sleeping. But the added danger heightens my arousal until an audible squelch can be heard whenever that fat penis slides into me.

So many questions flooded my mind. "I do not know whatever game you are playing with me. Your father mustn't have told you much about me, but I'm no gamer." He complained with a boiled-up face. "Come on, Uncle. You are speaking in parables; just spill the tea and let me know what you are talking about." "What did you do to Eleanor?" "Oh, that was a mistake. I mean a little misunderstanding between her and Beatrice.... " I faked a smile. Anderson wasn't having it. He grinned slowly, but then it all vanished, and then he stared at me like he was looking for some truth.

“You’ve gone mad.” “No,” I said quietly. “I’ve woken up. The Great Mother gave me another chance. And this time, I see everything clearly.” I could still feel the phantom warmth of Soren’s arm around my shoulders yesterday, the way he ruffled my hair and called me cute. Caspian’s tired but fond sigh. The teasing heat in Julian’s — no, the analytical one’s — whisper against my ear. Their affection felt real. And that terrified me more than any beating ever had.

And we’d been pretending we were strangers and just doing this role play where we were uncle and niece, but if I was being honest… the pretending didn’t turn me on. The real thing did. I should’ve been disgusted by pretending to fuck a man who was not only related to me but also my father’s identical brother. It was the hottest sex scenario ever. I was so turned on that just last week I took it even further by bringing up the idea of my father joining our little relationship. It had been a risk because my uncle could have shut it all down, and it also could have backfired if my father wasn’t onboard. But things had worked out…perfectly.

Pulling away I said, “Uncle Oliver I said we can’t.” “You said we can’t sex and I’ll respect that. But you also said you need to cum. I can help with that.” He then reached under my legs, raising them in the air, causing me to lay back on the table. With one hand he reached under me and pulled off my pajama shorts. He moved his hands to inner thighs and spread my legs apart, completely exposing me. “Wow, almost no hair. Very sexy.” “What are you doing?” He kissed my knee and up my thigh; small, tender kisses, moving to my inner thigh before looking up. “Being a helpful uncle.”

His voice had taken on that smug, self-assured tone he always used when he spoke about his family. My mind keeps drifting back to the alley, to the man with the gun and those intense grey eyes. The world around me felt static, a dull hum compared to the vivid, dangerous memory of that encounter. With feigned curiosity, I cut him short and ask, “And how about your uncle? You’ve mentioned him a few times, but I don’t know much about him.” Josh’s response is terse. “He’s fine.” He gives me a suspicious glance, clearly wondering why I’d brought up his uncle out of the blue. I play it cool.

“So, I suppose you aren’t angry with me for giving your paintings away to your sister?” I pressed my lips together as I glared at him. “Not at all,” I lied. “I painted something much better anyway. If anything, it was a blessing that you gave her my paintings.” His eyes darkened. “Oh yes, I saw your painting. It was a portrait of my uncle, right?” He asked. “I hope you don’t think that the fact he allowed you to use him as a model means anything. He only married you to get under my skin. His heart will always belong to one woman, and she isn’t you.”

I immediately became aroused, dirty thoughts filling my head and pushing me to the point of desperation. Pressing my back against the door, I bit my lips, quietly slipping my hands in between my legs and towards my soaked panties, closing my eyes as beads of sweat formed on my forehead, my breathing ragged. Just behind it, my uncle was having sex with random woman he brought in for the night. Her moans rang out and I secretly imagined that it was me he was fucking like that. I could literally hear the sounds of his thrusts as he pounded into her.

His member sprung forward-pointing north. " This is wrong" I managed to stutter. " what is wrong? Is sex education wrong?" He said as he advanced towards me. " Let me teach you," he said as he creased my cheek. He held my hand that held the sheets tightly. " Let me see," he said as the sheets fall onto the floor. " They are beautiful," he said as his hand reached for the left one. I sucked in air, my muscles tightening at the intrusion. " Mark " I gasped. What had happened to him being my uncle?