“That’s a girl. Just sit on my lap.”
Butterflies danced in my belly. God this was so wrong. I’d always had a thing for my uncle. And this visit… I just let the flirting go farther and farther, and here I was in the guest bedroom with my parents out for the evening and his cock starting to slide into me.
Fuck it felt so good. He was so strong under me. His cock was SO fucking big – bigger than my ex who’d I’d given my virginity to… But he was Daddy’s brother. It was wrong. I wanted to, but I just couldn’t.
“I- I’m sorry!” I said as I lifted up, ready to run to my room, lock the door, and cry and wank in frustration.
“Oh no you don’t!”
It was almost like he was expecting second thoughts from me. No sooner was I rising than he was heaving out of his chair and following me. His cock never actually completely left my pussy as he chased after me, crashed into me, and pushed me onto the bed. By the time I realized what had happened, he was buried in me balls deep.
“You don’t get to tease and run on your uncle like that, little Josey,” he growled in my ear as he started fucking me. Harder and faster than I’d been doing myself in his lap. And deeper. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, and you’re going to be mine.”
I tried to say “But no! It’s not right!” but all that came out was the wail of a girl being well and truly fucked.
“You know you want me. I know it. And now you’ve got me. And I’ve got you.”
Fuck, I couldn’t even think, it felt so good. I DID want it. Even though it was wrong. Still I tried to pull away. He was having none of it.
“Oh no, you little tease. Little slut. You’re not leaving here until you’re full of my cum. Just like you want. Just like you’ve always wanted. You know it.”
My whines became desperate as I neared orgasm. He was so right.
Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong Alphabet
The Erotic Writer 