Dirty Uncle

by Alexa Riley Jessa Kane

  “You saved my night.” Her skirt brushes my legs and my dick turns to swollen, hanging meat. “You made everything better and I just want to say thank you.”

  “Say it now,” I grit out. “Words only.”

  She shakes her head, mischief shining in her eyes. “See you later, Uncle Rex.”

  I have to untuck my shirt to cover my vicious cock-stand, just so I can return to my seat. Everyone watches me curiously as the music starts once again, but as soon as Clara takes the stage, I see nothing but her, encased in glowing white light.

  My life has been nothing but grit. Ropes, crab traps, icy death, danger. Before I started my career crabbing, I bounced at biker bars where I witnessed the shitty side of humanity on a regular basis. Ugly. All I’ve seen is ugliness. All I’ve heard is anger and cynicism. But watching Clara float around the stage like an angel, all the hardness inside me crumbles. Dear God, who knew this kind of beauty existed?

  I know I should leave now, because there’s more here than inappropriate lust for something I can’t have. There’s…more. I want her smiles. Her trust. I want to scare off people who are mean to her. Tuck her into my arms at night. But none of that is possible, so I need to leave. Do my best to put Clara out of my mind.

  But I remain glued to the seat, knowing—knowing—I’ll be staying after to get her thank you.

  Chapter Five

  Clara

  I’m standing outside the auditorium and I don’t see Rex. Did he leave?

  My heart sinks into my stomach at the possibility. I came on too strong backstage, didn’t I? God, he must think I’m a sex-starved lunatic. I practically begged him to climb on top of me in front of everyone. What is wrong with me?

  It’s just that the sight of him makes everything south of my belly button feel…wobbly and ticklish. I get wet and flushed and my skin turns so sensitive, I want to scream. Once, I snuck a romance novel out of my mother’s nightstand just to read the sex scenes and I found it ridiculous. No way could a person lose control of their body in such a way. Oh, I was so wrong. When I see his hearty shoulders and that chest hair curling around the top of his shirt, my thighs spread themselves.

  He always looks so mad—so irritable—but his words are like blankets straight from the dryer. As soon as he stomped backstage, looking like an avenging lumberjack, my blood sighed with safety. Here he is. I’m fine now.

  But I probably scared him off, all but promising not to behave. As if being his step-niece isn’t enough to keep us separated, there’s something in his past—something involving my stepfather—that is making him twice as adamant to stay away. I wish I knew what it was—

  “Clara.”

  I whip around to find Rex standing in the shadows, down the stairs and to the right of the entrance, puffing on his cigar. When he puts it out with a twist of his boot, my belly cinches inward, my heart clattering like tin cans tied to a back bumper. I don’t want to question my instincts. I just want to follow them. Needing to be in his reassuring presence, I fly down the stairs, make a quick turn and take a flying leap into his arms. My legs twine around his waist in full view of everyone still filing out of the auditorium—and I guess that’s why Uncle Rex gives a low, punctuated grunt and walks us around the side of the building.

  “Girl, you are asking for trouble.”

  “You stayed.” I snuggle my face into his beard. “Does that mean you’re asking for it, too?”

  “No.” Even as he makes the denial, his hands inch up my thighs, toward my backside. “Just wanted to tell you…I ain’t never seen anything like you. Up there. You move like some kind of angel.”

  I’ve had instructors encourage me or give positive feedback, but my parents seemed to enjoy my dancing because it kept me out of the house. They’ve nodded their approval and paid the tuition, but I’ve never gotten this kind of praise from someone who matters. And never, ever so honest. “Thank you,” I whisper. “I’m going to kiss you now, Uncle Rex.”

  He shakes his head. “No, girl. No.”

  Voices reach me from the nearby parking lot. “If you’re afraid of people seeing, you could bring me somewhere.” I curl my fingers in his shirt collar and climb higher on his hips. “I’ll kiss you down there again, too. I’ll suck and play and do anything you want.”

  His guttural groan hurts my eardrum. “Fuck.”

  “That, too,” I whisper against his ear. “Is that what we would have done in the pool house, if we hadn’t gotten caught?”

  “Five minutes later and my brother would have walked in and found me dripping in virgin blood.” He moves us further into the building’s shadow, his hands finally finding my bottom and punishing it. “Feels like it’s mine to take, but it ain’t.” His teeth press into my cheek. Hard. “But I’ll still kill any motherfucker for even thinking about taking it. It don’t make no sense.”

  “Yes, it does,” I moan as he presses me back against the building, his bulk wedging between my legs. “We didn’t ask for your brother and my mom to get married. It’s not our fault.”

  “Stop. Stop trying to talk me into this.” He thrusts hard into the cradle of my thighs, his groan splitting the night air. “It’s wrong, Clara. It’s wrong.”

  Hump hump hump. Each one harder than the last. His mouth finds mine and we’re ravenous. His beard is coarse on my cheeks and chin, his tongue smooth and smoky as it licks against mine. Again and again. I need no interpretation to know his growl means “open wider.” I just do it. I open my mouth as much as I can, letting him invade it. Letting him pump me hard into the wall, my legs shaking with the force on either side of him.

  “Hell, I knew it,” he rasps, kneading my backside, then holding it steady to receive his thrust. “Knew you’d be a good little fuck princess. Can’t help but please me, can you? Can’t help but spread everything open for Uncle’s use.”

  “Yes,” I moan, static tickling my veins. Energy snaps inside me at the right. At the wrong. All of it. “Oh my God. Yes, yes, yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  I sob once. Twice. “Yes, Uncle Rex.”

  We spiral into a kiss after that and it’s so wet, so sexual, I’m whining in my throat by the time it’s over, clawing at his shoulders. He pants at my mouth upon pulling away. “Where’s your car?”

  “Um…” I search through my brain fog, finally coming up with an answer and pointing to the parking lot at the rear of the building. “There. The gray Camry.”

  The words are barely out of my mouth before we’re striding in that direction, his hands roaming underneath my skirt, those callused fingers sliding beneath my thong, tracing the crack of my bottom. And all the while, I’m like a greedy koala bear, clinging to him and licking every patch of bare skin I can find. There’s not much except for his neck and an inch of chest, where I rake my teeth through that curly black hair that drives me insane.

  We must have been kissing for a while, because my car is the only one left in the rear lot, although voices still carry from the front of the auditorium. As soon as we reach my car, Rex pushes me face down over the hood and lifts up my skirt. I’m still gasping when my thong is wrenched down to my ankles.

  “Can’t bang you how I want, niece, but this sweet little ass is too tight and pretty to call a consolation prize.”

  When I feel his tongue traveling down between my cheeks, I don’t expect it to feel so amazing. But when he gets where he’s going—that entrance I never imagined anyone touching—and he starts to bathe it with rough, thorough licks, my clitoris begins to tingle with epic sensitivity. More and more until my hands become fists on the hood of the car, screams trapping in my throat. What did he mean about my bottom being a consolation prize? Is he going to put himself inside me there?

  I turn to watch over my shoulder, just as Rex straightens. My pussy swells and grows unbearably wet, watching him spit in his palm and stroke the saliva onto himself. He does it three times until his erection is huge and glistening in the moonlight, those thick, hair-covered balls resting in t
he V of his fly.

  Our eyes meet. “If you don’t want to give Uncle Rex that ass, speak up now. Once I’ve got a few inches in, the time for negotiations is over. You’re getting ridden like a prize fucking pony.” He curses under his breath. “You’re such an innocent thing and I’m going to hell for taking you like this, but I need to get my come inside you somehow or I’ll go insane, you understand?”

  Does he actually think I would say no to anything involving him? I’m so desperate to please and be pleased, I’m shaking. “I want it. I want you.”

  His hand plants in the center of my back, pushing me down flush with the hood of the car. “Oh, you’re getting every inch of me, girl.” I feel his plump head at my back entrance and listen to his strangled grunt. “I’m doing a very bad thing. Very bad. But I’m leaving you a virgin, Clara. Can’t pop my niece’s cherry. Can’t do it.”

  “Yes, you can,” I breathe, tilting my hips. “It’s yours.”

  “No. This is how it has to be.” With a rude drive, a few inches of his thickness are inside my bottom, stretching me. Discomfort digs in its claws. My thighs scramble on the bumper, trying to change the angle and ease the strain, but I’m pinned beneath hips much larger than mine. “Shhh.” His hand is suddenly between my legs, two fingers finding my clit and rubbing it clockwise, slow, slow, slow. “I’ll take care of you.”

  A few seconds of his touch and the pain begins to fade into a numb throb. “That feels so good.” His fingers move faster, rougher, dragging my clit with them until the friction begins to take effect, begins to tighten something at the core of my being. I can feel him pushing deeper inside me, his girth wedging between my cheeks, but the buildup inside me is such a glorious distraction, I focus on that. I focus on Rex’s labored breathing behind me, the tickle of his pubic hair brushing between my legs, the weight of his sac where it eventually presses against me.

  “Who’s taking your ass, girl?” he grates into my neck. “Who’s got every fat inch of his cock inside the pretty dancing angel from the stage?”

  “Uncle Rex,” I whimper. “H-he does.”

  He rears back and punches his hips forward, springing tears to my eyes. “Can you hold our little secret as tight as you’re gripping this dick?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s real good, niece. Because I shouldn’t be anywhere near this hole.” He grinds into me and lets out a throaty shout. “Shouldn’t be fuckin’ none of them. Shouldn’t even be thinking about them.”

  The tempo of his fingers has escalated along with the aggression in his voice and I’m…I’m at a breaking point I’ve never reached before. I’ve touched myself in the dark when no one is home, but the results have only been sort of satisfying. Maybe because I hadn’t met a man who actually turned me on before. I’ve been blindly anticipating something more since I walked out onto the back patio and found Uncle Rex smoking his cigar. “I’m going to…I-I don’t know. Please don’t stop.”

  “You don’t know?” He laughs without humor into the crook of my neck and continues to fondle me between the legs while pumping in and out of my backside. “I’m not just going to hell, I’ll be seated at the right hand of Lucifer.”

  Until now, there’s been a slow build of the pleasure inside me, but when Rex seems to lose his grip on his control behind me, that’s when the tide rises with a vengeance. He snarls into my hair, his teeth searching for my ear to clamp down on. He’s a bucking beast, the brutality of his drives making a dent in the hood around the outline of my body. My feet come off the ground, lifted by his hips, one thigh being wrenched wide by Rex’s free hand.

  I open my mouth on the hood of the car and begin to sob. Half because the pressure he’s inflicting on me hurts. Half because it feels so good when paired with his fingers on my clit. Oh my God. Whatever’s coming is going to split me down the middle and I’m ready for the pleasure/pain. “I want it. I want it. I want it.”

  This time, his laughter is dark. “Mommy and Daddy don’t know you’re a little cock slut, do they, Clara?” He licks up the side of my neck. “But Uncle Rex knows all about it, doesn’t he? Yes, he does.”

  An explosion takes place inside me, so powerful that I can’t even scream. Can’t even move. My muscles tighten like drums and I tremble violently, pleasure rushing through me in scalding waves. Am I shaking or is that the car? My clitoris throbs, my walls clench so tight, I slap a hand down on the car hood and writhe, writhe to combat it. In the distance I hear Rex give a choked shout, then warmth attacks me from another direction. His. I want him to drown me in it. Never want to stop experiencing his huge body jerking and cursing on top of me, his hot sac branding my ass like a cattle stamp.

  Moments later, even though he straightens my clothes with gentle hands and pulls me back into the heat of his chest…I can still sense the ongoing battle in his head.

  Perhaps because I only reach his shoulder, he doesn’t realize I’m prepared for war.

  Chapter Six

  Rex

  The angry sea is an adversary of mine. There’s an unspoken agreement between us. When it’s howling and tossing my boat around on twenty-foot swells, it’s trying to kill me. It’s understood. I’m gambling on fate when I come into its house. I’m rolling the dice with my life, wagering that I can steal enough of the sea’s treasure before it swallows me whole. I’ve done it successfully for years, despite watching men on my crew lose their footing and sink below the icy surface, never to be seen again. Yeah, I’ve battled angry seas successfully until tonight.

  This is a new kind of storm—the one inside me for Clara. And I lost. Hell, I couldn’t even put up a decent fight against this…this obsession. It swells and grows more turbulent by the minute. I’m obsessed with her soft voice, her big doe eyes, her virginity. Taking it. Protecting it from myself. Killing over it.

  I should be put in jail for what I did tonight. Fucking my sweet little niece up the ass over the hood of her car. The car my brother is probably paying for. I’m following behind it now along the dark avenue, making sure Clara gets home all right. There’s a stuffed bunny rabbit in the back window and a ballet slippers bumper sticker. She’s so young. So refreshingly honest. Her future is bright, except for the depraved black spot I’ve just left.

  In the darkness of my car, though, I can’t help but reach down below the steering wheel and fist my satisfied cock. Lord, she took it like a champ. Creamed all over my hand even while I was treating that tight backside like my own personal playground. At one point I had my boot up on the front fender so I could thrust deeper…and she only mewled like a happy kitten. I’ve never come harder in my life. And I sure as shit have never wanted to hold a girl afterward. Rock her, kiss her forehead, massage away the soreness.

  Never wanted to take on the world for a female before. But when she flashes those big eyes at me, I want to be her superhero. Someone to fight evil on her behalf, keep her tucked away in a safe place and provide for her every need.

  The brake lights on Clara’s Camry light up as she pulls into her driveway. I pull over at the curb across the street, knowing I can’t go inside. Or I will hold her. I’ll sleep in her bed with her tucked against me. She’ll be so soft, her pussy there for the taking, and I won’t be able to help it this time. I’ll bang her nine times before morning. Shit, at that point, the addiction will be out of control. I’ll still be here when my brother returns from Bali, either shacked up with his little girl or…I’ll have taken her home with me. I’ll have claimed her forever.

  I have to leave before the obsession turns into something I can’t control.

  The suggestion that I’m controlling it now is laughable. Because she’s jogging toward my car and I’m fighting the urge to pull her through the driver’s side window and peel out of this goddamn suburban nightmare. I live closer to the coast, not too far away. We could be there in no time, Clara tucked into my sheets with a tummy full of food. She belongs with me. Me.

  Beneath my white-knuckled hand, the steering wheel creaks. �
�Go on now, girl. Get. I’ll wait here until you’re inside.”

  Hurt flashes in her eyes and I call myself a bastard ten times. “But…don’t you want to come inside?”

  “Can’t. I’m going on a hunting trip in the morning.”

  Her lower lip pushes out. “Where?”

  “Long Shadow.”

  She absorbs that. “What if there are robbers?”

  “Come again?”

  “Inside my house,” she whispers, glancing over her shoulder. “Like, if I’m already home with the doors locked when it gets dark? I’m fine, you know? No robber just waits in a house all day to jump out and start robbing when night falls. But if I come home in the dark—like, right now—there’s a better chance of robbers. Because I haven’t been home since there was daylight. They could have snuck in after dark. Can you just come in and check?”

  God almighty, she’s as cute as a button. And she wants me to play her protector, despite the fact that I just tarnished her innocence in a public parking lot. Just looking at her hopeful face, my heart lifts and sticks in my throat. I can no more say no to this girl than I can change the seasons on command.

  I grunt. “Just a quick check.”

  She dances around, her hands clasped beneath her chin. “Thank you.”

  I climb out of my truck and cross the street beside her, making a warning sound in my throat when she curls her fingers into mine, holding my hand. “Clara…”

  “What?” She looks up at me through her eyelashes. “Uncles hold hands with their nieces, don’t they?”

  “When they’re kids, maybe.”

  “I didn’t know you when I was a kid. Can’t we make up for lost time?” She holds up my hand and twirls beneath it. “I see lots of presents in my future.”

  In the corner of my eye, I see a male neighbor in his driveway, squinting at us in the darkness. Probably wondering if I’m Clara’s new, ancient boyfriend. Probably wondering if I’m going to ride her to the Promised Land as soon as we’re inside the house. Ain’t a red-blooded man alive who wouldn’t wonder about how and when Clara spreads her thighs, but I pass him a black look, anyway, pointing at him in the darkness. In other words, I know where you live. Don’t look. Don’t touch.