by Lexi Wood
As soon as I’d closed my lips around his hot shaft, Uncle Virgil threw his head back. He let out this sound that was halfway between a growl and a laugh. “Ye-e-es!”
And I hadn’t even done anything yet.
My uncle took one of my hands and cupped it around his dripping-wet nut sack. I knew balls were sensitive, so I made sure not to squeeze. But when he wrapped my other hand around his dick, he pretty much compelled me to.
So much to do all at once. I looked up at my uncle’s slick body and he looked down at me with my sopping wet hair. The look in his eyes was like nothing I’d ever seen. It wasn’t exploratory and sweet, like it was last night. Now his expression seemed hungry, almost mean.
“Suck it,” he said.
So I did. I sucked my uncle’s dick while he stood tall and watched me. I couldn’t tell what it tasted like, because it got wet in the shower, but there did seem to be a bit of fluid slipping on to my tongue, and that was fairly sweet.
“That’s right,” he said, wrapping his hands around my wet head. “Suck it good, Sinclair. Suck my fat fucking dick.”
I’d never heard my uncle say anything like that. My muscles all tensed—including my hands, I guess, because he groaned when I gripped his dick and balls harder.
“You’re gonna make me come already,” he said. “And we’re just getting started.”
“Should I stop?” I asked.
He growled. “Don’t you dare!”
After that, he moved my head for me. He drove it back and forth, making me devour his cock. Even when I gagged, I still didn’t mind. He knew what he wanted. He used me to get it. I didn’t mind one bit.
Uncle Virgil gripped my hair so hard it hurt, but I didn’t mind that either. He pounded my throat with his cock. I choked, but even that didn’t matter. I wanted him to get off on me however he pleased. If he wanted to pull my hair and shove his cock down my throat, that was fine by me.
Girls talk about spitting or swallowing, but the choice is irrelevant when he comes so far down your throat you just gag it down. I didn’t even realize Uncle Virgil had come until he pulled his cock from my mouth and it splashed a few globs of thick cream onto the floor of the tub.
“Hope I wasn’t too rough on you,” my uncle said.
I smoothed out my wet hair and said, “No, that’s okay. I liked it a lot.”
He looked down at me like he was going to say something else, but instead he got out of the shower. By the time I followed him, he’d taken a towel and left the room.
For dinner, we ate the fish and chips I’d brought home from work.
Uncle Virgil acted like what had happened in the shower hadn’t happened at all.
I thought that was a little odd. Sometimes, when there were long stretches of silence between us, I considered asking him about it, but asking what?
If he’d liked it?
Of course he did.
If he wanted to do it again?
Of course he did.
The weird thing was, at the end of the night he told me I should take the bed. He would sleep on the couch.
I thought that was very odd. We’d had intercourse and oral sex. We could sleep in the same bed.
But I didn’t say any of that. I just threw on the short cotton nightie I’d brought along, and hopped into bed. My day had been exhausting. It didn’t take long before I started nodding off.
When I awoke, it wasn’t morning. It was still dark in the cabin. What had woken me? A body. My uncle. I always sleep on my side, and I could feel him behind me in bed.
Naked.
His body heat burned my back. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing and pressing them together. He’d pulled up my nightie enough to get in underneath.
And then his cock found what it wanted. From behind.
It astounded me that a penis could work its way into a vagina in the dark, with no help from hands. Maybe Uncle Virgil was just desperate for a fuck. Another fuck.
He drove his dick into me.
Good thing I was already wet. Didn’t take much to turn me on. Just the feel of my uncle’s body heat behind me. That’s it. I was ready to go. And his hands moulding my breasts certainly didn’t hurt.
He held me close and fucked me rhythmically. I didn’t say a word and neither did he, but I felt his stubble on my cheek and his breath on my skin.
I didn’t have to do anything. I liked that. I liked that I could just lie there like I was sleeping, and my uncle did all the work. When he came, I felt so satisfied I fell asleep pretty much instantly.
July rolled on like that, me and my uncle having sex we never talked about. The only days we didn’t fuck were the days when my aunt stayed at the cabin. But she never stayed long, because those two couldn’t go five minutes without arguing.
First Aunt Lucy wanted Uncle Virgil to get a job. So he got a job at the marina. But that wasn’t good enough for Aunt Lucy. She wanted him to get a well-paying job like the one he’d been downsized from.
Uncle Virgil didn’t want a job like that. He liked working in the sun, doing hard physical labour. It left him tired at the end of the day, but he was never so exhausted that he didn’t want to fuck me. Even when I got my period, he didn’t care. He just fucked me in the shower so it wouldn’t make a mess. That’s how much he wanted me.
I bet he wouldn’t fuck Aunt Lucy on her period, even if she begged him.
But he never acknowledged what we were doing, not in words. Not until the summer drew to a close. That’s when he put his hand on my shoulder and looked into my eyes and said, “You can never tell anyone what we’ve done, Sinclair. No one. I mean it.”
“I won’t,” I said. “I promise.”
I was just so surprised he was actually talking about it, after all this time.
“But when will we get together again?” I asked him. “I’m about to start college. I’ll be living in a dorm. We can’t have sex there. I’ll have a roommate.”
He looked out the front window and shook his head. “We can’t, Sin. This has got to stop. This summer had been…truly, you’re the only thing that’s kept me going. I mean that. I really do. But all good things must come to an end.”
And that’s where we left it. That’s where he left me.
My uncle broke my heart.
How messed up is that?
But I went off to school and tried not to think about it, and eventually I was able to bury my mind in reading, in writing papers. In campus life.
Not boys, though. I never wanted to look at another one for as long as I lived.
Even at Christmas, I avoided my uncle like the plague. He avoided me, too.
All’s fair…
It wasn’t until the following spring, when my uncle reprised his job at the marina, that my Aunt Lucy got so pissed off she divorced him for good. How surprised was I when I got back home after final exams and my dad told me he thought I should go back up to the cabin? My fry cook job was available again, but more than that, someone needed to keep an eye on Uncle Virgil. My dad thought that someone should be me.
What would he have said if he knew I’d spent the whole summer fucking his brother-in-law?
Even though I still felt angry with my uncle for the way things had ended, a perverse part of me wondered what would happen if we found ourselves in the same cabin again?
So I packed up my stuff and my dad drove me up to the cabin.
When we got there, my uncle seemed very surprised to see me. I guess my dad hadn’t told him we were coming. I decided to rise above. I swept into the cabin like a rainbow after a storm. I was going to brighten up my uncle’s life whether he liked it or not.
And if he didn’t like it, I’d make him like it.
My dad didn’t stay the night. He left right after dinner. Which was just as well, because I had to get to work seducing my uncle.
A year of university had boosted my confidence, and instead of sitting back and waiting for my uncle to take the reins, I confronted the situation head-on. Excep
t not actually head-on, because Uncle Virgil had his back to me.
He was standing at the sink, washing the dinner dishes, when I came up behind him and pressed my tits into his back. I knew he felt the soft press of my breasts, because he straightened up and dropped whatever he’d been washing.
“Careful,” I said. “Don’t break anything.”
“Sinclair,” he breathed. “What are you doing?”
“I think you know.”
I reached my arms around him and started petting his crotch. Wow, he was hard already! That didn’t take much effort. Guess that’s how hot he found me. Just feeling my boobs on his back gave him an instant erection.
He ripped off his yellow rubber dishwashing gloves and whipped around to face me. “Don’t you remember what I said last year? Everything that happened between us… it’s over. It had to end.”
“But why?”
“Because!” he said, practically shrieking. “It was wrong, Sinclair. I’m your uncle. You’re my niece. Have you forgotten?”
Running my hands up his chest, I said, “I haven’t forgotten anything. Not… one… thing.”
Standing on tiptoe, I arched in my uncle’s direction. My lips found his, but he didn’t kiss me. He pushed me back. “No!”
I wasn’t letting him get away that easy.
He stormed out of the cabin, but I followed. “Don’t you walk away from me!”
“Keep your voice down,” he said as he took to the dirt road.
I caught up with him easily. “Where are you going?”
“For a walk,” he said.
“Where?”
“I don’t know! Please, Sin, just give me some space.”
He seemed a little less angry now. More sad.
When his pace slowed a touch, I said, “It was more wrong last year, because you were married then. Now you’re not. And, technically, if you’re not married to my aunt, you’re not even my uncle anymore.”
Uncle Virgil gave me a flat look, like he wasn’t buying what I was selling. “I’ll always be your uncle. You grew up with me. We were family then, we’re family now.”
I decided to be silent for a while. I don’t know why. I just walked beside him on the dirt road, until we’d passed by a lot of the cabins and made it to the waterfront. You wouldn’t call it a beach, not exactly. More like where water meets land. Hard to describe.
It was only spring, but already we were into heat wave days. It was going to be a scorcher of a summer. Once I started my fry job, I’d have to jump in the lake every ten minutes to cool off.
We sat on a flat rock and watched the sunset. There wasn’t anybody around. It was too early in the season. The only year-round residents were retirees and they didn’t go out after dinnertime. We had the world to ourselves.
I looked behind us. There was an incline and then the road. Felt amazingly private. Me and my uncle, the water, this rock. I moved into his lap.
He sighed, a really sad sigh, and said, “Sinclair, we can’t.”
“But why not?” I begged him.
“I’ve told you why.”
All the same, I pressed my pussy forward until I found his erection, Mr. Reliable, and I started dry-humping him, real slow, right there on the rock. I was only wearing leggings, so I could feel his body against mine like it was right there.
Right there.
His throat clicked, but he didn’t say anything. I looked into his face. The sky glowed this weird shade of blue, almost fluorescent, but dark at the same time.
“No one can see us,” I assured him.
“That isn’t the point.”
It felt so good to rub my clit against his hard dick. I’d done a lot of rubbing all year long—not on dicks, mainly just my hand—so I’d become a bit of an expert. Now I knew what my body liked.
“I don’t want you to be sad,” I told him.
“Sadness is a part of life. It’s a part of grief. It’s a part of letting go.”
I stroked off a little harder on my uncle’s dick. “Letting go of what?”
“The old life. Career, marriage. Everything that doesn’t work for me anymore.”
“What works for you now?” I asked.
He didn’t answer.
And I think I know why.
Stroking off a little faster, I leaned in to kiss Uncle Virgil. He didn’t resist. It would have caused more of a scene to resist than just to stay quiet.
When he picked me up, I clung to him. I was so afraid he was picking me up to put me down. But that wasn’t it. He shifted my body into the sand, which was still hot from the sun even thought it was definitely night now. The sand took its time catching up, I guess.
My uncle kept kissing me, but this time it was him doing the dry-humping. No, it was both of us. I was rubbing on his dick. He was rubbing on my clit. The feeling was mutual.
Holding me down, he whispered, “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I’ve missed you too!” I told him.
His sandy hands moved to my bare shoulders. Taking hold of my bra strap and the strap of my tank top, he pulled down both at once. That move trapped my arms against my sides while exposing my breasts.
As water lapped the shore to my left, my uncle descended on my tits. He took one nipple between his lips. When he sucked it, gently, I thought I was going to come.
For real.
It had been eight months since we’d had sex. Eight months since any man had interacted with my breasts. Just the feel of his breath on my skin could have brought me to orgasm.
His tongue on my tits?
That was torture.
It was torture not to scream my uncle’s name while he sucked my sweet little nips. He could do that all night long, if he wanted. My breasts were all his, all for him.
I actually surprised myself by whimpering, “I need you to dick me.”
His throat made a squeaking noise.
“I need it,” I said. “It’s been so long. I’ve missed it so much. I want you inside me. Please!”
It didn’t bother me to beg. That’s how badly I wanted to feel my uncle’s cock in my pussy. I’d get on my knees, if it came to that.
But it didn’t.
His fly unzipped. His mouth met mine. When he tugged down the front of my leggings, it reminded me of the first time he made love to me. He’d pulled down the waistband of my cotton pyjamas, that time. The leggings were tighter and harder to yank all the way to my thighs, but the second my bare snatch was exposed, my uncle plunged his cock inside me like he’d been waiting for this all year.
And maybe he had.
Maybe I had, too.
That whole time I was angry and bitter about him breaking things off, maybe I secretly loved him. Maybe I was in love with him. In love with my uncle. And maybe he was in love with me.
He pushed his cock deep inside my pussy, and I felt like a virgin all over again. I held my hips aloft because I didn’t want sand all over my butt. The strain made my pussy feel tight as a vice. I’m sure Uncle Virgil could feel it too, because he kissed me voraciously, like he was trying to eat me up.
As he thrust forward, I bucked up, meeting him every time, hips clanging hips like a pair of bells. I felt it through my entire body as we kissed, as we fucked.
I loved him.
We’d been apart, but I still loved him.
I didn’t even care that he’d dumped me. I had him back now. That’s what mattered. We had the whole summer ahead of us. Imagine all the sex. Every day, every night. Working in the hot sun, coming home to a shower and a hard fuck. Sucking my uncle’s dick while we listened to records. Waking up with a cock between my legs. Feeling insatiable, irresistible.
There was so much I could give him. There was so much he would give me. I knew all that, as we fucked in the sand, while the water lapped the ground a few feet away, approaching us, getting closer all the time.
We had to come. We had to go.
I bucked harder, grunting as I drove my hips skyward, welcoming my uncle�
��s fat dick inside me.
“Your cock gets me so fucking hot,” I growled.
He said, “I feel the same way about your pussy.”