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It was their ritual. Their Friday night tryst. Just the two of them, alone. It was their moment of happiness. The Zenith of their week. After five days of holding back, Anna longed for his fingers on her flesh more than anything.
Nothing was better than those two short days, when for the weekend they were one household again. On Friday night, by train, he would come down from his city and return to where he belonged… with her. For two days, she would have him until Sunday evening when he boarded the train to leave her again. During his stay, to be around him, to breathe the same air he breathed, to steal his attention from all the others who also wanted him, that was Anna's sole focus. That was where she put all her energy. Her mother's friends, those old hags, were wetting themselves around him. Him, a city dweller, bachelor, he was a price to seize for those country bumpkins. The way those grannies looked at him, how they kept touching him with their fake modesty, it made Anna's blood boil. They weren't worthy of his presence. How she wished to be older, so she could grab his arm and take him with her. They wouldn't have to suffer the weight of their pointless conversations, or their overbearing smiles. She never understood what kind of fantasy soup their brains were soaked into to think they could even fancy to have him. He was hers.
Hers!
Whenever her uncle's kindness obliged him to participate in their idiotic games, something inside Anna snapped. Jealousy was one of the worst emotion. It ate at her being like acid, and there was nothing worse than seeing him surrounded by those horny women. Though none had that unique connection they shared. None of them could imagine what he lusted for. Not their busty fake-tanned bodies, their well-made makeup concealing their true age, or their bleached hair. Even less, their inane conversations about the weather and the local news.
No, her uncle was different.
He never showed the slightest interest in their big asses that wobbled under their skirts when they walked; or in the bulging breasts that appeared from the cleavages of their tight t-shirts. And Anna knew it was true because she watched him closely; because she had seen his reactions and his lack of interest.
She knew him better than anyone else, and he was the same way with her. He loved something else. Lust for something more intimate and secret. It was their secret. The very thing that bound them together.
Anna was the only one he would ever desire. Her small body and thin limbs. The one he wanted to protect. The only one for whom he could sacrifice everything. His love was hers alone. And she knew it. She saw it in his eyes, and in his smile, and in his every gesture.
She often fantasized about the two of them growing up together, like brother and sister, becoming adults in the same household. In those dreams, she played the part of the girl who grows into a woman before her brother's eyes. She imagined how he would watch her with an admiring look, and how he would stroke her hair like he used to do when she was little. She imagined how he would aid her into maturity. How he would help her discover herself, guide her along her way, and be there for her when she would have doubts.
In many ways, he was already all those things for her. In the absence of a sibling, her uncle was her closest friend, and he taught her so much more than just her budding sexuality.
He wasn't her dad because he never married her mom. Still, ever since she could remember, he was always there, taking care of her, looking out for her, encouraging her and helping her get back up when she fell. He was so many things at once: a dad, an older brother, a bestie, and lately, a lover.
Lover. She loved that word. The idea behind it, the feelings associated with it. A special person. A one-and-only person. Her heart throbbed thinking about him every night before going to sleep. The sound of his voice when they spoke on the phone; it soothed her. Those nights without him, she held the twinge in her hearth back. Don't cry, she told herself.
With her mother accompanying her to the train station on Friday evening, she awaited eagerly his train's arrival on the dock, flouncing on her feet, and the moment she saw him amongst the throng, her body moved on its own. Like ripped off the floor by an invisible force, she dashed into his arms, sinking into his embrace. When he smiled—that loving smile meant just for her—all of her worries went away.
The car ride home was quiet; her mother drove. He sat in the passenger seat, Anna sat in the back, close to the window. When his hand reached back between the seats, searching hers, she grabbed it, and their fingers intertwined. For a moment, their connection was made whole again. Just this touch. This one thing. As if it was saying: I'm here, Anna. I missed you. But it was only temporary. She needed more.
At home, she helped him unpack and put his stuff in the guest room—his room. No one else slept in that room anyway. She bantered around, and he humored her innocent display of affection with patience and smiles. Once he had his duffle bag emptied and his clothes in the closet and drawers, they made his bed together with fresh sheets and pillowcases. The bed where they would share many moments together during his stay.
Before he would leave on Sunday evening, Anna would hide the soiled sheets of their lovemaking and change them with new ones. In a sticky, smelly ball, she would stuff those pieces of evidence deep inside his closet, somewhere her mother would never look for them. If it didn't feel so dirty after a week steeping in there, she would have kept those sheets forever. She held to them to quench her lust during the five following days she would endure his absence, whiffing at them whenever she felt lonely. Sometimes, she wore them against her bare skin, like a dress of their shared intimacy, feeling the crustiness of his dried cum on her flesh, pretending he was here with her, holding her. After her parents fell asleep tonight, she would slip out of her bed to snug in his. Where she belonged. In his arms, she felt safe and content. She didn't have to worry about anything because she knew he'd make everything right.
That was when and where it happened, in his arms, in the veil of the night, listening to his heartbeat and inhaling his musk. He hadn't started it; she did. The first time, he was asleep, she had taken his hand, pulled it under her pajama top, placed it on her budding breast, and closed her eyes. At that moment, she knew she was doing the right thing. She felt no fear nor shame. It was natural. His warm palm cupping her small breast, it felt good, and she knew she wanted more. In the morning when she woke up, his hand was gone, but his warmth was still there, somewhere. She remembered how soothing his hand had been on her flesh, how perfect her mound fitted in his palm.
The second time, he had been awake. His breathing pattern had changed. She had seen his eyelids opening and closing in the darkness. That time, she had gone further. Taking his fingers, she had brought them to her lips, kissed them, sucked them. His fingers were strong and manly. And then, she had guided his hand to her breasts again. He hadn't said anything. His fingers had done what she wanted them to do. Caressing her, teasing her nipples tentatively at first. There were no words to express how much she liked it.
When finally they talked about it, she heard the hesitation in his voice, but also the excitement. He didn't judge her. He was too smart for that. Instead, he let her choose what she wanted to do. It was all up to her, and that gave her power. They had agreed to keep exploring her boundaries, within reason, of course.
Until now, she had been the one pushing things forward, but he had played along, accommodating her needs, her desires. She was the one initiating things, but he didn't object when she asked for more.
At your own pace. He would always say.
And so far, there hadn't been any problems or misunderstanding between them. They were so in synch with each other it felt like they shared a link she couldn't explain with words. It was a haven of love. Just the two of them, connected both physically and emotionally.
During those nights, she wondered what would happen if someone came in. She found it exhilarating to think about it. If her mom butted in the middle of their tryst, how would she react? Her parents knew about her sleeping in her uncle's bed—they have been sleeping together for as long as Anna remembered—but the prurient nature of their Friday night ritual was their secret and theirs alone. How would her mother react if she saw their faces, flushed red, their bodies sweating from exertion?
Anna's eyes rolled up with pleasure at the thrill of getting caught.
At the beginning, he'd given, and she'd received. Not anymore. She loved pleasing him just as much now, and since he let her do whatever she wanted with him, she took it upon herself to try out new things. Toying with him, waiting for his climax and feeling the moment he shot his seed in her palm or over her belly, it was so exhilarating.
With each session, the things they did bring them closer and closer to an inescapable fate. One that would seal their incestuous relationship forever. There was no turning back. Although neither of them said it out loud, they were aware of that fact. He looked after her for most of her life and became a second father to her. Now, he was her lover. Her soulmate.
Tonight, Anna thought. Tonight, I'm ready to give myself to him completely. She had made her decision.
The night began like any other: dinner, a movie, family time spent together. Nothing unusual, just a typical weekend.
A few hours later, her parents were snoring in their bedroom.
Anna, already dressed in her pajamas, went into her uncle's bedroom where he was waiting for her. The light was off; the room only lit by the moonlight outside. She closed the door behind her without a sound, and tiptoed to his bed. She climbed onto the mattress, sitting on her knees beside him, her eyes locked onto his. She smiled to herself and sighed with longing and anticipation. She was nervous but determined. He scooched aside making room for her where the warmth of his body lingered, and she crawled into the cocooning space of his arms. His arms encircled her, she pushed her bum against his pelvis, and he hugged her, pulling her into the curve of his body. As they had done countless time, she took his hand, bringing it on her flat stomach, then, slowly, lead it under the fabric of her pajamas pants until his fingertips brushed over her fleece topping her pussy. This was her way to initiate lately. He loved how her pubis had become soft and fuzzy. With a gentle smile, he leaned over her, kissing her forehead before his fingers reached lower to rub her labia. She pushed herself against his hand, silently pleading for more. And he always delivered. His fingers were like magic, plunking at her core, able to reach deeper inside her than hers ever could. With his palm, he stimulated her clit, driving her mad with lust, all while his middle and index fingers sought to find the place-within that made her legs buckle.
Her heartbeat strummed in her chest while their breathing, in tune, reaching to a crescendo. Sometimes, she needed him to hurry, so she urged him faster by grinding herself against his hand, moaning softly and calling his name. Sometimes, she preferred slow and sensual touches, so she pinched on his sleeve, tugging on it gently, asking him to be tender and loving. Mostly, she let him ride free, waiving her control, giving him the reins to steer them through a land of mirthful delight. He knew what she needed better than her. His fingers roamed over her body, finding all her weak spots he had already discovered: her neck, her belly button, and especially her sensitive nipples.
"I love you," Anna said in a low voice. On her back, basking to the gentle touches of her uncle, she purred from the jolts of electricity coursing through her body. It was such an innocent thing to say, and she felt embarrassed every time she heard it coming out of her mouth.
"Love you too, baby," he replied with a breathy voice.
Anna turned her head up, looking for his face in the dark. His hand stopped moving over her breasts and stomach and came back to her pubis where his fingers brushed lightly over her labia.
On his flank, his torso, framing hers, sought her more than anything. His imposing chest heaving up and down, she could feel his muscular body toned from years of working out. His wet digits rutted back and forth between her folds, playing with her slippery coat, teasing her entrance. When his pads made contact with her pleasure nubbin, a sudden, heartfelt moan escaped her lips. A warm rush of euphoria emanated from her core. Gently, he teased it, giving only feather-like rubs.
His smothering breaths brushed over her neckline, leaving goosebumps wherever the hot air landed. Anna shifted on the bed, parting her thighs to give her uncle better access to her privates. She needed to feel him touch her there. Feel it build up inside. Every day that week, she had yearned for this moment to come. It had worsened recently. She mulled over a time in the near future when his weekly visits wouldn't be enough to keep her desire at bay. She imagined herself, craving all week long in a state of perpetual arousal, unable to satisfy her need with her own fingers, forced to wait for her lover to come. Would she be strong enough to resist? To wait, longing for him to return and hold her in his arms? She didn't know how she could handle not having him close whenever she needed him.
His middle finger lingered near the opening to her tunnel, slowly making its way in, applying just a slight pressure so that her lips spread and caved inward, letting it in. His thumb was up top, toying with her hooded clit. The calloused fingertip grazed her lid, rubbing it slowly, caressing it, awakening all the nerves underneath. The sensation sent shivers through her body. With skilled taps, he pinched and rubbed the nub, forcing another bout of ecstasy to flare up. He was driving her crazy, slowly torturing her into submission. His wile was well-thought-out, and she was a willing victim. He liked stretching the prelude out, prolonging their coupling before the final act that would leave them panting. The longer he toyed with her, the stronger her climax would be, and he was an expert at this. At one point, her pants felt in the way of his work, so she grabbed the elastic and tugged them down to her knees to expose more of her flesh. His fingers descended back down, and this time, there were no obstacles barring his way.
He knew her so well; she knew him too. Knew where to kiss, how to play, when to stay quiet and when to moan his name. Her hands ran down his chest, then lower, between his thighs. His cock was hard, straining against the fabric of his sleepwear. In her palm, the throbbing ratcheted up her excitement, making her gush a little more. He enjoyed her, she could tell. With her fingertips, she peeled his foreskin off his turgid head, unraveling the tumescent knob of his erection. Hot. So fucking hot. Precum seeped out, staining the cotton of his shorts. With her thumb, she wiped it away and brought it to her mouth, tasting him. Sweet and salty. Anna's pussy gushed in response to his musk invading her nostrils.
"Uncle John, I need you…" she said hesitantly. In her ears, the thumping of her heartbeat seemed louder than ever. She swallowed back her fears and took a deep breath in. Her eyes locked onto his in the darkness. This was the night. "I need you so bad…" She was about to say it. To tell him she was ready, but she couldn't. "Kiss me…" She minced the words, almost begging, "…please."
He shifted next to her, lifting his upper body and leaning over her. Their mouths joined in the darkness, and they kissed. Not on the cheeks like relatives do. On the mouth. Sloppily. Eagerly. Hungrily. The taste of his tongue mixed with the leftover flavor of his seed on her lips sent her mind reeling.
Her orgasm crested, and in his mouth, she yelped when the dam broke loose, releasing an intense wave of pleasure washing over her. The sound was muffled under their kiss. His digits stilled, granting her a respite, relishing in the sweet embrace of euphoria.
It was her turn now.
Feverishly, she pulled on his underwear, taking it off his lower half, revealing his cock into the sultry under-the-cover air. Her fingers wrapped its length, running along its girthy shaft.
He sighed. The sound of his enjoyment was a turn-on. "I'm close," he said in a raspy voice.
Anna didn't reply. She focused on her strokes. Increasing the pace. Her other hand wandered over his body, tracing his stomach, tickling his pelvis. Both on their flanks, breathing on one another's embrace, they moaned and huffed. Their bodies writhed, their skins sweltered with sweat. Anna rubbed his cock faster, trying to match his need with her own eagerness to please him. His hips buckled, and he bit back a grunt.
"Coming." Her lover warned her; she didn't slow down.
The muscles in her arm burned from the exertion, but she persevered, tugging, twisting, pumping, wangling the cum off his balls. She was ready. His seed would soil her innocent, young body, and it made her so wet. She could feel the flood between her legs, soaking her bedsheets.
He would come on her belly; like he always did.
As he applied pressure to his knee and lifted himself above her, she yanked her top and slunk right where he needed her. He aimed at her belly. The first rope jetted out and slathered her navel, quickly followed by a second and third that covered her midriff in a layer of pearly goo. He struggled to contain his moans, biting his lip to silence his voice while grunting like a beast rutting. It was adorable to see him fight his urges so much, and Anna adored him even more for it. Her pussy gushed again at the thought of him using her body for his pleasure.
"Fuck… It's always so strong whenever…" he muttered, "…whenever we're together."
He was right. She never came that hard on her own, nor did he. She loved his scent on her and the heat radiating from his spunk on her flesh. The smell of his sex was intoxicating. With a wicked smile, she scooped his virile essence, slathering her forefinger and middle finger with it. When he looked at her through the darkness, she licked them clean, humming at the familiar taste. She was so slutty for him, and he seemed to be turned on by that.
She couldn't see his expression clearly, but he enjoyed the sight because he watched with intent her fingers diving into her belly and spreading his load around. She dipped her digits and brought them to her lips again, coating them with his salty sauce and sucking it hungrily. "So tasty…" she said. She loved eating his cum, and he too relished on her musky honey. He called it 'her nectar.'
As their orgasms dissipated and the initial rush of passion and euphoria died down, the two lovers remained silent. Her uncle slumped back to her side, wrapped his arms around her, keeping her safe.
"Uncle?" Anna said after a few seconds of silence. She had to do it now; she didn't think she'd find enough courage otherwise.
"Hmm?"
"I want to do it." She said it finally. And as the words were out, her heart began beating faster again, and her breath became irregular. She couldn't believe she was talking about it; she had never dared say it before, even though she thought about it all the time. She was so nervous she started shaking in his arms, but there was no going back now.
He stroked her hair, knowing what she meant. "We shouldn't—"
She snugged deeper into his arms, her words muffled against his body. "No one needs to know. I'm ready. You want it too. We will do it sooner or later, better sooner."
"You're fifteen, Anna…" he said calmly, but his voice was tinted with desire. His cock stirred back to life.
What did it matter her age? They loved each other and belonged together. What difference did a year or two make? And they had already done so many things together already… Why not this?
"And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Anna said with conviction. "You always told me the years didn't matter. That they're just numbers. I don't want to wait. I want you. Now. I waited so long." She balled her fists and pressed them against his chest. "Uncle John… fuck me." Anna could see the cogs in his mind churning as he contemplated her request. She had never spoken so bluntly about this before, so directly and openly. It felt like a milestone had been crossed, and she knew she was getting somewhere because she felt him stir against her body. His chest heaved up and down against her forehead and the contact made her breasts tingle.
He remained silent for a few seconds before sighing. "Are you sure? We can stop anytime."
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life," Anna said, and she meant it.
He kissed her again. "Okay," he whispered, and she melted into his embrace, smiling from ear to ear.
The air was tense; there was no more turning back now. She had crossed that invisible line, and there was no looking back. She was about to give him her most precious gift—her virginity—and she felt like it was the right thing to do. It felt natural. She loved him. And he loved her.
He chuckled. "You're such a needy girl. I need a few minutes."
The seconds stretched into an excruciating agony, while her heartbeat pounded in her ears. They were going to do it. The final step. They were crossing the line. No turning back from here. Once they did it, there'd be no denying that they were lovers. And she would be a woman, just like those hags lurking around him, but younger, prettier. But none of them had him. None of them could ever have him. They hadn't the same bond. None of them knew his touch or his moaning voice when he came.
"Okay," he said again, "I think I'm ready." His hand roamed around her body, trailing over her flat stomach, then skewing to her rear. His fingers sank into her supple skin, squeezing her buttocks, parting the round globes to reach the cleft beneath. His digits reached lower and lower. From behind, his fingertips caressed her nether lips, getting coated in her slimy fluids, before gently pushing past the entrance to her vagina. "We should use a condom—"
She shook her head on his chest. A condom? No, no! It would ruin everything. It had to be real. Raw and primal. Lovers didn't use protection because they knew and trusted one another. She couldn't have her first time be so sterile. No one would do this for their first time. She wished to feel his skin rubbing against her, chafing her insides, and filling her with his seed. Just thinking about his cum flooding inside her made her shudder with delight. "No. I want your cum inside me. I want to feel it. Please, uncle," she begged him, "No condom."
"I don't think we should." He shook his head, his voice resolute, leaving no room for discussion. "It's not safe."
"No!" She replied.
"Anna!" Her uncle said with a stern voice that made her recoil in response, "Condom! Period!"
There was no reasoning with him once he used this tone. She pouted, crossing her arms in front of her chest and turning her back to him. "Do you really love me?" she asked in a bratty voice.
Her uncle heaved a sigh and didn't reply. The bed creaked behind her; he sat on its edge. The sound of the nightstand's drawer being opened and closed followed. She turned her face back at him and saw him tearing a square wrapper. Her heart jumped, and the heat inside her grew.
She was about to be made a woman. With or without a condom, she was going to feel him inside her.
When he was done fitting the rubber over his hard length, he climbed back into bed, spooning her. Feeling his skin against hers, his meat pulsated behind in the valley between her thighs. She wanted him so much.
"Uncle… I'm sorry about before… I didn't mean it," Anna said quietly with an apologetic tone. She moaned softly, pushing her rump against his crotch to make her point.
He nodded silently and kissed her hair. She knew he wasn't mad at her—he never.
She rolled to face him, to feel his manhood grazing on her pussy. Her hands met his neck, and she pulled herself up to meet his lips. They kissed in the darkness, tongues clashing and swirling, saliva mingling and lips smacking together.
"You should be on top," he said as their lips parted. "It'll be easier to control the pace, and how deep…"
She didn't object, shifting her body to climb onto his laps. He knew his stuff. He knew her. The thought of having him cum inside her—even if in the sheath of latex—excited her.
Trembling, she raised herself on her knees and got into position. She straddled his waist and took his cock in her palm. Its girth, its length. It was so big. Maybe too big? She wondered whether he would be able to fit it inside her tight, teenage pussy. She couldn't imagine it would go in without any discomfort. The heat of the moment had passed. Now, she was nervous. Excitement, fear, thrill, anxiety, arousal—a myriad of emotions and thoughts collided in her mind. She had dreamed about that moment for so long. Now, it was a reality: a few inches below her dripping pussy.
For a moment, her thoughts drifted to her friends—the gals from school. Had any of them lost their virginity already? Some talked about it. Mostly lies. Others kept it secret. How she wished she could have shared with someone how things were going with her uncle—her lover. With Jenny, she had talked a lot, but mostly relating her feverish nights with her uncle in the context of fiction rather than reality. Her bestie loved those fantasy tales, and Anna used it to hide the true nature of her relationship with him. How could she confess to anyone? It would be too risky.
Were every girl on their first time supposed to feel that angst Anna was feeling right now? The excitement, the anticipation, the anxiety about it? Would she be good enough to please him? Would he feel good in her? To make him come? What if she was terrible at it?
Most people would have sex without love like animals in heat, seeking nothing more than the lustful act for themselves, but Anna wasn't like them. She did it out of love and passion. Bestowing her virginity on someone who deserved it, that was a sacred act of trust and dedication. No one could make her feel what he made her feel. The idea that most girls would lose it to a teenage boy their age, one who knew even less than her about sex and how to give pleasure to another person, disgusted Anna. That wasn't how it should be. Her uncle was nothing like any of the boys she knew from school. She couldn't even see a fraction of him in the boys she went to class with. The boys were stupid, only thinking with their crotch and never with their head.
And the connection that she and her uncle's share was of a nature that transcend physical attraction and sexual desire. It was an affectionate love she felt for him; one that was built through trust and kinship. Years and years spent together had cemented their bond into a unique, almost symbiotic one. There was no way they couldn't have sex at some point in their life together.
The throbbing in her hand caught her attention again, and her thoughts focused on the thick appendage in her grasp. She propped herself up on her knees to give her leeway, then guided it between her lower lips, rubbing her slit and spreading her juice over his sheathed tip.
His hands on her thighs, stroking them, instilled confidence in her. "Take your time," he said, sensing her anxiety.
With a gulp, she lowered herself, feeling the crown push into her. It wasn't easy to get started. The rubbery shaft was stiff, straining under the weight of her body. She didn't like it. Fucking rubber! It felt cold, gross and… unnatural. This wasn't how things should be.
"Is there something wrong?" He asked when she stopped pushing down.
She shook her head but didn't reply, biting her lip and trying to focus on what she wanted the most.
"You're tensed." He said in a concerned voice. "Take a deep breath. I'm going nowhere."
Taking a deep breath? How could she relax while her mind was on fire? But she listened and obeyed, taking a deep breath, filling her lungs with air then releasing it out slowly through her lips. His knotted cockhead parted her lips, sinking further into the warmth of her vaginal cavity, spreading her petals apart. Her body shuddered, tingles of pleasure sparked in her brain. She hitched her fingers lower down his rod, spreading her legs more to ease her descend. The pressure grew the deeper she sank, but she persevered. Further. Her delicate teenage pussy swallowed his girth. It was hard to describe what she felt; the sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The small part of him lodged inside her sent ripples of sensations throughout her body, awakening all of her senses. Awakening her to a world of pleasure that had always been out of her reach. A world that she wished to explore for the rest of her life with him. The adult world of sex and lovers. The last frontier she had yet to conquer, and finally, she had managed to penetrate that barrier between her and him.
"You feel good, baby," he said in a strangled voice. He was feeling it too; it was written all over his face. His eyes rolled up in their orbit and his mouth agape with a sigh.
"I… I love you," Anna muttered with a half-opened mouth. It was the truth. She loved him more than anyone else in the world, and she loved feeling his cock sinking into her depths. She resumed sliding down on his cock, pushing it further in, inch by inch, until her weight brought her flush against him, her soft ass bumping against his balls and thighs. "You're in," she sighed. It felt so weird to say it out loud. The entirety of his adult manhood, fully, engorged, had fit in her underage pussy.
His cock throbbed, and she felt it. Every little twitch, every tiny spasm from his shaft sent her into a frenzy of arousal.
She had done it!
They stayed like that for a moment, looking into each other's eyes, feeling the intense connection binding their souls. Locking her knees to his sides, Anna put her hands on his pecs and began moving. Slowly.
"Love you, baby girl. You're doing fine. Really— Mmm… fine."
"Love you too," she replied. The words flew naturally from her lips, without her mind realizing them. She leaned in and kissed him. "You… Mmm… so big."
They should have done it earlier. How did he manage to wait that long? It was so good.
His hands trailed up to her waist, and his pelvis began bucking up slowly, in tune with her rhythm. He met her halfway. An unbidden squeal escaped Anna's lips; his cock had reached a deeper place inside her. One that nothing had ever touched before. It felt amazing! She arched her back and shuddered, the shock of pleasure forcing her upper body upright.
"So good. So tight." He pumped into her, reaching deeper again. Her pussy was squeezing him, clenching on his cock every time he pushed his hips up, and relaxing when he pulled back.
The soft thumps of his flesh against hers were music to hers ears. She liked it that way: him, in control. The initial throbbing had wilted into nothingness, leaving behind the unmistakable sensation of bliss and fullness. Each thrust had an effect, a moan, or a yelp following suit from her. Deeper, louder. Her whole body rocked back and forth, making her small breasts jiggling up and down.
Her teenage brain was being rewritten. New routes for her neurons to travel to, new connections with new destinations. With each move of their hips, memories from past nights spent together rewrote themselves with a different meaning. The touches they shared in the darkness weren't just incestuous hugs; they were foreplay toward this final act. Their kisses weren't just pecks on the cheeks; they were a prelude to something more carnal and intimate. Everything about them was evolving, morphing into something more real and honest. Their cuddles were mating rituals. They had always been meant to be more than uncle and niece. The bond that united them was more than blood, more than kinship. They were soulmates, and their bodies wanted to become one.
"It feels so good. So fucking good," Anna said, echoing his thoughts. His cock hit that one spot that drove her insane with lust again.
His breathing became batted, his puffs louder. The tempo of his thrusts increased. He felt bigger.
Could it be?
The world around them faded into a choppy fog of incongruous shapes and sounds. All that mattered were their connected bodies. His grip tightened on her hips, pulling her down with every surge of his groin with more force than before, making her yelp each time her ass smacked against his laps. The act was nothing like what they had indulged until now. Less passionate, more primal. She wasn't a little girl anymore.
The wet noise of their coupling echoed through the room; she was drenched in sweat. So was he. His face grimaced with exertion, and so did hers.
"Uncle… John…" she gasped. "I love you so much." It felt like their minds were connected now; she knew exactly what he was thinking. That was how deep their bond went.
His hips rose higher with each push, slamming into her. While he drove deeper inside her, reaching places she never knew existed. Her eyes rolled up into her orbit as if to witness the pleasure exploding inside her core. "Uncle!" Anna gasped, feeling a flash of bright light bursting behind her closed eyelids. Her body was on fire, every sense heightened beyond what she could bear. Her nipples itched, begging for his touch. She needed him to hold her, to squeeze her against his chest, and keep her safe in his strong arms while the tempest ebbed away. So she leaned into his chest, smooching her breasts against his toned torso. His fingers sank in the flesh of her round buttocks, gripping them harder than he ever did. "Coming!" She whimpered with a squeaky voice, choking on her own saliva. She bit whatever was before her—his shoulder? The waves of her climax ripped through her being, sending her on a trip to ecstasy. Every part of her was a bundle of nerves set ablaze with bliss. From the tip of her toes to the back of her neck, she had become an explosion of euphoria, and it wouldn't stop.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed in her ear when her pussy began pulsating around him. That sound, the strain in his voice, the way he groaned from the pit of his lungs, sent a fresh jolt of pleasure through her. "Coming!" he repeated with a husky tone. His fingers clawed at her rump, and his body stiffened against hers. In the middle of her frenzy, he shoved her downward with a thunk, and with a final thrust, she felt his cock buried in her depths throb violently. It swelled inside her pussy. A drawn-out low grunt came out of him while his body stiffened beneath her. "Mmm…" He groaned loudly, cambering his buttocks up from the mattress and pressing her pelvis down his hips. "So… good." His voice faded into a low rumble of satisfaction.
With each throb, the sheath around his girth expanded, letting her know that her lover was filling it with his virile semen. She yearned to feel it spill in her pussy instead. Instinctively, she clenched on him, pushing herself down to keep him stuck in place.
The essence of her lover which should have been hers had been captured and stored inside an artificial skin. Something was wrong about it. She felt it in every cell of her being.
Then he slumped back onto the bed, taking her with him. His chest heaved under her weight while his hands roamed over her back. Sweat glued them together.
They basked in the aftermath of their pleasure. Taking time to process what had happened. It was real. Not a dream; not a fantasy; a reality. They did it. She was a woman now. His woman. And this thought brought joy to her heart in its purest form.
She laid on him, kissing the skin of his neck, whiffing his musk, listening to his heart throbbing under the warm flesh of his chest. With her eyes closed, she relished on his touch and the silence of the night while he stroked her hair and hummed contently. When she found the courage, she asked. "Did you like it?" The question escaped her lips in a whisper, still hitching her breath from the orgasm that had just washed over her.
"I love you," he replied after a few seconds. "I did," he replied with a chuckle, brushing her bangs out of her face. "How could I not like it?"
He was right. How could he not? The connection between them was unbreakable; they were soulmates, meant to be together. That's how they made it work.
"And shouldn't I be the one asking you that?" He asked with a smirk, pinching her cheek in jest.
Anna blushed, feeling silly for asking that question. She giggled, hiding her face in the curve of his neck like she did years ago when she was just a little girl. "I loved it! And I love you." She placed a kiss on his chin and snuggled closer. She liked it too. A lot.
Her cheek, resting on his shoulder, rocked up and down slowly following his breathing pattern. He was still inside her. That big manhood of his that had brought her to a new height, and that now felt like a part of her, made her feel so warm and complete.
He stroked her back, slathering the beads of sweat trailing down her spine with his fingertips. His hand caressed her butt cheek tenderly, making her skin tickle where he touched it.
Resting on her elbows over his chest, their eyes locked, and she could see it. That sparkle of love dancing in the irises of his eyes. They were in this together. She nodded and gave him a peck on the lips before laying back down over his body. There had been no pain at all, no discomfort either. She felt sore in places, but it was a pleasant ache; the aftermath of their lovemaking. She was delight. Happier than ever. They had truly become one. Her uncle's presence within her lingered in her core, like an extension of his soul. The fact that he was still half-hard inside her heightened her bliss. That meant she could have another round. But she had something to do beforehand.
She pushed herself off of him and sat on her heels between his thighs. "I want it," she said bluntly, pinching the tip of the condom where his cum had been trapped. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. Her face became red-hot from shame, but she didn't look away from the task at hand. "Can I…?"
He gave her a questioning look. She couldn't see it in the dark, but she could sense it from the way he tilted his head.
She leaned in and pulled the sheath off his rod. While holding the used condom from its base, her fingers tapped at the tip where the load was stored, inspecting its contents. It was full. She wanted it inside her. Not stored in that thing. She brought the opened side to her lips, and let its content slide into her throat. The thick fluid was warm and musky—with an aftertaste of plastic.
"Anna!" he exclaimed, "You shouldn't—"
His voice trailed off when she licked her lips and swallowed. A few drops had spilled on her chin, so she dabbed them with the tip of her index finger and lapped it away from her skin.
"So much. My god," she giggled. "I've always wanted to do that."
"You're a little devil," he chuckled back.
His cock twitched before her; it sparked a tingle of pleasure in her pussy. She ditched the empty condom aside and grabbed him by the girth. "You're still hard."
He nodded. "It happens," he replied. "It's hard not to be with such a beautiful girl."
"Can we do it again then," Anna said, crawling back up onto his laps. The tip of his shaft brushed over her labia and slithered upward, making contact with her clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through her core. She looked up, staring at the man she loved more than anything, waiting for a sign to go on.
He looked puzzled, gawking by her display of sexual hunger, and yet, he nodded once with a sly smile. His hands cupped her budding breasts. "You're such a hot girl." His strokes were tender. So gentle, so loving. His fingertips squeezed the soft flesh of her mounds and thumbed her nipples, teasing them out of their hoods.
Anna took hold of his rod below the crown and ground herself against his length. The slick of their combined juices eased her movements and allowed her to glide easily over his veins and ridges. "More…" she mumbled, lowering her hips. "Can we do it again?"
"More?" He looked at the drawer.
She nodded eagerly and reached out for the condoms on the nightstand. Her hand fumbled blindly in the dark, missing its target, so she peered over. There. The contact with the plastic square brought goosebumps on her skin. It felt surreal; like the moment a skater steps on the ice for a competition. She ripped the wrapping with shaky fingers and extracted the sheath within. "Uncle, I… It will feel better without the thing. Can we…?"
He chuckled—it unnerved her. "I don't think it's a good idea to get yourself pregnant with your uncle's baby at fifteen. Don't you think?"
Anna opened her mouth to counter that statement, but she didn't know where to start. He was right. Yet, she felt right too. She shook her head and rubbed her crotch on his bare cock, feeling it furrow in her juicy cleft.
With one deftly motion he took the sheath from her hand, and slipped it over his tip, then rolled it down his shaft. Anna bit her lip with frustration, then leaned into him and kissed his lips, pushing her tongue past his teeth. "Ready?" He said.
She nodded back. She was. She'd always been.
With her in his arms, he pushed her onto her back, and took the upper hand. His body hovered over hers, pressing down on her petite frame with the weight of his adult frame. Between her parted legs, his hips pushed forward until the tip of his cock brushed against her entrance. She spread her legs and offered herself to him, relinquishing control. Her heart pounded in her chest, sending blood rushing in her ears, and her pussy dripped in anticipation of another round. Her body was his; his was hers.
When he entered her again, her tunnel accepted his cock like a puzzle piece finding its counterpart. No pain. Nothing. Not even a sting. Just raw, untampered pleasure. Her canal wrapped around his girth and engulfed him to the hilt. Their pubic bones ground against one another, stimulating her clit, making her clamp her limbs around his lower back.
Having him above her made Anna shiver. He was so imposing, so powerful. He could hurt her if he wanted, but that would never happen. As long as she held him, he would never leave. Her calves clasped to his lower back, forcing him deeper into her vagina. "Make love to me, uncle. Make love to me all night long."
He kissed her forehead and set a gentle pace, pumping her cunny with long, deep strokes. He never ceased kissing her all over her face while he made love to her. Her cheeks, her nose, her eyelids. Anna loved it. It felt so reassuring to have his presence envelop her so completely. In the heat under the blanket, their bodies melted into one; their hearts beat in sync; their breath mingled into a single exhalation.
This time. He came first, though never stopping his movements. In a violent bout of passion, he buried himself to the hilt, grinding hard on her clit, and filling the condom inside her.
She never knew sex could feel so incredible. Her own salvation came shortly after. As she felt the first throbs of his ejaculation, Anna's world went white, and she rolled her eyes. Vaginal orgasm from intercourse was definitively her thing. It was so much better than using her fingers. His dick made her see stars in the skies, whereas her digits couldn't reach that deep no matter how hard she tried. The sensation of his warm seed filling the rubber barrier between them was a nice plus.
The night wasn't over yet. Afterward, they continued cuddling in the darkness. A third, then a fourth condom ended up filled with his semen, and she swigged them like the prior. Each time, her uncle's gaze went darker, hungrier, more carnal. His load kept dwindling in quantity, but the intensity of his spurts didn't wane one bit. Anna was proud of being able to drain his balls that much.
By the end of the night, their lovemaking turned rawer, messier. They sweated buckets, drenching the sheets and the pillows with the stink of their exertion. They fucked. They kissed, bit and moaned. She rode him with passion and abandon, impaling herself on his meaty shaft over and over until it was coated with her teenage juice. She came on his cock, squirting all over his lap and the mattress with force enough to leave stains on the fabric. In between each round, he made her suckle on his tip to maintain his erection until it was time to go again. She licked her fluids clean from his shaft and swallowed every drop of cum that escaped the condom, sucking it in like a vacuum while her uncle groaned with delight.
By the time dawn came, her hole was loose and gaping. As she lay under him, limp and panting, Anna could hear his labored breathing above. Time and consciousness escaped her while her uncle kept pushing forward, thrusting into her wretched vagina, bringing them both closer to heaven.
When he removed the last condom from his deflating rod and offered it to her, she took it in her palm and stared at it with dull eyes. Was there any left? She shook her head, and he tossed it away into the open nightstand drawer with the others.
Her arms found their way around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. It was a tired kiss—an exhausted one—but still full of love.
Looking over his shoulder, Anna caught the first rays of light breaking through the window. In an instant, the room basked in daylight. From the outside, winter birds sang their morning tunes. How much had she missed since she had last been aware of the world around them? Had anyone noticed how loud they were?
She wasn't ready to welcome a new day, yet the clock ticked relentlessly somewhere in the room. Lost in that bliss, they remained linked together, entangled in the covers of his bed.
Drained and exhausted, Anna fell asleep, hoping she wouldn't wake up alone.