Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
We headed outside and straight for the barn. Once inside, I took note it was hotter than the outside, the air thick with the scent of hay and animals. Dust swirled in the shafts of sunlight that streamed through the open doors.
I stood back and stayed silent as I watched him work. Seeing my uncle lift bales of hay like they weighed nothing was an aphrodisiac like I’d never imagined. The muscles in his arms and back flexed with every movement. Sweat slicked his skin making it glisten… making me unable to look away as my pussy creamed.
I grabbed a broom, pretending to sweep while my gaze followed him, unable to control myself. God, the way his jeans hugged his tree trunk sized muscular thighs and framed the biggest damn bulge I’d ever seen had my panties wet. For the millionth time.
I was so horny for my uncle that even the way the veins in his forearms stood out as he tied a rope had me clenching my thighs like a damn fiend.
It was erotic torture, and I never wanted it to end.
At one point, he turned, catching me staring. I swore I saw his eyes darken and his jaw tighten. For a moment, the air between us felt different.
Heavy. Charged.
Or maybe this was all a fantasy I wanted to make a reality?
“How’s my girl doing?” His voice was low, rough, the way it always was, but there was something else there now, something that made my stomach flip.
My breasts felt heavy, and my nipples ached. I was a busty girl, and right now, my tits felt even more swollen under my thin T-shirt.
I nodded, my mouth too dry to speak. I cleared my throat and finally said, “I’m fine. I’m good.”
He didn’t say anything, but I saw the way his hands flexed and his knuckles turned white around the rope he held. And when he exhaled slowly, I swore he was trying to rein something dark in.
I wanted to see him unravel like that rope.
Uncle Brooks taught me how to tie knots, how to care for the heifers, and what each one preferred feed wise, and I listened intently. It was easy to hang onto his every word.
Later, I brought him a bottle of water, holding it out with trembling fingers because I felt like I’d been edging all damn day just being in his presence.
He reached out, his hand closed over mine as he took it, his skin damp from sweat and rough from manual labor. For a long moment, neither of us moved. His big, calloused fingers curled around mine, keeping them hostage against the condensation-covered water bottle.
“Thank you,” he whispered, his eyes on mine, unblinking. He looked thirsty for something other than water.
He looked… possessive.
“You’re welcome, Uncle Brooks,” I whispered, my voice soft, hesitant, unsure if I’d even said the words aloud.
Neither of us let go, and I felt the world tilt, the edges of everything blurring as the air between us tightened and threatened to snap.
When he released my hand, I was surprised I didn’t crumble.
Brooks drank deeply, the water dripping down his chin, sliding down the column of his throat, and I watched him the entire time. God, my body ached for the taboo things I wanted to do with my uncle.
My breasts tingled, and I curled my fingers into my palm to stop myself from cupping my heavy mounds.
I turned away, pretending to be busy, but I could feel his eyes on me. It was a physical touch, one that seemed to brand me everywhere it roamed. And I loved it.
That night in bed, I couldn’t help myself. Kicking the sheets off my body, I slowly slid my panties down my legs, enjoying the feeling of the soft fabric brushing against my skin, imagining it was Uncle’s thick, calloused fingers touching me instead.
I splayed my legs wide, exposing my needy pussy. Skimming my fingers down my stomach to my aching slit, I ran them over my swollen, wet lips, massaging them, teasing myself until I couldn’t wait any longer. I sought out my engorged clit, and circled it over and over again, using my juices as lube.
I wished my uncle was her, his tongue swiping back and forth, up and down, and finally pulling my little bud into his mouth, sucking it like his life depended on it.
Spasms spread from my cunt outwards, jerking my arms and legs and bowing my back. Copious amounts of thin, slippery fluid coasted my fingers before sliding down my crack and over my asshole.
I laid on the wet sheets in total amazement. I just had the best orgasm of my life, and it was a daydream. About Brooks. My uncle.
I’m so fucking screwed.
4
DOLLY
Over the next few days, I settled into a routine.
I was up at dawn, fed the animals, and helped Uncle Brooks with the chores.