The way he touched me… looked at me.
I knew deep down that something had shifted between us. Something I couldn’t ignore.
I wasn’t ashamed to admit I touched myself nightly anymore, playing with my clit and pussy, feeling how slick I got for my uncle. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way toward him. My father was his brother. We were related. But I couldn’t help how my body reacted to Uncle Brooks.
I fingered myself every single night to images of him touching me. I thought about him licking and touching my pussy, replacing my fingers with his mouth and tongue. God, I’d never orgasmed so hard in my life.
5
DOLLY
The next morning, I woke up before my alarm went off. I stood at my window and watched the sun just peeking over the horizon. I’d dreamt about my uncle sneaking into my room and fucking me until I was too sore to walk.
I dressed quickly, my hands trembling as I pulled on my boots. Everything felt so quiet and still in the early morning hours. I’d never been a breakfast person, but Uncle Brooks insisted on having something before a long morning of chores.
I ate two slices of toast, a few strawberries, and downed some orange juice before heading outside. The barn was quiet when I entered.
Uncle Brooks was already there standing by Flower’s stall. He turned when he heard me approach, his gaze always so dark and intense.
Dare I say… so possessive.
He watched me for a moment, his gaze flicking down to my lips, then lower to my big breasts, before he turned back to Flower. Neither of us said anything as I moved to stand beside him, my heart pounding, the side of my arm barely brushing against his. My skin tingled where we touched.
Uncle was so close, and when he shifted, moving back slightly so he was now behind me, something in the air changed. His chest pressed against my back, his breath stirring the hair at my temple. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the strength in his arms as he brought them around and gripped the stall door, caging me in.
And then, without thinking, I leaned back into him, my body pressed against his. For a moment, the barn was completely silent except for the sound of our breathing.
“Uncle Brooks,” I whispered, my voice trembling, excitement and this tentative feeling coursing through me because something was definitely happening here, especially when he pressed harder against me and I felt how… hard he was.
For me.
God… was this really happening?
He said nothing, just held himself behind me as I felt his throbbing, hard and big cock digging into my back.
And then, slowly, he turned me around to face him. His eyes were dark and filled with something I couldn’t quite name. He lifted his hand and reached up, brushing a strand of hair from my face, his touch so soft.
Maybe there was a look in my eyes, this acceptance, this need, because something on his face shifted.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice rough.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Yes.”
Ever so quickly, he slid his hand around my waist, pulling me closer. When his lips pressed to mine, they were soft but warm and insistent. This felt right. Perfect.
I melted into him, my hands clutching at his shirt as he deepened the kiss and plunged his tongue into my mouth, fucking me there like I wanted him to do between my legs.
It was everything I’d been imagining. Everything I’d been craving.
And I wanted more.
6
DOLLY
Months later
“Open wider, Dolly,” Uncle Brooks growled, his voice low and rough as he gripped the back of my head.
