Chapter 3 Sizzling Taboo

I had never really seen a penis physically before, aside from spying on my friend older brother in the shower years ago or the few glimpses of porn I'd seen. It is a whole new and different feeling, seeing it for real and knowing who it belongs to.

But I knew enough to know that the thick, gorgeous looking cock jutting out from stepucle's muscled abdomen was decidedly enormous. His cock is the most beautiful thing I have seen all my life. His pubic hair surrounded it like a well trimmed garden.

The naughty part of me wants to go on my knees, my hair tied to the back, my small mouth wide open as I swallow him whole, taking him deep into my throat as I lick and suck every inch of his thick cock. I want to run my tongue all round the tip of his cock, tasting his saltiness. To swallow every drop of his cum.

I could see his erection dying down, yet it still looked big. I doubt if it could fit my tight channel. The thought made my mouth water and my pussy throb. I watched him put on his boxer and walked towards the other side of the room.

After that, I slumped back into my bed to grin and blush to myself about what I'd just seen.

Their love making was so hot, in fact, that I actually fingered my still buzzing slit into another mini-orgasm right there in my bed as the grunts and sound of the couple replayed over and over again in my head.

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Two weeks later, we had another get-together. I won't lie, I had made myself look good that night, and I did it entirely for him.

The image of them fucking that night hadn't left my mind. The way he moved, the strength in his body, the sheer masculine power, it made my pussy throb and pulse with want.

Dinner was supposed to be casual, but I still chose a short, sexy, yet not overtly slutty skirt, and a wide-necked shirt that hung off my shoulders, flattering my slender form.

I hadn't even bothered wearing panties. Just imagining sitting across from him, his eyes on me, completely unaware of how bare and wet I was underneath, sent a thrill through me.

My heart hammered as he and his wife walked into the room, and there he was, gorgeous as ever. A crisp white T-shirt stretched over his broad, tanned chest, casual jeans, hair slightly tousled.

"Hey Adam, Marie; and-" He froze mid-sentence, eyes locking on me. I saw him stumble over his words, wide-eyed for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Amelia! Wow, hey!" he finally stammered, eyes quickly scanning my body before he seemed to catch himself. My cheeks flushed under his gaze as it ran over me.

I noticed a flicker of surprise, but he quickly regained control. That brief moment, however, sent my heart racing. I tried to remain composed, especially in front of my parents and his wife.

"Sit down, guys, food's just about done!" My mother said warmly, guiding them to the diningroom. As he stepped past me, I felt a thrill rush through me at the lingering heat of his gaze.

As we mingled, filling each other in on the usual small talk, I began to notice something that made my heart flutter. My Uncle couldn't seem to keep his eyes off me. At first, I thought I was imagining it.

But the more I noticed his lingering glances, the more his subtle smiles as I spoke, the more I realized he was watching me-truly watching me. I glowed inside. I had his attention. His eyes were fixed on me, letting me know I was being seen, being wanted.

He couldn't care less if someone noticed him staring. His dark eyes burned into me, daming the consequences of anyone realizing he's staring at his stepbrother young daughter and I felt my nipples harden with excitement.

After dinner, my dad and Uncle walked over to the bar cart in the corner. My mom and Ellie had their own private conversation, leaving me to clear the dishes. The tension was nerve-wracking, pretending not to notice my Uncle's glances-the way his Adam's apple bobbed, the subtle lick of his lips.

The thought of letting him know I had nothing underneath my skirt sent another thrill through me. I tried to control my racing thoughts as I moved into the kitchen, giving him one last glance. His eyes darkened, filled with something I couldn't name, and my legs went weak.

A plate slipped from my hands, shattering on the floor. I bent down to pick up the pieces, water running in the sink beside me, dishwasher humming. Then I heard him behind me: a sharp, low "Oh!"

I whipped my head around. Our eyes met, and in that instant, both of us froze. Shock crossed his face, then transformed into something darker and feral.

I had bent over at the waist, as I gently pick up the broken pieces of plates and had not noticed he was walking into the kitchen, and as I whirled around at my stepuncle exclamation, it'd only taken me half a minute to realize what he was staring at with his face bright red and his eyes dark and so hungry looking.

The skirt I'd worn that night was hardly inappropriate; if I was standing up, or even sitting down with my legs crossed, or beneath a dining room table.

But bent over at the waist, however, was another matter altogether, and between the piercing focus of his eyes and the sudden feeling of air tickling up the bare backs of my thighs and my butt, I suddenly grasped exactly what was happening.

My small skirt was pulled right up over my ass, and just as he'd walked into the kitchen, My fucking stepuncle had gotten an absolute eyeful of my tight young ass. He had seen my bare pussy.