Lustful Desires For My Uncle

Aria's POV

I drove into the car park by the tall building. A deep sigh escaped my lips, a sign of satisfaction. I felt relieved leaving the house for my sex-maniac uncle, Lance.

I alighted from my car and made my way to the elevator. I couldn't wait to see Jeremy, my boyfriend. I wanted my arrival to be a surprise, so I didn't tell him of my coming.

Jeremy had graduated from college ahead of me and was working in a publishing company here in Florida. Despite that I was in college in New York, our distant relationship had been going on a smooth ride.

As I entered the vicinity, I wore a smile of endless happiness. The door was open when I arrived, so I entered the sitting room.

The spacious room was decorated in a boy's way. A video game was playing on the television when I entered. There was a pleasant smell from the kitchen, I smiled and checked the kitchen, but Jeremy wasn't there.

I returned to the sitting room and decided to check the bedroom. On reaching the door, I held the doorknob, and a faint moan came from the room. I paused.

What was that? "Jeremy must be watching an adult movie in his bedroom. Ewww," I said to myself inwardly and I smiled.

As I tried to push the door open, the moans came again, this time louder. A hard throbbing sound followed, and I froze on my feet. "That wasn't a movie," a voice in my head said.

My chest tightened, and my heart began to race, filled with worst-case scenarios. Holding onto the doorknob, my hands trembled, and a chill ran down my spine.

"Aria, you have to see for yourself," a voice in my head said, and I swallowed hard.

I turned the doorknob, eager to find out what was transpiring in the room. I pushed the door open, and my eyes traveled directly to the bed.

The sight hit me like a punch to the stomach. Jeremy, the man I had hoped to marry someday, was completely naked and tangled in an intimate embrace with Rita, my best friend.

The room spun for a moment, my breath catching painfully in my chest.

Staring at the shocking scene unveiled before my eyes, I was devastated. My eyes widened in astonishment, and I couldn't take my eyes off.

"Oh God...!" my voice came out in a broken whisper. They jumped apart, and Jeremy began to search around for his pants. Their faces were a mix of guilt and shock, but neither said a word.

Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring the devastating scene before me.

My chest heaved as I tried to steady myself, the betrayal pierced too deep. "Aria, I can explain; it's not what it seems like," Jeremy said, never-ending the search for his pants.

I shook my head, his shocking betrayal eating deep into me. "What is this, Jeremy?" my voice choked out, cracking, as hot tears threatened to run down my cheeks.

"Aria," Rita stepped forward, her face pale and hands raised as if to explain, but I held up a trembling hand. "Don't," I spat with anger and heartbreak. "You don't get to say anything."

Jeremy came forward. He stammered, "Aria, I can explain."

"Explain?" I yelled, letting out a bitter laugh, as my tears began to fall freely. "What's there to explain? I trusted you. I trusted both of you!"

My voice hung heavy in the room. The pain in my heart left a total emptiness inside me.

I felt my knees weaken but I forced myself to stand tall, refusing to crumble before them. I took a shaky step back, staring at them, my gaze hollow and piercing.

"You've destroyed everything, Jeremy. How could you do this to me, after everything I've done for you? Of all the girls in the world, you chose my best friend?" my voice came out loud, laced with raw anguish.

Jeremy was quiet now. He couldn't even look me in the eyes.

"How long has this been going on?" I asked, but neither had the guts to speak up. Their silence created a palpable tension in the room.

I stepped back, shaking my head imperceptibly, a gesture conveying my resignation and disappointment.

Without another word, I turned and walked out, throwing one foot in front of the other. I could feel tremors in my legs, threatening to bring me down to the ground. I couldn't control my tears.

"Aria please wait," Jeremy intercepted me, wearing his shorts and singlet. Looking into his eyes, I had never felt such anger and disgust towards Jeremy.

He looked like a stranger to me. Not the same Jeremy that had promised to love me for the rest of his life. Not the same Jeremy I had dated for the last 3 years in college.

He knelt before me and held my hands, looking up at me. The sight of him made my anger peak.

"I'm sorry, Aria. This was a mistake; we didn't mean for this to happen," he lied, and I scoffed.

I dragged my hands free from his grip and punched him in the face, sending him straight to the ground. I rushed down to him on the ground and sat on top of him before he could regain himself.

Punch!

Punch!

Punch!

"You hopeless freak! I trusted you with everything I have!" I screamed as hot tears ran down my cheeks.

Punch! "This is for the pain you've caused me."

Punch! "This is for fucking my friend."

Punch!

Punch!

Punch!

Rita's cry for help was ringing in my ears, but I wasn't in control anymore. It was like something else had taken control of me.

"Aria please, you're killing him," I heard her cry, but I didn't care.

All I could think about was to beat him to death. When I looked up, I realized that his face was covered in blood. He wasn't moving anymore, he must've passed out.

I looked at my clenched fists, and my lips quivered. My hands began to tremble. Seeing blood on my fists, fear gripped me. What have I done?

I stood up from him, staring down at his lifeless structure on the ground. Rita ran back to the bed, picked up her phone, and dialed 911, and I ran out of the house.

I entered my car and slammed the door behind me. I locked the doors and broke down in tears, whimpering as hot tears fell from my eyes.

How could Rita have done this to me? After everything I did for her. She lost her parents in an accident and was supposed to drop out of school. I took responsibility for her education, and with my father's money, I ensured that she graduated with us.

Jeremy on the other hand, who was our senior, was not left out. He was from a foster home and never knew his biological parents. I supported him financially till he graduated ahead of us and got a job here in Florida. After everything I did, how could they do this to me?

Tears fell freely as I pictured the moment in my head. Staring at the blood on my hands, I felt chills on my stomach. I began to regret my actions, but it was too late.

Immediately, an ambulance drove in, and on seeing the ambulance, I kickstarted my car engine and sped out of the garage, absent-minded of what I was driving.

I needed someone to talk to, so I called Liam, my bestie. Liam was the only person in the world who understood me. He and I had been friends since high school, way before I knew Rita or Jeremy.

Unfortunately, after two trials I couldn't reach him. I cried loudly, like a helpless child as the deep emotional pain smothered me from within. I felt my world crumbling, and I didn't know how to pick its particles.

On reaching Uncle Lance's mansion, I stopped by the house and wiped my face. I couldn't walk in looking haggard. The last person I wanted to gain attention from was Lance.

It was ironic; at first, I left the house to find peace, but now it seemed like this same house was my only hope of finding peace of mind. I plodded towards the entrance quietly after wiping myself clean of blood.

I pushed the door open. As I threw my first step into the house, I heard a moan that sounded like a growl from a deep masculine voice.

I turned around facing the direction, and I saw Uncle Lance on the couch with Serena sitting on his cock. I paused, and my jaw dropped, expressing my shock. Suddenly, Serena looked up and saw me standing.

"Oh my God!" She screamed and panicked. Uncle Lance quickly stood up, facing my direction with his unclad body. I gasped softly, as my gaze traveled around his heavily built muscles and attractive abs.

I drooled in silence, with my mouth wide open as my eyes fell on his massive erect horse cock. I felt a vibration in my stomach redirecting my thoughts.

I couldn't take my eyes away from his hardened cock. The room went silent in an instant, and I felt like the only thing present was myself and the cum dripping cock staring at me.

"Aria, I'm so sorry that you had to see that," Serena's apology snapped me out, and I directed my gaze to her with my eyes wide open.

"Umm... it's fine. I'll be in my room," I said and rushed towards my room without looking back.

As I entered the room, I shut the door behind me and rested my back on the door. My eyes closed as I pictured what just happened in the sitting room.

Uncle Lance's heavy structure crept into my memory, and I let out a low gasp. My goodness, I had never seen a cock as satisfying as Uncle Lance's.

How does he manage it inside his pants? I began to wonder. I felt wet down between my legs.

I started touching myself slowly with the thoughts of him in my mind.

"What is wrong with me?" I thought, almost saying the words out loud. "Lance is my Uncle for goodness sake. Aria what are you doing?" I questioned myself inwardly, and I sighed.

I used to despise Uncle Lance, but now here I am, getting wet with an invincible picture of him. No! This can't be happening.

Aria

"Wake up, sunshine, we've got a big day ahead of us. You can't be sleeping by past 7 am, darling," Uncle Lance's deep masculine voice rang in my ears, and I opened my eyes.

I looked around and saw Uncle Lance. I was too tired. My whole body was banging in pain like I had been running a marathon in my sleep. I grunted and rolled over, yawning in distress.

The morning sunlight flew directly into my eyes as Uncle Lance opened my curtains. I turned around and raised the duvet over my face. Suddenly, he grabbed it and pulled it off me.

"What the fuck!" I half-yelled and rose from the bed.

"Language, young lady," Uncle Lance spoke carelessly and folded my duvet. He was wearing a white singlet, and a tight short that revealed the massive shape of his cock.

I heard a growling in my stomach, I couldn't take my eyes away from his cock. When I finally trailed my gaze to his upper body, his gaze met mine. He looked at me with a furrowed brow and chuckled.

"What did you dream about last night, darling," he asked, and I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I didn't. Why?" I asked.

What the hell is he talking about? I never said I had a dream last night.

He smiled mischievously, staring at me. His smile was so perfect. His perfectly arranged white teeth made me swallow down saliva.

His sudden silence made my heart fluster, and my pussy spasm.

"Get to the dining room ASAP, or your food will get cold," he said and plodded towards the door. I scoffed. "I'd rather have you for breakfast instead," I said, and I didn't realize that I said the words out loud until he stopped.

"Huh? You said something?" He asked, and I froze. I shook my head, gulping down the contents of my mouth. He stared at me awkwardly before walking out.

"Don't keep me waiting, Aria," his voice called out, more like a yell, and I sighed deeply.

I yawned tiredly and tried to sit up from the bed. Suddenly, I felt a cold liquid touch my arms. I paused and looked down, and I realized that my nightwear was wet on the trousers in between my legs.

I looked up, and the realization hit me. "Oh my God!" I spoke out loud, as my lips pressed into a thin line. How did I wet my pants? What did I dream of? Did I see Uncle Lance in my dream? Because I was smelling like pussy juice.

"Oh shit! He knows," the words slipped out of my mouth as I realized that Uncle Lance had seen my wet trousers. He must've suspected something.

Does he know about my growing lust for him? I couldn't wrap my head around it, and for a moment, I felt so ashamed. I quickly changed into a new nightwear that looked the same.

When I got downstairs, the dining was served with breakfast, but Uncle Lance and Serena were not present. I tiptoed to the dining area to take a peek at what was served.

"Sausage egg and bread, damn!" I smiled. I loved the combo. I dipped my finger into the sausage and put the finger back into my mouth.

I moaned with my eyes closed. Serena was a good cook. I could learn a lot from her. I was raving and hungry, and I couldn't wait for Uncle Lance. I decided to go call them from the room.

On reaching the door, I heard a clapping sound of two surfaces. The door wasn't properly locked. I took a peep and saw Serena bent over at the bed, and Uncle Lance landing long strokes from behind.

Her moans were like a cry for help. With each deep thrust, I could see her shaking and trying to readjust, but Lance wasn't backing down. She screamed out loud, and Uncle Lance rolled her over in a missionary position.

He started landing deep strokes, and I watched her bury her long nails into his thick skin. "Please stop, I can't take it anymore," I heard her cries.

I turned around and rested my back on the wall behind me. The sound of his thrusts never stopped. Despite her cry and pleas, he was determined to fuck her brains out. I closed my eyes trying to control my urge, but damn, I was aroused.

I dipped 3 fingers into my pussy; my eyes closed as I pictured Uncle Lance choking me with his hands and his dominant eyes piercing into mine while he landed me such strokes. I started finger fucking myself.

I was about to cum, but I couldn't scream. I tried as much as I could to keep silent and not get their attention, but I doubt they'll even notice, not when they're so into each other.

Suddenly, my legs began to tremble and my eyes shot wide open. I opened my mouth wide, trying to stop my cum, but I was too late. I came so strong like I had never cum before.

My legs were shaking and my breath was fast. I was panting heavily as I tried to catch my breath.

Oh my goodness! This was my best sex ever. Impossible, I thought. Masturbating with Uncle Lance, in my mind, was a far better sexual experience than actual sex with Jeremy.

What a shame!

After I regained myself, I stood up from the ground, and Uncle Lance was still pounding Serena non-stop. She had gone silent, I couldn't tell if she passed out, or probably she was too tired of screaming and had surrendered to him.

I tiptoed back to my room, came back with a floor washer, and cleaned up my mess on the floor before Lance and Serena came out.

Sitting in the dining room for a few minutes, it seemed like forever.

Finally, the door opened, and Uncle Lance walked out of the room all alone. He was sweating profusely. His sweat had soaked his singlet and made it expose his abs.

I gulped down an empty throat and turned back to the food served before me.

"Aria, why are you not eating? You didn't have to wait for me you know," he said on getting to the dining, and I smiled.

I looked back to the door, but Serena wasn't following behind. I was curious, so I asked. "Where is Aunt Serena, she's not joining us?"

My question took him by surprise, and he raised his brow. "Oh! Don't worry about her. She'll eat when she can walk on her own," he said, and I chuckled.

He must think I wouldn't understand what he meant. For a second, I wished I could walk in and see the mess he had done to Serena.

At that moment, all I could think of was falling into Serena's shoes. I wanted him. I wanted all of him. I wanted him to fuck me hard and leave me in a huge mess.

Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head. "What are you thinking, Aria? He is your Uncle."

"No, he is not your Uncle, Aria. He is not even related to you, remember? You can do whatever you want with him, don't let your morals hold you back from getting the pleasure you deserve," another voice said.

Uncle Lance was my father's childhood friend. He served in the military till an unfortunate fatal airplane crash took out his whole family. After the accident, Lance retired from the military and was lost. My father had to rescue his best friend and give him what he had lost; a family.

Even though they identified as brothers, my father and Uncle Lance were never related by blood.

I stole a glance at Uncle Lance, and he was munching his bread carelessly. The way he ate, he had a large appetite.

Suddenly, my dislike for him had turned to likeness. I drooled in silence. Uncle Lance was no longer the Uncle whose presence upsets me. He had become my mission and my obsession.

Aria's POV

I was the only child of the billionaire couple, Stark and Amberly Rollins. I had all the money I needed, and all the expensive cars my peers in college dreamed about were my reality.

However, my parents were always absent, especially when it mattered most. I guess that's the price I had to pay for such luxury. On the day of my graduation from college, I hoped to see my parents, since it was my last day in school.

Unfortunately, Uncle Lance showed up and broke the news to me that they weren't coming. After graduation, my parents informed me of their long stay in Shanghai to conclude a business transaction.

I was instructed to stay with Uncle Lance in Florida. I couldn't refuse the instruction as it came from my Dad.

3 days after I arrived in Florida, I walked in on Uncle Lance kissing Serena in the kitchen.

That was the night I left and decided to spend some days with Jeremy. Little did I know, that my beloved boyfriend was fucking my friend behind my back, and I was walking into the biggest shock of my life.

***

My phone rang, and I glanced at the screen while sitting in the Jacuzzi as the warm water descended on me. It was Liam on the call. I smiled and picked up the call.

"What the hell is going on? I've been trying to reach you since last night. Are you ok?" I asked, and a deep sigh from his end drew my curiosity. I quickly sat upright in the Jacuzzi.

"Liam? Is everything alright?" I asked.

"Hey, monkey, it's fine, I'm fine. How're you holding up? I heard your voice message. I'm so sorry that I wasn't here for you yesterday. How are you holding up?" He asked, and I sighed into the phone.

"I'm fine. Forget Jeremy, it's his loss. I just can't believe that they've been together for so long and I didn't find out sooner. Gosh! I was dumb." I spat.

Liam mumbled into the phone. "Watch your mouth, young lady. I don't make dumb friends. You should speak of my friend with respect," he teased, and I laughed."

"Enough talk about me," I chipped in. "Let's talk about you. What exactly is going on? Don't tell me 'nothing,' because I know you. I can tell when something is troubling you," I said to him.

He let out a low laugh and exhaled deeply.

"It's my mom and Dad. I just found out that they're separating. To make matters worse, they already signed their divorce behind my back." He spoke, with deep pain evident in his voice.

I was dismayed. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed.

My breath caught deep in my chest, as I furrowed my confused brows.

"I don't understand. You said they had a little fight months back and they've been at peace ever since. How did they get here?" I asked with deep concern.

"That's what I thought. I guess we were deceived." He responded in a sloppy tone. I wished words could convey my sympathy to him.

"I'm so sorry," I said in a dull voice, and he chuckled silently. "It's not your fault, bestie."

"So what do you intend to do about it? Is there no solution? Can you talk them through it and make them see reasons to stick together?" I asked, and he chuckled.

"I already tried. It's a lost cause. My mom has taken the house in NYC. My Dad is relocating to Colorado. I would've gone with him but I'm sure he wouldn't want to see me," he said.

I was confused. I stood up and walked to my room with my phone clenched tightly against my ear. "I don't understand, why wouldn't he want to see you? He is your father," I said to him, and he laughed at my words.

"That's the point. He is not. That's the whole reason for the divorce, Aria. He is not my father. My Mom lied about my birth. Everything about me was a lie. Who knows how many lies are yet to be revealed." He rambled.

There was so much pain in his voice. I paused, and an awkward silence fell on the phone.

"Hold on. Are you saying your Dad isn't your biological father?" I inquired curiously.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you, Aria. The man you've known as my father isn't my father. A DNA test just confirmed it."

I gasped, staring at the plain white wall before me like I was searching for answers that weren't there.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry," I mustered a heartfelt apology like it was my crime. "What are you gonna do now? You should stay with your Mom in NYC."

He mumbled and sighed into the phone.

"Actually, I'm coming to Florida for a holiday next to you. I can't stay here anymore. Even if I remain in NYC, I think it's about time I kiss goodbye to my Mom. I can't stand the sight of her anymore."

At this point, I didn't know what to say to him. He was in pain, and I wasn't very good at comforting people I care about.

While thinking of what to say to him, his pleasant voice interrupted my thoughts.

"So, about Jeremy. What do you intend to do? Nothing gives me more joy than the fact that you beat his ass." He said, and I laughed dryly.

"I just hope that when he comes begging for forgiveness, you'll have the courage to refuse him this time," he snapped, changing the topic entirely.

"Huh?" I muttered.

"Jeremy and I are done. Whatever we had is history. I just hope he finds peace with Rita," I said, but a bubble in my stomach altered the sincerity of my statement.

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, and I paused.

I hesitated for a moment, fidgeting with my fingers. My face filled with a shred of doubt and uncertainty as I buried my gaze on the ground.

"Exactly," his voice came from the phone.

"You have to put him out of your life for good, Aria. You can't keep forgiving him and making excuses for him every time he messes up. I'm telling you, Jeremy doesn't love you. He is only interested in your father's wealth, believe me."

"Okay, enough!" I snapped.

I inhaled deeply and ran my hand across my hair worriedly. A part of me knew that Liam was right, but I couldn't bear the thought of losing Jeremy. Especially not to Rita.

"Aria," he called, and I spat furiously "don't!"

I exhaled to calm my nerves. I opened my eyes and sighed deeply into the phone.

"You know what, let's just forget about Jeremy. Besides, he may not come begging for an apology, not when he is too busy with his new love. So please, stop reminding me of an event I'm trying so hard to forget!" I snapped angrily.

He was silent for a moment, and after a few moments, his voice came back with an apology, "I'm sorry about that. I'm just looking out for you," he said.

"Thanks, but I can look out for myself. I'm not a baby, and it's time everybody stops treating me like one," I said, and he went mute.

"I'm sorry," he said apologetically.

The call became tense, filled with unspoken words we both harbor in our hearts. An awkward silence took charge, and neither of us bothered to say a thing.

I couldn't think of anything else to say. At the moment, I was mad at Liam and I couldn't tell why. Maybe because he was policing my love life? Or maybe because he was right about Jeremy. He had always been right.

When I looked back at the phone, I realized that the call had dropped. I sighed and a feeling of relief descended on me. I took in a deep breath and lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Suddenly, I felt bad for snapping at Liam. I picked up the phone with the thought of texting to apologize for my tone.

After typing a short apology, I had a change of heart and erased them all. I threw my phone back to the bed and closed my eyes.

Immediately, my phone rang. I quickly picked up the phone, hoping it was Liam, but as I glanced at the screen, it was Jeremy.

I swallowed hard, and a feeling of satisfaction and victory circulated in my stomach. A low smile etched across my lips, and a joyful ambiance filled the room.