Chapter 193 My Step Uncle And I {1}

Chapter 193 My Step Uncle And I {1}
My step uncle bought me some sexy lingeries and he wanted me to wear them constantly.

While we ate dinner unbeknownst to Aunt May, his hand would graze my hand repeatedly while my breath hitched.

Aunt May had insisted that I come visit her sometime after she got married to my new step uncle, Wilton. Since I was her favorite niece, I decided to pay her a visit during the holiday. But seeing my step uncle Wilton, I knew he was dangerous. He wasn't like the usual man everyone thought him to be.

He had the most sensual lips I had ever seen, emerald eyes, specks of grey streaked in his hair and beard, and a well muscled body. I was the only one from my mother's side of the family who didn't attend Aunt May's wedding, and Aunt May wanted me to make it up to her.

I picked up the dishes, laughing over what aunt May had said to her husband. Then I entered the kitchen and Wilton followed after me.

"What are you doing this evening?" Wilton was behind me, his groin was firmly pressed against my behind as he dropped the dishes into the zinc.

My body grew tensed. How could he boldly press his body against mine? What if Aunt May caught him right in the act.

I flipped a glance at the dinning room but aunt May was receiving a call now, probably a call from my mother from she was she laughed out loud.

"Nothing much," I managed to pull out from his cage, throwing a smile at him.

He was quick to notice of course, and he returned again, this time holding my waist while his bulge pressed into my derriere.

I let out a soft gasp, "I have some books to pick up by the bookstore before it closes." I tried to conceal my surprise.

His eyes lit up, "don't you torture yourself reading those erotics?" He looked into my face.

He knew what I was reading? My eyes flicked towards him. "You think I don't know?" His tongue flickered to his lips.

"You went into my room?" I was stunned.

"The covers drew me in, and I couldn't help but glance through some pages. But I must say, the side effects of reading such books can be disastrous."

I tried to suppress a moan as he pressed into my buttocks again. "But if you need help, I could help out." He put in.

"You're my step uncle." I sidestepped him, forcing myself to back my derriere to the zinc. "I do not need such frivolities from you. Wouldn't that be considered cheating? You should dote on Aunt May, not me." I informed him.

"I love Aunt May, but I do not think I am cheating on her. I am merely trying to help you," he furrowed his brows at me.

"I do not need it." I returned to washing the dishes. "Thank you for your sweet concern."

His lips stretched into a smile. "Are you wearing the lingerie I got you?"

I took in a sharp breath. Why wouldn't he just give it up? What did he find fascinating about me?

"Wear the lingerie I got you tonight. I'll like to see you in them, preferably the red ones." He smiled warmly until I thought my heart would burst.

Maybe I was misinterpreting the things he was saying to me. Would he really come into my room at night? And why was my heart racing when he had his eyes fixed on me.



Aunt May had a ladies hangout with some of her friends leaving me alone. My step uncle also met with a distant friend of his, but I wasn't bothered about being left home alone.

I had the room to myself, dressed exactly how Uncle Wilton would have wanted me as I read another piece from my collection of erotic book. My legs were growing weak and I spread them wide while imagining my step uncle was touching me from behind.

I should had reprimanded myself right there but I was too overwhelmed by the flow of erotic thoughts. My hand reached downwards skirting past my abdomen.

Gush, I was wet, I thought to myself as I touched my folds. I could feel the sticky substance of my natural fluid. 'Don't you torture yourself reading those erotics?' I reminded Uncle Wilton's words.

If only he was here to see me. If only he could rub his bulge like he did while we were in the kitchen.

I don't mind the fact that he was nearing his early fifties and I was just in my middle twenties. Age didn't matter to me. And remember, the older, the merrier. Uncle Wilton would definitely know where to hit or touch to put me in the right mood.

I slapped the book shut, placing it beside my lamp stand while I cussed myself for always doing this to myself

I groaned, curling in bed as my fingers crossed my clitoris then slid into the hole. This was good, I moaned thinking of Uncle Wilton's hands in my pussy.

Creak.

I paused.

Someone was in the house.

Was Aunt May back from her hangout?

Or was it Uncle Wilton?

I pushed up my duvet to cover my nearly naked body as I pretended to be asleep.

"Amira?"

It was Uncle Wilton. He pushed my door open and scanned the room till his eyes fell on me. "You really a quick sleeper." He chuckled as he stepped close.

I could feel his presence, and the strong smell of his cologne as he peered into my face. "Amira," he called, pushing back a lock of my hair.

I should pretend I was sleeping till he was gone, but when I felt the weight of the bed dipping in, I knew he was in bed with me.

He peeled back the covers of the bed, pushed himself into me till I could feel his hot breath on my face. Yet I continued to pretend like I was still sleeping.

"You're wearing the lingerie, Amira," I heard the surprise in his voice.

Would he actually play out the scene that had played a thousand times in my head? My heart began to drum as I anticipated what was to come.

"You aren't sleeping, are you?" He asked.

I pretended to stir, and his hand circled my waist, grazed my torso until he reached my vagina. While his fingers tried to wade through my thick thighs, his lips nibbled on my earlobe and his groin teased my buttocks.

My breath hitched, and it grew heavy. "You dressed just for me, Amira. I was never wrong. You want me as much as I want you." His voice was heavy and hoarse.

I stirred again, pushing my buttocks to his thick groin. "Amira, I'm going to stick this phallus into your wet pussy. Look how wet it is." He finally slipped his fingers into my pussy.

"Uncle Wilton," I didn't know when the words slipped out from me.

On hearing that, his hands went behind me and he unclasped my brasseries, pulled it away and cupped my full breasts. The weight of them in his hands had me craving for more.

"You have been touching yourself, haven't you, whilst thinking of me?" He scoffed as he kneaded my nipples.

I moaned. "How did you know?" I couldn't help it, logic would fail me at this point, I just wanted him to place his phallus into my cunt.

"Mira darling, you treat me like you don't want me yet see how you pant for me." He brushed his lips across my cheeks.

Fuck logic.

If Uncle Wilton was going to make love to me, I won't stop him. I snapped my head so our lips would meet, when they did, he hissed as he kissed me.

He kissed me passionately, then thrust his tongue into mouth until I could taste him.

While his mouth clashed with mine, one of his hand was pressed to my breasts, and the other hand between my legs. I had no choice than to let go.

I spread my legs apart as I search for his zip, pulled it down and fished out his rod. "You want me so fucking hard, do you?" Uncle Wilton grinned as he slipped out from his trousers, and pulled off his shirt over his head.

Streak of grey hairs specked on his chest here and there and I leaned in to take his nipple into my mouth. He did turned me strangely on and I wouldn't hesitate to render same pleasures on his body.

Uncle Wilton kissed me one last time, turned me around and pressed his dick at my entrance. When he drove in, he grabbed my breasts while my hands fisted the duvet.

"Take it nice and slow, Amira," he coaxed as he started to fuck me.

"Give it to me, daddy." I moaned.

"That's my girl, now shh, you don't want us exposed." He slammed into me.

As he slammed into me, he turned my head around so as to kiss me. "Amira, you look so breathtaking," he said, slipping his tongue into my mouth.

I could feel his dick, dark and thick inside me as it repeatedly hit the soft and delicate spot inside me. It was thrilling, and I was close to my release.

Then he turned me to lie on my side while he crept up behind me. "Hoist your leg high," he said.

"Like this?" I asked, raising one leg high.

"Yeah, like that." He brushed my pussy with his cock, then slipped it in.

"Fuck me, daddy." I moaned as my body trembled, while my eyes rolled back.

"Shhhh, Amira. Shh," he coaxed as he massaged my hips, breasts and nipples.

I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning out loud. He was good, he was fucking good. That was why people believed the older, the merrier.

And as he drove steadily into me, I held onto his hands until my release came. "I'm cumming," he leaned close and took my lips, pulled out his dick and stroked his cock till his seeds landed on my buttocks.

"Don't worry about this, I can wash myself," I told him as I noticed the worry in his eyes. He kissed one last time till he pulled away.