Emma:::

I sit up, disoriented, as I blink at the darkness. I swore I had heard something pull me out of my sleep. Squinting my eyes as I glance at my phone, I groan when I see it’s midnight.

Flipping my pillow over, I’m about to lay back down when I hear a muffled thud.Is someone knocking? This late?I would kill whoever it was, physically or figuratively, depending on what they wanted.

With a huff, I get out of bed and storm to my front door. When I glance through the peephole, my breath catches. The man standing there looked like my uncle. My gorgeous, kind, and ridiculously tall uncle Jamie. The uncle I had a teenage crush on growing up.

I calm my beating heart and pull on a blank face. The last time my aunt caught me ogling her husband, she scolded me for my inappropriate behavior. How unbecoming it was to lust after an older man, a taken man who was also family. She slapped me when I reminded her that he wasn’t my family and we had no relation other than being married to her.

That was six years ago at my high school graduation, and they haven’t returned since. Jamie had taken over the company branch in London, and my aunt jumped at the chance to joinrealhigh society. Whatever the fuck that meant.

Another knock shook me from my thoughts, and I realized I still needed to open the door. When I did slowly, my stomach dipped nervously at the beaming smile aimed my way.

“Little Em, I’m sorry to wake you,” he apologizes, his eyes widening when the porch light floods the doorway. I didn’t have a chance to swoon at using the old nickname because embarrassment quickly replaced it. I had answered in my sleepwear, a thin tank top and panties. I cross my arms over my chest and glance nervously around him, expecting another tongue-lashing from my aunt.

Jamie clears his throat and sheepishly holds up a small duffel bag, “it’s just me.”

I frown, “what are you doing here?”

“My flight ran late. I couldn’t get a hold of anyone at the main house,” he points a thumb over his shoulder, “I remember your dad saying you live on the back estate property. Can I crash here tonight?”

Nodding, I open the door wider and step back. “I converted the guest bedroom for my office, so you’ll have to take the couch.”

“I’ll take anything. Serena and I were supposed to arrive yesterday, but all our fights got delayed, and we missed some connecting ones. She decided to stay an extra day in New York to visit a friend before flying in,” he chuckles, but I can see the exhaustion on his face. His lips were pursed, and the wrinkles near his eyes aged him.

He looked older, and it made him devastatingly more handsome. The softer features I was drawn to when I was eighteen were gone, and his cheeks were sharper, the days-old scruff giving him a rugged appearance. His body was more prominent too, his arms more defined under the light jacket he had on. His dark hair was longer and tousled, but I figured he would have it slicked back like usual if he hadn’t traveled. I could see his enormous thigh muscles as he walked past in his jeans. I blinked. I was ogling him again. Thank god it was just us, and so much for my crush being long gone.

“Yeah… well, it was always about what she wanted,” I reply. I’m sure a considerable amount of time had passed with my staring, making it more noticeable. I scratch the back of my neck and give him a weak smile, “Sorry, tired.”

Jamie nods, but he wasn’t looking at me. It was as if he was trying to avoid glancing at me. “I’ll let you get back to sleep. The blankets still in the ottoman?”

“Yeah,” I give a small wave, “Goodnight, Jamie. It was nice to see you again. I’m glad you and my aunt could attend my sister’s wedding.”

Jamie’s head snaps to me, seeming stunned that I was dismissing him so quickly, “Sorry to wake you again. Give me a hug, kid.”

I can’t hold back the flinch from the sentiment, I felt like he was trying to set a distinct boundary or something. My aunt was the youngest sibling out of my grandparent’s four kids, and Jamie was even younger than her. Him calling me kid was almost insulting, but I move forward and give him the world’s most awkward side hug before quickly stepping away.

“See you in the morning,” I mumble.

“If you wake up early, don’t worry about being quiet. I sleep like the dead.” He calls after me, but I hurried to my bedroom, shutting my door without a response.

✽✽✽

After an hour and a half of trying to use the tv to distract myself from the fact he’s a room away, I turn it off to hopefully get some sleep. It’s only a few moments of silence when the door clicks open, hallway light leaks in, and a shadowy figure fill the doorway before it shuts and darkness takes over again.

“Jamie?”

He doesn’t say anything, and I don’t hear footsteps before I feel the mattress shifting. My heart pounds as I wait silently, his presence noticeably getting closer. I don’t dare move though; uncertainty is keeping me frozen. His chest is warm against my back, and I stiffen as his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into him. I almost yelp when I feel the hot erection pressing against my ass. My panties barely covered my cheeks, and now I knew he was completely naked.

His hand moves to cup my breast through my tank top, his thumb giving my hard nipple a quick stroke.

“Hmmm… it’s been so long,” he mutters into my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

“Jamie?”

He shushes me, “Give me this, Serena.”

My blood turns cold, extinguishing the flames that had started to build. He thought I was my aunt. How could he be confused about that? Did they commonly sleep in different rooms?

His hand starts to drift down, and my stomach contracts when he reaches my underwear.

“Jamie, wait—“

He doesn’t hesitate before his finger slides along my wet folds and pushes inside me. I gasp, arching against him in shock. His other hand slides underneath my neck and palms my breast again. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched. After my failed attempts to move on as a freshman in college, I haven’t bothered dating since.

Figuring he would realize soon, I decided to go with it as long as possible. I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it off, lifting myself briefly onto my elbow. Now my uncle's fingers squeeze my breast tighter, pinching my nipple as I rock against his hand, slowly fucking me.

I reach back and tangle my fingers in his hair, tilting my head to kiss him.

He chuckles against my lips, “Does my wife want to get fucked?”

“Yes,” I groan. He pulls his fingers out and moves me onto my back, sliding my underwear off and climbing over me. My chest is heaving as he presses soft kisses along my collarbone and makes his way down. His tongue swirls around my taunt nipple before sucking it into his mouth, and I buck into him, my pussy getting wetter. They’ve always been a sensitive spot for me, but the fact my forbidden crush was sucking on them ravishingly heightened it all. His cock slides against my center, and I moan when his thick head bumps into my clit.

I wrap my legs around his waist and reach between us as he feasts on my breasts, sucking and squeezing them.

Positioning his cock at my entrance, I pant, “Fuck me… husband.”

He grunts as he pushes forward, my pussy stretches to accommodate the massive length.

“Oh my god, you’re so—“ I cut out in a choked cry when he bottoms out, a pleasurable pain burning me.

His head drops against my chest with a moan. “Fuck you’re so fucking tight, baby. And wet.” I want to preen at the astonishment I can hear in his voice.

I dig my heels into his ass, grinding my hips against him. “Please,please. More.”

Jamie lifts his head, and I feel his stare on me, and I’m afraid he’s starting to clue in I am not Serena. I pause, waiting to see what he’s going to do.

He groans, leaning back to kneel between my legs. He grips my hips and pulls me with him, his cock never slipping out. Jamie pushes a pillow under my back, and I’m memorized by the expertise of his quick movements. His thumb drops to where we’re connected, strumming my clit, and he slowly pulls out to the tip before pushing back in.

My hands squeeze the bedsheet to my sides as he picks up his pace. My mouth falls open in awe the longer he fucks me; it has never felt like this. If I had known it was like this before, I would never have tried to find anyone else.

“Feel good?” I rasp, wanting confirmation that he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

He grunts again, dropping my legs to drape over my body, and I wrap my arms around his neck. Jamie starts to pound into me, and I can’t control the sounds out of my mouth. This wasn’t real; my uncle wasn't fucking me so hard that white dots were spotting my vision.

“So-“thurst“-fucking”thrust“-tight”thrust,he hisses between hard strokes.

My pussy clamps around him as I start to come, I cry out from the intensity, and Jamie pushes his tongue into my mouth to swallow it. His loud groan echoes as he follows me over the edge. I can feel the jerk of his cock as his cum coats my insides. I have a momentary panic that he’s coming inside me, but I honestly wouldn’t care if he knocked me up. I would be honored to have his children; we would make beautiful babies.

We stay for a moment, catching our breaths before he sits back.

He pulls out slowly, his fingers gathering the leaking cum and pushing it back into my pussy. “Gotta keep this perfect cunt full.”

My stomach dips at his words, and my pussy clenches onto his fingers. I already wanted him to fuck me again. I lay silently as he rubs me with his fingers, and when he’s done, he flops down next to me and pulls me into his chest.

“Sleep, baby,” he says softly, kissing my temple.

Jamie:::

Iawake to the feeling of a warm mouth on my cock; I reach down to gather her hair in my fist, blinking at the room's darkness. I could see some light peeking under the long curtains across the room. Since when did we have those?

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, pushing deeper into her throat. My balls tighten when she swallows around my head with a small gag. I close my eyes again, letting my head fall onto the pillow. I can’t remember the last time my wife had given me a blowjob; she always thought it was beneath her. She rarely let me go down on her, either.

She hums, letting go with a pop before I can feel the drag of her nipples as she climbs over my body. I grab onto her waist, surprised at how tiny it feels, but I don’t remember her body that well. I feel her hot pussy on top of my cock, the wetness making me want to slide against her and gather it all up, But the thrust of her tongue into my mouth has me grunting in shock; I didn’t mind the taste of myself, but I’m surprised at the act coming from her.

She grinds against me, dragging her wetness along my shaft just like I wanted, and I grip her harder, dying to be inside her.

“Lift up. I need to feel you,” I moan into her mouth, and she nods. I position myself at her entrance, and we sigh as she lowers herself onto my cock.

I wasn’t going to complain, my wife was never one to be enthusiastic in bed, and I was going to take everything thrown at me. She starts rocking against me, setting a faster pace than usual, almost desperate. I slid my hand up her back, grabbing her neck and pulling her down to kiss me again, my other hand squeezing her breast. I pause for a second when her breast fits perfectly in my palm, it is a lot fuller than usual, but her soft mouth breaks my wonderment as our lips move together.

She was also more vocal this morning, and I swallow her soft cries and gasps as I match each twist of her hips, thrusting up into her. When I feel the clenching of her pussy, warmth slowly draws up my spine, desperate to follow her over. I wasn’t sure how long we fuck like that, but I didn’t want it to end. Who knew the next time she would be in a playful mood.

“Come on my cock, baby,” I demand, twisting my hand into her hair to pull her head back as I thrust harder, “Then I’m going to fill you up.”

She hates when I speak during sex. And while she hated it, the thought of breeding her always turned me on. I tense for the click of her tongue in disgust when I realize what I said... I want nothing more than to become a father.

“Please, please,please,”she begs instead. My grip tightens as I struggle to hold back my release, and her pussy starts to flutter around me.

At the same time, an alarm clock goes off next to us and lights up the dark room with flashes. I lock gazes with the woman above me, her blue eyes widening.

“Emma?” I exclaim and then throw my head back, shouting, “Fuuuckkkk,”as I come deep inside my niece.

“Oh god,” she cries out, her cunt rippling as she comes again with me. I can’t stop the small thrusts into her as I keep filling her tight hole with my cum. The thought of my niece full of my seed makes my cock jerk and spill more, coating her walls.

I let go of her, my hands dropping to my side, and she collapses onto my chest, both of us panting. The pressure of her body on top of mine was euphoric, but I was afraid to touch her. It made it seem more real if I did.

“If it makes you feel better,” she says, her fingers running small circles around my nipple. “You already came inside me last night.”

I know I should push her off or at the very least, get my cock out of her pussy, but I can’t gather the energy to do anything. My body is tense, but I have never come so hard.

“It doesn’t,” I mutter. Last night? I run a tired palm down my face. I knew I shouldn’t have taken that sleeping pill, but my episodes were few and far between. I never expected something like this could happen. Shame burned in my gut at the disappointment I felt. I don’t remember anything from last night. I shouldn’t want to remember the first time I fucked my niece because there shouldn’t have been a first time or a second time.

She pushes onto my chest, sitting up and leaning over to grab her phone. The curtains on the window open, letting me take in her naked body. Her perky breasts jiggle as she settles back onto my lap, pushing my shaft deeper inside her. Our mutual mess drips down my cock.

“Jesus,” I hiss, unable to control the hardening of it. Emma giggles, my hands coming up to stop her from moving. “We have to stop. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“But it did,” she shrugs, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples as I watch, “what’s one more time?”

I let out a laugh, shaking my head. I didn’t know what happened last night and thought she was someone else this morning. If I wanted to be honest with myself, the signs were there, but I ignored them.

One of her hands drags down her stomach, coming to play with her clit and causing her to clench around me. My hips move slightly with the pressure, and I grit my teeth at the throbbing need to move in and out of her.

“One time,” she pouts, “one time where you know who you’refucking.Who you’re filling up with your cum.”

My cock twitches at the reminder. I squeeze her hips tighter before loosening my grip. She smiles as if she won, and it makes me angry. I sit up, grabbing her around her throat and then around her thigh, flipping our position. She was treating this like some kind of game.

“You want me to fuck you?” I whisper against her lips, my tone hard and cold, “I could loseeverythingbecause I stuck my dick in your cunt.”