These Are Their MC Stories

Mike had been flirting with his niece for years, ever since she started blooming into a young woman. It was always playful at first—innocent comments about how her swimsuit hugged her curves just right, or a lingering glance when she bent over by the pool. But beneath the teasing, there was a spark, a forbidden heat that neither acknowledged until that sweltering afternoon when the house was empty, and the air hummed with unspoken tension.

She lounged by the edge of the pool in her tiny bikini, the fabric clinging to her damp skin like a second layer. Mike watched from the patio, his cock twitching at the sight of her pert breasts straining against the top and the way the bottoms rode up between her ass cheeks. 'Looking good out there,' he called, his voice casual but laced with hunger. She glanced over her shoulder, smirking, and arched her back just a little more, knowing exactly what she was doing.

He approached slowly, towel slung over his shoulder, and sat beside her. Their conversation flowed easy, but his eyes kept dropping to the swell of her cleavage, the smooth expanse of her thighs. When she stood to adjust her top, the string of her bikini bra loosened just enough for him to reach out and tug it playfully. 'Oops,' he murmured, but instead of fixing it, he watched as the cups fell away, exposing her full, pink-tipped breasts to the sunlight.

Her eyes widened, but she didn't cover up—instead, she laughed, a breathy sound that sent blood rushing to his groin. Mike's hand moved on instinct, cupping one breast, thumb brushing her hardening nipple. 'Uncle Mike...' she whispered, half-protest, half-invitation, but she leaned into his touch. He squeezed gently, rolling the nipple between his fingers until she gasped, her body flushing with arousal.

That was all it took. He pulled her close, their lips crashing together in a passionate kiss that tasted of chlorine and desire. His tongue plunged into her mouth, exploring hungrily as his hands roamed her body—sliding down her back to grip her ass, pulling her against the growing bulge in his shorts. She moaned into the kiss, her playful resistance melting away as she kissed him back with equal fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Mike tested her limits, his palm skimming up her thigh, inching toward the heat between her legs. She squirmed, whispering, 'We shouldn't,' but her hips bucked forward, seeking more. He broke the kiss, eyes dark with lust, and slipped his fingers under the edge of her bikini bottoms, finding her pussy already slick with wetness. He pushed two fingers inside her tight heat, feeling her walls clench around them as he pumped slowly. 'Do you want me to stop?' he asked, his voice rough with restraint, giving her one last chance even as her juices coated his hand. But she shook her head, eyes locked on his, whispering, 'No... don't stop.'

He carried her inside then, to his bedroom, where he pinned her down on the soft mattress. The kiss deepened, turning ravenous as he stripped off her top completely, latching his mouth onto one nipple. He sucked hard, tongue flicking the sensitive bud while his hand kneaded the other breast, pinching and twisting until she arched off the bed, whimpering his name. 'Please... Uncle Mike, more,' she begged, her voice trembling with need.

Emboldened, he trailed his mouth lower, nipping at her ribs, her navel, until he reached the waistband of her bottoms. With a swift yank, he pulled them down her legs, tossing them aside to reveal her bare pussy—shaved smooth, lips glistening with arousal. She spread her thighs instinctively, exposing herself fully, and Mike groaned at the sight. He dove in, tongue lapping at her folds, tasting her sweetness as he sucked her clit into his mouth.

Her hands fisted the sheets, hips grinding against his face as he licked and sucked, two fingers sliding into her tight heat to pump slowly. She was so wet, her juices coating his chin, and her moans grew louder, more desperate. 'Fuck, you taste so good,' he growled against her, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside her that made her cry out. He fondled her breasts again, thumbs circling her nipples while his mouth worked her pussy relentlessly, building her toward the edge.

When she came, it was explosive—her body convulsing, pussy clenching around his fingers as she screamed his name, waves of pleasure crashing through her. Mike didn't stop, licking her through it until she was a trembling mess. His cock strained painfully against his shorts now, throbbing with need. He stripped quickly, freeing his thick, erect length, and positioned himself between her legs.

'Want me inside you?' he asked, rubbing the head of his cock along her slit, coating it in her cum. She nodded frantically, 'Yes, please, fuck me.' With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, her tight walls stretching around him like a vice. He pinned her wrists above her head, pounding into her with deep, forceful strokes, each one slamming his balls against her ass.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting every thrust, her breasts bouncing with the rhythm. 'Harder,' she gasped, and he obliged, fucking her vigorously, the bed creaking under them. Sweat slicked their bodies, the room filled with the wet sounds of skin slapping skin and her breathless pleas. He leaned down to suckle her nipples again, biting gently as he drove deeper, feeling her pussy flutter around his cock.

"Please, just let me put a little makeup on," she begged, already reaching for her compact. "Five minutes. That's all."

I sighed and sank deeper into her bedroom chair. "Fine. But hurry up."

She grinned and went to work, dabbing foundation across her cheeks, brushing blush onto the high bones of her face. Then came the eyeliner—careful, precise strokes—and mascara that made her lashes fan out dramatically.

"Lipstick," she announced, pulling tube after tube from her drawer. "Which one? This red? Or this deeper berry?"

"The red," I said, not really caring.

"Good choice." She applied it slowly, pressing her lips together, then blotting with a tissue. "Now the dress. Help me with the zipper?"

I stood and followed her to the closet. She stepped into the black dress and shimmied it up her thighs, over her hips. I pulled the zipper up her back, my knuckles brushing her warm skin.

"Thanks, cuz." She turned and checked herself in the mirror, smoothing the fabric over her stomach. "God, I look good."

"You do."

"Sit. I'll do your hair."

"I don't need—"

"Sit." She pushed me into her vanity chair. "I might as well, right?"

Her fingers worked through my hair, pulling and pinning. I watched her face in the mirror, focused and intent. She was nervous. I could tell by the way she kept licking her lips, checking the clock.

The doorbell rang.

She jumped like she'd been shocked. "He's here."

"Go get it."

She smoothed her dress one more time and hurried out of the room. I heard her footsteps on the stairs, then the front door opening.

"Hi," she breathed.

"Hey." A deep male voice. "You look incredible."

"Thank you for coming."

A low chuckle. "Like I'd miss this."

I heard kissing—wet, eager sounds. Then footsteps on the stairs again. I stood as they entered the bedroom, her hand wrapped in his.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and a sharp jaw. Handsome in a rough way. His eyes found me immediately, but he didn't stop what he was doing.

His mouth was on her neck, one hand squeezing her breast through the thin fabric of her dress. She moaned and leaned into him, her head falling back against his shoulder.

"Who's this?" he asked, nodding toward me. His other hand was already sliding down her stomach.

"My Cousin," she gasped, eyes fluttering shut. "Just... just my cousin. Watching."

"Hmm." He didn't seem to care. His hand pushed past the waistband of her panties, disappearing between her thighs. "Cousin gets a show, huh?"

She whimpered and her knees buckled slightly. He held her up easily, his arm wrapped around her waist, fingers working inside her.

I stood frozen. Speechless. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, lips still red from that careful lipstick application. Now smeared slightly at the corners.

"She's wet already," he said, looking directly at me now. "You know that? Soaked through her panties before I even touched her."

I didn't answer. I couldn't.

"She's been thinking about this all day," he continued, his voice low and rough. "Haven't you, baby?"

"Yes," she moaned. "Yes, God, yes."

He fingered her steadily, obscenely, the wet sounds filling the room. Her hips began to move, grinding against his hand.

"Tell your cousin what you want."

"I want..." She opened her eyes, looked at me. "I want him to fuck me. Right here. Right now."

"Good girl."

He pulled his hand from her pants and spun her around, bending her over the bed. Her dress hiked up, exposing her bare ass. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock—hard, thick, already leaking at the tip.

"Watch closely, cousin," he said, and pushed inside her in one long stroke.

She screamed into the comforter.

Her fingers clawed at the bedding, knuckles white as he bottomed out inside her. He held there for a moment, hands gripping her hips, letting her feel every inch.

"Look at your cousin," he commanded. "Look at her while I fuck you."

She turned her head, cheek pressed against the duvet. Her eyes found mine—glassy, desperate, her mouth still open. The red lipstick was smeared across her chin now.

He pulled back and slammed forward. The sound of their bodies meeting was obscene, wet, echoing off the walls. She cried out with each thrust.

"You like watching?" he asked me, not slowing his pace. "You like seeing your cousin take cock?"

I still couldn't speak. My throat was dry. My pulse hammered in my ears.

He laughed. "Speechless. That's fine. You don't need to talk."

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, arching her back. Her tits strained against the low neckline of her dress. One breast spilled free, nipple hard and pink.

"Play with yourself," he told her. "Show your cousin what a desperate little slut you are."

Her hand slipped beneath her body, between her thighs. I could see her arm moving, fingers working her clit while he fucked her from behind.

"Tell me when you're close," he growled.

"Close," she gasped almost immediately. "So close, so—"

"Not yet." He stopped moving. Held still inside her. "Not until I say."

She whimpered, a desperate, broken sound. Her hips tried to move, to fuck herself on him, but his grip on her hair kept her pinned.

"Please," she begged. "Please, I need—"

"What do you need?"

"Your cock. Moving. Please, fuck me, let me come."

He yanked her head back further. "Beg better than that."

"Please, please, I'll do anything, I'll be so good, just let me come on your cock, please—"

He started moving again, harder now, punishing. Each thrust drove her face into the bed.

"Come," he said. "Come for your cousin."

She shattered. Her whole body seized, back arching, mouth open in a silent scream. Her pussy clenched around him, pulsing, and I watched her fall apart.

He didn't stop. He kept fucking her through it, chasing his own release.

"Where?" he asked, looking at me now. "Where do you want me to finish?"

I swallowed hard. "Inside her."

He grinned. "Good answer."

Three more brutal thrusts and he buried himself deep, groaning as he came. I watched his ass clench, his thighs shake, watched him fill her.

When he finally pulled out, cum dripped down her thighs. She collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, dress bunched around her waist.

He tucked himself back into his jeans and looked at me.