Dulce de Cempasúchil

loved how you would get so sheepish when he would grab you and give you a hug having not seen him for a while, leaving you with a kiss on the forehead. heart beating out your chest whenever you had to talk to him alone and you’d embarrassingly would stumble over your words. “easy kid, it’s just uncle shane.. no need to be so nervous.” he would chuckle, his hand cupping your jaw to rub gently underneath your chin.

and always talking about how much of a looker you are, “warning” your dad about all the boys in your university that must be pinning after you. but you didn’t want them you wanted shane, wanted him to not see you as some little girl. and that’s why when summer break started you finally accepted his camping invitation, convincing your dad to let you just go alone with him instead of your whole family. and it didn’t take much convincing for your dad because he had the utmost respect and trust for uncle shane.

little did he know how much of a pervert his best friend was or just how much of a crush his daughter had on the man twice her age.

and that’s how you ended up in the woods with shane, standing to the side as you watched him set up the the tent for the two of you, muscles flexing in his black t-shirt. he looked so good and you wouldn’t be surprised if you were drooling at the sight. you were staring so long you didn’t realize shane was done, having to get back to reality by him snapping at you. “you there sweetheart?” he says with his lips curling into a smirk, you jolt back embarrassed and nod profusely.

“sorry..“ you say, eyes looking everywhere but at him, “um why is there only one sleeping bag?” gently cocking your head to the side, feet quietly kicking at the dirt. but shane just sighs and rests his hands on his hips, “you didn’t pack one with you?” making you shake your head no, a little confused not knowing how this camping situation usually goes. “well you could share this one with uncle shane yeah? I wont bite.” he jokes and you just comply, thinking you could get closer that way.

…

the day consists of shane showing you around the woods, his calloused hands guiding you to where he wanted you to go. he led you to where he often goes to catch deer, a very crowed place with trees and nature surrounding it. even being so lenient as to let you hold his shotgun, teaching you how to hold it with his head behind your neck, feeling his breaths as you focus on the sniper glass. and you panic when you see a deer trot into your sight, whimpering in shanes hold when you tell him you don’t want to hurt it. “shh it’s okay, don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do sweet girl. just put it down, I got you..” and you’re still shaken up, tears welling up in your eyes while shane holds you in his lap. kissing your head and soothing you, and once the tears aren’t as heavy he gets you up, patting the dirt off your knees.

you barely remember the way back to the tent, all you can recall is him holding your hand along the way, his shot gun on his shoulder. and you were still sniffling a bit until he got you to sit on the sleeping bag, tugging your little “camping” clothes off and leaving you in your underwear and bra. “s’cold uncle shane..”you’d whisper, “can you hold me, please?” holding your arms out to him so he would cover you in his warm grasp, and of course he can’t let his precious girl feel any discomfort on this trip he planned. so he lets you climb into his lap, biceps smothering you into him. “I know, just need to get you to bed babydoll.. it’s late.” shane says, rubbing his hand over your bare thigh, and you’re just nuzzling into his neck and gripping at his shirt, surely leaving stretch marks on it with your nails. you don’t know what comes over you but now you’re kissing his neck, his stubble tickling your lips as you feel him hold you closer.

“being real sweet on me baby..” your uncle grins at you, moving his neck back so you have more access to kiss him, letting you slowly getting up to straddle him. “what would your daddy say if he saw you like this kid, hm? being such a needy fuckin girl for his best friend..” yelping at the harsh smack he lands on your ass cheek, making you take your lips away from the older man for a moment, looking at him with want.

“m’not thinking about that right now shane, just want you to touch me.. .” and he just backs up a little with a quirked eyebrow, his hands groping your ass to soothe it, taking in that this precious girl he used to know is all wet for him, pleading for him to fuck her. “yeah? such a big girl asking for your uncles help.. give you just what you want pretty girl.”

a couple minutes later you’re on top of the older man, covered warmly in the fabric of his flannel that he had laying around the tent, working your way down his thick cock. “wont f-fit uncle shane..” you cry, hips quivering above his lap with only half his length inside your walls. and shane only coos at you from on top of the sleeping bag, gripping at your ass to plunge you deeper on his cock. you choke out a loud “augh!” in surprise from how deep it hits your stomach, falling into shanes chest. “know how much of a good girl you’re being for your uncle? taking my dick so good in that tight little pussy fuck-“

and he starts being so rough, fucking himself into you at the harshest pace, your ass rippling against his lap that it throbs. “mm s’too deep have t—have to slow down shane..!” you whimper out. you’re pounding at his shoulders with your fists from the stimulation, squirming as you feel him repeatedly kiss your cervix with his dick, just using your hole as if you were some sort of fleshlight for his pleasure. “t’aw it’s okay babydoll, just feels good that’s all.”

he’s teasing, panting from how much your clenching on him but still finding a way to grin in your face. from the wincing in your face and the way you could barely hold yourself up on his lap, shane could tell you were on the verge of cumming, looking so pretty above him with all the huffs and hiccups you’re pushing out. “go on pretty, cum all over your uncles dick.. feel it all stuffed in this tummy right? can see it right there pretty girl.” shane says slithering the rough pad of his fingertips over the bulge in your stomach, pressing on it until you cry loudly again. he’s nodding at you and for some reason you start to nod in his face too, your nose brushing against his lips and you could barely keep your eyes open. mind in a daze as you mumble out that you’ll cum like a good little girl just for him.

“thaats it, my sweet girl keep cumming fr’me..” shane praises, imbedding his cock as far as he can into your messy cunt. ignoring the whines that leave your lips, and emptying his load into his best friend’s daughter.