a rose as sweet

Andrew knew he has definitely crossed that line now as he pushed his finger inside her, touching her in a place an uncle shouldn’t as she sat on his lap. It would only take one family member coming to the living room to see what he was doing, but the risk was worth it once he felt her tight walls around his gently pumping digit. “Such a good girl.” The older man smirks, dipping his head to press a kiss to the curve of her neck as he eases another finger deep inside her tight pussy. 

Annie’s hands slipped back to hold onto the leather arm of the chair as he pressed the kiss to her neck. The right thing to do would be to get up and to walk away from this entire scene - to force herself to focus on the fact that this was her uncle and not the boy she had been in bed with less than an hour ago. “Oh god, Drew,” she whispered, leaning herself against him as he pressed another finger into her. Her father was sat only metres away and here she was being fucked by her uncle. This wasn’t right. She needed to stop. She turned her head to look at him, their noses brushing given the lack of space. The plan had been to tell him to stop, to grab his wrist and pull his fingers out of her, and she made a good effort on that but as soon as her hand wrapped around his wrist she paused, searching his face for a moment before realising that she had already committed the sin by letting him get this far. “Don’t stop.”

Andrew simple shrugs at her words, how could he reason what he was doing right now as his fingers teased his nieces clit right where anyone could see if they came looking for them. “We can…” He trails off, dipping his fingers a little lower to brush his fingers over the opening of her pussy and even though he knew he shouldn’t, hearing her say his name made a growl form in his chest. “I love the way you say my name.” The older man adds, ignoring her pleas against this, but he didn’t fail to notice the way her legs parted for him. “Good girl, you want this…” He brushes his thumb over her clit before slowly pushing his middle finger deep inside her. 

“N-No we can’t,” she tried again but was once more cut off by the way he was touching her. “Andrew,” she whispers again just to spite herself, whether it was a plea for more or for him to stop she wasn’t sure but in the next moment his middle finger was inside of her, dragging a gasp from Annie’s lips. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands, glancing over to her family who sat undisturbed before turning back to him, eyes wide and full of shock. Her uncle had his finger pressed in her and his thumb was teasing her clit. What the fuck was going on? Why did it feel so good when he had done barely anything?

Damn, he loved that look on her face once she registered what he said and where his hand was moving to, his gaze drawn to her parting lips as she gasped. She looked so shocked but didn’t make any attempt to leave or call out for help, Andrew taking this as encouragement to keep moving his fingers higher up her thigh before he reached her bare pussy, leaning his head forward to brush his lips over her cheek. “Who says? I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you?” The older man says with a smirk just as his fingers brush through her slick folds and gently rub against her clit. 

Her cheeks burned but whether that was from embarrassment, arousal or shame she wasn’t sure. She hoped to god it was shame and not one of the others. “You’re my uncle, we’re related. We can’t-” Once again she was cut off by the feeling of his fingers pushing further, rubbing over her clit and dragging a little gasp from her. She was wet, embarrassingly so but that didn’t make this right but she also didn’t want him to stop. “Andrew,” she whispered, glancing over to her family again but no one had noticed this developing situation. “Andrew, we shouldn’t,” she tried to warn him again but his body was working against her and she found herself spreading her legs slightly for him, the feeling of his fingers against her clit distracting her from the real dilemma.

Putting the beer on the table next to him once she seemed intrigued by his secret, Andrew opened his arms slightly to welcome her onto his lap with a smirk. “You can make sure to see me lots before you leave.” He mentions and returns a hand to that thigh once more, this time his fingers began to move ever so slowly up the inside of it. “I know you’re not wearing any underwear.” He dips his head to whisper his secret against the shell of her ear while his other arm wraps firmly around her waist to keep her close. “I saw you when you faced me, you wanted me to see didn’t you?” Andrew asks, fingers teasing the apex of her thigh now. 

Annie made herself comfortable on his lap, placing her drink down on the table beside them as she turned to look at him, wondering what this secret of his could be. When she felt his hand start to slide up her thigh, not stopping when he reached the hem of her skirt she gasped, quickly glancing over to look at her family who were all enthralled by the tv to take any notice of this strange little dance. Did this mean that he wanted this? Was this why he had been so close to her for so long? Because at the end of the day he just wanted to stick it in her. She started at him, mouth slightly open, unable to form words as her brain short circuited. “I- Uh- I don’t-” She couldn’t put her words together properly, the feeling of her fingers getting closer to her bare pussy making life difficult. “We can’t-”

They had always gotten along so easily and his touches seemed so innocent right now, but there was something inside the older man that wanted to push it further, to see how he could push her. Would Annie cause a fuss with the rest of the family around or would she keep quiet if he crossed that line, would she like it as much as he would? “Facetime isn’t as good, plus you’ll be busy with college life and make no time for your uncle.” Andrew adds with a sigh, leaning back into the couch and motioning her over. “Come here, wanna know a secret?” He asks her with a delish smirk while gently patting his lap. 

“When have I ever not made time for you, dear Uncle?” She asked. Their relationship had always been good - in some ways he had been more of a father to her than her own father had - they had been real friends and they talked about more things than most uncles and nieces did. That was why she hesitated when he patted her lap. Was she too old to be doing that? Sitting in her uncle’s lap? Then again what was there to stop her? Just because she was in his lap didn’t mean that anything bad was happening. She needed to stop imagining situations where they pushed boundaries. Even so, Annie glanced around to make sure that no one was paying attention to them, lucky that the chair was more in the back than the rest. She took a deep breath but then moved slowly, doing her best to hide just how little she was wearing as she situated herself in his lap. “I always want to know secrets.”

She didn’t pull away from his touch, instead turning to face him and he took advantage of her undivided attention. “Oh, thanks.” He replies with a soft chuckle before taking a sip of his beer. “Good to know I’m not old old.” Andrew shuffles barely noticeably closer and leans his top half towards her while she speaks, dropping his hand from the couch to give her thigh a reassuring squeeze. “Of course I will, who else will I bitch about this family with? Your dad?” He pulls a face that screams “come on” while his hand makes no attempt to move. 

“Never old old,” she laughed, her eyes darting down to look at where his hand landed on her thigh. If he moved his hand any higher accidentally then it would be revealed that she had no underwear on and Annie was sure that that would change his opinion of her. In a dark, twisted part of her mind, she wondered how he would react if he knew. How would she react if he just slipped his hand up a little higher and brushed against bare skin? Luckily for her, Andrew was talking again and distracting her from the topic that was steamrolling her brain. “You’ll just have to come see me. Call me or Facetime me or something.”

There was something about her reaction that had him smiling, enjoying the uncomfortable questioning from his side that her her revealing she wasn’t seeing anyone. “They don’t know what they’re missing.” He smiles at his niece, turning on the couch to face her a little and lays his arm on the back behind her. “You calling me old? Now I’m crushed.” Andrew adds with a playful smile, the arm on the sofa reaching out to brush a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You’ve grown up a lot yourself, you know.” 

Annie hoped and prayed that there was no blush or tint to her cheeks when he smiled at her and brushed the hair back from her face. She hoped that his words had no effect on her because he was her uncle. This reaction was purely down to her being desperate for compliments and always seeking validation. She was sure of it. “You’re one of the younger oldies if it makes you feel better,” she teased, turning on the chair so that she could sit crossed legged, facing him. The can of coke was cradled in her hands as she looked at him, tilting her head slightly at his comment before she nodded. “I guess so. Soon I’ll be running off to college and you’ll be here missing me, longing for the day that I come home,” she teased, letting out a quiet laugh when she finished speaking.

He kept his focus on the television for now, sipping casually on his beer when he decided to join him. Andrew turned to look at her just in time to see that smile of hers falter and it intrigued the older man, wondering what it was she’d been up to. “Sure, you missed out on a party to study.” He replies with a sarcastic chuckle and another sip of his beer. “You got a new boyfriend you don’t want your dad knowing about.” He motions towards the kitchen where he was standing and chatting with others. 

Annie pulled a face at his assumption. Not only was he technically wrong but she also didn’t need something like that to slip and for her father to ban her from leaving the house. “Nope, nothing like that at all. No boyfriends here,” she told him, taking another sip of her drink as she tried to figure out a way to change the subject. “Besides this is just a bunch of oldies gathering round to watch the football. I wouldn’t really call that a party, would you?” She asked, turning her head towards him, a small smirk playing on her face.

Andrew sat back in his seat and relaxed, beer in hand while he watched the game on the TV. The rest of the family were in their own little conversation that he couldn’t be bothered with after his long day at work, his focus glued to the television set until he noticed his niece walking over to him. “Why would I?” He smiles at her before taking a sip of his beer. “Where have you been? You’re dad was getting annoyed.” 

Annie relaxed into the cushions on the sofa, turning her head towards her uncle as he spoke. She sent a smile in his direction when she saw his, though if faltered slightly at his question. There was no way she could tell him the truth because her father would hear and then that would start a lecture that she didn’t want to deal with. She was already worried that, somehow, her father would realise her bra was missing - if the room got any colder then he definitely would. “I was just with a friend studying, we have a few tests coming up and I don’t want to fail them,” she told him, hoping that he wouldn’t see through the lie.

Annie had completely forgot about the family movie night. She’d been spending the day with her sort of but not really boyfriend, who had made the effort to take her out on yet another date in the hopes that he would be able to get something more than kissing and a bit of groping over the top of a tshirt. She had decided to take pity on him and when they had got home after the date and they headed up to his bedroom she had let him take off her shirt and her bra whilst they were kissing. That was all she had been planning to do but then his hand had slipped up her skirt and his fingers had teased her through her panties before she could stop him and she didn’t want to stop him. Time had passed quickly, Annie lost in the feeling of the boys lips against her own, teasing her wet pussy and dragging little moans from her, so that when her father rang she immediately panicked, promising him that she was already on her way home. In her haste to get ready, she had forgone putting her bra on because she couldn’t find it and dashed out of the house to her car, driving away without a word to her sort of boy.

When she got home, she quickly apologised to her father and the rest of the family, slipping her shoes off by the door before heading into the kitchen to get a drink. She grabbed herself a can of coke before she moved back into the living room, noting that the only seat available was next to her uncle, who was sat on one of the small two person chairs in a corner a little secluded from the rest of the family. She paused and thought for a moment before she decided to say fuck it. Annie moved to the seat and carefully dropped herself in the seat beside him, pushing herself up against the arm of the chair so they weren’t touching too much. “I hope you don’t mind me sitting here, Uncle.”

Daniel could feel his orgasm quickly approaching, the eager look on her face doing everything to help him come faster. God, she looked so good on her knees with those swollen lips and waiting tongue he couldn’t hold on much longer. Pumping his hand over his thick cock, Daniel’s other hand moves forward to grip the edge of the kitchen counter roughly as a deep groan falls from his lips. He shoots his come shoots against her mouth, ropes hitting her tongue and cheeks as his hand moves over the slick length, balls clenching with every pump of come. “Shit, take Daddy’s come……mmmmm, fuckkk….” 

Daniel lets out a slow groan as he buries himself down her tight throat, the eager younger woman still finding other ways to tease him. He looks down at her with the corner of his lips turning up into a smirk at her needy words, it only bringing his orgasm closer. He guides her mouth back around his cock as he uses the grip on her hair to bob her head up and down. “That’s it, get Daddy there….mmm fuck…” He moans, pumping his hips in time with the movement of her head as his orgasm builds to it’s peak. “Open your mouth…” He pushes her off and pumps his hand quickly over his cock. 

Daniel couldn’t have imagined he’d get to try the real thing before she’d walked in on him, her throat like silk as he thrusts his cock as deep as she could take. Running a hand through her hair, he pushes those locks away from her face to see her nose press against his pelvis and those watery eyes while he held her there. He pulls her off after a moment, allowing Iris to catch her breath before repeating himself a few more times. “Fuck, that’s it. Make Daddy come.” He growls, bobbing her head over his length once more. “Tell me how much you wanna swallow this come.” He releases her head to grab his cock, rubbing the tip over her swollen lips.