you knew robby wanted you, that much was evident by the way he could never keep his eyes off you—always staring at your tits when you spoke to him, or you’d feel his eyes lingering on your ass as you left a room.

and you wanted him too, he was hot, older and very endearing—you just never got a chance to be alone with him without your dad being around…

…until that day he picked you up after class.

the 30 minute drive back to jacks house was full of flirting and a lot of laughing at his frankly terrible jokes, you asked him to stop just a block away from your house.

he looked at you confused but did it anyway, he’d do literally anything you asked without question.

and his heart raced as you placed your hand on his thigh and looked up at him with your big doe eyes, batting your lashes at him.

and then you leaned in, he couldn’t even move—just sat there in shock as you placed a soft kiss to his lips.

“w-wha, why did you…we can’t” he stammered, his eyes wide and brows raised but the rigid outline of his cock straining against his pants betrayed his protest.

“come on, uncle robby, i know you want to fuck me, i’ve seen the way you look at me” you rub your hand up his thigh, inching closer.

he swallows hard, his eyes glued to your hand.

“even s-so, we can’t, y-your dad he’d-”

“don’t worry about him, he doesn’t have to know. i’m not going to tell him his best friend wants to fuck his precious little girl, are you?” the tips of your fingers brush over the head of his cock and robby takes a sharp breath in.

he shakes his head, can’t even find the right words to say in his aroused brain.

“good, so what’s the problem? you do want to fuck me don’t you?” you ask, the inner corners of your brows turned up and you jut your bottom lip out, putting on your sweetest voice.

“yeah b-but-”

“but what? come on, uncle robby! this is your only chance, i’m not going to beg you to fuck me” you huff as you sit back in your seat, frustrated you fold your arms across your chest—you didn’t imagine he’d take so much convincing.

“not here” he starts the car and a smirk flickers across your lips.

you’ve got him.

10 minutes later you’re in an abandoned parking lot, you’re in the back seat, your legs either side of robby’s thighs as you softly roll your hips against him while his thick cock is buried inside of you, hitting all the right places.

“fuck, feels so good, sweetheart” robby groans, dropping his head against your shoulder, his hands gripping your ass, guiding you as you move so easily on top of him.

“yeah? maybe you should pick me up everyday, uncle robby” you pick yourself up on your knees before softly dropping back down on top of him, your ass bouncing in his hands as you ride him.

“fuck, don’t call me that, not when we’re doing this” he closes his eyes and bites down on your shoulder.

and you’d really believe he didn’t want you to call him uncle robby if you hadn’t felt his cock twitch inside of you as soon as that name left your lips.

“i’m sorry, uncle robby” you smirk, bouncing faster, your thighs burn but it feels too fucking good to stop.

“don’t-” he’s gripping your ass so tight you know he’ll leave marks, his cock twitches furiously inside of you—he’s close.

“bet my dads wondering if i’m home safe yet, wonder what he’d say if he knew his best friend was two seconds away from emptying his balls inside of his little girl right now, what do you think he’d say, uncle robby?”

that does him in.

“d-don’t talk ab-about, ffffuckkk”

his words come out as strained cries and you still as thick, warm ropes of cum fill you up—it’s so much it instantly starts dripping out of you, seeping out around his cock, making such a mess of you both.

10 minutes later you’re parked outside of your dads house, you checked your phone after you got off robby and saw you had 5 missed calls from jack—whoops.

“well, i should probably get inside and tell him that i got home safe”

“don’t tell him about…” robby trails off, unable to look you in the eye.

“how stupid do you think i am? don’t worry, your secrets safe with me” you smirk, leaning over to kiss his cheek.

you open the door but stop before getting out, “can i expect to see you after class tomorrow?”

he takes in a deep breath before letting it go, “yeah”

he sounds so disappointed in himself, so ashamed of what he did—what he knows he’s going to do again tomorrow, and the day after…

“great, see you tomorrow, uncle robby”

and he does pick you up the next day, and again you end up in that same empty parking lot, riding his cock as he cries into your shoulder about how disgusting he is, what a terrible friend he is.

but that doesn’t stop him from coming back

every. single. time.

guys is this anything?? started this on my break last night and then immediately forgot where i was going with it.

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jack wasnt even remotely surprised by the video he received a couple hours after he’d dropped little denny off at his robby’s house for his day with his favourite uncle

The thumbnail of the video blank but the second he clicks onto it the screens light up with the sight of his son’s sobbing into a pillow while robby fucked brutally into the boy soft cunt, holding his tightly to keep dennis from squirming away clearly enjoying the needy sobs the boy was letting out

“Please- please i’m your nephew-“

which just pulls a deeper groan out of his brother, fucking into him hard enough jack can just make out robby’s dick poking at denny’s stomach from the inside

“m’sorry, uncle robby” you pout, pushing the door open and stepping inside, your hands behind your back and head turned to the floor—embarrassed that you’d been caught.

“s’okay, i don’t mind” he’s turned to face you now, still stroking his cock at a languid pace, “you can watch if you want to, sweetheart, nothing wrong with that”

“y-yeah?” tentatively you look up, robby bites back a groan as your eyes land on his fist pumping his cock.

“course, take a seat” he nods his head to the counter space by the sink and you shuffle over to it, pulling yourself up onto it, swinging your legs as they don’t quite reach the ground while you’re watching him, heat building in your tummy.

“it’s okay, you can touch yourself too if you want, sweetheart” he smirks, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

it takes you a beat but slowly you slip your hands under the waistband of your pants again and resume your motions from before, your fingers lightly brushing over your clit, sliding through your soaked folds beneath the fabric.

“feel good?” he asks, his eyes glued to your hand between your legs.

“mhmm” you nod slowly, still watching him as he pumps his cock faster.

“think you could take your pants off for me? want to see you touching that pretty little pussy of yours, would that be okay? want to show uncle robby how you touch yourself?”

slowly you nod and pull down your pants, your hands shaking slightly as he watches you hungrily, your underwear goes down with them, discarding them in a pile on the floor.

you lean back on the counter, both feet up on it as you spread your legs wider, giving him an unobstructed view of your pussy glistening under the harsh light of the bathroom.

“fuck, such a good girl touching yourself for me, so so pretty, sweetheart” robby groans as he watches the way your fingers dance over your clit, trying to match his pace.

it doesn’t take long for you both to end up cumming at the same time in a chorus of deep grunts and soft moans, your body shakes against the cool metal of the mirror you’re leaning against.

and afterwards you go back down to join your family for dinner like nothing ever happened—but you know you’re going to get it when you go back up to your shared bedroom for the night.

uncle!robby seems to be flopping recently so i changed the title to dbf to see if that helps…even tho it’s literally the same thing dbf just seems to do better???

bruhhhhhh about came in my fucking pants writing ‘want to show uncle robby how you touch yourself’ yum yum yum yum yum 😵‍💫😵‍💫

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the guilt was eating him alive, he lay awake at night thinking about how he’d betrayed his best friend, how disgusting he was for ‘taking advantage’ of you—despite the fact that you were the one that came onto him.

so he made the decision to put a stop to it, before it went too far—which by any reasonable means it already had.

he waited for you in his usual spot, gripping the steering wheel tight as he figured out how to let you down gently. he knew how much you liked him, which is why he had to put a stop to it, it was turning into more than just sex and he couldn’t let that happen, not with you…even if he wanted to.

once you got into the car he drove you straight back to jacks house, you asked what was going on once he missed the turn you’d usually take to your secret hook up spot.

he just sighed and told you, “we can’t do this anymore, kid”

admittedly, you were crushed.

but you weren’t about to let him go that easily so you just smirked and huffed out, “yeah, okay, we’ll see about that”

he argued that it really was over, that he wouldn’t sleep with you again—again, you just nodded, smiled and gave him a chirpy “whatever you say, uncle robby”

as he watched you practically skip down the path to your porch robby got a horrible feeling that you weren’t about to make this easy for him.

he was absolutely right.

he still picked you up after school and you’d spend the entire 30 minute drive home teasing him, rubbing his leg, stretching in such a way that pushes your tits out, doing literally anything you could think of to work him up.

none of it worked, he stayed strong.

when he got home he opened his phone to see a missed message from you, he should’ve known better but he opened it anyway.

of course it was a nude picture of you, lying on your bed in front of a mirror with your ass in the air.

he threw his phone down, frustrated with your persistence, even more frustrated with himself for being so weak-willed as he looked down to see his cock had become hard instantly.

his phone pinged again after a couple of minutes, he knew not to look at it, he should’ve ignored it, but he just couldn’t help himself.

reluctantly he picked his phone up again, unlocking it to see a video you sent him—fuck.

you were in front of the mirror still, this time propped up on some pillows on your back, you were fucking yourself and moaning his name as you did it.

that almost broke him

he wanted to call you so bad, jump in his car and head over there to fuck you properly, hear you scream his name again.

but he didn’t.

he sighed, flopped down on the couch and undid his pants, taking his cock in the hand that wasn’t holding his phone and pathetically jerked himself off watching that video you sent him on repeat.

every single night was the same routine.

he’d stay strong in the car, get home to see a video of you already waiting for him in his messages, cum in his hand and fall to sleep feeling like the most pathetic man alive.

he thought so many times about giving in, one time he even made it as far as getting in the car before his brain managed to catch up to what his dick was making him do.

it was torture, but nevertheless, he persisted…and of course, so did you.

a couple of weeks later he came over to watch hockey with jack—the pair were sat on the couch, beers in hand, shouting at the tv when you appeared at the bottom of the stairs wearing a tight white tank top and some tiny pajama shorts.

your nipples poked through the almost sheer material as you’d conveniently forgotten your bra.

“hey, no, go change, we have company over” jack scolds you as you settle down on the couch between them.

robby’s couldn’t take his eyes off of you, he’d been thinking about you a lot since he saw you last, mostly when he was lying in bed with his hand wrapped around his cock watching those nightly videos you’d send him, deeply regretting his decision to end things with you.

“dad, don’t be weird, robby’s practically family, he doesn’t mind what i’m wearing, do you uncle robby?” you turn to face him, doing your best doe impression—lip gloss glistened on your lips as you pouted.

“i uh, yeah, no it’s– it’s fine” robby presses his lips together in a tight line as he attempts to tear his eyes away from your body and his heart jumps in his chest as you wink at him.

jack rolls his eyes at your disobedience but settles back on the couch anyway, he knows you well enough to know you weren’t going to give in.

you spent the entire first half of the game trying to get robby’s attention with varying degrees of success.

you’d throw your leg over his and rest your head on his shoulder, which would cause him to look down at you and subsequently look right down your tank top to your tits that were basically half out.

or you’d get up every 15 minutes or so to use the bathroom or refill your drink or grab some snacks—forcing robby to watch every time as you walked right in front of him.

your shorts were so tiny that they didn’t even cover half of your ass and if you bent over he could definitely see your whole pussy.

which you did once jack had left to use the bathroom.

“you’ve got to fucking stop” robby whispered to you, afraid jack might hear even though he was in another room.

“why? what’s the problem uncle robby? i’m just watching the game with you” you smile up at him innocently, sitting back down, pressing your body into his.

“i know what you’re doing kid, it’s not going to work, you’ve got to cut it out, your dads right next to us are you fucking crazy!?”

that wasn’t entirely true, it was very much working and if jack wasn’t home he’d of already thrown you over his shoulder, marched you up the stairs and fucked this brattiness out of you.

“yeah, okay, uncle robby” you wink at him, grazing your hand over the strained outline of his cock.

robby grabs your wrist harshly, pulling your hand off of him, “i’m being fucking serious, stop it, before your-”

“everything alright in here?” jack asks as he re-enters the room, the sound of his crutches clicking on the wooden floor filling the room.

“yeah fine, me and uncle robby were just playing a little game, he’s a very sore loser” you smirk as robby drops your hand, red fingerprints bloom on your skin.

the rest of the game went by torturously slowly for robby, again you spent the whole time teasing him, touching him, trying to get him all riled up.

he breathed a sigh of relief once the game ended, finally he could escape this hell that you had created for him—or so he thought, until jack offered him the spare bedroom since he’d been drinking all night and couldn’t possibly drive home.

and he could tell by the mischievous glint in your eye that his torment wasn’t over, not by a long shot.

it wasn’t even 10 minutes after robby got settled in bed that his phone pinged, he didn’t even have to look to know it was you sending your damn videos.

and just like always he sighed as he opened it.

it was a picture of you, you’d taken it from above and got your whole body in it, you were naked of course.

robby closed his phone and put it on silent, this was too dangerous, you were far too close, he couldn’t risk having another weak moment again—not when you were only in the room next door.

later on in the night robby needed to use the bathroom, he thought if he was quiet enough you wouldn’t know he was awake and he could sneak back into bed without being caught by you.

and he thought he’d gotten away with it until he was on his way back and saw you stood leaning in the doorway of your bedroom, your completely naked body only lit by the orange glow of your bedside lamp.

robby checks over his shoulder before quickly stomping over to you, terrified that jack might come out and see his best friend out in the hall with his naked daughter.

“what the fuck are you doing!?” robby whispers harshly, standing in front of you, shielding you from any potential view.

“i can’t sleep, uncle robby” you pout, turning your foot inwards, twirling your hair around your finger.

“are you fucking crazy? standing the hallway naked like that, get in your room” he demands, giving you a stern warning look but you just smirk at him.

“what are you afraid my dad might come out and see us? that would be something, wouldn’t it? what if i just shouted him right now? wouldn’t that be so funny”

robby’s eyes widen, “don’t you dare, kid, i’m being serious, you better-”

“DA-” you start but robby’s hand is over your mouth in an instant and he’s pulling you into your room with one arm around your waist, pushing you down onto the bed.

he stepped back and took in the sight of lying on your bed, you looked so soft and small and slightly scared, and in that moment any resolve he had left crumbled away.

“on the bed, in the middle” he instructs and for a second you don’t move, you really didn’t think he’d give in, not after this long.

“i said, get on the bed, kid, now” he repeats, his tone harsher.

this time you obey, scrambling to the middle of the bed as robby makes quick work of undressing himself.

he’s on you in seconds, his hands roaming your body, grabbing and pawing at your soft skin. he presses hot, wet open mouthed kisses to your neck and chest, marking his way down your body.

you writhe underneath him, softly moaning his name.

“is this what you wanted? happy now? jeez, you’re such a needy little thing, can’t go a couple of weeks without taking my cock, huh?” his words are so condescending they’d hurt if they weren’t true, but you were way too desperate for him to even care.

“like you haven’t been dying to fuck me too, come on uncle robby, i know what you do when i send you those little videos. so pathetic, jerking yourself off to me on a screen when you could’ve just had the real thing this whole time” you jeer back and that earns a gruff laugh from robby.

“yeah, well i guess we’re both as fucked up as each other, aren’t we?” he remarks as he drags his heavy cock through your soaked folds a couple of times, gathering your slick to lube himself up before he lines himself up at your already dripping entrance.

“that’s why we work so well together, silly, you need me, i need you. let’s face it, you can sleep with as many other women as you want but you know that they’ll never compare to me, and i don’t want anyone b-but, fuck! but you” you moan as he pushes himself in, not even giving you time to readjust to his size—he was way too fucking desperate for that, and so were you.

“yeah? don’t want anyone but me? gonna be my needy little girl forever, huh?” he groans, dropping his head against your shoulder as he pistons his hips at a furious pace.

he’d forgotten how good it felt, how warm and tight your pussy was, how well you take his cock—he wasn’t going to last.

“yes, fuck please, please uncle robby, wanna be yours forever” you whine, digging your nails into the meat of his shoulders.

his pace was relentless, the obscene sound of skin slapping and your joint moaning filled the room, luckily jack was a heavy sleeper.

“you’re such a good fucking girl, always take my cock so well, like you were fucking made f’me, my perfect girl” he bites into your shoulder to hold back his increasing groaning, he was getting close.

you pulled your knees up high to your chest, the new angle was blindingly good, white hot flames arose in your stomach as you neared your own orgasm.

“fuck, uncle robby, feels s’fucking good, want y’to fill me up, please, want you to cum inside of me so bad”

that was all you had to say to bring him tumbling right over the edge, his pace became frantic as he spilled himself inside of you, his breath hot against your shoulder as he cried out your name over and over again.

you didn’t reach your own orgasm, but you didn’t mind, you knew there was plenty more opportunities ahead of you.

“i told you” you huff out as you catch your breath, robby collapses beside you, wiping his sweat-slick forehead with the back of his hand.

“wh-what?” he breathes raggedly beside you, his soft tummy heaving as he too tries to regain the air he’d lost.

“when you said this wouldn’t happen again, i said ‘we’ll see’ remember? i knew you couldn’t stay away from me” you giggle as you turn onto your side to face him, robby just rolls his eyes and gives you an exhausted, fucked out smile.

“well, you didn’t exactly make it easy for me, kid”

“you put up a good fight, i’ll give you that” you laugh, wrapping your arm over his tummy as you nuzzle into his damp chest.

“hope you know that this is it now, there’s no getting rid of me” he sighs as he tucks a stray piece of hair from your face, softly kissing the top of your head.

“good, i don’t want anybody else but you…uncle robby”

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you woke up to the sound of 80’s ‘dad-rock’ blaring throughout the house, you knew that could only mean one thing—your favourite uncle robby was here. 

jumping out of bed in just a small white tank top and tiny pajama shorts that did very little to cover your ass, you made your way downstairs following the music all the way through to the kitchen where you were met with the sight of robby leaning over under the kitchen sink, doing god knows what with some tools.

he hadn’t noticed you yet so you took a moment to really take him in. it had been a good year or two since you saw him last and you started to wonder if he’d always looked so hot…maybe it was the way he had the sleeves of his brown plaid shirt rolled up just above his elbows, or maybe it was the way his hair was slightly messed up from where he must’ve ran his hand through it before—whatever it was, it was really doing something for you.

“hey uncle robby” you speak up after a couple minutes of ogling him, the sudden familiar voice cutting through the music made him jump slightly, hitting his head on the top of the cupboard he was half in.

“shit, hey kid, didn’t know you were here, did i wake you?” he asks, rubbing where he just hit his head before pausing his music.

you let out a breathy little giggle, his heart jumps in his chest at the sound

robby had always thought you were incredibly pretty, so sweet too and he had always had just a little thing for you, though he knew he could never act on it—not with you being his best friends daughter, but that fact didn’t stop him from thinking about you though.

you noticed immediately the way his eyes scanned your body up and down, the way they lingered just a little too long where your nipples were poking through your thin tank top, the material almost sheer enough that you were sure robby could probably make out the colour of them—he absolutely could.

“yeah, you kinda did, it’s okay though” you smile, rolling back and forth on your heels, your tits bouncing softly as your body sways. 

robby can’t take his eyes off you, as though he were stuck in a trance.

he tried to ignore the way his hardening cock began to twitch in his jeans, and he hoped to god that you didn’t notice…but you did.

your eyes flickered to the growing tent in his jeans for only a second, butterflies danced low in your belly as you thought about how wrong it was, robby was your dads best friend, almost double your age and practically family…but that only made it more enticing to you.

“i’m sorry sweetheart, your dad said the sink was blocked so he asked if i would sort it while he’s away” robby explains, trying once again to look anywhere but at your tits that were practically screaming at him to look at them as they spilled over your top.

“oh yeah, i think i put something in there that i wasn’t supposed to” you smile at him, though a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips as you realise the double meaning of your words.

robby notices the double entendre too, but thinks to himself that he must’ve imagined it, his mind too far in the gutter—you couldn’t possibly be flirting with him, right?

“it’s okay, should be an easy fix” he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly.

“need any help?” you ask as you shuffle beside him, sinking to your knees—your so much smaller than him that he can see right down your top from his position above you, and he can’t take his eyes off the soft swell of your breasts as they heave with the rise and fall of your chest.

robby tries to speak but he can’t, any and all appropriate words failing him in that moment, the growing erection tightening his jeans was getting harder for him to ignore, so tight and strained against the unforgiving material, it was getting uncomfortable but he knew there was absolutely nothing that he could do about it. 

it’s not like he could just grab his dick and rearrange himself right in front of you.

“uncle robby?” your soft voice pulls him out of his thoughts and he swallows hard, still at a loss for words.

“i said, need any help?” you repeat, placing a small hand over the strained tent in his jeans, he shudders as you wrap your fingers around the thick outline of him.

“what are you- we can’t, you can’t, this isn’t” he stumbles over his words as you palm him over his pants, you feel his cock twitching beneath your finger tips.

“shhh, i want this, i want you, uncle robby” you smile up at him sweetly, flashing him your soft doe-eyes through your long lashes.

“you don’t, sweetheart” he breathes out as you undo his belt, the sound of his metal buckle clacking fills the otherwise silent kitchen.

“i do, i really want you, i wanna make you feel good” you whine, popping the button of his jeans.

he knows he should stop you, should make some attempt to do the right thing, but he just can’t find the strength to—i mean you’re so young and pretty, and you’re practically begging for him, how could he possibly say no to that?

“pleaseeeeee, uncle robby” you pout dramatically, jutting out your bottom lip and making your eyes irresistibly puppy-like.

robby weighs up the options in his head, he could say no and lose this once in a lifetime opportunity but keep his self respect, or…

“okay, fuck okay, yeah, fuck it” he rasps, jumping up and leaning against the kitchen counter in front of you, shoving his jeans down to mid-thigh along with his underwear.

his aching cock springs free and he lulls his head back from the relief of no longer being confined to his jean-clad prison.

“fuck…” you mutter under your breath as you take in the sheer size of him, you had felt he was big through his pants but severely underestimated just how big.

you wrap both hands around him, your fingertips don’t touch and you gulp nervously as you stare wide-eyed at him.

“what’s the matter, sweetheart? never seen a cock this big before, huh?” robby chuckles, caressing the side of your face, his large palm covering it completely.

you shake your head and suck your bottom lip into your mouth—maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all…

“that’s okay, i think you know what to do, don’t you?” he wraps up your hair around his fist, making a makeshift ponytail and he pushes your face closer to his cock.

figuring you’d already come this far, you couldn’t back out now so tentatively you licked one long stripe along the underside of his shaft, all the way up from his balls to his tip.

robby inhales sharply and his grip in your hair tightens as you swirl your tongue around his head, the salty almost bitter taste of pre-cum hits your tongue and you swallow it down, continuing to work your tongue around him—chasing more of that taste.

“so fucking pretty sweetheart, being s’fucking good for your uncle robby” he mutters mindlessly as you wrap your lips around his head, hollowing out your cheeks, sucking and licking as you sink your mouth down half-way—his dick’s so big he’s already grazing the back of your throat.

you hum around him, his filthy words make your stomach drop, like that feeling you get on a rollercoaster, it only spurs you on.

you take him down all the way, your nose pressed right up against the dark, coarse hair at his base, robby holds your head there for only a second before he pulls you all the way off—the warm, tight feeling of your throat closing around his cock was almost too much, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last very long.

“god, your pretty little mouth feels so fucking good, baby” he groans as you flick the sensitive underside of his head with your tongue before taking him back in your mouth again.

your hands twist slightly around the couple of inches of him that won’t fit in your mouth, moving in time with the bobbing of your head—you were so completely lost in the moment that you almost missed the ringing of robby’s phone on the floor.

you look over to it out the corner of your eye, ‘brother (jack)’ the screen reads and without thinking you grab the phone and slide the screen to answer the call before hurriedly shoving it into robby’s free hand—your mouth still stuffed full of his cock as you hear jack’s muffled voice come through the speaker.

robby’s eyes widen in horror as he realises what you just did, he couldn’t possibly talk to jack while his daughters lips are wrapped around his cock, but he couldn’t hang up now, it would be way too suspicious.

“hey man, yeah i’m here, oh yeah should be an easy fix, no i haven’t managed to fix it yet, i haven’t got round to it, yeah she distracted me” he laughs nervously as he looks down at you, a devilish glint flashes in your eyes as you take him all the way down your throat again, making absolutely no effort to quiet the obscene gagging sound as you choke on his cock.

“fuck!” robby curses through gritted teeth, covering the mic on his phone as he flashes you a stern look, a silent warning to be quiet, but you just ignore him, gagging over and over again as you use his cock to fuck your throat.

“no yeah, she’s fine, yes she’s being good, no she’s really no trouble at all, she’s a sweet girl, yeah you raised her well” robby’s eyes screw shut and his hand flattens on the back of your head, gripping as he holds you down.

your eyes well up with tears immediately as saliva fills your mouth, spilling from the corners and dripping down your chin and chest. you try desperately to breathe through your nose, your hands grip his thighs hard, nails digging into his skin as you fight for your breath.

“yeah don’t worry, i’ll make sure she behaves herself, yeah, anyway, better get back to it, i’ll let you know when i’m done, yeah, yeah, uh huh, talk later, bye, bye” robby hurriedly ends the call, triple checking he’d actually hung up before pulling you all the way off of him.

you gasp repeatedly, trying to catch your breath back, your spit-slick chest heaving as the air you had lost refilled your lungs.

robby grabs a fistful of your hair hard, yanking your head, forcing you to look up at him—he couldn’t look any more pissed off if he tried.

“think that was funny? answering the phone to your dad whilst your pretty little mouth is stuffed full of my cock? what the fuck were you thinking!?”

“m’sorry, uncle robby” you pout, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes.

“such a nasty little girl, turned you on didn’t it? sucking my old cock while your dad was listening” he jeers, grabbing his cock and dragging his tip across your glistening lips, smearing his pre-cum and your saliva all over, making such a mess of you, ruining you. 

you stick out your tongue and he rolls his eyes, “such a greedy little thing, so desperate to taste my cum? is that what you want? want your uncle robby to fill up this pretty little mouth of yours, sweetheart?” it wasn’t even really a question, he knew exactly what you wanted.

you nod eagerly, your tits bouncing as you do so and robby strokes the side of your face with his free hand as he pushes his dick just past your lips, “you’re going to swallow every last drop of my cum aren’t you? least you could do to make up for that little stunt you pulled”

your hands grip his thighs again as he thrusts in and out, you flatten out your tongue feeling every ridge and vein of his cock as he fucks your warm, soft mouth. your eyes burn with tears as he hits the back of your already sore throat repeatedly, muttering obscene curses as he fall off the edge.

it takes him no time at all to cum, filling your mouth with thick, hot ropes of his cum—that whole phone call situation had turned him on more than he’d like to admit.

you try and swallow all of it down, but it’s so much it’s impossible and sticky, white streams spill from the corners of your lips, dripping down your chin.

your eyes don’t leave his as he finishes inside of you, he can’t stand how fucking hot you look with your cheeks puffed out, barely able to contain the mess he’d spilled inside of your mouth.

he pulls out, swiping his leaking tip across your lips once more, painting them with his cum, it’s borderline pornagraphic and a sight he’ll never forget.

“such a good girl, taking all of my cum, swallowing it all like the needy little slut you are” he huffs, crouching down so he’s eye level with you.

he takes two fingers and collects what escaped your lips earlier, making sure to get every last bit before he’s smirking at you, “open up” he commands and you obey immediately, swirling your tongue and sucking his fingers when he shoves them in your mouth, swallowing every last drop of what he’s feeding you.

“your dad was right, he did raise you well” he chuckles, kissing your sweat-slick forehead, “but your my little girl now, got it?”

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his eyes widened and he jerked his head away from the wall, you were masturbating in the room next to him.

immediately he felt embarrassed, you were his best friends kid, he’d known you basically your whole life, you wouldn’t want him to be listening to you doing something so intimate, he shouldn’t…

but then again…you did know he was in the bedroom right next to yours, you surely knew how thin the walls were…maybe you did want him to listen…

or at least that’s how he justified it to himself as he scooted closer to the wall, putting his ear right up to it, rubbing his hand over his cock through his pajama bottoms.

he could hear everything.

every moan, every sigh, and if he listened hard enough he swore he could hear the unmistakable wet sound of you fucking yourself with your dildo.

your bed creaked as you made quick work of undoing yourself, the squeaking of your metal bed frame getting faster and more frequent as you got closer and closer to your orgasm.

robby didn’t dare actually get his cock out to jerk himself off, he figured if he could hear you then you’d definitely be able to hear him so he just lightly palmed himself over his pants, it wasn’t enough to relieve his aching erection, but it’d have to do.

the creaking and your whining got faster and louder, you turned up the setting on your vibrator, and to robby’s great surprise you came as the words “oh fuck! ffff robby, shit, s’good” fell from your lips.

he sat bolt upright, his eyes wide and heart racing in his chest.

you said, no screamed his name as you came.

robby thought he must’ve imagined it, there was no way that you were fucking yourself while thinking of him…he must’ve been losing it, too turned on to think straight.

silence filled both rooms as your movements seized, but even though you had finished, robby hadn’t, he was still hard as a fucking rock and it was becoming unbearable.

he just had to do something about his erection if he had any hope of falling asleep, so he hopped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom down the hall, you wouldn’t be able to hear him from down there.

you wouldn’t know he was jerking himself off to the thought of what just happened.

but when he stepped out of his room panic washed over him as he bumped into you, literally.

“shit” you both curse under your breath at the same time, robby opened his eyes and looked down at you, one hand was on his bare chest to stabilise yourself, the other you quickly hid behind your back.

robby stepped back, his eyes about popping out of his head as he looked you over. you had thrown on only a long t-shirt to cover yourself as you dashed down the hall, you didn’t think anyone was awake.

you pressed your thighs together as he looked you up and down and really regretted not putting on any underwear.

“sorry, uncle robby, i didn’t think anyone was awake” you look down at the floor, keeping the hand your sex toys were in firmly behind your back.

“s’okay, uh, me neither” robby lied, still unable to take his eyes off you.

“i was just uh…” you nod your head in the direction of the bathroom.

“yeah me too, you can go first” he steps out of your way to let you past and you go to move but remember what you’re hiding behind your back and that if you walk past him he’d see them—not that he didn’t already know what you were hiding, but you didn’t know that.

“oh no, please, you go first, uncle robby” you smile at him awkwardly, heat flushing your cheeks as your eyes land on his shirtless chest.

you let your eyes wander down, taking in every detail of him, the soft roundness of his tummy, the way his nipples had hardened under your gaze, the dark fuzzy trail of hair the lines his stomach.

then your eyes land on the huge tent in his pajama bottoms.

quickly you avert your eyes to the floor, embarrassed about the situation that was unfolding, the heat that you had just worked so hard to get rid of rose in your tummy again.

robby noticed your awkwardness and followed your eyes down his body, fuck, he’d forgotten about that.

“y’know what, yeah, i will go first, sorry, uh, hope you uh-, hope you sleep well, kid” he stumbles over his words awkwardly as he rushes to the bathroom, one hand on the back of his flushed hot neck.

“yeah, you too, uncle robby” you smirk after him, making your way back to your bedroom to relieve that tight, warm feeling in your stomach again.

this was going to be a long night.

funny to imagine them stuck in an endless loop of getting off to the sound of each other, running into each other, having to get off again over and over

think they should just get over it and help each other out 🙂‍↕️

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your heart stops in your chest and you’re frozen in place as you’re greeted with the sight of your dad stood before you in robby’s living room.

fuck.

“shit, dad…” it’s all you can manage to get in before he starts flying off the handle, he doesn’t even have to ask why you’re there, doesn’t ask what’s going on—he already knows, he can tell by the fucked out expression on your face and the way your hair is all messed up.

he’s shouting, getting in robby’s face.

robby just stands there taking it, he knew what he was doing doing with you was wrong, he knew what would happen if your dad found out, he knew he deserved this.

you’re still frozen in place, you can’t move, your feet won’t let you and tears stream down your face as you watch your whole world collapse right in front of you.

“mike, what the fuck is wrong with you!? she’s just a fucking kid!” your dad screams, his face already burning red, his fists balled up at his side.

robby doesn’t say anything, there’s nothing he can say to justify what he’s done, there’s no words to excuse his betrayal.

“i’m not a fucking kid!” you shout back from your spot by the bedroom door.

your dad turns to you, and despite the anger written all over his face there’s something else in his eyes—disappointment, and you know that’s reserved for you.

he doesn’t even address you, he can’t, he doesn’t even want to look at you, he can’t look at you without thinking about what you’ve been doing with his best friend who’s over double your age.

his little girl and his best friend!? it’s fucking sick.

more harsh words fly robby’s way, robby doesn’t argue, just lets him say what he needs to, a deep pit burns in his stomach as he realises the gravity of what he’s done, and the fact he can never take it back.

before you even realise what’s going on you’re being grabbed by your wrist, your feet barely able to catch up with your body as you’re dragged from your spot to the front door.

you scream, try to protest, tell him that you’re not going anywhere, you want to stay with robby—he doesn’t listen.

and all you can do is watch in horror as you turn to face robby and all he does is looks away, he can’t even look you in the face, can’t defend you, can’t stop you from being taken from him.

he doesn’t even put up a fight and that’s what hurts the most, he just lets you go just like that.

like he didn’t even care enough to try.

he just watched as you cried and screamed for him, his heart breaking in his chest as the greatest thing that ever happened to him slips out of his grasp.

how’s a little bit of angst on this fine saturday? it’s good for the soul 🙂‍↕️

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