When you woke up, you didn't smell John's cigar or the smell of breakfast cooking, which made you pout. You hated to admit it, but you'd gotten attached to your boyfriend in an almost codependent way. It was entirely his fault, and had been his plan all along, but you didn't need to know that.
You slowly crawl out of bed, the nightgown John had bought you brushing against your thighs. It was a simple plain slip, just like all the others, but it always made you feel cute. Special. John didn't ask if you had wanted the nightgowns. He had just bought them for you; he didn't ask if you wanted your steak cut up; he just made sure it was when he gave it to you.
Just like he didn't ask if you needed a babysitter for the weekend; he had just left one with you.
"Uncle Nik!" You squeal once you see him, leaning lazily against the kitchen counter as he drinks his tea. He chuckles when you all but pounced on him, arms wound tight around his neck. "I didn't know you were coming to visit!"
"Your Dad didn't tell you?" He presses his hand to your lower back, slowly wandering down. He squeezes your bottom, letting out a disappointed sigh when he realizes you aren't wearing any panties. "Do you always sleep bare?" He murmurs as he flips up the back of your nightgown, relishing in the squeak you let out.
"It's summer, Nik! I get sweaty at night." You protest, gasping when he spreads your cheeks apart. "Uncle Nik, stop.." You whimper in embarrassment, breath hitching when his calloused finger trails between your folds.
"Does your Dad know you sleep bare? All exposed like a dirty girl?" He chuckles as he slowly flicks your clit back and forth with his index finger. "That you cling onto your uncle with a wet cunt, already ready for taking?" He grabs your head, forcing you to stare at him.
"Sometimes Dad wants to have me when he can't sleep." You admit, shoot up onto your toes when he pinches your clit roughly. He forces his knee between your legs, leaning up against the counter for leverage. Your clit brushes roughly against the fabric of his jeans, one of his fingers prodding at your hole.
"Still doesn't explain why you cling to your Dad's best friend with no panties on. Did you want me to do this? Hmm? To treat you like the dirty girl you are?" Your breath hitches when two of his fingers press deep inside you. The burn of the stretch was perfect, a small moan breaking free from your throat.
"Mm, I was right." He chuckles, fingers pumping faster as he grinds your hips down onto his thigh. "I'll make sure you remember to put your panties on before you leave your room, yeah? What if your brothers had been here? Would you have flaunted yourself for them as well?"
"No! No, Uncle Nik!" You plea as you writhe in his grip. He was unrelenting, fingers pressing against your sweet spot brutally. You clench around his fingers as an oragsm ripples through you, soaking the denim underneath you.
"You're lucky they aren't here. Hungry boys, they are... they would've loved a look at this sweet cunt early in the morning." He purrs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Stop squirming, girl... Let Uncle Nik teach you a lesson."
