r

can't be sleeping by past 7 am, darling," Uncle Lance's d

e body was banging in pain like I had been running a marathon

ce opened my curtains. I turned around and raised the duvet

half-yelled and r

folded my duvet. He was wearing a white singlet, and a

om his cock. When I finally trailed my gaze to his upper body, hi

t, darling," he asked, and I tucked

t. Why?"

ing about? I never said

smile was so perfect. His perfectly arrang

ade my heart fluster

ed towards the door. I scoffed. "I'd rather have you for breakfast instead,"

I shook my head, gulping down the contents of my m

his voice called out, more li

t a cold liquid touch my arms. I paused and looked down, and I rea

y lips pressed into a thin line. How did I wet my pants? What did I dream of

mouth as I realized that Uncle Lance had seen m

my head around it, and for a moment, I felt so ashamed. I

ast, but Uncle Lance and Serena were not present. I tipt

ved the combo. I dipped my finger into the sa

learn a lot from her. I was raving and hungry, and I couldn't

e door wasn't properly locked. I took a peep and saw Serena bent o

r shaking and trying to readjust, but Lance wasn't backing down. She scre

bury her long nails into his thick skin. "Please

usts never stopped. Despite her cry and pleas, he was determined to fuck her b

Lance choking me with his hands and his dominant eyes piercing into m

I could to keep silent and not get their attention, but I do

pen. I opened my mouth wide, trying to stop my cum, but I

th was fast. I was panting heavi

thought. Masturbating with Uncle Lance, in my mind, was a

a s

l pounding Serena non-stop. She had gone silent, I couldn't tell if she passe

a floor washer, and cleaned up my mess on

oom for a few minutes,

f the room all alone. He was sweating profusely. His s

roat and turned back to t

t have to wait for me you know," he said

following behind. I was curious, so I asked.

s brow. "Oh! Don't worry about her. She'll eat whe

meant. For a second, I wished I could walk

Serena's shoes. I wanted him. I wanted all of him. I w

my head. "What are you thinki

ber? You can do whatever you want with him, don't let your morals hol

al airplane crash took out his whole family. After the accident, Lance retired from the militar

rothers, my father and Uncle Lan

e was munching his bread carelessly. T

led in silence. Uncle Lance was no longer the Uncle whose p