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My hand moved without conscious thought. I slid it straight down the front of my panties and found my clit already slick and swollen, aching for friction. I rubbed in tight, desperate circles, biting the inside of my cheek to stay silent, eyes locked on that thick uncle cock as he stroked himself under the spray. My fingers slipped lower, pushing into my own wet heat, fucking myself in time with his hand. The wet sound of my cunt was soft but unmistakable in the quiet of the bathroom. I was so close, right on the ragged edge of cuming, when a soft, helpless moan slipped out of me. Louder than I meant. Louder than the water could hide.

His head turned.

Our eyes locked through the fogged glass.

For one frozen second neither of us moved. Then I bolted.

I threw myself face-down onto my bed, heart hammering, hand still buried in my soaked panties, frantically rubbing my clit as if I could outrun what had just happened by cuming hard enough. My hips ground into the mattress. My breath came in short, shaky gasps. I was so close, so fucking close,

The shower cut off.

Footsteps in the hall.

Then his voice, low and rough with amusement, right at the open doorway of my room.

“Did you enjoy the show, Lacy?”

I lifted my head, face burning, fingers still moving between my legs like I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. He stood there dripping, a white towel hanging loosely from one hand, completely naked otherwise. Water ran in slow rivulets down his chest, over the ridges of his stomach, down to the thick, heavy cock that stood straight out from his body, flushed dark and shiny, a clear bead of precum already gathering at the tip and threatening to drip.

He smirked, eyes dropping to the way my hand was still working under the thin fabric of my panties. “Watching your uncle stroke his cock… rubbing your little cunt while you peeked through the door like a filthy little voyeur. How long were you standing there? Long enough to get yourself nice and wet?”

I swallowed hard, still touching myself, unable to stop. “Long enough,” I whispered. “I was so close…”

He stepped fully into the room and let the towel fall to the floor. His cock bobbed with the movement, thick and heavy. “You should have just joined me. Dropped those panties right there on the bathroom floor and gotten on your knees under the spray so I could fuck that pretty throat while the water ran down your tits. I would have fed you every inch until you gagged and cried and came with my cock stuffed in your mouth.”

A broken little sound escaped me. I smiled, breathless, still stroking my clit. “Next time… I just might. I was so close to coming just from watching you.”

He closed the distance between us in three long strides. The mattress dipped under his weight as he climbed onto the bed. Strong hands yanked my panties down my thighs and off in one rough motion. My bra followed, tossed aside without care. His mouth crashed onto mine, tongue shoving deep, tasting me like he’d been starving for it for years. I moaned into the kiss, spreading my legs wide in invitation, already shameless.

“Fuck,” he growled against my mouth, pulling back just enough to look down between my thighs. He dragged two rough fingers through my dripping slit and held them up so I could see how shiny they were, how they glistened with my arousal. “Look at this dripping little cunt. Soaked just from watching your uncle Dales cock. You dirty little slut. You were fucking yourself with these pretty fingers while you watched me stroke it, weren’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, hips lifting toward his hand. “I was rubbing my clit and shoving my fingers in my hole thinking about that lovely cock. Please, fuck me. Please, ”

He climbed higher, kneeling over my chest, and fed that fat juicy cock between my lips without another word. The taste of him, clean soap and salt and something darker, muskier, flooded my mouth. “Open wide and suck it,” he ordered, voice rough. “Show me how badly you want to choke on uncle’s dick. Gag on it. Make a mess. I want spit running down your chin and tears in your eyes.”

I opened as wide as I could and took him deep. The thick head bumped the back of my throat almost immediately. I gagged hard, eyes watering, but I didn’t pull away. Spit ran down my chin and onto my bare chest. I bobbed, sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks, working my tongue along the thick vein on the underside while he held my head and fed me more. His hand tangled in my hair, forcing me deeper until my nose pressed against the dark hair at the base of his cock and I couldn’t breathe.

“That’s it… fucking throat that cock,” he groaned, hips rolling in shallow thrusts. “Good girl. Look at you, choking on your uncle’s dick like a filthy little cumslut. Spit all over it. Make it nice and wet so I can shove it in that tight little cunt. You want that, don’t you? Want uncle to stretch this pretty pussy open?”

I moaned around him, the sound vibrating along his shaft, eyes streaming. When he finally pulled free, a thick string of spit connected my swollen lips to the glistening head of his cock. I gasped for air, chin wet, tits heaving.

He shoved my thighs apart with rough hands and buried his face between them without warning. His tongue dragged long and slow over my clit, then pushed deep into my hole, fucking me with it in wet, filthy thrusts. I cried out, hips bucking up against his mouth.

“Oh fuck, Uncle Dale, yes, lick my cunt, eat that pussy, don’t stop, suck my clit, please, ”

He growled against me, the vibration making me shudder, and sucked my clit hard between his lips while two thick fingers curled inside me, pumping deep and searching. “Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he muttered against my soaked folds. “Your uncle’s gonna drink every drop when you cum on my tongue. Flood my mouth, you filthy slut. Cum for me. Cum all over your uncle’s face.”

I shattered. My thighs clamped around his head, my back arched hard off the bed, and a broken cry tore out of me as the orgasm ripped through me. He removed his fingers and clamped his lips on my cunt. Juices flooded his mouth; I felt him drinking them down, tongue still working, dragging the climax out until I was whimpering and twitching and trying to pull away from the over stimulation.

He didn’t let me.

He rose onto his knees, wiped his shiny mouth with his hand, and lined his spit-slick cock up with my dripping entrance. The head nudged against my hole, hot and heavy.

“Ready to take uncle’s cock, Lacy?” he asked, voice low and rough. “Ready to feel this big dick stretch your little cunt open until you can’t walk straight? Tell me how bad you want it.”

“Please,” I begged, lifting my hips, trying to push myself onto him. “Fuck me. Stretch my cunt open. I need your cock buried inside me. Ruin me. Please, Uncle Dale, fuck me, ”

He pushed in slow and deep, every thick inch forcing me open. The stretch burned in the best way, full, overwhelming, perfect. I moaned long and loud as he bottomed out, balls pressed tight against my ass, the head of him kissing the deepest part of me.

“Christ, you’re tight,” he groaned, forehead dropping against mine for a moment. “Squeezing my cock like a fucking vice. This pretty little hole was made for dick, wasn’t it? Made to take every inch and milk it dry.”

“Yes….fuck….it was….don’t stop….fuck me hard….use my cunt….please….”

He hooked my legs over his broad shoulders, folding me nearly in half, and started pounding. Deep, heavy thrusts that made the bed frame slam against the wall with every stroke. The wet, filthy sound of his cock driving into my soaked cunt filled the room. Every thrust dragged over that sweet, swollen spot inside me until I was screaming, nails raking down his back.

“Harder….fuck my cunt harder….pound my pussy….fill me up with cum….please, Uncle….”

“You want uncle’s cum, Lacy?” he snarled, hips snapping harder. “Want me to pump this tight little pussy full until it’s leaking down your thighs? Want to walk around the rest of the day with your uncle’s load dripping out of you so everyone can smell how thoroughly you’ve been fucked?”

“Yes! Please….cum inside me….fill my cunt….flood me….I want to feel it dripping out….I want to be full of you….”

He fucked me through two more orgasms, relentless, before he buried himself to the hilt one last time and groaned long and low, thick ropes of hot cum flooding me in heavy pulses. I felt every spurt, every throb, felt my cunt milking him for more as he filled me. When he finally pulled free, a thick river of his cum immediately leaked out of my used hole and down the crack of my ass.

“Look at that,” he muttered, pushing two fingers into my creampied cunt and scooping some of his cum out to smear over my swollen clit. “Uncle’s cum leaking out of his niece’s used hole. Perfect. Fucking perfect.”

We spent the entire afternoon like that, fucking, sucking, switching positions until the sheets were a wrecked, soaked mess and my thighs were sticky with his cum and my own juices. He came in my mouth next, holding my head still with both hands while he flooded my throat with thick, salty ropes.

“Swallow every fucking drop,” he ordered, voice rough with pleasure. “Don’t waste uncle’s cum. Good girl… drink it all down. Show me how much you love the taste of your uncle’s load.”

I swallowed greedily, eyes watering, and opened my mouth afterward to show him it was gone. He groaned in approval and flipped me onto all fours. One hand wrapped around my throat from behind, the other spanked my ass hard enough to leave stinging red prints while he slammed his still hard cock back into my cunt from behind.

“Look at this ass bouncing while I fuck you,” he growled, landing another sharp spank. “Such a perfect little slut. Tell me how much you love getting used by your uncle. Tell me what a dirty whore you are for this cock.”

“I love it, I love getting my cunt fucked by my uncle’s big cock, I’m your dirty little fuck-toy, use me however you want, spank me, fuck me harder, I’m your whore, ”

He did. For hours. Until my voice was hoarse and my cunt was swollen and overflowing and I could barely hold myself up on shaking arms.

That night, when the rest of the house was finally asleep and the only sound was the distant tick of the hallway clock, I slipped out of my bed in nothing but a thin white nightgown that barely reached mid-thigh. My bare feet were silent on the carpet as I padded down the hall to the spare room. The door was unlocked. I pushed it open and slipped inside, closing it quietly behind me.

He was still awake, already hard under the covers, as if he’d been waiting. The moonlight through the thin curtains painted silver stripes across his chest. I climbed onto the bed, straddled his hips, and pulled the nightgown off over my head in one smooth motion, leaving myself completely bare above him.

“Missed this already?” he whispered, large hands settling on my hips, thumbs stroking the soft skin there.

“I need more,” I whispered back, reaching between us to wrap my fingers around his thick cock and guide it to my still-slick entrance. I sank down slowly, taking every inch with a soft, broken moan. “I want you in every hole tonight. My mouth, my cunt, my ass, fill all of them. Use me until I can’t take anymore.”

He grinned up at me in the dark, his expression pure filth. “Greedy little cum-dump. Ride that cock, then. Bounce on your uncle’s dick until you cum all over it. Make a mess on me.”

I did. I rode him hard, hands braced on his chest, hips rolling and slamming down, the wet slap of my cunt taking him over and over filling the quiet room. He met every downward thrust with an upward snap of his hips, driving deeper, until I came with a muffled cry, cunt fluttering and clenching around him.

When he finally let me up, he pushed me onto my back, crawled up my body, and fed his hard, slick cock into my open mouth.

“Taste that?” he murmured, watching me with dark eyes as I licked and sucked. “That’s your cunt juice on that cock. Lick it clean. Get it nice and wet for your ass. You’re going to take me there next, aren’t you, baby? Going to let uncle stretch that tight little hole?”

I moaned around him in answer, sucking harder, tasting the mingled salt of my own arousal and his precum. When he was shiny with my spit, he flipped me over onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and spat directly onto my tight little asshole. The warm wetness made me shiver. Two thick fingers pushed inside slowly, working me open while I whimpered into the pillow.

“Relax,” he murmured, voice low and soothing even as his fingers scissored inside my ass. “Uncle’s gonna fuck this pretty ass tonight. Gonna stretch this tight little hole until it takes every inch of his cock. You want that, don’t you? Want to feel uncle’s dick buried in your ass while you cum?”

“Yes,” I whispered, pushing back against his fingers. “Please, fuck my ass, stretch me open, I need it, ”

He withdrew his fingers, lined up the head of his cock, and pushed in slow. The head stretched me wide; the burn was sharp and perfect. I shook and moaned into the mattress as he worked deeper, inch by thick inch, until he was buried to the hilt in my ass, balls pressed against my cunt.

“Fuck… so tight,” he groaned, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. “Your ass is gripping me like it never wants to let go. Take it, Lacy. Take every inch of your uncle’s cock in this tight little ass.”

He started thrusting, long, steady strokes that made me see stars. One hand reached under me to rub my swollen clit in tight circles while he fucked my ass deeper, harder. The dual sensation was overwhelming. I came hard, clenching so tightly he cursed and drove in deep one final time, unloading hot and thick inside my ass until I felt it pulsing and leaking out around his cock when he finally pulled free.

“Look at that,” he said, voice thick with satisfaction, spreading my cheeks with both hands so he could watch his cum drip from my used hole. “Uncle’s cum leaking out of his niece’s ass. Perfect little cumslut. Both holes fucked and messy for me.”

We kept that up for months whenever I was visiting.

Quiet nights when the house was dark and still. Stolen afternoons when Mum and my stepdad were out. Sometimes I’d wake to find him already in my bed, already hard, already pushing into me from behind while he murmured filthy praise against the back of my neck. Sometimes I’d slip into his room after midnight and climb on top of him without a word, sinking down onto his cock and riding him until we both came. He fucked my cunt, my mouth, my ass, sometimes all three in a single night, until I was a trembling, cum-filled mess, thighs sticky, holes aching in the best possible way. He’d tell me how good I was at taking cock, how proud he was of his filthy little niece, how no one else got to use me the way he did.

“You’re my personal little whore,” he’d growl while he pounded into me, one hand around my throat, the other spanking my ass red. “This cunt belongs to uncle. This mouth belongs to uncle. This ass belongs to uncle. Say it while I fuck you. Tell me who owns these holes.”

And I would. Over and over. Begging for more. Begging to be filled. Begging to be used until I couldn’t think of anything except the next thick pulse of his cum inside me.

Then, one weekend, he told us he was leaving. A new job in another city. Better pay. Better opportunities. He packed his things from the spare room on a Sunday evening and left with a casual wave and a promise to visit when he could.

I thought that would be the end of it.

It wasn’t.

My stepdad had been watching the whole time. He’d seen the way I looked at Dale when I thought no one was paying attention. He’d heard the soft, muffled moans through the walls on those late nights. He’d noticed the way I walked a little carefully the morning after, the way I sometimes smelled faintly of sex even after a shower. And the first night Dale was gone, truly gone, the spare room empty and quiet, my stepdad walked into my room, locked the door behind him with a soft, deliberate click, and looked at me where I sat on the edge of the bed in my nightgown.

My stepdad and I had been fucking for ages when I was younger and still living at home, but had stopped because we didn’t want my num to catch us. That’s when I’d made the decision to move out, but we’d still kept fucking from time to time when ever he’d come over to my flat. But this felt different.

His voice was quiet, rough, and absolute.

“Your turn to take care of the man of the house now, Lacy.”

I stared at him, heart pounding, cunt already starting to throb. But what abut mum?

He stepped closer, eyes dark. “Get on your knees and open that pretty mouth. Show Daddy how well your uncle trained this filthy little throat. I’ve been waiting long enough.”

I slid off the bed and onto my knees without a word, nightgown pooling around my thighs. My hands went to his belt, then his zipper. When I freed his cock it was already hard, thick, heavy, different from Dale’s but no less demanding. I leaned in and took him into my mouth, sucking him deep, looking up at him through my lashes.

He groaned, one hand settling in my hair. “Fuck… just like that. Your uncle taught you well, didn’t he? Taught this little throat how to take a cock. Good. Because from now on, you’re going to use everything he taught you on me. Whenever I want. Every hole. Understand?” Just like before, but better!

I moaned around him in answer, sucking harder, already wet and aching between my thighs.

We’ve been fucking ever since.

Some nights he comes to my flat. Some nights I go to his if Mums away. He fucks me slow and deep some times, whispering how he longs for this, how hard it was watching me sneak around with Dale. Other times he’s rough, bending me over the edge of a table or the back of the sofa, spanking my ass red, calling me his dirty little stepdaughter while he pounds into my cunt or my ass until I cum screaming. He loves filling me. Loves watching his cum leak out of me afterward. Loves making me taste it, making me thank him for it.

And I do.

I still love every filthy, depraved second of it.

Every thick cock that has claimed me.

Every load that has filled me.

Every whispered, dirty command.

I am theirs.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lacy XXX

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