Smallish hands ran over his thick graying brown hair, tugging gently at its curling length, as a warm and wet mouth kissed and sucked at his lips. His own hands explored the small of her back, bare above the waist of her little lace edged panties and short pajama bottoms, her top pulled up enough to let him feel the little dimples and for his fingers to dip into them eagerly. Her little whimpers as he touched her pale warmed skin were enough to make him drag his blue eyes open, curiosity and a hard on waking him from his deep sleep. Freckles caught his attention, scattered lightly across her nose, as well as shut almond shaped eyes and a furrowed brow. He pulled his mouth back from her eager one, and her eyes opened, revealing deep hazel eyes, her pupils dilated, her breathing quick from her pink slicked lips.
"Amelia?" His voice was rough, and he cleared his throat, gently sliding his hands up her back, causing her to visibly shiver, and gripping her shoulders, pushing her away from him.
"Mnn. Good morning." The redhead imp stretched atop of him, laying her curvacious 19 year old body against his. Cillian groaned, and slid his hands behind his head to keep from touching her. She grinned down at him, her hair tumbling over one eye, the other tracing his face. "Mum sent me to wake you. You up for breakfast?" She wriggled against him, taking care to rub her chest against his, letting him feel her pebbling breasts against his skin. She wasn't wearing a bra and he could feel the outline of her nipples against his chest.
"Ugh. Amy pet, get off." He groaned, moving his hands to her shoulders, pushing her gently. Her body slid off of his, and he shuddered from the feeling of her chest dragging along his. Flashes of things he wanted to do with her slammed through him, and his morning wood decided to make its presence known more so, the tip of his length peeking out from the slit in his boxers, his length throbbing with eager need.
Her giggles made him groan more as he pulled the pillow over his face. Suddenly he felt her breath on him and he sat up, swinging his still firm legs out of the bed. "Come on, little niece. Time to get to breakfast. I need the bathroom and a shave." He said, his voice gruff, as he stared her down.
She was a sight in the morning to behold though. All sweet curves in her pajamas, red hair a tangled mess, eyes still slightly tired. She pouted her lips at him, before rolling off his bed, and striding out of the room without another word. He let out a breath, and looked down at his tented shorts, and looked up at the heavens, muttering a curse under his breath. "Lord in heaven save me from little girls who don't know any better..."
Amelia shut the door behind her, a naughty grin on her lips as she tugged a strand of her red hair. She hummed, and leaned back against the door, grinding her body against it suggestively, her teenage mind running wild. She wanted her uncle, desperately. She almost came from his kisses, and felt the dampness in between her legs as evidence. Her pretty face flushed and she shut her eyes, allowing a hand to slip into her pajama shorts, and slid a finger along her damp folds, letting out a soft little gasping sigh, shuddering at the sweet need rolling through her.
Her mother's voice cut her pleasuring short, and she opened her eyes, biting her lip and grunting softly in frustration. She slid her hand free and licked her finger, smiling a little at the sweet taste of her juice. Mn. Later on she would find a moment to finish what she started. She quickly led herself downstairs to indulge in a rich hearty breakfast.
Cillian stared down at his throbbing cock, the water beating hotly on his shoulders. Steam was clinging to the glass enclosed shower, and his raging morning wood had yet to ease. All he could think about was warm wet kisses from his young niece, her tongue curling the underside of his throbbing pulsing head before taking him...He let out a groaning shudder, his hand skating down his chest, his blunt nails scoring his skin before cupping his heavy sac, filled with unspent seed. He hadn't really had a moment to relieve himself in what seemed to be months. Truthfully it had only been a week, but a long one at that. Since his wife had kicked him to the curb, he had come to stay with his younger sister, who had a lovely home and a husband who was often away, and a young rebellious teenage daughter. He was getting too old for this shit, he thought, dropping his hand away from himself, and pounding it gently on the tiled wall. Frustration poured through him, tensing him further.
God. He needed a hot little piece of ass. Finally, giving in, he wrapped his hand around his length and slowly stroked himself, working himself, pumping his hard thick length into his tight grip, imagining something much tighter and slicker pumping him instead. He shut his eyes, his voice coming out in a raspy gasp, imagining his little niece taking the pounding of her life, slamming his thick cock into her, until holding himself deep, wedged tightly against her little womb and flooding it with his virile seed. With a panting groan, he shot his thick heavy load all over the wall, thick spurts erupting eagerly from his fantasies. He panted slowly, his step falling back, his heart pounding heartily in his chest as his back slammed against the tile, the cold tiles on the furthest side of the shower shocking him. He shuddered and looked up at the can lighting, his breath still moving too quickly for his liking.
"Christ. Too good." His hand slid over his face and he shook his head. He had spent himself thinking of pumping her full of cum. She was his niece for crying out loud. Her godfather too. He had no business thinking of filling her to the brim and leaving her begging and panting for...no shit no. He thought, glancing down at himself, seeing himself grow thick slowly again. He strode back under the water, turning the cold up, and hissed as the water washed over him, his cock softening in the response of the freezing water.
Amelia picked at her eggs, her eyes on the door, waiting her uncle impatiently. Her barefoot tapped the cool tile under her, as her mother talked on the phone, fixing her uncles plate with bacon, eggs and pancakes. She rolled her eyes as she heard her mother making plans to meet a single lady who lunched, promising to bring her newly single brother along. She felt a fire burn under her skin, which could of course been anything, but she knew deep down it was jealousy. She didn't want her uncle to meet anyone new. She wanted him for herself. She pouted slightly, her fork tapping against her pink lips. Her "aunt" was a bitch for throwing him out, she had decided. The woman was a slut who fucked any man or woman she met, and had accused him of cheating on her before throwing him to the curb. Technically the house was his, but he had given into her shrill demands, knowing he had a place to stay if he needed it.
She dropped her fork to her plate, cutting another small piece of egg off before nibbling at it. Her uncle was too nice. This was his fourth marriage. He had no children, though she knew he could father them, having heard about his wilder days, and the teenage pregnancy that had been "taken care of" by her great grandfather. She wondered often if he regretted having no children of his own. He was nearing 45...surely he wasn't too old to father a child. She let her hand drift to her own flat teenage stomach, and felt a small smile curve her lips, imagining carrying his child. She would offer herself up in a heartbeat to give him a child, if he wanted. That's how desperately she wanted him. If she was truthful, it was more than want and desire though. She had fallen in love with her uncle years ago, when he chose to dance with her gangly 11 year old self at his last wedding, swirling her around the floor and making her feel like a precious gem. Since then, her feelings and interest had grown by leaps and bounds.
He had spoiled her like he would his own, sending cards, gift certificates, presents, trips...Anything and everything to make her smile. Hell for Christmas, since her mother couldn't, he purchased her the latest cellphone and put him on his plan. It was very swank and she loved it, and took many photos of herself with it, posing with her top up, her panties pulled down. She had never had the nerve to send them to him though, knowing he would probably never appreciate it. For all her hinting, for everything she had tried, nothing had really worked. Except this morning. He had actually responded and seemed more than eager...until he woke up and realized it was her.
A small frown creased her brown, her lips turning down slightly, just as her uncle walked in. Amelia smoothed her face and looked down at her plate, flushing a little and focusing on picking at her food. He looked too good as usual. He wore a simple long sleeved henley, a thick cardigan type sweater vest over it, buttoned only at the bottom, and tight dark jeans. His hair was still damp, curling without encouragement, and the slight shadow he had on his face, only made her tremble with need more. His smile was quick and ready as he walked in, and her mother looked up, and grinned, before telling the woman on the phone goodbye and hanging up.
"Hey big brother. Sleep okay?" She asked him, and Amelia lifted her eyes to look up at them, before back to her plate. The things she wanted to do to him...like lick the delicious curve of his adam's apple and pull his hair back...
"Just fine, just fine. Adam still out of town I take it?" He replied, settling in at the table next to Amelia. He cast her a smile before leaning back a little. Her mother brought over his plate, set it and a steaming mug of tea in front of him before stepping back, leaning back against the counter. Her smile was pretty and friendly, and happy. A mask, Amelia knew all too well.
"Yeah, you know how it is. Somethings never change. And hey, who would want them to? Did you see my anniversary present?" Her mother leaned in to him, holding out her left hand. The ring was an upgrade, a massive one at that. Cillian whistled a little, but didn't inspect it too closely. He knew diamonds weren't a replacement for affection and time, but didn't comment other than to nod and smile.
Amelia watched the siblings interact, finishing off her breakfast, before pulling up one leg, resting her head on her knee to watch them. They were so different from one another. Her mother was petite, almost white blonde hair, a small chest, and thin hips, and absorbed in herself and her life. Cillian on the other hand was so relaxed and laid back, and just overall radiated this amazing vibes. She wished a little inside that he was her father. A wicked smile crossed her face at the thought before she shook herself mentally. He would really never go for anything she wanted if she was his daughter.
Finally there was a lull in the conversation. "So. Who wants to take me to the mall?" She broke out, grinning at her uncle. Her mother hadn't had a chance to tell him they were expected at lunch. And Amelia had no intention of allowing some raging hell cat housewife dig their claws into him.
"Oh. Did you have plans to go shopping? With what money?" Her mother replied, her face suspicious.
"Oh you know. I have a few gift cards still from my birthday, and besides I really want to check out this new store that opened up..."Amelia replied, not bothering to look at her mother.
"Oh well, you can just take the bus then can't you? We have plans today!" Her mother replied, nonchalantly, turning away from the pair.
Amelia rolled her eyes at her back and looked back at her uncle with a puppy dog look on her face. Cillian smiled and shook his head before clearing his throat. "Uhhh...Maggie I'll take her. I don't mind. Sides, I need some more clothes anyway. Most of the stuff she left on the curb for me to take smells like gasoline."
"Oh but Cillian-" her mother started, and Amelia jumped up and moved to her uncle quickly and hugged him tight, pressing her tank covered chest to him. "Oh Uncle C thank you!! I hate the bus!" She laughed and pulled away, as he looked up into her face, his face a little flushed. Amelia glanced down and could see a bulge starting in his pants and he shifted uncomfortably.
"Of course baby girl. But hurry up and get ready. Okay? I'm gonna sit here and chat with your mom. Maybe I can do both?" He said, looking at her mother, offering her a peace offering. Her face was slowly turning red, and Amelia flounced out of the kitchen, knowing her mother would implode if she stayed in the room, a wicked smile on her lips.
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