The short drive to Aunt Katie and Uncle Drey's house was full of rushed small talk and excitement; Poppy and her mum's eagerness was electric as Poppy sat in the back seat of the car.

She couldn't stop thinking about what she might find. She had dressed in a cute little summer dress, a short little red number that was long enough to give no hint that she was pantyless but still showed enough of her long, toned legs while being brazen enough to reveal the curves of her ample breasts in a supporting bra. She had paired it with simple sandals and tied her hair up in a loose bun, mimicking the style that her mother often wore.

She was feeling so naughty in the car, knowing she had no underwear on below her dress, her pussy wet just from the thought.

When they eventually pulled into the drive, Poppy was very careful getting out of the car to keep her pantyless secret, which allowed her mum to go first up the path, her mother's heels clicking on the stone path; she knew her mother was rushing to get inside, and she had a good idea why. Poppy had to settle for second; she was disappointed her mum was going to greet Uncle Drey first.

When they got to the door, Tess rang the bell. As they waited, Poppy noticed her mum's smile, a little triumphant win that she didn't even know about displayed on her face.

To Poppy's delight, Aunt Katie opened the door.

"Hello, hello, come in," her bubbly aunt said.

Tess hugged her sister-in-law, as did Poppy; she handed her aunt her denim jacket, and she hung it up, and then they went into the living room.

All three took a seat, and Katie put the wine on a shelf before coming back in.

"Where is Uncle Drey?" Poppy asked; she sensed her mum tense when she asked.

"Oh, sorting that barbecue out back again," Katie said, smiling.

"I'll go help," Poppy said, springing to her feet; she returned the same smile her mum had offered earlier. This time Poppy knew she was competing.

Before going back outside, Poppy made sure she was alone before she adjusted her tits, making sure her cleavage was at its best.

She sneaked up behind her uncle and grabbed his hips. "Uncle Drey."

He jumped.

"Did I scare you?" she asked.

"Who? Me? Never." He pretended.

Poppy bent over and leaned against the table, aware of her actions and showing her cleavage. "Oh, I could scare you, no problem; you really shouldn't tempt me so much," she said, throwing in a little pout.

"No way, kiddo," he laughed; he was trying not to look.

"You know, I'm not so sure about the 'kiddo' nickname any more. I mean, you can clearly see I'm not a kid anymore, see?" She said and gave just a little wiggle of her chest.

She felt his eyes divert to her moving assets. "Yeah, I guess so..."

"I mean, I see the way boys look at me, but it's not boys I like; I like men, you know?" she said.

"Sure, I get that, but I heard you were on a date with a boy; how did that go?" His eyes still betrayed him.

"Boys are nice and all; men are fun." She ran her finger across the back of his hand. "Real men are exciting." Poppy dipped her finger into the mayo beside the cooker, then sucked on her finger, her uncle's eyes on her; his smile melted her.

"We're ready for cooking, Drey," Katie shouted as the whole family came out and sat around the barbecue.

"Yes, ready to start cooking," he said, his attention still on his niece, who winked.

"Sorry, I have to use your bathroom, and I'll make a call while inside," Poppy said as she held up her phone.

As Poppy passed the table, she pulled her mum's phone out and sneakily went inside without anyone noticing.

With both her and her mother's phones in her hand, she began her reconnaissance inside.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she walked down the hall and then up the stairs, the house silent, no one in sight. She made her way to the first door, her aunt and uncle's bedroom; she opened the door and peeked in before going inside.

The scent of his cologne and masculinity filled the air. Poppy's eyes scanned; she saw the bed had been quickly made, and she wondered how many times he had fucked Aunt Katie on it, how many times he had fucked her mother on it.

Drey's scattered clothes were on the floor in the en-suite bathroom. She looked at the shower, imagining her uncle naked, water cascading down his back.

Poppy opened the bathroom cupboards and sniffed his aftershaves; she even picked up his toothbrush and smelt it before sticking her tongue out. She giggled as she dabbed it on her tongue.

She then sucked on the brush, enjoying the sensation.

Turning around, she caught sight of herself in the mirror; the scenario was playing out plain and clear in the truth of the reflection.

Poppy noticed the clothes hamper; with the toothbrush still in her mouth, she knelt down on the cold tile and removed the lid. "Jackpot," she murmured around the brush.

She reached in; she pushed past her Aunt Katie's pants and bra, past a t-shirt, and found his boxers; they were white, slightly worn and had a prominent bulge at the front.

She pulled the brush from her mouth and slipped it into her cleavage. She then held them to her nose, inhaling his scent.

She stepped into them and pulled the boxers up her legs, her heart pounding as she seemed to act on some kind of perverse twisted desire she had no idea was edging her.

They were far too big, but she sat on the toilet with them up, satisfied that something that had touched his cock was pressed to her wet pussy.

Poppy then opened her mother Tess's phone; her password was way too easy to guess.

Scrolling through the messages, she gasped as she read the exchanges between her mother and uncle.

The exchanges were more explicit than she imagined, surprised at the language they used, the crude words, the filthy promises and the belittling of Katie and Jeff. Her pussy was throbbing, her clit aching, her body on fire.

She opened the photos; her breath hitched as she saw her mother's tits, her pussy, and her ass spread wide. Her eyes widened at the size of her uncle's cock, his thick, veiny shaft standing proud.

Poppy forwarded them on to herself and then deleted them from the sent drafts. Then she began scrolling through her uncle's glorious dick pics; she moved the brush back to her mouth. Her hand sliding into the boxers.

Her fingers immediately battering her clit through the fabric of her uncle's boxers. She read the words her mother had sent to her uncle.

I want you to fuck me like you did last time. I want you to tear me in two with your dick.

Poppy's breath hitched as her fingers moved faster. She whimpered as she read on, her uncle's responses painting a vivid picture in her head.

Wear that little satin nightie, the blue one; I love fucking you in that, one message read.

Poppy realised that Drey liked Tess to send pictures of her pussy to him; he was asking for 3 or 4 a day, and it turned her on when he sent pictures back of his own release to Tess's pussy.

Poppy hitched her breath; she came to the texts about her.

I think Poppy suspects something, Poppy concluded it had been after she had kissed her mum.

No way.

She was acting weird.

Well, we might just need to draft her into our little secret, Drey had typed.

NOT FUNNY, her mum responded.

Hey, it's a little exciting. I mean, she reminds me of you at that age, absolutely sexy and gorgeous. It's only a little fun; it's not like she wants to be my little plaything.

Maybe a little plaything might be nice; she is beautiful, her mum said.

Poppy was instantly creaming; her orgasm at being discussed tipped her over the edge. She orgasmed hard, her body slumping over the toilet, her fingers still on her clit. She panted as she caught her breath.

Pulling the boxers off, she tossed them to the side; a bit of her wanted to keep them forever.

Poppy got off the pan; she squatted down and took a picture of her pussy, making sure it only had her flesh in the picture.

She put the toothbrush back and then went through to the bedroom. She knew what side her uncle slept on by the glasses and things on the bedside table.

Poppy took the bottom pillow; she placed it on his bed as if it was his body asleep on the bed. She then lifted her dress, and keeping her sandals on, she straddled it.

She began to rub her wet pussy up and down the pillow; her hands clutched at the back of the pillow, her fingers wrapped around it, and she was grinding her wet pussy against it; she could see the moisture staining his pillowcase.

She was close to her second orgasm in minutes, and her pussy was soaked and slick. She began to rub her clit furiously, her head thrown back, her fingers gripping the pillow tighter; she felt the orgasm rip through her.

After she came down from her orgasm, she fell forward onto the pillow, her body pressing against it, her cheek against the wet spot she had made.

Poppy replaced the pillow under the other and, with boxers in hand, went back downstairs. She slipped the boxers into her denim jacket at the door and went to the kitchen; her mum passed her.

"Just popping to the loo," she said.

Before she re-joined everyone else outside, she opened her mum's phone. She sent her pussy pic to Drey, knowing he would be fooled. She waited a minute before sending a text, pretending to sound like her mum, Hey baby, a little kitty pic to turn you on. I'm going to rub my pussy on your pillow, the bottom one. Sleep on it tonight and dream of me.

Poppy looked outside; Uncle Drey looked at his phone. He moved his sunglasses up onto his balding head. Even at this distance, she could see his eyes widen; he texted back.

Fantastic, love it; your pussy looks so nice.

Poppy smiled, deleted the past conversations and went back out.