Chapter 1:
Over the past year, Steven has spent a lot of time at his Uncle John's place. Uncle John has a large section of land that proved beneficial for late night bon fires with friends and target practice using the small armory of weapons Uncle John owned. Nothing like shooting large caliber rifles and pistols using makeshift targets inspired by the competition show Top Shot. Out of his friends and family, Steven was the better shooter and he wasn't humble about it either.
The other reason Steven spent so much time at Uncle John's, was so that he could be around Vanessa. Vanessa is Uncle John's girlfriend of the past 12 months. Vanessa is 26 years old, 10 years younger than his Uncle John. She is what every young man drools over, a real "girl next door." She wore her shoulder length dirty blond hair in ways that accentuated her soft facial features. Her light cream-colored skin looked so fucking soft. Her blue eyes and gorgeous smile made Steven's heart skip a beat, not to mention, his cock to strain against his jeans. Her figure wasn't overly skinny, but curvy in all the right places. The outfits she wore hugged every beautiful curve, often hypnotizing Steven, making him forget where he was. There were several times Vanessa caught him staring, surprising Steven, causing him to awkwardly change his focus. During the summer months it was especially difficult. It was torture trying, and often failing, at not staring at Vanessa as she wore tiny two-piece bikinis in the back yard pool area. Steven often couldn't stand how horny she made him, forcing him to sneak downstairs and jack off in the guest room.
On one of those summer days, Steven was sitting on a beach chair pretending to read a book, facing the diving board of the pool, gazing from the safety of his sunglasses. For over an hour he watched Vanessa practice diving. Her body would glisten as she walked out onto the diving board. Her tits seemed to move in slow motion as she jumped, allowing the spring board to shoot her in the air with a splash into the deep end. Watching her climb the ladder out of the pool was especially nice. He secretly hoped her bikini moved from the force of the splash allowing him to see one of her nipples.
"10 out of 10" yelled Steven. Vaness smiled as she grabbed her towel and began drying her tits moving down to her belly and legs. "Didn't your swim team win State in High School a long time ago?" He gently mocked.
Steven gazed at her body knowing there wasn't much left to the imagination. But he strained to get a glimpse of her pussy lips through the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. There was no question in his mind those pussy lips were smooth as ice.
Vanessa sheepishly looked at him, "It wasn't THAT long ago asshole." She giggled, walking towards her chair to rest. She thought to herself as she sat, "Did Steven have a boner just then? I could have sworn I saw a tent pitched in his shorts." She laughed it off and grabbed her phone.
Fantasizing about her drove his cock to full mast pushing against his swim trunks. He had to excuse himself to the house for a much-needed release. As he walked in, he scanned the back yard. He felt safe to sneak away because his Uncle John was outside cleaning his shed while Vanessa settled on the back deck talking to her girlfriend on the phone.
Steven hurriedly walked down stairs into the guest room, not realizing he didn't completely close the door before going about his business. Vanessa soon finished her call and went back into the house to get another soda when she wondered where Steven went. She wasn't surprised that he disappeared, because it happened at times and she usually didn't think much of it. He could have been in the garage using the hand-loading equipment making ammunition or building targets. But something drew Vanessa downstairs where the guest room was. The basement wasn't very bright because they usually kept the shades closed when guests weren't using the area. But she could see a small sliver of light coming from the bedroom area. She walked downstairs and towards the light, and saw Steven in the bedroom. But she didn't expect to see him naked from the waist down sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes grew large at the sight of him slowly stroking his cock, his eyes closed with an expression of pure lust on his face. Oddly, the first think she thought was, "I wonder who he's..." but before she could get the thought out, he spoke.
"I want you Vanessa, so fucking bad" he said in a growling tone. "I can't stop thinking about you. I want your tits in my face. I want your pussy pressed against my tongue, lapping up every drop of your cum." Steven arched his back. His hand began to increase in pace and his breath deepened.
Vanessa, gasped, covering her mouth when she heard her name. She knew she should leave, but she couldn't take her eyes off his cock. It was maybe 6 inches long and his balls were shaved clean. Johns was longer, but Steven's was much more girthy, which made her mouth water even more. She didn't blink the entire time as she watched his hand moving in a twisting motion from the base of his balls to the top of his swollen head. Her mind raced with the thought of getting caught watching him or worse, John catching her. She could feel her blood pressure rising and her pussy began to ache to be touched. Vanessa was in a trance. One hand caressing her tits and the other rubbing her clit through the thin fabric of the bikini. She could feel her pussy getting wet and before she noticed, her hand pulled the thin fabric to the side, exposing her shaved pussy as it began to swell.
"Fuck! Please suck my cock, Vanessa. I want to feel your warm mouth wrap around my swollen head and tongue explore every inch." Steven uttered with shaking breath. Vanessa bit the edge of her lip, her fingers wet, her breath getting heavier with each passing second.
"I'm going to cum Vanessa. I'm going to cum all over your beautiful tits." His breath grew faster, his hand gripped harder. He was about to explode and Vanessa couldn't wait to see his hot cum shoot out that cock.
"I'mmmm, I'm cummmming..." Just then, ribbons of white hot cum spirted out of his cock into the air one after another. Vanessa's jaw dropped as she watched what seemed like 10 huge shots of cum rain down onto his legs and floor.
Vanessa licked her lips. She wanted to taste his cum, lick him clean. Her pussy was dripping wet and she could feel her warm juices run down her legs. Her middle two fingers swirling faster around her clit. She was so close to cumming.
Suddenly Steven sat upright with a satisfied look on his face. Vanessa had to slowly backed away from the door, being as quiet as possible. "Damn it" she thought. "I was almost there." As she tip-toed up the stairs in the dark, she lost her balance and missed a step, falling to one knee making a light thud noise. "Fuck!" Vanessa thought.
"Shit! What was that?" Steven said. Then his heart dropped when he noticed the bedroom door wasn't fully closed. "Fuck!" Steven's mind began to race as he hurriedly got dressed and wiping up the puddle of cum that was on his legs and floor. "Was it Vanessa" he thought. "Shit, this is going to be awkward as hell."
Vanessa made her way back outside and onto the deck falling into her chair. Heart beating out of her chest. Worried that John had seen her flustered and acting weird as she fell into her chair. But thankfully no. John was busy in the shed still, jamming out to a mix of 80's hair band music.
"What the fuck am I going to do?" She thought. "He must have heard me fall on the stairs." She sat in that chair trying not to think about it, but her sopping wet pussy wouldn't let her. It ached and begged for attention. Her mind played back the moment he called out for her and seeing his cock spirt out think ribbons of white-hot spunk. "Fuck, I need to cum so fucking bad" she moaned under her breath.
Steven slipped out the front of the house and into the garage. "Be cool Steve." He thought. "Maybe it was just my imagination." Looking out the window, he could see Vanessa on the deck in the same chair, looking at her phone. "Yeah, it was my imagination. Damn it, Steve. Close the fucking door next time."
Steven walked out of the garage, towards and into the shed. Vanessa watched him from the corner of her eye. "Snap out of it, Vanessa" she thought. But her mind couldn't stop thinking about fucking him.
"Hey Uncle John. I'm running low on gun powder and headed out to get some. I'll see you this weekend."
"No problem, Steven. I'm looking forward to sighting in your rifle with you." Uncle John said.
Walking back towards the garage Steven wasn't sure if he should avoid making eye contact with Vanessa. He argued with himself about whether she might have seen him or not. The thought of her watching, excited him. But it also scared the shit out of him. As he walked back towards the garage and out to his car, Steven waved, "I'll see you later this weekend Vanessa" in the most unnatural awkward way.
"Oh, hey Steven" she said, trying to act like she didn't see him. And in an equally awkward way said, "Uh, yeah. See you later."
As Steven walked into the garage he knew. "Shit, she did see me. What am I going to do? Is she going to tell Uncle John?"
