Chapter 3 Elle

"I love you, Uncle Rich," I whispered, and I meant it.

I would have done anything for him in that moment. All I could think about was that empty space inside of me, and how easily and completely he would fill it. I pressed further against him until I could feel him all over me, but it wasn't enough. I needed him closer.

I needed him.

He smiled, his eyes so warm and soft, as I reached down and started stroking his bulge through his trousers. He gently brushed my hair behind my ear, resting his hand against my neck and leaned towards me. I reached my face upwards eager for his kiss, but he ignored my waiting lips and rested his mouth alongside my ear.

"Turn around, baby," he whispered.

I turned and rested my breasts on the countertop, presenting myself. He ran his hands over my bottom, and I arched my back slightly, desperate to feel him inside me.

"I'm back! Where is everyone?" Dad's voice called from the hallway.

"Fuck!" I felt Uncle Rich move away quickly.

"Fuck!" I echoed, as I quickly pulled my dress up and tried to make myself presentable.

I'd forgotten all about my parents, as I was riding my uncle's face. Oh God! Had mum seen? Heard? I had no idea how loud I had been, but I definitely hadn't been thinking about staying quiet. Surely if she had seen us or heard us, she would have said something?

Uncle Rich was nowhere in sight as I picked up the spoon and started measuring out spices, pretending my legs weren't still shaking. I felt sure that mum and dad would be able to see how turned on I was, that I didn't have any knickers containing my soaked vulva. Just as dad came into the room my phone beeped.

It was a message from Uncle Rich. It just said "Bathroom. Now."

"Sorry dad," I said hurriedly as I ducked past him. "Got to go to the bathroom. Mum's outside somewhere I think."

Uncle Rich pulled me into the bathroom as soon as my fist made contact with the door. He had me pinned against the door, kissing me deeply. Not softly like before, but hard, urgent. Hungry. I moaned softly into his mouth, as his tongue slid over my own.

"I can't wait anymore princess. I need you," he said as he stepped back, pulling me further into the room.

Without waiting for a response, he turned me around. I heard the zip of his jeans, then the crumpling of his trousers being pulled down. He had one hand on my hip and the other between my shoulder blades, as he bent me over. I felt his grip tighten as he thrust inside with one movement.

"Fuck, princess, you're so tight," he grunted, almost to himself.

Was I tight or was he just that big? His second thrust penetrated even deeper, making me gasp. I reached my hands out and rested them against the door, to keep my balance. Soaking wet as I was, it still took one more big push before I could feel his hips resting against me.

He started moving in and out, right along the length of his cock. I pressed against the door and arched my back slightly as I felt my vagina opening in response, letting him in deeper. He felt even better than I could have imagined, and I was certain that I would soon be cumming again.

"You love your uncle's cock don't you, princess?" I heard him say. I could hear the enjoyment in his voice.

"Mmm, yes, Uncle Rich," I answered.

I heard him chuckle softly, then felt a slight sting as he spanked my bottom, once, twice. "Such a good girl. Hold on tight, princess."

With that, he started thrusting faster, setting a relentless rhythm. I could only cling to the door, as his cock gave my vagina the most amazing massage. I could hear the sound of our breathing mixing with the slap of our skin colliding, as he pounded me. I felt him pulling my hips back on to him with each thrust, as my legs shook, and waves of pleasure radiated through my whole body.

I felt the vibrations along the length of his shaft, as my uncle emptied his first load into me. He continued thrusting slowly as he finished. Before he was done, I could feel it spilling down my inner thighs. I reached an unsteady hand down and gathered some with my fingers, then brought it to my mouth. His cum felt so silky sliding over my tongue and down my throat.

I stayed resting against the door, as he slid out and pulled his jeans up. I had been so fast, so hard. So mind-bendingly intense. I felt his hands on my back, my shoulders, as he lifted me upright gently. I was exhausted.

"You ok princess?" Uncle Rich asked as he turned me towards him. I could see the concern on his face; hear it in his voice. "Too rough?"

A warm glow spread throughout my body as I saw how much he cared. "No, Uncle Rich, I'm wonderful," I smiled, then reached up and kissed him.

After a few minutes I felt him pull away again. "I should get downstairs, before your parents wonder where I am. Must be nearly kick-off. And you," he smiled cheekily as he looked me up and down, "need to clean that messy pussy up a bit, my little Elly-Bear."

I giggled as he ducked out the door, hearing my childhood nickname used in conjunction with my cum-filled pussy. I couldn't deny that the fact that it was my uncle giving me so much pleasure only made it better. It made me feel so saucy. Heck, it made me feel like I was melting in naughtiness.

What really amazed me was how little compunction I felt about the whole thing. Here was my dad's big brother, who I had known my whole life, who was -- what? -- 25 years older than me, and I didn't feel any guilt or worry about what we were doing. But really, why should I feel bad? I was having sex with this really fit guy, who truly cared about me. My only worry was that it would end. I headed to my room before I went downstairs, to add an extra layer of make-up and zhuzh my hair a bit. This mustn't end.

"There she is," said mum as I stepped into the kitchen. "You owe Rich a thank you. He just finished your job for you, after you disappeared."

I looked over at where my uncle stood, in the exact spot that, less than an hour ago, he had made me cum on his face. "Thank you, Uncle Rich," I said as I walked over to him. Standing close, I reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"My pleasure, princess," he smiled back at me.

I felt his fingers tracing my back as the four of us stood in the kitchen chatting for a few minutes. Standing so close without being able to touch him was an agony surpassed only by the thought of not being near him at all. Whenever my parents turned away for a moment, I rubbed my hand down his leg.

"Stop," he whispered when we stepped out to take snacks into the living room. "If you keep this up, they're going to see my hard-on."

I smiled at him in answer and let my hand drift back down. He laughed quietly and grabbed my hand, pulling me close for a long kiss. He sat down on the furthest sofa as mum and dad came in, and pulled a cushion over his lap, smirking at me. Mum handed him a beer, and I quickly sat down beside him, before she or dad could.

"Are you staying?" dad asked as he turned the TV on. "Since when do you like football?"

"Thought I'd just hang out for a bit," I answered. "You don't mind Uncle Rich, do you?" I asked, as I laid my head on the cushion on his lap. I let my hand drift underneath to his erection.

"Of course not, princess," he said, brushing my hair back from my face.

"Don't you two look cute! Let me grab a picture," my mum said picking up her phone.

She and dad settled on the other sofa as the match started. I stayed with my head cradled in my uncle's lap, my hand stoking his erection through his jeans.

As soon as their attention turned to the TV, I turned over, so I was lying facing Uncle Rich's stomach. He kept one hand stroking me gently as he focused on the TV. His fingers felt lovely trailing through my hair, down my back, over my throat and chest. I could almost have fallen asleep then and there, but I was too hungry for him.

Carefully, I unzipped his jeans and guided his cock, until the tip was showing over the line of his boxers. I felt him shift in surprise when he realised what I was doing. He reached down and picked up a large cushion to place beside us, effectively screening me from my parents' views. His eyes were trained on me, watching to see what I would do, but he made no move to pull me to him. I was in control.

Slowly, hardly daring to move in case mum and dad caught the motion, I shifted my head over until I was within reach. I ran my tongue over Uncle Rich's glans, noticing the salty taste of my own pussy still lingering on it. He kept softly stroking my hair and face, as he shifted his boxers down, freeing his full length. It bounced against my face as it came free, long and thick and hard.

Without using my hands, I reached my face underneath and began kissing the base of his shaft. I kissed and sucked along the length of his cock, up and down, over and over. I could feel his body responding immediately, growing tense and excited.

"Oh, look at that save!" dad yelled out, forcing Uncle Rich's attention back to the match.

I wet my mouth and took the opportunity to slip my lips over his tip, only as far as the corona. I lifted my head a little and started working my mouth and tongue over it firmly. I loved hearing Uncle Rich trying to make small talk about the match, as his abdomen trembled under my touch and his hand gripped my hair. Slowly, I started moving my head up and down, taking a bit more length into my mouth each time.

"Elle ok?" I heard mum ask.

Uncle Rich, kept his hand on my head, holding me perfectly still. "Yeh, I think she's fallen asleep," he answered.

"Hard work doing nothing all day," mum replied with a grunt. "She did look worn out earlier though."

Carefully, I carried on working his length into my mouth, until I felt him at the back of my throat. I heard Uncle Rich's breath catch as I choked quietly. I pushed harder.

"Hey Trish," I heard him say. "Can you turn it up a bit, please? A bit more, thanks."

I didn't care about what they might hear though. I loved the feel of my uncle's cock filling my mouth; loved feeling him getting excited; loved exploring him with my tongue. I pulled back fully and looked up at him, to see what effect I'd had. Uncle Rich smiled down at me. His hands were holding me lovingly, one in my hair, one caressing my back. I could see the desire in his face.

I turned my attention back to his cock, keen to taste it again. A bead of precum hung wet on the tip. I grasped his shaft in my hand and ran it over my lips, like putting on lipstick. I heard Uncle Rich moan softly and I smiled. Faster this time, I slid my lips over his tip and down his shaft, until I felt him against the back of my mouth. I held it, letting the gag build, trying to reach further, then released slightly. And again. Press, gag, hold, release. Repeat.

Try as I might, I couldn't fit the full length into my mouth; he was just too big. I could feel my eyes starting to tear up from the strain, but I didn't want to stop. I just wished I could look at Uncle Rich, to show him how much he meant to me; how much I loved his cock, loved him.

I felt Uncle Rich's hand grasping my hair. For a moment he pushed me further down, forcing what felt like another inch down my throat. Then, my head was lifted away by my hair.

"Too loud," Uncle Rich whispered, as he did his trousers back up, jiggling my head on his lap as he shifted around.

I objected mutely, reaching beneath the cushion for his erection again. He wiped a stray tear from my eye and took my hands in his firmly. He glanced over at my parents briefly, then swung his legs up and under me, until I was lying over his chest, our legs intertwined. I felt his arms wrap around me, as he kissed the top of my head.

"Rest now, princess," he whispered, as I looked up at him. "I'm not nearly done with you."