I turned sideways as I hooked my thumbs into my shorts and began to slowly slide them down and ease them over my tight little ass. I glanced at him coyly over my shoulder as I pulled them down, showing him my bare
ass.
I could see my stepuncle groaned quietly and sees his hand zipping down his jeans as he pulled it down a bit lower and he begin to stroke the thick bulge in his pants harder and more purposefully now that we weren’t hiding or pretending.
I moaned quietly to myself, loving that I was having this effect on him; that as inexperienced and young as I was, I could have that sort of power over this much older, much more experienced man.
My young body could have this so much power over this man who is totally forbidden, the man who is related to me and is my father’s stepbrother.
The naughtiness of it all was like a drug to me, and I realized as I turned back to him that my panties were soaking wet for him.
As I stood there shyly, half in the dimlight of my room and half in shadow, I slowly hooked my fingers into the hem of my tiny panties and slowly pulled it down my feet. I could see Mr. Chase eyes blazing as they stared at me, and as I shivered under his gaze.
I slowly lifted up the panties, examining that exact spot filled with my wetness for him.
Without breaking eye contact, I lifted my panties to my nose, inhaling my wetness as I closed my eyes. I opened slowly to see him shift, his breathing ragged as he kept looking at me. I could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. The way he moved, his eyes never leaving me even for a second.
He groaned then, his face tightening and his finger going to the front of his boxer. I gasped quietly as he pulled it down for me, and then again, as he reached inside.
I love that I was behaving like a little slut, stripping and playing with myself for my stepuncle to watch. I’m a naughty girl whose legs part wide open, showing her teenage pussy to her step uncle who is twenty nine years older than her.
His hand was moving faster and faster up and down his throbbing cock, and I groaned and let my own small fingers slide deep into my tight folds. His jaw tightened again as he watched me penetrate myself, watched how the soft light in my room glistened on my wet, sticky fingers as they slid in and out of my tight, hairy small cunt.
He watched how my face scrunched up with pleasure as my thumb brushed against my clit. We stayed like that, just watching the other, pleasuring ourselves:- the sexy, totally forbidden and unbelievably taboo act. With my legs quietly widely apart, I fingered myself faster and faster, feeling my own desire drip down my fingers from my small slit and my clit buzzing as my thumb flitted across it.
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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