Seducing My Neighbor Uncle

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the quiet suburban neighborhood. Evelyn, an 18-year-old girl with a playful sparkle in her blue eyes, was perched on the windowsill of her apartment, watching her neighbor, Uncle Thomas, as he watered his garden. Thomas wasn't her real uncle—no blood relation at all—but he'd been a fixture in her life since she was a child, earning the affectionate title from years of barbecues, holiday gatherings, and quiet acts of kindness toward her family. His strong build and dark hair were a stark contrast to his kind face, which bore the lines of a man who had seen both joy and sorrow. Evelyn's heart fluttered as she watched him, her mind racing with a plan she had been formulating for days. She wanted to explore her desires, and Uncle Thomas was the perfect target. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of the chase was intoxicating. She had never felt this way about any of the boys her age, but there was something about Uncle Thomas, something primal and raw that drew her to him. Evelyn knocked on Uncle Thomas's door, her heart pounding in her chest. She clutched a towel and a change of clothes to her chest, her eyes sparkling with a mix of innocence and mischief. The door creaked open, revealing Uncle Thomas, his dark hair slightly disheveled from his gardening. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of Evelyn, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her blue eyes meeting his with a playful challenge. "Uncle Thomas," she said, her voice sweet and innocent, "I'm so sorry to bother you, but my faucet isn't working. Could I possibly use your shower? I promise I won't take long." Thomas hesitated, his mind racing with the implications of this request. He knew he should refuse, but the sight of her, her long legs and the soft curve of her body, was too much to resist. He stepped aside, allowing her to enter. "Of course, Evelyn. The bathroom is down the hall, first door on the left." Evelyn smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Thank you, Uncle Thomas. You're a lifesaver." As she walked down the hall, Thomas watched her, his eyes drawn to the sway of her hips. He felt a sudden rush of heat, a sensation he hadn't felt in years. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but the image of her lingered. Evelyn stepped into the bathroom, her heart pounding. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but the thrill of the chase was intoxicating. She quickly showered, the hot water cascading over her body, washing away the tension. She stepped out, wrapping the towel around her body, her skin still damp. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't resist the urge to push the boundaries. She begin her 1st plan. As she walked back into the living room, Thomas turned, his eyes widening as he saw her. She was standing before him, just in a towel wrapped around her body. He felt a sudden rush of heat, his body responding to her presence. He knew he should look away, but he couldn't. Evelyn stood before him, her body silhouetted by the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through the window. The towel was wrapped around her, clinging to her curves in a way that left little to the imagination. Her long blonde hair was damp, cascading over her shoulders, and her blue eyes sparkled with a mix of innocence and mischief. Thomas could see the outline of her petite figure, the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the hint of her thighs. He felt a sudden rush of heat, his body responding to her presence in a way he hadn't felt in years. He swallowed hard, his eyes drawn to the towel that barely covered her. He could see the faint outline of her nipples, hard and erect, pressing against the soft fabric. He could imagine the feel of her skin, soft and smooth, the way her body would feel against his. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but the image of her lingered. Evelyn suddenly let out shriek ,"Oops! I forgot that it wasn't my house, I'm so sorry uncle Thomas" She immediately ran inside the bathroom again, leaving him in trance. When she came back again, she was fully clothed as she hesitated "I'm truly sorry Uncle" Thomas cleared his dry throat "It's fine Evelyn. We all make mistakes" Evelyn smiled brightly, "You are best uncle. I am off now, Bye" CHAPTER 2 The sun had barely set, casting a warm, golden glow over the quiet suburban street. Evelyn's window, perched high above the ground, was ajar, a small, inviting sliver in the otherwise closed facade of her house. Inside, she stood on the edge of her bed, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She had spent the day preparing, her mind racing with plans and schemes, all designed to draw Uncle Thomas into her web of seduction. Uncle Thomas, a man of strong build and kind eyes, was a successful businessman, but his true passion lay in his garden. He was a man of routine, his days filled with meetings and late-night work, but his evenings were his own, spent tending to his plants and nurturing his garden. Evelyn knew this, and she had planned her 'accident' accordingly. As she stood there, her heart pounding in her chest, she took a deep breath and let her eyes drift to the window. She could see him now, his dark hair glinting under the streetlights as he watered his plants. She could see the way his muscles flexed under his shirt, the way his hands worked with such precision and care. She felt a strange flutter in her stomach, a sensation she had never felt before. Evelyn, her heart still pounding from the close encounter, made her way back to Uncle Thomas's garden. She had always loved the way the flowers bloomed here, the vibrant colors and sweet scent filling the air. But today, her mind was elsewhere, her thoughts consumed by the thrill of her game. She walked towards Uncle Thomas's garden, her hips swaying gently, her short skirt riding up a little higher than was strictly necessary. She knew he was watching, his eyes drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She wanted to tease him, to push him to the edge of his control. As she approached the garden, she heard the soft hum of his lawnmower. He was bent over, his strong back muscles rippling under his t-shirt as he pushed the machine through the grass. She took a deep breath, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew what she was about to do was risky, but the thought of the power she held over him sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She stepped into the garden, her skirt riding up even higher. She could see him glance at her out of the corner of his eye, his movements faltering for a moment. She walked towards him, her hips swaying, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the tension in his body, the way his hands tightened on the lawnmower handles. "Uncle Thomas," she said, her voice sweet and innocent, "I wanted to thank you again for letting me use your shower. I feel so much better now." Thomas swallowed hard, his eyes flicking from her face to her legs. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the war between his desire and his sense of right and wrong. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't resist the urge to push him further. She leaned down, her skirt riding up even higher, exposing more of her thighs. She could see the way his eyes widened, the way his breath hitched. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't stop. She wanted to see how far she could push him. She reached down, her fingers brushing against the grass. Suddenly, her legs slipped and she was on the ground as she let out a yelp. Thomas immediately went to her, helping her to stand up. She let out a feigned gasp, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "Oh, Uncle Thomas, I think I've just ruined my skirt." Thomas's eyes darted to her face, then to her skirt. She could see the way his eyes widened, the way his breath hitched. She knew she had him right where she wanted him. She stood up, her skirt now riding up to reveal the top of her panties. She could see the way his eyes darkened, the way his body tensed. "Don't worry, Evelyn," he said, his voice hoarse. "I'll help you clean it up." She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thank you, Uncle Thomas. You're the best." She turned, her skirt riding up even higher, exposing more of her ass. She could see the way his eyes followed her, the way his breath hitched. She knew she was pushing him to the limit, but she couldn't stop. She wanted to see how far she could take this. As Evelyn stood in the garden, her skirt lifted to reveal the curve of her ass and the thin fabric of her panties, Thomas's breath hitched. The sight of her, so innocent yet so provocative, sent a jolt of heat through him. He tried to maintain his composure, but his hand trembled as he reached out to dust off the dirt from her skirt. "Is it clean, Uncle?" Evelyn asked, her voice sweet and playful. She turned, her eyes meeting his, a mischievous glint in them. Thomas swallowed hard, his hand still hovering over her skirt. "No, the area where you fell was muddy, mud is little hard to clean" he managed to say, his voice hoarse. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at her audacity, her innocence, her pureness . He tentatively ran his hand over her skirt, feeling the dirt beneath his fingers. His hand brushed against her ass, and he felt a jolt of electricity course through him. He quickly pulled his hand away, but not before he felt the softness of her skin, the curve of her ass. Evelyn asked, her voice laced with a hint of both innocent and sultry. "Is it clean now, Uncle?" Thomas shook his head, his eyes drawn to her. He could see the outline of her panties, the curve of her ass, the way her skirt clung to her thighs. He felt a sudden rush of desire, a primal urge that he hadn't felt in years. He knew he should stop, that he should walk away, but he couldn't. He was drawn to her, to her innocence, her playfulness. He reached out again, his hand trembling as he brushed against her ass. He could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her flesh. He ran his hand over her, feeling the curve of her ass, the way her body responded to his touch. Due to his action, her panty shifted little, revealing what he shouldn’t see —her bare skin. His eyes widened at the forbidden site. But he was drawn to it, to her, as he rubbed his finger , still trembling, pressed lightly against the edge, then slid downward, trailing slowly along the damp curve. In his mind, he knew, he shouldn't, especially to the girl who he literally watched grow into fine young lady. But, he could feel her breath hitch, her body tense, which excites his guilty pleasure. "Uncle?" Her voice came shaky. "It's clean now" he said, as he felt the softness of her ass for the last time, before taking step back. Evelyn turned around, her face had that bright smile she always had, "Thank you uncle Thomas" CHAPTER 3 Inside Thomas's house, he sat on the edge of his bed, the glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across his room. His gaze drifted out his window—just across the narrow gap between the buildings, her window was open. He froze, saw from his room that window of Evelyn's room was open. Evelyn's bed was closer to her window As Thomas stood up, moving close to his window to get better look, his breath hitched, his eyes locked onto the scene unfolding across the way. The window was open, a soft amber light spilling out, casting a warm glow on Evelyn's silhouette. She was on the bed, a small towel wrapped around her sensual body, her head tilted slightly, her eyes closed. Her hand moved slowly, deliberately, across her bare thigh. It was a movement that was both innocent and provocative, a dance of self-discovery that was meant for her eyes only. Thomas felt a sudden rush of heat, a sensation that was both uncomfortable and exhilarating. He knew he should look away, that he was invading her privacy, but he couldn't. He was frozen, his body responding to the sight before him in a way he hadn't felt in years. His breath came in short gasps, his heart pounding in his ears. He was caught in a web of his own making, a web of desire and guilt. He watched as her hand moved higher, tracing the curve of her hip, the soft swell of her stomach. She was so close to the window, so exposed, yet she seemed oblivious to his presence. He felt a sudden pang of guilt, but it was quickly overridden by the raw, primal desire that was coursing through his veins. Her hand moved again, this time cupping her breast, her thumb brushing against her nipple. Thomas could see the outline of her body, the soft curve of her breast, the hard peak of her nipple. He felt a sudden rush of heat, his body responding to the sight before him. He swallowed hard, his throat dry, his body aching with a need he hadn't felt in years. He was drawn to her, to the sight of her, like a moth to a flame. He watched as she moved her hand lower, her fingers tracing the edge of her towel. She was so close to the edge, so close to revealing herself completely. She stood up, her hand moving to the knot of her towel. She untied it slowly, all her movement making his cock so hard that it was about to burst out of his pant. The towel fell to the floor, leaving her completely exposed. Thomas felt a sudden rush of heat, his body responding to the sight before him. She laid on bed again, her legs opened. He wish he could see her clearly. Evelyn's body was a silhouette against the soft light of her room, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders as she moved her hand between her legs. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming in soft gasps. He reached down, his hand finding the bulge in his pants. He could feel the heat of his desire, the hard length of his erection. He stroked himself through the fabric, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could still see her, the way her body had moved. He undressed his pants, almost hurriedly, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his own cock, the sensation of his own skin sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving Evelyn's figure. He watched as her fingers moved faster, her body arching with pleasure. He could see the way her body responded to her touch, the way her nipples hardened, the way her breath came in short gasps. His cock throbbed in his hand, the scene of her fingers sliding into her wet pussy driving him wild. He could imagine the feel of her skin, soft and smooth, the way her body would feel against his. He watched as she moved her fingers in and out of her pussy, her hips moving in rhythm with her hand. He could see the glistening wetness of her arousal in the moonlight. He could imagine her, her hand wrapped around his cock, her fingers stroking him, her lips wrapping around his head. Evelyn's breath hitched, her body tensing as she neared her climax. She bit her lip, her eyes fluttering open for a moment before closing again. Thomas could see the flush in her cheeks, the way her body trembled as she reached her peak. He felt a sudden rush of heat, his own body responding to her pleasure. As she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, Thomas felt his own release. His cock throbbed in his hand, the sensation of his orgasm washing over him. He watched as she collapsed onto her bed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her pleasure. He knew he should feel ashamed, should feel guilt for what he had just done with the girl who he had literally watched grow, but all he felt was a sense of satisfaction. He had been drawn into her game, had been seduced by her innocence and her mischief. He knew he was playing with fire, but he couldn't resist the urge to keep playing. He looked out his window, his gaze drifting back to her room. She was still there, her body sprawled across her bed, her breath coming in soft gasps. He promised to himself that it would be last time, but he don’t know what’s coming to him CHAPTER 4 Evelyn stood in the doorway, her eyes meeting Thomas's. "Uncle Thomas," she said, her voice soft and innocent, "I don't want to impose, but I was wondering if I could stay over tonight? My parents went out of town today, and I'm a bit nervous being alone." Thomas hesitated, his mind racing. He knew he should refuse, but the thought of having her in his home, under his care, was too much to resist. "Of course, Evelyn," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "You're always welcome here." Evelyn smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thank you, Uncle Thomas. You're the best." Thomas watched as she made herself comfortable on the couch, her long legs curled up beneath her. He tried to focus on the news on TV, but his eyes kept drifting to her. She was wearing a spaghetti straps nightgown, the way they clung to her curves made his heart race. He felt a sudden rush of heat,. As the night fell, gave the direction of his guestroom, and went to his own bedroom. He lay on bed but couldn't sleep, he tossed around in his bed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the midnight, Thomas directly headed towards the room at the end of the corridor. He twisted the knob and opened the door. He hesitated for a minute then stepped inside. He knew he was about to commit a sin. In the middle of the room, on the bed, there she was sleeping peacefully after ruining his sleep. He walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. He reached out to pinch her tender cheek. She was asleep, not waking up. But still he was careful, he gently caressed the young girl’s plump, pink lips. She suddenly stuck out her tongue, licking her lips, in the process, she licked even his finger. He froze. He could already imagine how this tongue would look while licking his cock. Just thinking about it, made him shudder in pleasure and his cock harden. He hovered her and pulled up her nightgown up to her shoulder, revealing her body just covered by her undergarments. His took deep breath as he undid her bra, her soft, white breast full in his view. He reached out his hand slowly to her breast and carefully kneaded them. So soft Suddenly she shuffled, he froze immediately. She mumbled in her sleep and he drew out sigh in relief as he continued his work. He lowered his head and took her now harden nipple in his mouth and bit it softly, his hand kneading her other breast. He was gentle as to not wake her. His other hand glided down until it reached to her torso, just above her panty. He slowly slides his finger inside her panty and came across her pussy. His breathing grew. She was wet. He rubbed her clit and she let out a soft moan. He whispered “What a slutty body, even in her sleep, she is responding like this” He withdrew his hand and then released his cock which was so hard that it was aching. He took her one leg and made it rest onto his shoulder, and slid in his hot, pulsing cock in between her underwear and pussy. Furthermore, then he pulled up her underwear again such that his cock and her pussy would be pressed against each other snugly. Thomas started to thrust shallowly, as his cock started to grind her pussy but he didn’t dare to slide his cock inside her pussy. He was breathing heavily. This guilty pleasure was too much for him. She moaned in her sleep. The tip of his cock made her panty bulge and fall repeatedly, and her pussy kept releasing arousal fluids. Thomas pulled his cock away from her pussy folds for a bit before viciously thrusting forward again. The constant grinding made Evelyn shudder. After repeated thrusting for while Evelyn started to whimper. Thomas reached out and pinched her hard nipple. Her nipple were pinched, twisted and pulled by this older man. Her eyes trembled as she let out soft moan in her sleep, exciting him. He clearly felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter from his cock. He sped up his thrust without a care whether she could get awake or not. His dick continued to grind against her tender pussy, causing her underwear to be fully soaked. His dick got harder as his throat couldn’t help but release some muffled groan. His cock rubbed harder against her clit and he sped up his pace, making both his cock and area between her legs all slippery. Evelyn still in her dreamland, frowned and moaned, “mhmm” He withdrew his cock from her underwear and stroked it fast few times before shooting cum to her boobs. He stabilized his breath and took out tissue and wiped her body carefully, before putting on her clothes in their places. He quickly walked out of guestroom, still not believing what he has done. He simply hopes that Evelyn, never got to know all this. But what he don’t know is that, when he closed the door from outside, the girl who he thought was deeply in sleep, opened her eyes slowly, her breathing heavy as she looked at the closed door. CHAPTER 5 The sun spilled through the curtains when Evelyn finally emerged from the guestroom, her hair tousled but her smile bright and carefree. “Good morning, Uncle,” she chirped, her voice light, almost teasing. Thomas, already at the dining table with a half-empty cup of coffee, cleared his throat roughly. He couldn’t meet her eyes. “Morning. Sit, have some breakfast.” She slid into the chair opposite him, humming softly as she nibbled on toast, sipping juice with an innocence that made his stomach twist. He stole glances at her, guilt gnawing at him. Did she know? Was she truly asleep? But her smile never faltered. She looked at him as though nothing had happened in the dark of last night. When the meal was over, she stood, smoothing her skirt. “I’ll head back now,” she said, walking toward the door. Thomas let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. But then she paused, her hand on the knob, and turned with a small, knowing tilt of her head. “Uncle,” she said sweetly, “Mom and Dad will be back tomorrow. Can I sleep here again tonight?” The question hit him like a hammer. His grip on the coffee mug tightened, his throat dry. All he could do was nod. And as she left, Evelyn’s lips curved into the faintest, most triumphant smile. --------------------------------------------------- Night fell heavy and quiet. Evelyn slipped back into Thomas’s house, her nightgown brushing softly against her legs. She offered him a sweet smile before heading to the guestroom without protest this time. Thomas exhaled in relief. Perhaps tonight would be normal. Perhaps the storm inside him would finally calm. But sometime past midnight, a soft knock came at his door. “Uncle?” her voice was small, hesitant. “I… I’m a little scared to sleep alone. Can I stay here with you?” His heart thudded in his chest. He opened the door and found her standing there, her hair falling loose around her shoulders, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. He hesitated, torn, but finally stepped aside. “Alright,” he muttered. “Just for tonight.” She slipped into his bed, settling beside him. At first, she was still, curled demurely on her side. But after a few minutes, she shifted closer, her warmth pressing into him. Then one smooth leg hooked over his, her thigh brushing dangerously close to his crotch. Thomas sucked in a sharp breath, his body betraying him instantly. He tried to shift away, but she snuggled closer, deliberately rubbing her body against his. “Evelyn…” he rasped, his hand catching her hip. “What are you doing?” Silence hung between them. Then her lips brushed his ear, her whisper hot and devastating: “I wasn’t asleep last night.” His whole body went rigid. Her lips brushed his jaw as she breathed, “I felt everything you did. Every touch. Every… grind. And do you know what, Uncle?” Her hand slid lower, pressing against the hard length beneath his pants. “I wanted more.” Thomas groaned, a tortured sound torn from his chest. All the guilt, all the restraint he’d built up shattered in an instant. He grabbed her face, kissing her hard, desperate, his tongue claiming her mouth. She moaned into him, arching her body against his, and he felt the fire consume him. “You little slut,” he growled between kisses, his hands roaming her curves, pulling the nightgown up until it bunched at her waist. “Do you know what you’ve done to me?” “Yes,” she gasped, grinding her panties against his hardness. “I’ve been waiting for you to stop pretending.”. She breathed “And I want you to do it again. Don’t stop this time.” That was all the permission he needed. The guilt that had plagued him burned away in the heat of her confession. His mouth devoured hers, his hands exploring her trembling body. She welcomed every touch, every kiss, her moans filling the darkened room. His eyes devoured the sight — her flushed cheeks, her heaving chest, the wet patch staining her panties. He ripped the thin fabric aside, baring her slick folds, and lowered his mouth. She cried out as his tongue dragged slowly up her slit, teasing her swollen clit. Her hands flew to his hair, tugging, guiding, desperate. “Thomas—oh God!” she gasped as he sucked hard, lapping her wetness, devouring her like a starving man. Every moan, every whimper drove him deeper into madness. When she was trembling on the edge, he pulled back, his lips glistening with her arousal. He pushed his pants down, freeing his thick, aching cock, and positioned himself at her entrance. Evelyn looked up at him, her eyes wide, pleading. “Please… I want it. I’ve wanted you for so long.” And when he finally slid inside her tight, waiting heat, both of them gasped — one with relief, the other with bliss. She was tight, so tight, her body clinging to him. He stilled, kissing her gently, letting her adjust before driving deeper. Her gasp turned into a moan, her legs wrapping around him as she urged him on. He began to thrust, slow at first, then harder, faster, their bodies colliding in a rhythm that shook the bed. Every time he buried himself to the hilt, she cried out his name, nails digging into his back. The forbidden thrill — the uncle she wasn’t related to, the neighbor, the man she had seduced — only fueled her climax. “Thomas!” she screamed as her body clenched around him, shattering in ecstasy. The feel of her pulsing tightness dragged his own release from him, and with a final, deep thrust, he spilled inside her with a guttural roar. He collapsed against her, both of them trembling, drenched in sweat, gasping for breath. Evelyn smiled lazily, her lips brushing his ear. “See? You didn’t corrupt me, Uncle. I corrupted you.” He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her, holding her tight. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, her breath warm on his skin. And he knew, right then and there, that he was lost. Lost to her, lost to this, lost to whatever came next. CHAPTER 6 Thomas stirred awake, sunlight spilling across the bed. His first hazy thought was guilt — the night before replaying in fragments. He should have pushed her away. He should have— A sudden wet heat around his cock stole the rest of his thoughts. His eyes shot open. Evelyn was under the sheets, her head bobbing slowly, her lips wrapped tight around his morning wood. The sight made his breath hitch, his body betraying him instantly, swelling against her eager mouth. Evelyn’s head moved steadily, her lips stretched around his cock, her tongue teasing every inch as her hand stroked what her mouth couldn’t take. “Evelyn…” His voice was hoarse, half-gasp, half-warning. “What are you—God…” She looked up at him, eyes sparkling with wicked glee, before swallowing him deeper. The warmth, the suction, the eager way she moaned around him — it tore through the last of his restraint. His guilt melted into pure, consuming pleasure. “Fuck…” he groaned, his hand found her hair, gripping tight, guiding her rhythm faster, harder, until she gagged and choked, tears spilling from her eyes. He couldn’t resist anymore. His hips bucked, driving into her throat, using her, until with a guttural growl he exploded. He held her head down, spilling hot and heavy into her throat as she swallowed desperately. The sight of her taking it all, her throat working, undid him completely. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning like a devil in angel’s skin. “Mmm. Morning, Uncle.” Something in him snapped. In one swift motion, Thomas grabbed her, dragged her up, and rolled her beneath him. His body pressed down in the , his cock hard again, slipping between her slick folds. Her breath hitched, but she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. His voice was rough, almost feral. “You’ve ruined me, Evelyn,” “You’ve broken my sanity… now I won’t be gentle. I’ll show you what this old man can do.” He slammed into her in one deep thrust, making her cry out, her hands gripping the sheets. His hips pounded relentlessly, the bed shaking with every hard stroke. He thrust deep into her, making her cry out. The sound of her moans filled the room as he pumped into her relentlessly, each stroke deeper, harder, as if trying to bury his guilt inside her heat. Her nails clawed at his back, her cries of pleasure driving him faster. He kissed her hard, devouring her lips as their bodies slapped together in a fevered rhythm. But halfway through, He suddenly pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up. Evelyn gasped as he shoved into her from behind — his thrusts rough and feral, the bed shaking with his power. Her moans turned into screams, muffled against the sheets as he grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. “You wanted the beast in me?” he snarled in her ear, slamming into her harder. “Now take him.” His hips pounded mercilessly, balls slapping against her soaked pussy, his grip on her waist iron-tight as he drove deeper and deeper. Evelyn’s body convulsed, her climax ripping through her as she screamed his name. But Thomas wasn’t done. He was lost in the madness of her — lost in the ecstasy that devoured every shred of guilt. His thrusts became frantic, desperate, until with a roar, he spilled inside her, filling her completely as her body shuddered under him. They collapsed together, drenched in sweat, breathing ragged. Thomas buried his face in her hair, the taste of her still on his lips. He knew there was no undoing this. He was hers now, fully, hopelessly. CHAPTER 7 Morning came bright and noisy. Evelyn’s parents returned, arms full of travel bags and smiles. She hugged them warmly, hiding the guilty ache in her body from the night before. Across the street, Thomas stood at his window, pulse quickening with both relief and dread. By noon, a knock sounded at his door. Evelyn’s father stood there with a grateful smile. “Thomas, thank you for looking after our girl. She told us she was too nervous to sleep alone. Please—join us for lunch as thanks.” Thomas hesitated, but Evelyn appeared behind her father, her blue eyes glinting with mischief. “Please, Uncle. It would mean so much.” He couldn’t say no. ________________________________________ The dining table was laid with food, laughter filling the air. Evelyn slid into the seat right beside Thomas, close enough that her bare arm brushed his whenever she moved. She smiled sweetly, as her mother filled her plate, the very image of a dutiful daughter. But under the table her warm thigh pressed deliberately against his. At first, Thomas shifted, clearing his throat, trying to focus on her father’s story about the long trip. But then her leg rubbed against him again, and her lips curled in a private smile. When he felt her bare foot slip from her sandal and touch his ankle, his pulse spiked. She stroked upward slowly, teasing along his calf until her toes brushed the hard outline straining his pants. Thomas’s fork paused mid-air. He glanced sideways. Evelyn kept her gaze fixed on her plate, as if she were the perfect angel. “Evelyn, eat more vegies,” her mother chided lightly. “Yes, Mom,” Evelyn replied innocently, cutting her vegetables. But her foot rubbed more firmly against Thomas’s bulge. He clenched his jaw. Enough. Thomas slid his hand onto her thigh under the table. Evelyn stiffened, her fork pausing mid-air, then gave the tiniest shiver as his fingers crept higher. He stroked dangerously close to the edge of her panties, his thumb tracing lazy circles. Her father lifted his glass. “Thomas, really — thank you again for helping. Sorry for the trouble my daughter caused.” Thomas’s fingers pressed against Evelyn’s damp panties. Her breath caught, her fork clinking softly on her plate. But, his voice stayed calm. “It’s no trouble. Truly. I’m… glad to help.” Her father chuckled. “You’re such a great man.” At that moment, Thomas pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers inside her soaked heat. Evelyn’s whole body tensed, thighs trembling as she struggled not to make a sound. She raised her glass to her lips to hide the small gasp that escaped. Her mother leaned forward. “Thomas, more rice?” Evelyn clutched her napkin tight as he curled his fingers deep inside her, her orgasm building mercilessly. She bent her head low, pretending to cough, but what tore through her body was no cough. Her pussy clenched greedily, wetness spilling over his hand. Her climax ripped silent and hard, thighs clamping around his hand as her parents carried on, oblivious. Only Thomas knew the truth — the slick coating his fingers, the pulsing grip of her pussy milking him under the table. He withdrew slowly, smirking, and brought the fingers casually to his lips, sucking them clean as he coughed into his fist. Evelyn’s eyes widened, her blush deepening as her father droned on about travel delays. ________________________________________ After lunch, Thomas stood to leave, smirking faintly. Evelyn chimed quickly, “I’ll go play with Uncle.” Her mother frowned. “Don’t bother him, sweetheart.” But Thomas interjected smoothly, “It’s no trouble. In fact, I’m glad Evelyn keeps this lonely man company.” Her mother smiled warmly. “Then Evelyn, this summer vacation, you should keep him company more.” Evelyn’s cheeks glowed with innocence, but when she looked at Thomas her eyes burned with promise. “I’ll be more than happy to do so.” ________________________________________ Minutes later, his door clicked shut. The polite mask shattered. Evelyn grabbed his collar, kissing him hungrily, pressing her body against his. Thomas growled, pinning her to the wall. He yanked her panties down, lifted her leg, and drove into her in one brutal thrust. Evelyn gasped, clutching his shoulders, nails digging in. “You made me finger you in front of your parents,” he snarled. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?” “Yes… Uncle… harder…” she gasped, clinging to him. His thrusts grew punishing, her cries muffled against his shoulder, her body shuddering with each deep stroke. The wet slap of their bodies echoed in the small room. They barely made it to the couch. He bent her over the armrest, pounding into her from behind. Her cries muffled into the cushions. Her ass rippled with each slap of his hips, her juices dripping down her thighs. “Such a sweet daughter,” he mocked darkly, yanking her hair back so her spine arched. “If only they knew how their angel screams for me.” Her pussy clenched tight around him, climaxing again as he drove into her harder. Still unsatisfied, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. This time he slowed — their mouths locked in a devouring kiss as his thrusts grew deeper, filling her completely. Evelyn’s legs wrapped tight around him, drawing him closer with each motion until they both shattered together, his release spilling hot inside her. They collapsed into each other, sweaty, trembling, breath mingling. Across the street, her parents sat with tea, blissfully unaware that their “great man” neighbor was buried deep inside their daughter, consumed by the desire she’d awakened in him. ________________________________________ CHAPTER 8 The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm, inviting light over Evelyn's bedroom. The room was a sanctuary of sorts, a haven from the bustling world outside. The walls were adorned with posters of her favorite bands, and the shelves were filled with books and trinkets that told the story of her youth. The air was filled with the faint scent of her favorite perfume, a sweet, intoxicating aroma that seemed to cling to the very fabric of the room. Her parents were asleep in the room next door, but Evelyn’s body refused rest. Memories of Thomas’s touch, his voice, his heat inside her, wouldn’t let her sleep. So, she texted him to come over to her room. He had responded with a single word: "Coming." She had felt a thrill run through her, a mix of excitement and fear that was both exhilarating and terrifying. She had never done anything like this before, but there was something about Thomas that made her want to take risks. A soft tap at the window jolted her. She pushed back the curtain and saw him — Thomas, his tall frame barely visible in the moonlight. Her pulse raced as she unlatched the window and helped him inside. He caught her in his arms immediately, pulling her against him. “Evelyn,” he whispered harshly, “this is madness. Your parents are right next room.” Her lips curved into a wicked smile. “Doesn’t it make it more exciting?” She kissed him before he could answer, and the world melted away. His hands roamed her body as they tumbled onto her bed, blankets tangling around them. His mouth devoured hers hungrily, Thomas pressed her down, hands already sliding beneath her nightdress. His body fit against hers perfectly, his hardness pressing insistently between her thighs. “Keep quiet,” he breathed into her ear as he slid inside her, his body pressing her into the mattress. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he moved slowly, deliberately, each thrust deep and controlled so the creak of the bed wouldn’t betray them. Their mouths stayed locked, swallowing every moan, every sharp intake of breath. And then— a sound, the floorboards creaked as they heard footsteps. Evelyn froze, eyes wide. “Mom,” she mouthed. Thomas pulled out instantly, rolling off the bed. He slid to the floor, crouching against the wall in the shadows. Evelyn yanked her blanket up over her bare body, snatched her phone from the nightstand, and forced her expression into one of casual innocence, and forced her breaths quiet. The door cracked open. Her mother’s tired face appeared, hair messy from sleep. “Evelyn, stop scrolling so late. You’ll ruin your eyes.” “Yes, Mom,” Evelyn said sweetly, forcing a smile as though nothing was wrong. Her mother’s eyes lingered on her daughter’s innocent face, then softened. “Go to sleep, darling.” Evelyn nodded. The door stayed open as Mom stood there. And then she felt it—Thomas’s hand sliding beneath the blanket. He was still on the floor, unseen, his broad shoulders hidden by the bedframe. But his fingers… oh God, his fingers were already parting her folds, stroking her softly. Evelyn’s heart thudded against her ribs. Her lips parted as a gasp nearly escaped, but she turned it into a little yawn instead, playing the tired girl for her mother’s watchful eyes. “Yes, Mom. Goodnight,” she whispered, her legs trembling under the blanket. Her mother finally left, closing the door with a soft click. The moment the latch caught, Evelyn let out a strangled whimper into the blanket. Thomas’s fingers had never stopped. Now freed from the risk of being seen, they worked her mercilessly, stroking her clit in tight circles. “Thomas—” she hissed softly, eyes darting to the door. “Shhh,” he warned, his voice rough. “Keep your voice down. You don’t want her coming back, do you?” Her answer came in the form of a muffled whimper as his fingers circled her clit. She bit her blanket to stay quiet, legs trembling as he worked her expertly, his other hand gripping her thigh to hold her steady. The thrill of it — her mother just steps away, the man hidden on the floor making her lose control — it was too much. Her phone slipped from her hand as her hips jerked against his touch. A muffled cry nearly escaped her lips as she came hard, her body shuddering under the blanket. Thomas smirked up at her from the shadows, licking his fingers clean before crawling back onto the bed. He pressed his weight over her again, whispering darkly in her ear: “You nearly got us caught. Reckless girl.” “I… I couldn’t help it,” she panted, wrapping her arms around his neck. Thomas slid inside her in one smooth thrust, this time slower, deeper,. Evelyn’s muffled scream caught in his chest as he kissed her fiercely, swallowing every sound. Each thrust was deliberate, punishing in its control, while her muffled moans vibrated against his lips. When she grew too loud, he broke the kiss and clamped his large hand tightly over her mouth. “You’ll wake her,” he growled against her ear, hips slamming harder. “Is that what you want, for Mommy to walk in and see me ruining you?” Her eyes rolled back, muffled pleas lost against his palm. Her body shook, the risk, the danger, the heat — it made her orgasm crash over her again, tighter and more desperate than before. She convulsed under him, nails digging into his back. Thomas held her down, hand locked over her mouth as his own control broke. Thomas gritted his teeth, as he buried his face in her neck, muffling his groan against her skin, losing himself to her, finally spilling deep inside her, grinding through every last spasm. They collapsed together, sweaty and breathless, listening for any sound outside her door. But the house stayed quiet. Only then did Thomas finally released her mouth, brushing damp hair from her flushed face. Evelyn giggled softly, whispering against his ear: “See? I told you it’s more exciting this way.” His only answer was a hungry kiss, his body already stirring again despite the danger. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 9 Lunch lingered into the afternoon, Evelyn’s parents cheerfully chatting with Thomas. Her father has invited him for the casual talk and was talking to him, while her mother fussed with the teapot, refilling cups. Thomas sat politely, though his thoughts were lingering. Every time Evelyn brushed against him under the table, his blood ran hotter. Her hand had rested on his thigh more than once, her fingertips ghosting dangerously close to the hardening bulge in his trousers. Thomas shifted uncomfortably at the table, his cock still half-hard from the teasing she’d given him under the table earlier. He cleared his throat and stood. “Excuse me… I need to use the bathroom,” he said casually. Evelyn immediately pushed back her chair. “I’ll show you the way,” she offered sweetly. Her mother barely looked up from the teapot. “Go, show him way, dear.” Thomas followed Evelyn down the hallway, heart thudding with a mix of dread and anticipation. She led him into the small bathroom and shut the door behind them with a soft click. The moment the latch turned, she shoved him against the sink, her fingers trailed down his chest. “Evelyn—” he hissed, “are you out of your mind?” Her mischievous eyes flashing. Her fingers moved down, tugging his belt. “I couldn’t wait anymore…” she whispered. Thomas groaned, his restraint snapping. “You little devil—” Before he could finish, Evelyn was on her knees, pulling his cock free. It sprang hard into her waiting hands. She licked her lips, teasing the tip before swallowing him whole. The sound of her gagging filled the small bathroom, wet and filthy. Spit dripped from her lips onto the floor as she bobbed her head, eyes locked on him. Thomas gripped the sink, knuckles white, trying to breathe quietly. Every obscene sound of her sucking echoed in the cramped space. His hips betrayed him, thrusting forward into her eager mouth. Evelyn moaned around his cock, the vibration shooting straight through him. “Fuck, Evelyn,” he groaned under his breath, one hand tangling in her hair. Thomas grabbed her hair, forcing her deeper, fucking her throat with ragged thrusts. “You’re sucking me while your parents are in the next room,” he hissed. Her only answer was a muffled moan, vibrating around his cock. Tears pooling in her eyes as she gagged and drooled for him. Then her father’s voice drifted faintly down the hall. “Thomas? Everything alright?” Thomas bit back a curse, teeth clenched as Evelyn kept bobbing on him, wickedly unbothered. He forced his voice steady. “Yes—just… washing up.” Only did her heard faint footsteps of him going away. Evelyn moaned in approval around him, sucking harder. He knew he was seconds from losing control, but he didn’t want to finish like this. With a growl, he yanked her up, spun her around, and bent her over the sink Her skirt flipped up, panties yanked to the side. He plunged into her with one fierce thrust. Evelyn's muffled gasp turned into a soft whimper as Thomas filled her, his cock stretching her deliciously. Her fingers gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles white, as she tried to muffle her moans. Thomas's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move, each thrust deep and deliberate. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the small bathroom, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Evelyn gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle her moans. “Fuck—Uncle—” “Shut up,” Thomas growled against her ear, pounding into her in short, sharp strokes. His hand joined hers over her mouth, muffling her whimpers. “Do you want your parents to come knocking on the door and see their sweet daughter getting ruined like this?” Her pussy clenched tighter around him at his filthy words, and she whimpered into her palm, her fluids dripping down her thighs as she closed her eyes in pleasure. Not satisfied, forcing her to stare into the mirror. “Look at yourself,” he snarled. “Look at how much you love this.” Their eyes met in the reflection — Evelyn’s wide, glassy with lust, her lips parted in desperate pleasure. She nodded frantically as he fucked her harder, his cock slamming so deep her body shook against the sink. She tried to moan his name but his hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the sound. “Quiet, slut.” Thomas's hands moved from her mouth to her breasts, squeezing them roughly through her shirt. He pinched her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Evelyn moaned, her head falling back against his chest. Thomas's lips found her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. He could feel her heart racing, her body trembling as she got closer to the edge. Her muffled cries only made him thrust harder, her fingers clawing the sink for balance. She shattered around him with a violent shudder, her climax soaking his cock. She bit down on her hand to muffle her scream, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. Thomas grunted, holding her tight, but didn't stop, his cock continuing to move inside her, drawing out her orgasm until she was a limp, shaking mess. He pulled out suddenly and spun her to face him. Before she could catch her breath, he sat her on the sink’s edge, spreading her legs wide. She wrapped them around his waist, pulling him back inside with a needy whimper. This time his thrusts were slower, deeper, punishingly controlled. He kissed her hard, swallowing her moans, their tongues tangling as he filled her again and again. Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging crescents into his skin. Her body convulsing as orgasm ripped through her again. Her pussy milked him mercilessly, drawing his release, as his control snapped. He slammed into her one last time and came deep, his hot cum spilling inside her. He pulled out, panting, watching her collapse over the sink, her thighs trembling, his seed dripping down her legs. Evelyn slid off the sink, smoothed her hair, fixed her skirt, and giggled breathlessly. Thomas shook his head in disbelief, his cock still twitching. “You’re going to kill me, girl.” With a cheeky grin, Evelyn kissed him quickly and slipped out of the bathroom first, leaving him to collect himself before rejoining the family — as if nothing had happened. Back at the dining table, her mother poured tea, her father. Evelyn sat quietly,beside her father, sipping tea with the sweetest innocence. But, her skirt was hiding the sticky warmth that slipped between her thighs. Follow on Wattpad for more: @taelora CHAPTER 10 Evelyn slipped quietly into Thomas's house, her summer dress swaying around her thighs. He was waiting for her in the dark, tense, his eyes already burning with hunger. She barely had time to whisper his name before he pulled her into a kiss — deep, desperate, claiming. His hands roamed her body as though he hadn't touched her in weeks, not hours. "Balcony," he rasped, already dragging her toward the sliding glass door. Her brows shot up. "What? Out there?!" Her heart pounded as she glanced across the street, where her parents' bedroom light still glowed faintly through the curtains. The curtains drawn but not shut tight. "They'll see us," she whispered nervously. "That's the thrill," Thomas growled, sliding the door open and pulling her out into the humid night. "You've ruined me, Evelyn. I can't hide this anymore. I need you now." The night air was cool against her heated skin, the sound of crickets and the faint hum of the neighborhood wrapping around them. He pushed her back against the railing, kissing her neck hungrily. His hands were already beneath the hem of her dress, fingers skimming up her thigh with slow, cruel intent. His touch sent shockwaves through her core, making her knees weaken. Her breath caught as his fingers brushed her panties. "Uncle... please, not here—" she whispered, her breath trembling. "Yes. Here." His voice was rough, urgent. He hooked the soaking fabric aside. The instant his skin touched her, her back arched instinctively, breath hitching. He rubbed her with deliberate slowness at first, circling her clit with the pads of his fingers, watching her shudder under his touch. She bit her lip hard, eyes fluttering, trying to contain the moans that threatened to spill out. The he sank two fingers into her dripping core. Evelyn gasped, clutching his shoulders, her thighs quivering. His fingers curled expertly inside her, plunging deeper, stroking every sensitive edge until she could no longer resist. "Look," he whispered, angling her chin toward the glow of her parents' window as his fingers curled inside her. "Your mom and dad are right there. And their sweet little girl is about to cum on her neighbor's hand." "Uncle..." she whimpered, shivering, "what if they hear us?" "Then you'll have to keep quite or else they'll know how much you love my cock," he whispered against her ear, his voice dark and trembling with lust. Her body jolted, her lips parting in a muffled cry as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, fingering her harder. She clung to him desperately, hips rolling helplessly against his hand. The thrill of danger made her wetter, needier. She tried to push his wrist away, but he held firm, fucking her with two fingers until she nearly screamed. He caught her cry with his mouth, muffling her against his lips. When she was a quivering mess, Thomas sat heavily in the balcony chair, pulling her down with him. His cock already rock hard against her belly as he yanked her panties aside. "Ride me," he commanded, voice guttural. Her cheeks flushed deep crimson, her thighs shook as she straddled him, her parents' glowing window taunting her from across the street. Her eyes flicking nervously to the street. What if a car passed? What if her parents opened the curtains? Her pussy clenched just thinking about it. Slowly, trembling, she lowered herself onto him, guiding his length into her wet, aching entrance. His cock stretching her tight walls. She smothered a moan against his shoulder as she sank down, he filled her completely. "That's it," Thomas groaned, gripping her hips, forcing her to take every inch. "Bounce on it, princess. Let's see if Mommy can hear her angel milking her uncle's cock." Her body jolted with pleasure at his filthy words. She began to move, bouncing in his lap, her bare ass slapping against his thighs. Each time she sank down, she could see her parents' room — so close, too close. The soft voice of her ass slapping against his thighs echoing obscenely in the night. Her dress rode up around her waist, leaving her bare for the world to see. Thomas' grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He began to move with her, his hips thrusting upwards to meet her descent. His hand moved from her mouth to her breast, squeezing it roughly through her dress. He pinched her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She moaned against his shoulder, her hips moving in sync with his thrusts. Thomas's other hand moved to her throat, his fingers wrapping around it gently. He tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him. His teeth found her pulse, nipping at it as he fucked her harder. "Uncle," she whimpered, leaning into his shoulder. "If they see..." "Then they'll see who owns you now," he snarled, thrusting up into her so hard she nearly cried out. He clapped his hand over her mouth, muffling her desperate moans as he pounded her from below, his hips bucking desperately, his chair creaking with the force. He drove into her deeper, faster, until the sound of her body slapping against his filled the night air. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the night air, the scent of sex heavy around them. Evelyn's moans were muffled against his shoulder, her fingers digging into his skin as she clung to him. Each movement drove her closer to the edge, her body writhing in rhythm with his relentless pounding. Her orgasm tore through her violently. her body clenching around him. Her muffled scream shook against his palm as her pussy squeezed him tight, soaking his cock and thighs. Thomas growled, pounding up into her as her pussy milked him, until he came with a guttural groan, spilling deep inside her, his cum flooding her and dripping down onto the chair. He held her there, buried deep, while her body twitched around him. They collapsed together, trembling, panting, still joined. Evelyn dared to glance across the street. The light in her parents' room flickered — and for one terrible, thrilling moment, she thought she saw the curtains shift. She slid off his lap, his cum trickled warmly down her thighs, soaking her panties before she could even tug them back up. Evelyn smirked, brushing her hair back as she tiptoed toward the door. "I'm going home like this," she whispered, kissing his jaw. "I want to fall asleep still full of you... right across the street from them." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Follow on Wattpad for more: @amirae007