Chapter 1 Sizzling Taboo

Amelia's POV: "Will you have dinner with us tonight?" my mom said to my father's stepbrother and his wife who had just moved into the small apartment adjourned to our house for the summer vacation when he came to return the lawnmower machine. My mom lent him to lawn the yard this morning. Hearing my mom invite, my stepuncle set my heart, beating wildly in my chest. I couldn't bear to look at Mr. Chase right in the eye for fear of what he might notice. Not like I don't want him to see it, I just don't have the courage to show him yet. I don't have the courage for Mr. Chase to see the lustful, hungry, and raw expression of how much I have been wanting him ever since I turned 19 last month. "Yeah, Ellie and I would love to," I heard his baritone voice that sent a thrill of sensation run through my body, settled down in my lower belly. I inhale and exhale as I felt my pussy throbb. If just his voice can have this much effect on me, i wonder what his mouth and hands would. God. It feels so wrong to feel this way towards Mr chase, a married man. He's related to my father even though he was adopted at a very young age, nevertheless he is family. It feels terribly, forbidden and an absolute taboo to lustfuly desire a married man. A man who is one way or the other related to us. "Great! See you both by 8pm" my mom said, closing the door. I walked out of the kitchen, not bothering to look at her as I walked into my room. We have just two hours before 8pm and I'm feeling nervous, excited and mixture of every other emotions I can't describe. The moment i set my eyes on him when my dad introduced him two years ago as his adopted stepbrother who had been serving in the military for a long time and had just returned, i felt something shift in the air. I wanted Chase Hemsworth, before I even really know what it feels like to desire someone. I mean, what wasn't there to want about him? He was charming, and rugged in that manly way you only read in books or saw in movies, and he always had something nice to say to me. He's well built. Those large hands, tight muscles and that penetrating dark eyes. He is also incredibly handsome with eyes that could literally make you melt, that strong jaw and totally dreamy smile. I knew he stirred something inside of me, even if I didn’t quite know what that something was. But I feel it every time I set my eyes on him. Whenever he gives me that sexy, dreamy smiles. Whenever he calls my name. He is twenty-nine years older than me, happily married, and just here for the summer vacation after which he and his wife would be long gone. He is way off limits. He's dangerous as they come. He's forbidden like the tree in the garden of eden. He is someone I should not even bother fantasizing about. He's someone I had been fantasizing about even before I went to college. But I couldn't help what I felt. And what started as our names written on the pages of my secret notebooks and childishly daydreams quickly turned into something much more adult and much more longing as I got older and clocked 19. I was barely able to talk around him he got me so tongue tied and flustered. He got me feeling things I have never felt or experienced with any other man. Not even boys in my college. I'd watch him from my bedroom window, biting my lip with bated breath as he peeled his t-shirt off his sweaty and muscled torso after mowing the lawn this morning. I'd let my eyes wander over every inch of his rugged chest, and imagine those big strong arms of his - still muscled from years of rigorous work out. I'd imagine what it would feel like seeing what is below his waist, that bulge pressed tightly against his jeans. He is not hard, yet he's full. He is full and he makes my mouth water hungrily. He looks full and he makes my pussy throbb. I tried to flirt with him when i came back home from college as a freshman and had just seen him again. But it obviously never led to anything in the slightest bit. To my stepuncle, I was just that his stepbrother's nineteen year old shy girl. I was just that little Amelia whose parents sent her to college as a fresh man. But still, the seed was there, and as first year turned into summer, that burning feeling of need and want got stronger and stronger the closer I got to leaving for college again for the new semester. I knew I'd get him one way or the other. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ Hours later after the dinner with stepuncle and his wife, I was in my bedroom, still imagining his strong arms around me when he hugged me and gave me a light peck on my cheek as they came for dinner. The way he complimented me in a polite manner infront of my parents and his wife. Letting me know that I'm now a big girl. To them it was just a formal statement, but it made my knees weak and my nipples harden. I couldn't not stop imagining if it was me being all horny and not in my right sense, but I swear I saw uncle Chase’s eyes darken as it landed on my cleavage. I saw him swallow and shift in his seat as I took a spoon ful of spaghetti and moan softly at how delicious it taste. I could still smells him on me when he hugged me and peck me on my cheek while telling us to have a wonderful night. Closing my eyes and bringing that memory of Chase’s arms around me, as he pressed me against his tonned chest, I sucked at my bottom lip as I let my hand slip down my young body until it fumbled at the elastic of my panties. I pushed my fingers beneath them, gasping slightly as I pushed them slowly over my mound before they slipped down into the slippery wet folds of my tight slit. I moaned quietly. In my head, my step uncle wasn't stopping at just holding me in his arms. In my fantasy, he was kissing me hungrily, his lips devouring mine and his tongue wrestling with my own as he clutched me to him. I slipped my fingers deeper into my wet sex as I imagined him kissing down my neck, tearing my shirt off putting his mouth all over my small breasts. I pinched my own nipple with my other hand, imagining it was his lips nipping at me. He’d grunt as he stroke my little pussy, as he'd pressed himself to me, and I'd moan loudly, crying out his name into the steamy night air as his hands find it's way to my to my wetness. But there's something about the way my inner thoughts rings so loudly in my ears. I opened my eyes immediately.