Chapter 3 Sizzling Taboo

I mean, I had never really seen a penis physically before, aside from spying on my friend older brother in the shower years ago or the few glimpses of porn I'd seen. It is a whole new and different feeling, seeing it for real and knowing who it belongs to. But I knew enough to know that the thick, gorgeous looking cock jutting out from stepucle's muscled abdomen was decidedly enormous. His cock is the most beautiful thing I have seen all my life. His pubic hair surrounded it like a well trimmed garden. The naughty part of me wants to go on my knees, my hair tied to the back, my small mouth wide open as I swallow him whole, taking him deep into my throat as I lick and suck every inch of his thick cock. I want to run my tongue all round the tip of his cock, tasting his saltiness. To swallow every drop of his cum. I could see his erection dying down, yet it still looked big. I doubt if it could fit my tight channel. The thought made my mouth water and my pussy throb. I watched him put on his boxer and walked out of the room. After that, I slumped back into my bed to grin and blush to myself about what I'd just seen. Their love making was so hot, in fact, that I actually fingered my still buzzing slit into another mini-orgasm right there in my bed as the grunts and sound of the couple replayed over and over again in my head. ♠︎♠︎♠︎♠︎ Two week later when my stepuncle invited the whole family over to the apartment they were staying for the summer vacation for dinner. I'm not going to lie, I made myself look good before we went over that night, and I did it entirely for him. The image of their sex making hadn't leave my brain or my vision since that night. The image of him fucking his wife with so much force, so much strength of a man makes my pussy throb and fucking wet. Dinner was going to be casual, but I still put on a sexy, yet not slutty short skirt and wide-necked shirt that hung off my shoulders that managed to flatter my slender form instead of highlighting my lack of, well, much of a bust up there. I even didn't bother to put on a pair of panties. I blush at the thought of sitting right across my uncle, his eyes on me having no idea I'm naked underneath. I could feel my heart hammering as we walked across our yard to theirs and my stomach flip flopped when my dad rang the doorbell. The door swung open, and there he was, looking gorgeous as ever. Crisp white T- shirt stretched tight across his broad tanned chest and shoulders and a casual pair of jeans. "Hey guys! Come on in Adam! Marie; and-" He froze mid sentence as he focused on me, and I could see him stumbling for his words as his eyes went wide slightly before clearing his throat. "Amelia! Wow, hey!” He finally stammered out, his eyes quickly moving over my body before he seemed to catch himself. I blushed under his wide-eyed stare, his mouth hanging slightly open as his gaze ran up and down the whole new girl standing before him. I noticed he look a bit surprise and quickly got a hold of himself. The way he looked at me for that quick second got me feeling things I should never. My heart beat wildly in my chest. I tried to remain composed as I'm currently infront of my parents and most especially his wife. "Come on in, guys, food's just about done!" His wife Ellie said, giving us a warm smile as we made our way in. My stepuncle stepped aside and ushered us in. As I stepped past him into the house, I felt a thrill rush through me as I felt his linger gaze burn into me. As we milled around, talking and me filling everybody in on the usual questions before we sat down for lasagna. And it was then that I started to notice something. Much to my glee, My stepuncle could not keep his eyes off of me. I thought at first I was just imagining in it. But the more it kept happening - the more I kept just missing his eyes on me as I'd turn, or his lingering smile as I recounted something and also mutter in agreement to what my mom was saying- the more sure I was, and it made me glow inside. I actually had My uncle's attention! His eyes are fixed on me, and he's letting me know that he's looking at me. He's daming the consequences of someone noticing him starring at his brother's young daughter. His dark eyes are fixed on me and I felt my nipples harden. After we were finished with dinner, my dad and my stepuncle walked over to the bar cart in the corner of his living room. I noticed my mom and his wife having their own private discussion, and since I was the youngest among them, I knew I had to do the dishes. The dinner had been nerve-wracking as I pretended not to notice my stepuncle feasting his eye on me. The way his adam apple bobbed as he licked his lips and swallow. The thought of being naughty and letting him know that I had come to his apartment with literally nothing underneath sent a thrill down my body. I try to keep my wayward emotion in check as I gave him one last glance before moving to the kitchen. When I looked at where he was standing with my father, my uncle was already looking at me. His eyes darken and filled with something I couldn't describe. The moment i entered the kitchen, i could feel my legs go week and unintentionally some of the plate fell on the ground. I gasp as i bent down to pick up the broken pieces of plate scattered all over the kitchen floor. The water was running in the sink, along with the dishwasher running next to me, which is why I never heard him until I heard the loud “Oh!” From behind me. My head whipped around at the sound, and I think both of us froze in that moment of realization. Our eyes met and I could see the look of pure shock on his face before it changed into something feral. I had bent over at the waist, as I gently pick up the broken pieces of plates, and as I whirled around at my stepuncle exclamation, it’d only taken me half a minute to realize what he was staring at with his face bright red and his eyes dark and so hungry looking. The skirt I’d worn that night was hardly inappropriate; if I was standing up, or even sitting down with my legs crossed, or beneath a dining room table. Bent over at the waist, however, was another matter altogether, and between the piercing focus of his eyes and the sudden feeling of air tickling up the bare backs of my thighs and my butt, I suddenly grasped exactly what was happening. My small skirt was pulled right up over my ass, and just as he’d walked into the kitchen, My fucking stepuncle had gotten an absolute eyeful of my tight young ass. He had seen my small bare pussy.