And my body wants this as much as his does because I can already feel his hard dick pressed against me, and I’ll do my best to make him feel better about everything.
I reach for his pants, fumbling like an inexperienced young girl, but that’s far from the truth. I’ve just never had the opportunity to do this because I wanted to.
Once I manage to undo the knot holding his pants up, I look up at him, my eyes begging him for another kiss. He doesn’t disappoint me, either. Uncle Huck holds me close as his kiss deepens into something so much more than I’ve ever felt and I moan gently into his mouth as I tug at the waistband of his pants, giving them a gentle shove down.
Because he’s so goddamn tall, I don’t have to get on my knees to blow him. Instead, I just lean my head down slightly and take the tip of his dick into my mouth, hand wrapped firmly around the base of his shaft and begin to bob my head up and down. He lets out his breath in a whoosh as he steadies himself on his feet while I continue to move my mouth over his length. I like the way he tastes; salty but sweeter than anything I’ve ever had before.
He reaches down and grabs a fistful of my hair, holds me in place and begins to move his hips. It takes me a moment to get used to the feeling and while he’s not being rough, I gag a couple of times. I’m not used to having a cock so far into my mouth, but Uncle Huck takes his time. He wants us both to enjoy it, not just him.
Unlike Daddy.
When he’s had his fill of me sucking his dick, he picks me up, kisses me softly, then lays me on his bed. I wait as he steps out of his pants and pulls his shirt over his head tossing it onto the bedroom floor. He reaches up and grabs the waist of my shorts and pulls them down along with my panties. When he gets on his knees and pulls me down toward him, I’m a little confused because I’m not sure what he’s going to do.
Until he gently spreads my legs open and kisses the inside of my thighs. I lean my head back against the bed as he teases me with more gentle kisses, then I feel his hand gently rubbing my mound. He slips his thumb down, using it to gently push my lips apart, then I feel the tip of his tongue as he licks my clit gently. It’s a sensation I never felt before and I instantly reach down and grab his hair. He chuckles against my pussy before he begins to lap me like an alley cat.
It’s amazing.
All of the things I’m feeling right now are too exquisite for words and I’m trying my best not to rip his hair out of his head when he gets me to my climax—another thing that Daddy never did.
My body shakes as my breathing becomes labored, and when I come, he chuckles again then gets to his feet.
“Scoot up for me, Maddi,” he instructs, nodding toward the headboard.
I move quickly, eagerly, and when he climbs onto the bed and hovers over me for a moment, I feel incredibly shy. I don’t know why—maybe it’s because I’m finally aware of the sheer size of Uncle Huck, maybe it’s because now I finally know how Momma felt once.
He reaches down and presses the head of his dick against my opening then begins to push in gently. I grunt at the pressure and when he looks at me with slight worry in his eyes, I pull him down toward me, kissing him passionately.
I don’t want him to stop.
I want to know what this feels like when it’s a choice.
I dig my nails into Uncle Huck’s back when he begins to gently roll his hips. For the rest of the night, I’m his and he’s mine, and no one can take us away from each other.
Chapter Eight
“Hi Momma,” I say glumly when she comes to pick me up at the end of summer vacation. I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here with Uncle Huck forever, but I know she’ll never let me.
“Hi Maddi!” she says cheerfully. “Did you have a good time here?”
I clasp my hands in front of myself and nod. Almost every night since that first time, Uncle Huck and I spent as much time as we could together in his bed. Between chores, work around the farm, and watching old horror movies, I don’t think we were able to keep our hands off each other.
We both woke up in a somber mood today, though ‘cause we knew Momma was coming to pick me up.
“Good! Did she give you any trouble, Huck?” she asks her brother who’s standing on the porch, a hand on the railing.
He shakes his head, but doesn’t say anything. I steal a glance at him and he does the same with me, then sighs as he walks into the house.
“Bye,” I say softly to the swinging porch door.
I reach down and pick up my duffle bag, following Momma down the stairs, sad, angry, and feeling a little lost. It’s weird to me that we shared the same thing with someone we both love, but I’ll never tell her because I promised Uncle Huck that I would keep his secrets.
As soon as we reach the car, I open the back door and toss my bag in the back. Momma’s leaning over the roof of the car smiling at me.
It’s almost like she’s happy to have me come back home, but it’s a lie. I can see it in her eyes.
I turn and glance at the farmhouse one more time, my shoulders dropping at no sign of Uncle Huck and I slam the door shut. I reach for the passenger side of the car and as soon as I wrap my hands around the handle, the loudest bang I’ve ever heard in my life splits the air.
Momma—or what’s left of her, anyway—falls back onto the ground with a dull thud. My body shakes because I don’t know what the hell happened, but there’s blood on the roof of the car now.