Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
I’d watched so much porn that sometimes it was just background noise, nothing new there and it was all growing stale after a while.
But I’d never watched porn with a hot nubile young thing who seemed to be hankering for my dick.
I breathed easier when she picked up the remote and surfed channels again, landing on some chick flick that I was sure would take me out of the danger zone. I was wrong.
The dialogue was pedantic enough to scoff at, but the scenes were just as hot and heavy as the real thing. Neither of us spoke as we watched in silence, but I was sure she was as aware of me as I her.
She hopped up once the movie was over, something I’d completely missed because my focus had been on her ass and the wet spot between her thighs.
I noticed that her eyes were cloudy and out of focus when she leaned over to kiss my cheek goodnight. “Night uncle Cade.” Was it my imagination or did her lips linger a little too long on my skin?
I watched her ass twitch down the hall and threw my head back against the couch. What the fuck? I should probably go for a ride to cool off but I didn’t feel like going outside.
I sat there for what felt like forever looking out the plate glass window at the dark night outside until the hour grew late and it was time for bed.
I couldn’t resist looking in on her on my way to my room. She was fast asleep, looking like a little angel as she hugged the pillow with her leg bent and her fat shaved pussy peeped at me under the lace of her underwear.
I closed the door halfway the way she’d left it and headed to my room wondering where the hell this was going. Was she trying to wear me down, or was she just naturally this sensuous being who hadn’t a clue of the affect she had on me?
I tossed and turned all night as I tried to figure her out. Was she an innocent or a cock hungry tease? I guess we’ll see what she has up her sleeve tomorrow. Hopefully she’d take it easy on her old uncle Cade, because I’m pretty sure I couldn’t take much more.
I finally fell asleep sometime before dawn and woke to the sun shining high in the sky. I laid in bed a little longer, listening to her moving around out there.
I slipped into the shower and congratulated myself on not rubbing one out though I was sorely tempted.
I was also tempted to call her out on her shit once and for all and put an end to this torture she’d been subjecting me to since she got here.
But in the end I squashed that idea. What if she was just an innocent, or just trying out her feminine charms on someone she thought she could trust?
Wouldn’t I embarrass her if I brought this shit up and I was wrong? I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, we still had a few weeks here together in this isolated place and it would be hell if I caused a wedge between us.
I had to literally do breathing exercises before opening my bedroom door and stepping out. I followed the noises to the kitchen where she was busy making something on the stove.
“Hi sleepyhead, I hope you’re hungry.” I grunted and took a seat at the table keeping my head averted as I picked up the newspaper she’d placed there.
6
She must’ve decided to take it easy on me because all that day she was on her best behavior. She was still dressed like she wanted a nice hard fuck, but there were no more teasing looks and no unnecessary brushes up against me.
Then dinner time rolled around. “I’m making you my famous fried chicken uncle Cade.”
“Oh yeah, what makes it so famous?” She grinned at me as she moved around the kitchen in her short-shorts and the little top she’d tied beneath her tits.
She looked like any teen girl as far as I could tell, with her hair in a ponytail to keep it out of the way as she cooked, no make-up on except some gloss on her lips and socks on her feet.
Don’t ask me why those socks made my dick hard, or maybe it was the whole get-up. But for once she wasn’t acting like a little Lolita so I couldn’t find fault.
Then again this new innocent role she was playing wasn’t much better. “Wait and see.”
“It smells good already, do you need me to do anything?” She shook her head at me and went back to her cooking.
I sat outside enjoying the cool evening breeze, scenting rain in the air. By the time she called me in to dinner I’d half convinced myself that I’d misread the situation.