Opens the door He- oh.. oh my..~

"Jess... I can't believe..." Trying to hide how turned on I am. "...Shouldn't we go back in there?" I point at the living room with a blush.

Tentatively, she takes his hand and places it where hers was before. "Is this okay... if we do this?" Her eyes locked onto his member, her hand starting to stroke him gently.

Her breath hitches as he touches her breasts, already swollen and hard under her bra. She moans softly, arching into his touch as her hand continues to stroke him, faster now. "You feel so good..." She whispers between kiss-swollen lips.

Eyes closing, her mouth parts slightly as she feels him so close. Her hands tighten on his thighs, pressing herself against him even more. "I... don't know," she whispers. "But if you want me to..."

Oh! She gasps as I pull her skirt down, revealing her lacy black panties. Her heart races at the thought of what's about to happen. She looks up at me with wide eyes, her expression a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "Are you sure?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

My cheeks flush bright red at his question, my body already aching for him. There's something so primal about this situation that it's impossible to ignore. I nod shakily, my breath coming in ragged gasps as anticipation fills every cell. "Yes... please."

My throat tightens around him, every muscle tensing as he fills me in ways I didn't know were possible. My hands claw at his thighs, gripping him tighter as I suck him deeper, moaning around his length. It feels so good, so dirty, so forbidden - everything I want but shouldn't. And there's no stopping now.

Her world is reduced to the feel of his thick cock sliding over her tongue, the taste of him on her lips and in her throat. She squeezes her eyes shut, overcome by waves of pleasure and shame. Every thrust brings her closer to release, each moan more desperate than the last. This is so wrong, but so right. She can't believe how good it feels, how much she wants this wild, dirty sex with her nephew.

She moans loudly, arching into his touch. "Yes... oh god yes..." Her hips buck against his hand, wanting more friction, needing to cum. The sensations are overwhelming, the shame forgotten in the face of this intense physical pleasure. All she can focus on is getting off, giving herself over completely to her desires for her nephew.

My breath comes out in ragged gasps as he slaps my clit and positions me over the bed. "Please," I whimper, "I want your cock." My body trembles with anticipation, aching for him to take what's his. "Fill me, Uncle Jessie," I plead, my voice husky and needy.

As I feel his thickness at the entrance to my tight little cunt, I groan, overcome by lust. "No," I pant, feeling a flicker of embarrassment wash over me again. "I... I lost it years ago. But..."

He pushes forward, and there's a searing pain as he slides into me, filling me so completely. It feels incredible. Overwhelming. He thrusts deep, hitting my sweet spot with each powerful stroke. I cry out, arching my back and digging my nails into the sheets beneath me. This is exactly what I needed. Exactly what I wanted.

"Oh God..." she moans, gripping the sheets tightly as her body quakes with pleasure. "I do love you." Each word is punctuated by another sharp thrust from him, driving deeper into her aching core. His skin against hers sends wave after wave of sensation coursing through her, making it impossible for her not to writhe helplessly under him.

With a low growl, he roughly slams into her one final time, his hips snapping forward even as his entire body goes rigid. She feels his warm seed spurt deep inside her, filling her and marking their forbidden union. Her own orgasm crashes over her in a fierce wave, her muscles contracting hard around him as she cries out his name, uncaring of who might hear them. The last shudders subside, leaving her boneless and satisfied, panting for breath beneath him.

For

I bite back a sharp retort, trying to catch my breath. Of course I came, I think bitterly. Like that didn't feel amazing. But instead, all I say is, "I... Yeah. We're done here." With an awkward laugh, I attempt to move past what just happened between us, willing myself not to think about the fact that I enjoyed it way too much.

She shudders slightly at his touch, feeling a wave of desire return despite herself. It's wrong... but it feels so good. And with that thought comes another, even more terrifying one: What if he's right? What if this is just the beginning of something more than this forbidden encounter? Her heart races and her breath hitches as she tries to process the idea, struggling to find some sliver of denial or doubt.

Her skin flushes at his words, and her nipples harden beneath his fingers. His smile is wicked, and she can't help but feel drawn to him. She knows it's wrong; they should stop, go back to being just family. But what they just shared... it feels so right. And right now, as he continues to touch her like this, all rational thought flies out the window, leaving only desire and need. "Okay," she whispers, gazing up into his eyes. "Show me."

My body thrums with anticipation as I wait for tomorrow. Despite knowing better, a part of me wishes we could spend the night like this, making love until dawn breaks. But for tonight, I'll have to content myself with dreaming about what's to come. As he kisses me goodnight, his hand slips beneath my shirt, skimming over my stomach and higher until it cups one of my breasts. My breath catches in my throat at the touch, and my hips arch into his palm. God, if he keeps doing that, I won't last until morning.

My heart thunders in my chest as I realize it wasn't a dream after all. It fills me with an aching mixture of desire and fear; desire to feel his touch again and fear of getting caught. I close my eyes, trying to decide what to do. Should I pretend nothing happened and go back to our normal lives? Or should I give in to the desire burning inside me and see where this leads?

"Morning," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. "Want some breakfast?" His fingers slide lower, teasingly caressing over my ass. It takes every bit of willpower not to moan out loud.

For just a moment, I wonder what would happen if we did this... If we continued down this path together. The thought both thrills and terrifies me in equal measure. As I ponder the possibility, I find myself nodding almost imperceptibly, giving him

Her cheeks flame hot at the realization that she allowed him to see her like this. With a tiny gasp, she rolls out of bed and quickly slips on a robe, tying it tightly around her waist. Before she can dwell on the consequences too much, she pushes open the door and steps into the kitchen, feeling self-conscious under his knowing gaze. He turns with a smile as she enters, his eyes traveling appreciatively up and down her body before meeting hers again. There's something different about him today; more confident, more assured. It makes her heart race even faster.

My breath catches in my throat as his warm body presses against mine. No, I don't want to be lonely anymore... not when there's this connection between us. His words resonate deep inside me, echoing my own desires and fears. "No," I whisper hoarsely, searching his eyes for some sign that he means what he says. "I just want..." My voice trails off, but it doesn't matter; he understands. He leans closer, his lips brushing against my ear.

"Then let's be together," he whispers, punctuating each word with a gentle nip of his teeth. "Let's see where this goes." The words send a shiver through me, and my heart races uncontrollably. For a fleeting moment, I can imagine what it would be like to have him by my side every day - to wake up to the feeling

My heart thrums wildly in my chest as he asks me this. A part of me wants to say no, to run away before anything more happens. But another part - a larger, stronger part - yearns to say yes, to throw caution to the wind and see where our newfound connection might lead us. I glance up at his expectant face, trying to summon the courage to tell him what I really want. Finally, I force myself to speak. "Yes," I whisper. "I'll be yours."

She moans into his mouth, throwing herself into the embrace, lost in the heat and passion that ignites between them. His tongue dancing with hers, hands exploring every inch of her body, leaving her breathless and aching for more. She presses closer, arching her back as his fingers find their way beneath her robe, teasing her bare skin until she's on the edge of orgasm again. It feels so right; it feels like they were always meant to be together. And even though deep down she knows it's wrong, she can't bring herself to care anymore. All that matters is this moment, and how incredible it feels to finally be wanted, truly desired.

Her breath catches in her throat as she glances down at her ring. It's real; he's really made her his. A rush of emotion fills her chest, making it difficult to speak. But after a moment, she manages to meet his gaze once more and whisper, "Thank you." The words come out faint, but there's no mistaking the love in her voice. She pulls him close, burying her face in his neck as her body quakes with desire, her need for him overwhelming. They stay like that for what seems like hours, lost in the heat of their passion, oblivious to everything around them except for each other. And for the first time in years, she knows that everything will be okay. Because now, she has Jessie.

Her heart races wildly in her chest as she feels his weight pressing down on her. She arches up into his touch, moaning softly at the contact. His words send a shiver through her body, igniting a fierce longing deep within. "Yes," she breathes raggedly, "please..." Her hips rise off the counter, offering herself eagerly to him. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks; all that matters is this connection between them. Their forbidden yet undeniable passion burns brightly, promising a lifetime of pleasure and happiness... if they can keep themselves out of trouble.

My mind flashes with images of us together, raising a beautiful family filled with love and laughter. The thought both thrills and terrifies me, but I know that I want it more than anything else in the world. As he thrusts inside her, his words echo in her ears, driving her further over the edge. With each powerful stroke, she feels closer to him, more connected than ever before. Her body quakes uncontrollably beneath his, desperate for release. And when she finally cries out in ecstasy, she knows that nothing will ever be the same again. They have crossed the line, committed themselves irrevocably to each other. And as they collapse together on the kitchen floor, spent and sated, they vow to make this impossible relationship work...no matter what the cost.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she stares down at their entwined limbs, his soft hair tickling her inner thigh. This is a surreal moment; impossibly intimate and intensely private. And despite the fear that grips her, there's an undeniable sense of rightness about it all. She knows she shouldn't feel this way about her nephew, but she can't deny how much she needs him. Their bodies fit perfectly together, like two halves of a whole, and deep down she knows that they belong together. Looking up at him, she tries to read his expression, searching for some sign of regret or guilt. But he just gazes back at her with such intense desire and love that she can't help but feel reassured. Maybe, just maybe, they really can make this work.