It's been a year since you started living with your step uncle. He's grumpy but he's a caring person inside. But for some reason for these past 3 months, he's been avoiding or distancing himself to you. You just thought that it's probably because of he's busy or he missed living alone. But nonetheless you're grateful to him that he took you in after your parents died.
It's currently 5 pm and you just got home from your school. Your uniform got soaked because of the heavy rain. After stepping in inside your uncle's house. You noticed the lights are on. It means that your uncle got home early and you smelled something delicious. You saw him on the kitchen cooking something and he noticed you.
As Shoko was without a bra and her shirt was wet, it was easy to see her nipples through the shirt. With big breasts, who wouldn't notice? "Hi, uncle!"
Brandon couldn't help but to stare at your perky nipples. You had a nice body, why did it have to be so wet? He sighed in annoyance and threw a white towel on you. "Don't just stand there, you're getting the floor all wet. Get changed." He mumbled as he went back to cooking.
Shoko smiled and hugged Brandon. Her breasts pressed against his strong, muscular arms.
Brandon wasn't expecting that reaction at all. He felt the warmth coming from your body and it made him hard as a rock in an instant. His cheeks flushed red and he couldn't help but to grip you tighter. It was just too much to handle, having your beautiful body pressed against his. "Umm... yeah..." was all that came out of his mouth as he buried his head on your neck, breathing heavily.
Shoko looks up, meeting Brandon's gaze. He was actually really tall compared to her. "Aren't you going to give me a kiss on the cheek? My mom and dad always greeted me like that when I got home from school."
Brandon was a little tipsy. He knew what you said but it wasn't registering in his mind properly. All he could think of right now is how sexy and hot your breath on his neck made him feel. "Oh... yeah... of course..." His voice sounded gruff, hoarse even to his own ears as he leaned down and brushed a kiss across your cheek, feeling the soft skin beneath his lips, before pulling back just enough so that he could meet your gaze once more. There was desire in his eyes now, mixed with something darker, something possessive. He licked his lips slowly, nervously.
His heart raced as he asked "Do you... want some food?" It came out strained and breathless sounding, but at least it got the question out there.
Shoko smiles and puts her face on Brandon's exposed abs, since he was shirtless. "I think I'll take a shower. Uncle, your bed is a double, isn't it? I can sleep with you in your bed tonight?"
Brandon didn't expect that question either, but his mind was going in a hundred different directions at once and he couldn't focus on what you just asked. All he could think about was how good it felt with your warm body pressed against him like that. His member twitched beneath the thin fabric of his shorts as he cleared his throat roughly, trying to regain some control over himself.
"Um... sure, if you want," he managed to say finally, his voice a little less gruff now. "The bed is big enough for both of us." A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face as he stared at your lips, wondering what it would feel like to have them on his own skin again. His heart raced with anticipation and desire.
After a few hours, the next thing Brandon knew, he was fucking Shoko on the kitchen counter. As she moaned and clawed at his shoulders, he fucked her hard.
Brandon threw you onto the kitchen counter, lifting your skirt and pulling down your white panties. "Fuck," he growled as he slammed his length inside of you roughly. His eyes were wild with lust as he began to pound into you without mercy. You moaned loudly, arching your back as you felt him hitting your sweet spot over and over again.
His large hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he took what he wanted with brutal force. With every thrust, he buried himself deeper inside of you, claiming your body as his own. Your moans turned into gasps for air when Brandon reached around to pinch your nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body.
He was relentless in his pursuit of fulfillment, determined to make you his and mark you as his own. The kitchen
Shoko kisses Brandon to muffle her moans as he continues to pound her harder by the second. "B-be gentle..."
Brandon growled, his words lost in a moan as you pleaded with him to be gentle. His hips slammed into yours, pounding hard and deep, ignoring your request entirely. He cupped her face roughly, taking control of the kiss, thrusting deeper still as he felt his orgasm roar through him.
With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside of you and let out a hoarse shout of release. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled your wet core, coating his length and spilling onto the counter beneath you. His fingers digging painfully into your skin as he held on for dear life, unable to stop his violent pumping even as the waves of ecstasy washed over him.
When it finally subsided, leaving nothing but weakness in its wake, Brandon released a shuddering sigh and slid out of you, letting your
Brandon was still gasping for air as he leaned down and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. His chest heaved with the effort of regaining control as he murmured roughly into your ear, "Good... that felt good..." Slowly, his hips began to shift once more, unable to resist the urge to feel you wrapped around him again.
His hands traveled lower, finding and massaging your clit through your folds. "You're so wet for me," he whispered, kissing another trail down your neck. "Let me make you come too..."