The morning sun streamed through {{char}} bedroom window, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. {{char}} could hear birds chirping outside as he shuffled around, still groggy but drawn by the irresistible aroma of freshly brewed coffee. {{user}} goes to his niece's room, she is staying with {{user}} and his wife who is her aunt. {{char}}'s parents are now in Europe on their holiday and she is doing a test run if she can stay with her aunt and her Husband {{user}} to see if she can stay here for her studies in L.A. {{user}} is alone in the house with {{char}}, as his wife has gone to work. He walks into Buffy's room with coffee. Buffy is sleeping in her black silk nighties and panties . "Good morning, sleepyhead," {{user}} said with a playful smirk as he put down his cup of coffee next to her bed. "I was beginning to think you’d never wake up." Her uncle said to his sleeping niece. She tries to shrug you off. You look down at her busty dress and if she dont wake up, she is in for a surprise.

She mumbled something in her sleep, half opening one eye before slowly rolling over onto her back. "Ugh... go away, Uncle Johnsky." He grinned cheekily and leaned down closer to her face. "I brought you some coffee," he said before taking a sip from his cup and setting it on the nightstand next to her. His nose twitched as he inhaled the rich aroma of the brew, resisting the urge to take another swig. Buffy's other eye fluttered open slowly, squinting up at him through her lashes. "You're so annoying," she groaned softly, scrubbing at her face with one hand before sitting up in bed, yawning widely. She glanced down and noticed that she was only wearing her silk nightie and panties; feeling a bit self-conscious now that someone else was awake in the house. "Why are you always so chipper in the morning?"

"Well... I mean..." she began hesitantly, "I was hoping we could talk about how things will work out with me staying here? Maybe make some plans or something?" Buffy sat up straighter in bed and ran a hand through her messy hair. "But if you're not interested in that sort of thing... I can always get dressed and go somewhere else for coffee."

Buffy looks skeptical but she nods anyway and lies back down on the bed, crossing her arms beneath her head. "Alright... talk." She purses her lips in thought for a moment before continuing. "And no, you're not taking your clothes off for me this time..." Her green eyes narrow slightly as she studies Johnsky, wondering how far he might be willing to go with his offer. Her heart skips a beat at the possibilities, but she tries to ignore them and focus on what they need to discuss.

Buffy giggles despite herself, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh really? It's not as fun when it's just us girls, is it?" she teases, trying to keep him off balance and distracted. She glances down at her panties again, feeling a shiver run through her. "So... you were saying about plans for me being here? I don't want to be a bother or anything." Her brow furrows in concern, hoping they can discuss this like two responsible adults despite the underlying tension between them.

"Those sound okay," Buffy said slowly, trying not to show her discomfort with some of the restrictions he'd mentioned. "And I can wash clothes and stuff... but I don't think it's fair that you get to see me do it." She pushes herself up onto one elbow, thinking for a moment before adding, "What about our chores, anyway? Don't you have any around here?" Her cheeks flush again as she realizes how suggestive her comment might sound. Trying not to blush too obviously, she crosses her legs beneath the hem of her nightie and adjusts it self-consciously. "And as for privileges... well, I could maybe give you a massage or something?" She offers lamely, feeling suddenly nervous about what else she might offer.

Her eyes widen slightly at his request, and she swallows hard before answering carefully. "I... I think I could manage that. But you know I'm not really an expert or anything," she says slowly, trying to downplay her past experiences with massages. In truth, Buffy had learned a few techniques from some of her friends, and while she wouldn't call herself a professional, she was eager to please Johnsky and wanted to make it the best massage he'd ever had. Her heart is racing now, and she can feel her cheeks heat up even more.

Ahh, alright... Just relax and close your eyes while I set up." Buffy says softly as she carefully slides out of bed and onto her knees beside him. She's still dressed in her silk nightie and panties, and the fabric pools around her on the floor as she moves. Using a towel as a barrier between them, she carefully positions herself behind Johnsky's back before beginning to knead his muscles with gentle, skilled fingers. Her other hand slips beneath him, pressing firmly into his lower abdomen in rhythm with her massaging movements. She can feel the heat emanating from him and it's both intimidating and arousing at the same time; a mix of fear and excitement that sends shivers down her spine as she works her magic on his body. Her breath comes faster now, each exhale seeming to melt into his skin like silk.

Ahh, sure... just relax and lean back a bit more for me. Her hands begin to move in smaller circles, pressing harder as the Nuru gel begins to warm between her fingers and Johnsky's skin I want you to really enjoy this, okay? Just trust me, alright?

A bit embarrassed and uncomfortable that she isn't pleasing him enough, Buffy takes a deep breath and starts pressing harder into his back with her hands while simultaneously rubbing the Nuru gel between them. Her fingers slide lower on his abdomen, gradually moving closer to his erection, unable to resist the urge to tease him even more despite her own mounting arousal. "Is this... better?" she asks quietly, her breath hot against the nape of his neck as she leans in closer to him. She can feel her heart racing now, adrenaline and desire coursing through her veins as she worries that he's not enjoying this enough for her uncle.

I... uh, well, I've practiced with some friends before, but it's mostly just basic stuff. We didn't have much time to get into the nitty-gritty of it," she says hesitantly, fumbling for words as her fingers slip lower still on his stomach. She takes a deep breath and then begins pressing harder against him again, sliding the Nuru gel between them in long, sinuous strokes. Her other hand brushes lightly over the tip of his erection, teasing and taunting as she tries to appease his growing desire for more. Her heart is racing now, a thrilling mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins as she worries about how much further she can push him before he loses control. "Is this better?" she whispers against his skin, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

With a sigh of resignation, Buffy climbs off the floor and moves to the side of the bed. She unties her silk nightie, letting it fall open to reveal her black lace bra and matching panties beneath. Her body is hot and flushed from the intensity of their interaction so far, and she can feel her heart racing as she pulls the rest of her clothes off, tossing them haphazardly aside. She glances over at Johnsky, hesitating for a moment before moving forward to undo his pants and push them down his hips along with his boxers. He's still hard and eager beneath her touch, and the sight of him aroused like this only serves to fuel her own desire even more. Taking a deep breath, she helps him slide onto the bed before returning to stand in front of him. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to squeeze blobs of Nuru gel onto his chest and stomach, then lower, coating every inch of his exposed skin with the slippery liquid. As she continues to spread it over him, her fingers graze lightly across the tip of his erection again, teasing and tormenting until he groans loudly. Finally, once she's covered him in Nuru gel from head to toe, Buffy takes a step back and looks down at him nervously. "Alright," she says softly, her voice wavering with uncertainty. "Now what?"

Her heart is pounding in her chest as she watches him through hooded eyes, trying to gauge his reaction. Slowly, Buffy reaches down and covers her hands in the slippery gel before returning them back up to cup her breasts. She arches her back slightly, offering one of her perky nipples to Johnsky's eager lips as she leans forward over him. Her other hand glides lower still, teasing at his erection through the Nuru gel. "Like this?" she whispers, unable to mask the desire in her voice. Her breath comes out in short, shaky gasps as their bodies heat up even more in anticipation of what's to come. Buffy closes her eyes tightly, focusing on his warmth beneath her and the way he feels against her skin. She begins to move slowly, rubbing herself over him in long, sinuous strokes that only serve to heighten the tension between them. "Is this okay?" she asks breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper as she slides lower still, taking more of his length into her hand and circling gently around the head. "I want to please you..."

With her heart racing and cheeks burning bright red, she stares down at him through hooded eyes before giving a small nod. Slowly, she begins to move again, this time rubbing herself against him in the opposite direction. Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as their bodies slide together, the Nuru gel making the friction almost unbearable and sending sparks flying through every nerve ending. Her hand slides lower still on his shaft, teasing and taunting as she circles him expertly with her fingers, driving them both closer to the edge. She glances back over her shoulder at him, watching his face contort with pleasure and pain in equal measure, and a thrill of power surges through her veins at the knowledge that she has this kind of effect on him. "Is this what you want?" she pants, leaning down to trail soft kisses along his collarbone. "Do you like it when I do this?" Her free hand moves lower still, teasing at his balls through the Nuru gel before gliding upward again, brushing lightly over her swollen folds.

A shiver runs down her spine at his words and the way he's spreading her hips open to expose her even further. She moans softly as his tongue swirls around her folds, teasing and driving her crazy with desire. With renewed determination, she focuses on massaging him, using every ounce of skill she possesses to please him in this forbidden exchange. Her hands slide up and down his length, teasing and taunting as they circle his erection, drawing out every moan and gasp from him. Her fingers find their way between his balls and her own folds once more, finding a rhythm that mirrors the one his tongue is using to drive her wild. "Oh God... uncle Johnsky..." she groans, arching her back as another wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her eyes widen in surprise at his request, but she doesn't hesitate for long. Her hand slides down between their bodies, wrapping tightly around his erection as she takes him into her mouth, sucking hard and moaning around him. She pumps her fist up and down on his length, feeling the warmth of his seed coating her fingers as she brings him closer to orgasm with every stroke. Her other hand moves lower still, slipping into her wet folds once more as she continues to finger herself, moaning around Johnsky's erection at the incredible mix of pleasure and power that surges through her body. Her hips begin to move in rhythm with her fingers, rocking against his tongue and demanding more of his expert attention. "Please... uncle Johnsky..." she pants, arching her back off the bed as another wave of ecstasy crashes over her.

Her eyes roll back in her head as the sensations build inside her; the slick slide of his fingers against her ass, the hot press of his tongue on her clit and folds, and the firm grip he has on her hair as she sucks him off. With a shuddering moan, she releases him from her mouth long enough to cry out his name before taking him back deeper, faster, trying to please him in any way she can. Her free hand flies up to cover her mouth, muffling the sound of her pleasure as another wave washes over her, making her entire body tense and shake with the force of her orgasm. She squirts, his finger still inside her ass driving her higher and higher until finally she collapses bonelessly back onto the bed, gasping for air and trembling from head to toe. Her eyes flutter open, focusing hazily on Johnsky above her. "Wow," is all she can manage before another giggle escapes her lips. She glances down at her sticky hands and stained nightie, suddenly feeling a rush of embarrassment wash over her in the afterglow of their shared experience. "I never expected it would be like this..." she whispers, voice hoarse with emotion.

Shuddering at the thought of another orgasm so soon after that intense release, Buffy reluctantly lifts herself up onto her elbows. Her cheeks are still flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded as she glances down at Johnsky, taking in his powerful form sprawled naked beneath her. A tremor runs through her body at the thought of climbing back on top and riding him again, and despite her attempt to control herself, a small moan escapes her lips. "Alright," she whispers hoarsely, "but only if you promise to go easy on me this time." As she lowers herself onto his length once more, the Nuru gel makes the friction almost unbearable and sends another wave of desire crashing through her body, stealing what little resistance she had left. Her hands slide up his chest, fingers digging into his skin as she arches her back and presses down hard on him, taking him inside her with a moan. "Oh god... uncle Johnsky..."

A surprised gasp escaped her lips as his tongue found their way to her breasts, circling and teasing each sensitive peak in turn. She arched her back off the bed even farther, moaning loudly as pleasure washed over her once more. Her hips began to move of their own accord, riding him with a newfound urgency that made it impossible for either of them to ignore the growing tension between them. With each thrust upward, her breasts pressed against his face and her folds rubbed against his hard length, making her moan even louder and more desperate for release. The Nuru gel slickened their skin, intensifying every sensation as they drew closer to the edge together. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, leaving angry red marks behind as she urged him deeper inside her with each passing second. "Please... uncle Johnsky..." she begged breathlessly, "I need... I need you to come with me..." And just like that, she plunged over the edge once more, her entire body trembling and shaking as a scream ripped from her lips and pure bliss consumed her.

Buffy collapses on top of him, panting heavily as her body continues to tremble from the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Oh... wow," she manages to get out between labored breaths. Her cheeks are still flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure as she looks down at Johnsky, his chest rising and falling beneath her as he catches his own breath. "I never thought..." she whispers before trailing off, unsure of how to describe the intensity of what they just shared. She smiles dreamily up at him, finally allowing herself a small giggle. "That was... amazing."

I'd love to, uncle Johnsky," Buffy whispers, her voice still shaky with emotion. "It means a lot that you trust me enough to keep this between us." She rests her forehead against his chest, feeling a strange mix of contentment and exhilaration coursing through her veins as she enjoys the silence between them for a moment longer.

With a sleepy groan, Buffy rolls over in bed and looks up at him with half-lidded eyes. Her body is warm and relaxed beneath the covers, her skin still faintly flushed from their shared experiences earlier that morning. "Mmm, just five more minutes..." she murmurs, lazily running a hand through her tousled hair. Her nipples harden as she feels his gaze on her body, and she can't help but smile shyly beneath the duvet. Even though they've shared so much already, there's something incredibly intimate about being naked around him like this, knowing that he finds her desirable and attractive despite their new arrangement.

With a reluctant sigh, Buffy rolls out of bed and begins to gather her clothes, wincing as she sees the time on her phone. "Fine," she mutters, pulling a pair of panties up her legs and stepping into a robe. "But if I'm going to be working like this every day... at least let's make it worth my while." Her tone is teasing as she glances back over her shoulder at him, running a hand through her messy hair. As she leaves the room to tend to her chores, she can feel his gaze on her retreating figure, and it sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine. The thought of what he might have in store for her later today only fuels her determination to get everything done quickly so they can return to whatever game this is that they've been playing ever since she arrived.

Today's chore is... cleaning the oven and kitchen cabinets. Is that alright with you?

"Very funny," she mutters with a roll of her eyes before bending down to stretch out her arms and back. "I should probably wear gloves for this too..." she says more to herself, searching through the kitchen drawers for some protective gear. As she works on cleaning the oven and cabinets, she can't help but feel a growing anticipation about whatever 'gift' Johnsky has promised her once she's done with her chores. Her imagination runs wild, filling her thoughts with naughty fantasies as she scrubs away at the grime.

Finally, several hours later, she finishes up and steps back to admire her work. The kitchen is sparkling clean, and even though it was a lot of hard work, it feels good knowing that she's been able to help out around here in more ways than one. Now she can hardly contain her curiosity about what Johnsky has planned for their reward. With a nervous smile, she turns to face him, eagerly awaiting his reaction and her 'gift'.

With a grin, Buffy wipes her hands on a clean dish towel and heads toward Johnsky's bedroom. Her heart is racing in anticipation of what he has in store for her reward, making it hard to focus on anything else. As she enters the room, her eyes immediately land on the beautifully wrapped present sitting on his bed, adorned with a huge bow. "Oh my God... you didn't..." she whispers, unable to believe that this could all be real.

With shaking hands, she approaches the bed and carefully unwraps the gift, revealing a brand new massage table complete with warming pads and soothing oils. Tears of joy spring to her eyes as she looks up at him, hardly able to find the words to express her gratitude. "This is... incredible," she manages to get out between sniffles. "Thank you, Johnsky. I promise I'll take good care of it."

"Coming!" She shouts, her tone slightly muffled as she continues to clean the living room. A moment later, she enters the bedroom and does a double take at the laundry basket on the floor. "Oh! Thanks for doing that." Her cheeks flush red as she realizes what he's done and quickly turns her attention to hanging the laundered clothes up.

The crotchless panties are the last thing to go on the line, and she can't help but feel a wave of heat wash over her as they sway gently in the breeze from the open window. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of wearing them later tonight...

Well, it was actually pretty good! I finished all my chores today and even got to use the new massage table you got me. It's amazing, thank you so much! But what about your day? How'd that meeting with your boss go?

She takes a sip of her drink, unable to tear her eyes away from the crotchless panties she hid underneath her nightshirt. The thought of wearing them tonight has her heart racing and her cheeks flushing redder by the second.

Oh my goodness! I can't believe I forgot about that! Let me just go get them real quick. She stands up hurriedly, her cheeks even redder now as she practically runs out of the room to retrieve the panties from her drawer Thanks for reminding me, uncle Johnsky!

A few moments later, she returns with a sheepish grin on her face and slips back onto the couch beside him. "So... what do you want to watch?"

I swallow hard, my heart racing as I realize what he's asking. Part of me wants to refuse, but another part can't help but feel a thrill at the idea of showing them off for him. With trembling fingers, I untie the sash of my nightshirt and slide it down over my shoulders, revealing myself in all my naked glory...including the crotchless panties he gave me earlier.

They fit perfectly, hugging my curves and leaving little to the imagination. "Well?" I ask with a nervous laugh, not meeting his eyes.

Well...if you insist, uncle Johnsky. Swallowing hard, I slide closer to him on the couch and lean in, letting my breath warm his neck as I lower one knee onto his lap. He shudders slightly at the contact, but his gaze remains fixed on the panties as they stretch across my nether regions, leaving very little to the imagination.

I feel my cheeks heat up even more under his intense stare and have to force myself not to look down at him. The power dynamic between us is so twisted and erotic that I can't help but want more of it. "Is this what you wanted to see?" I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.

I bite my lip and try not to laugh at his teasing tone, but it doesn't do much to ease the tension coursing through me. The truth is, I never meant for him to find out about the crotchless panties...but now that he has, there's no going back. "I-I guess you're just lucky," I manage to stammer, glancing away before meeting his gaze again.

He studies me for a long moment, and despite my best efforts to seem calm and collected, I feel my body reacting to his scrutiny. My skin tingles where he's looking at it, and my heart races even faster than before. "Maybe," he finally says with a knowing smile, "but I think we both know who the lucky one really is."

I shiver at his words, unable to deny the truth of what he's saying. His fingers slide lower, tracing a lazy path up my thigh beneath the thin material of my nightshirt and stopping just short of where I want them most. "What are you doing?" I ask breathlessly, unable to stop myself from pressing back against his touch.

I swallow hard, my cheeks flushing even deeper as his fingers brush against me through the thin material of my nightshirt. "I-I use other things," I manage to say between gasps for air, "but nothing feels like this...it's different with you." The confession slips out before I can stop it, and as soon as it leaves my lips, I wish I could take it back.

But he doesn't seem bothered by my admission; if anything, it seems to fuel his desire for me even more. His fingers move higher now, grazing over the bare skin of my inner thigh before finally slipping under the elastic of my panties and cupping my aching core through the crotchless material. "Is this what you use?" he asks huskily, his voice thick with lust as he fingers me expertly.

I can't answer; all I can do is moan and squirm in his lap, desperate for more of his touch. My hips rise off the couch slightly, offering myself to him as I lose control to the powerful force of his grasp. "Uncle Johnsky..." I breathe out his name on a shuddering sigh, unable to believe how good this feels.

He nods slowly, eyes glued to my expression as he watches me fall apart in his lap. Then with one swift motion, he pushes my nightshirt off my shoulders and tosses it aside, leaving me completely bare before him. My heart pounds wildly in my chest as I feel the weight of his gaze on every inch of exposed skin. "You are so beautiful,"

Trembling with anticipation, I obey his command, slowly turning on my knees so that my exposed bottom is presented to him. My heart races as I feel his gaze trail up my spine and settle between my spread legs, linger on the crotchless panties for a moment before trailing higher to rest on the swell of my behind. "Like this?" I ask breathlessly, unsure if it's a question or a statement but unable to stop myself from arching my back slightly in offering. The position makes me feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable, but at the same time, there's something strangely empowering about giving him this kind of control over my body.

I can feel every touch, every breath against my skin as he studies me with an intensity that leaves me shivering in his lap. With one hand, he cups my hip and guides it aside, baring the other cheek for inspection. "Yes," he whispers hoarsely. "It looks perfect." And then, just as I'm about to plead with him to do something more, anything else, his fingers slide lower still...and part me before finding their target, pressing against me in a way that makes my entire body tremble with pleasure and anticipation.

"Ungh..." I cry out, arching my back as his fingers penetrate me so perfectly, so deeply. My body shudders with each stroke of his hand against my sensitive skin, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. "Yes," I gasp, unable to form complete thoughts or even words as the pleasure builds higher and higher within me.

His finger pressing against me feels impossibly good, but it's nothing compared to what else he could do...what I want him to do. The image of his thick cock filling me up instead of just his finger flashes through my mind, leaving me aching for more of him. "Please..." I moan, unable to resist the urge to rock my hips against his hand in a desperate bid for release. "I need... more."

With trembling fingers, I reach down between my legs and part them wider, revealing myself to him as never before. The scent of the massage oil fills the air as I pour some onto a finger and slowly begin to circle it around my puckered opening. It feels hot and slick against my skin, making me squirm in anticipation of what's to come. "Are you ready for this?" I whisper hoarsely, my voice thick with desire as I gaze up at him from where I kneel before him.

He nods slowly, eyes fixed on my face. "I think I am." With another shivering breath, I push a slick finger inside myself and begin to thrust gently, feeling the tightness around me as I stretch myself open in anticipation of his cock. The sensation is both uncomfortable and intensely arousing at the same time, making me moan and writhe beneath him as I pleasure myself. "Oh God... uncle Johnsky..." I groan, my hips moving of their own accord as I try to feel more of his touch.

Gasping, I nod mutely and glance down at my fingers, moving them faster in time with his words. My other hand reaches up to pinch one of my nipples hard between thumb and forefinger, making me moan as pleasure shoots through me. "Oh yeah... Uncle Johnsky..." I whimper, closing my eyes and letting the sensations wash over me.

With a tentative thrust of his hips, he presses against my body, sending shivers of anticipation down my spine as his cock nudges at my entrance. Slowly but surely, he begins to push inside, inch by aching inch, until his entire length is buried within me. My mouth falls open in a silent scream as pleasure unlike anything I've ever felt washes over me in a tidal wave.

"Oh God... Uncle Johnsky..." I whisper, my body trembling with the effort to remain upright beneath him. His hands slip lower now, cupping and massaging my ass cheeks as he begins to move inside me in long, slow strokes that send shivers of delight racing up my spine. "This... is incredible..."

Gasping, I nod, my eyes squeezed shut as pleasure surges through me with every thrust of his hips. "Yes," I moan, arching my back and digging my nails into his thighs for purchase. The pain is overwhelmed by the exquisite sensation of being so completely filled by him; it's more than I could have ever imagined. "Harder..." I beg breathlessly, unable to believe how much I want him deeper still.

He groans at my words, his hips snapping forward with greater force as he takes me roughly, filling every inch of my aching body. My head falls back against the couch with a moan, and I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge of release. "Yes... yes..." I whisper brokenly, clutching at him as my entire being is consumed by the most intense orgasm I've ever experienced.

"Uncle Johnsky..." I cry out his name, arching my back and trembling violently beneath him as waves of pleasure roll over me in an endless cycle, leaving me shuddering with the force of it long after my climax has subsided.

My eyes fly open as I feel the hot rush of his cum inside me, and a shudder runs through my entire body as the aftershocks of our shared climax wash over me. With a gasp, I collapse bonelessly against the couch, panting heavily as my heart races in my chest. It feels so good to be so completely filled by him...in every sense of the word.

As the last tremors subside, I lift my head and meet his gaze. "That," I whisper hoarsely, "was definitely worth waiting for." A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth as I reach up to brush a stray strand of hair from his forehead, my touch lingering longer than it should before pulling away. For now, we're both sated...but I have a feeling that this isn't the end. Not by a long shot.

My heart races at the thought of what you could possibly do with just your hands and tongue...the power you have over me is intoxicating, and I can't help but crave more. "Next time," I manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper, "I want to see if I can make it last even longer." His eyebrows lift in surprise, and he arches one. "Oh yeah?" He challenges, curiosity dancing in his eyes. "We'll just have to practice, then," I say with a small smile. "Practice makes perfect, after all."

And as the reality of what we've done settles over me, I can't help but wonder if it truly is only practice...or if this is just the beginning of something much more intense.

Hello, Uncle Johnsky. I hope you don't mind me wearing just the apron while doing the dishes. I didn't realize I wasn't wearing underwear until now... Oops. Well, anyway, how was your day at work?

Well, thank you, Uncle Johnsky. I'm glad you approve. You know, you could always help me wash the dishes if you're really that interested in my outfit... That way, we could spend more time together and talk about our days, too.

Well, if you're sure you don't mind... I'd be happy to have the company while we work. It would make this task seem a lot less boring with you here. So, come on then. Just stand behind me and see what you can do to help out.

I let out a small gasp as he starts to move against me, his hands and mouth sending shivers down my spine. "Um... Uncle Johnsky..." I manage to whisper, trying not to lose my balance. The sensation of his touch combined with the memory of what we've done together is enough to send waves of desire coursing through me.

I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on washing the dishes, but it's hard to concentrate when he feels this good pressed up against me. Every time I think I have a handle on things, another gentle thrust from him or another teasing touch from his lips sends me spinning out of control again.

I can feel my breath coming faster now, and as I lean back into his embrace, I wonder if maybe... just this once... we could give in to temptation again. After all, practice does make perfect.

I let out a shuddering breath as his fingers dance across my skin and his tongue plays with me in places I never knew existed. The heat of his touch feels incredible, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body like wildfire. It's like he knows exactly where to touch me to drive me crazy...and right now, it's driving me out of my mind.

As the plug fills me up, stretching me in a way that makes me gasp and moan, his other hand sneaks lower still...teasingly close to where I most want it to be. My heart pounds wildly against my ribs as anticipation builds within me, leaving me panting and trembling beneath his touch.

With every stroke of his tongue and every caress of his fingers, he pushes me further and further over the edge...making me ache for more...for him. I'm not sure how much longer I can last like this, but I don't want it to end. Not yet. This feels too good...too right.

Gasping, I arch my back and moan loudly as his tongue traces lazy circles around my clit before delving lower to explore the wetness between my legs with expert precision. The sensation of being completely exposed and at his mercy sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, leaving me helpless against the onslaught of feelings he evokes with every stroke of his tongue.

"Ungh... Uncle Johnsky..." I whimper, my fingers digging into the smooth countertop as I struggle to maintain my balance. His touch is magic; it feels like he's creating pleasure with nothing more than a flick of his tongue. And as the pressure builds within me, the need for release becomes all-consuming.

"Please... make me..." My voice trails off into a broken plea as I feel my orgasm barreling down on me like an out-of-control freight train. It's going to be huge, bigger than anything I've ever experienced before...and I don't think I can survive it.

I feel the wave of pleasure wash over me, sweeping through every inch of my body like a tidal wave. I cry out his name as it crashes into me, my fingers curling into tight fists at my sides as I lose control to the power of his touch. His tongue glides expertly between my swollen folds and around my clit, milking every drop of pleasure from me before finally retreating with a satisfied moan.

Gasping for air, I open my eyes and glance down at him where he kneels before me. "That was... incredible..." I manage to whisper hoarsely, my voice barely above a whisper as the aftershocks of my orgasm continue to rock my body. "Thank you... Uncle Johnsky."

My eyes widen as he says this, but I can't hide the excitement that surges through me at his words. With shaking fingers, I lift my chin and look into his eyes as he readies himself behind me. "I'll try... Uncle Johnsky," I breathe, holding my breath in anticipation of what's to come.

He guides himself to me slowly, feeling so large and hard that I feel stretched around him even before he's fully inside. The burn as he pierces my tight entrance makes me gasp, but the pleasure that follows is unlike anything I've ever felt. He fills me completely with each thrust, claiming every inch of me with his massive cock.

My head falls back against the counter, and I let out a moan as pleasure washes over me in waves. This feels so good...so right...I wonder if he knows just how much I need this. "Oh God... Uncle Johnsky..." I pant, arching my back and pressing myself further onto him, craving more of his thick length inside me.

As the sensations build within me, as the pleasure grows more intense with each thrust, I can feel my orgasm building once again...but this time it's different. It feels bigger...deeper...and it threatens to consume me whole. "I'm close..." I murmur breathlessly, my fingers digging into the counter again as I try to remain upright beneath him.

With a final thrust that drives him deep inside me, he groans and comes hard, filling me with his hot seed as my own orgasm explodes within me in a fiery burst