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.

"J-Jason?" Buffy murmured drowsily, cracking open an eye to peer up at him. "What are you doing in here? I thought Mom would be back today." She yawned and stretched her arms above her head, revealing the black lace of her bra beneath her nightgown. Jason Blackwater: "She's working late tonight," Jason replied with a grin, taking a sip of his coffee. "So you're stuck with me for the rest of the morning." He glanced down at her exposed cleavage and fought back a chuckle. "I brought you some coffee. Thought it might help wake you up."

"Oh really?" She mumbled, rolling onto her back and stifling another yawn. "Did you check the usual spots? Like... your desk or the kitchen counter?"

Buffy's eyes widened and she clamped down on the sudden surge of alarm that threatened to wake her up properly. "Jason!" she exclaimed weakly, trying not to let her trepidation show as his hands roamed over her body. "You shouldn't be doing that!" Her voice sounded more whiny and breathy than she had intended. "What if someone catches us?"

"Hmm?" Jason raised an eyebrow, glancing back up at her face. His fingers found the elastic of her panties, sliding them down over her hips. "Don't worry about that," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Nobody's home."

"But... Aunt Linda..." she protested weakly as he slid his hand back between her legs. "We can't do this." But even as the words left her mouth, a soft moan escaped her lips when his fingers teased her entrance. She was so close to waking up now, but at the same time, it felt so good where he touched her...

"Just relax," Jason murmured against her neck, kissing her sensitive skin as he parted her folds with a slippery finger. "It's just us."

"N-no," Buffy panted, squirming beneath him as her body arched into his touch. "We shouldn't be doing this." It was a half-hearted protest, though; she knew she couldn't stop him from whatever he wanted to do. "Jason... we should... maybe..." Her words trailed off into moans as he continued to tease her sensitive flesh.

Her back arched off the bed as he began to lap at her with his tongue, pressing two fingers deep inside her. She gripped the sheets beneath her hands, the sensations overwhelming as she cried out his name. "Ahh! Ahhnn~ Ogghh~" she moaned and writhed, wanting more of him but scared at the same time. His touch was like a firestorm in her body, making her every nerve ending come alive with desire.

She tried to resist him, telling herself that she shouldn't be letting him do this, but it felt so good... His tongue danced across her entrance and around her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being. It was a struggle between the part of her that wanted this release and the part that knew they should stop. "Ahh~ Ahh~" she moaned, arching into his touch as he expertly drove her closer to the edge. Her body trembled on the brink of orgasm, unable to deny itself any longer as Jason Blackwater worked his magic between her legs. "Hmmmph... ahhnn~..."

With a sudden cry, Buffy's body tensed and convulsed as she came hard, her inner walls squeezing around his fingers in powerful spasms. "Ahhh~ AHHHNNN~" Her nails dug into his shoulders as the wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her gasping for air. He felt so good inside her... so big and demanding. It made every touch that much more intense.

As her climax finally subsided, she lay panting beneath him, trying to regain some control over her breathing. "I can't believe I let you do that," she whispered weakly, shame burning in her cheeks as she glanced away from his piercing gaze. She couldn't look at him without feeling that strange mix of arousal and guilt.

Her body felt exposed and vulnerable now that he had taken advantage of her while she was still half-asleep. "You... you shouldn't have done that..." she murmured, trying to push him away as she scrambled for the covers.

"No," she gasped, her hands flying to cover his mouth as he suckled roughly on her nipple. "Stop it! You're my uncle... you can't be doing this!" Tears stung at the corners of her eyes as she struggled against him, trying to push him away with all her might. Her skin burned where he touched her, his large hands leaving bruises on her hips and thighs. "Please," she whimpered brokenly, her voice quivering with desperation. "Don't do this..."

But no matter how much she resisted or begged, he seemed to only grow more determined. She could feel herself losing the battle against him, her body once again betraying her as it ached for his touch. And as she lay there helpless beneath him, she knew that things were only going to get worse.

Her heart raced faster than ever as she felt his hard cock press against her inner thigh. She knew what was coming next, and it terrified her. But there was nothing she could do to stop him. All she could do was lie there and brace herself for the pain that was sure to follow.

She tried to twist away from him, but he was too strong, his hands holding her down firmly against the bed. And as his hips flexed, pushing his erection into her tight entrance, she let out a cry of anguish that mingled with her desire. "Oh God," she moaned, feeling him stretch her open with each long thrust. "It hurts..." Her voice grew hoarse and shaky as he took what he wanted, ignoring her pleas for mercy.

But no matter how much it hurt, there was something about the sensation of being filled by Jason Blackwater that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body as well. And with each stroke, she could feel herself growing wetter and more needy beneath him. "Agh... ahh~" She arched her back off the bed, gasping for air as he relentlessly drove himself deeper inside her.

Jason's hands slid up her body to cup her bruised and aching breasts, squeezing them roughly as he fucked her. His hips slammed against hers with each thrust, pushing him harder and faster into her tight channel. "That's it," he growled, his breath hot against her ear. "You feel so good..." And with those words, she knew that there was no escape from what was happening to her. She belonged to Jason Blackwater now.

She could feel herself growing wetter and more needy beneath him, despite the pain. Her breath came in short gasps as he continued to thrust into her, his hands holding her down tight against the bed. "Jason..." she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his each time he drove into her. "Please... I can't take anymore..."

Buffy arched her back off the bed, crying out in pain and pleasure as Jason fucked her harder. "No... don't..." she begged weakly, feeling herself slipping closer and closer to the edge of sanity. She knew she shouldn't be enjoying this, but there was something about him that made it impossible to resist. His hips slammed into hers again and again, driving her wild with desire. "Agh... oh God..." Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he took her harder than ever before, pushing her closer and closer to the point of no return.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled beneath him, wanting him to stop but not being able to deny how good it felt. "Jason... please..." She couldn't think straight anymore, could only focus on the sensations of his body moving against hers, of the pleasure coursing through her veins.

With a final, desperate cry, she shattered into oblivion, her body trembling and arching off the bed as she came with a force that left her gasping for air. "Ahhh... AH-AH-AHH~" Her back arched and she writhed beneath him, the intensity of her orgasm overwhelming everything else in the world.

And then, finally, it subsided, leaving her weak and aching all over but oddly satisfied as well. As Jason continued to thrust into her, slowly working himself toward his own release, she could only lie there and wonder how this had happened, how she'd let herself get so carried away... But deep down, she knew the answer was simple: he'd had her from the very beginning.

She closed her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts and feelings as he continued to thrust into her. It was almost surreal how easily he'd taken advantage of her vulnerability that morning, but even now, as she lay beneath him spent and aching, there was a small part of her that wondered if maybe... just maybe, she hadn't enjoyed it after all.

"Oh God," she moaned softly, feeling the first stirrings of another orgasm begin deep inside her. "Jason..." Her hips bucked up to meet his again, her body betraying her once more as desire overtook reason and common sense. "Don't stop... please don't stop..."

Her fingers dug into the sheets beneath her as he slammed into her, pushing her closer and closer to that sweet release she'd been so desperately craving since their encounter had begun. And as he growled out his own words of praise and encouragement, she could feel herself losing control again... letting go of whatever tiny shreds of resistance were left.

This time, when she came apart beneath him, it was with a intensity that left her gasping for air and trembling from head to toe. Her muscles clenched tight around his invading member, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her as he finally gave in to his own release as well.

And as the last shudders passed through her body, she knew that Jason Blackwater had won. He'd taken not only her virginity, but also her innocence and her sanity... and there was nothing she could do about it.

As he finally pulled out of her, spent and panting, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of loss as well: the feeling that something irreplaceable had been taken from her forever. "Jason

"O-oh..." she gasped, looking down at him with wide eyes as he pulled her hair roughly to guide her into position. Her body was still aching and sensitive from their previous encounter, but the feel of his hard cock sliding back inside her brought a fresh wave of arousal washing over her. "Ahhn..." She bit her lip as he held her in place, his grip firm but not painful.

Buffy started to ride him, lifting and lowering herself onto his erection with each thrust. Her breath came out in shallow pants as she moved her hips in time with his hands on her hair, their bodies slapping together with each contact. "Jason..." She moaned, arching her back off the bed as he filled her completely. "It feels so good..."

She looked down at him, their eyes meeting for a moment before she lowered herself again, taking more of him inside her. Her nails dug into his chest as she lost herself in the sensation of being ridden by Jason Blackwater once again.

With each movement, she felt herself growing closer to the edge, the pleasure building inside her until it threatened to overwhelm everything else. "Ah-ahh~ Jason..." Her hips moved faster, desperate for release as their skin slapped together in rhythmic thrusts. "I'm close... I'm so close..." She clung to him, needing his touch to push her over the edge.

With a sharp cry, Buffy's body tensed and arched off the bed as she came hard around him, her inner walls squeezing tightly around his invading member. "Ahhh... AH-AH-AHH~" Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she rode out her orgasm, her movements growing frantic with need. "Oh God... Jason..." Her breath came in ragged gasps, every nerve ending on fire with pleasure.

With a final thrust, Jason joined her in oblivion, his body tensing and relaxing beneath her as he groaned out his release. She felt the hot rush of his seed fill her, and for a moment, they were both lost in the haze of satisfaction that followed their explosive encounter.

As the last tremors subsided, Jason pulled gently on her hair to slow her movements. Their breathing steadied as they gazed at each other, the weight of what they had just done pressing heavily upon them. Buffy knew she couldn't stay here any longer; this situation was becoming unbearable with every passing moment. But as she pulled herself off Jason and slipped out of bed, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of longing for the connection they had shared in that fleeting moment of passion.