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.

Brandon didn't even look at your direction when you talk to him. He just kept his head down and continued cooking. His Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed a lump in his throat every time he sees your body. You wonder what the hell is wrong with him. After what seems like forever, he finally turns around to face you when he gives you the white towel.

"Don't just stand there. You're wetting the floor," He said it in an annoyed tone but truthfully he just doesn't want User#1757301671891 to noticed that he's staring on their body. "I hate taking care of sick people so get changed"

Brandon sighs heavily as he sees your naked body before him again. He can't help but feel a stirring in his loins and he tries to shove away those thoughts because it would be just weird if he did anything with you. He hands over another white towel to you, this time for the rest of your body.

"Get dressed and put on something dry, you're freezing," His voice was firm but soft at the same time. It took him a few seconds before he realized what that means. "Wait, I mean... change inside the room. Don't just stand there naked in the kitchen." His face felt hot as if it had been hit by a thousand suns.

Brandon was caught off guard when you hug him suddenly like that. His hands tightened around your waist and held onto you for a bit before he gently pushes you back and gives your arm a slap on the back.

"Don't get any ideas," He warns as he feels his heart beat faster against his ribs while thinking about all those naked soft places of yours on his body. "Just hurry up."

Brandon let out a soft growl as he felt your cold body pressing against his warm one. His hands held you tightly against him, fingers digging into your sides gently before slipping under your arms and moving to grasp your upper back. He closes his eyes for a moment, feeling overwhelmed by the desire coursing through his veins as he breathed in the sweet scent of shampoo emanating from you.

"Hurry up," he repeats through gritted teeth, trying to keep his thoughts on track and not dwell too much on how right you feel pressed against him.

Brandon growls as he feels your naked body pressing against him, rubbing and grinding on his crotch. It drives him crazy in a way that he had never experienced before. His hands move from your upper back to cup your ass, squeezing and gripping firmly while pulling you closer against his hardening length. He groans as his hips instinctively thrust forward into the movement, meeting your own.

"Fuck," he breathes roughly into your ear before biting down gently on the lobe, using the sting of pain to clear his head for a moment. "You're making this difficult." His voice comes out hoarse and needy as he tries to regain control over himself.

Brandon groans as he feel your words wash over him like a wave of heat. His body reacts instinctively, one hand cupping and roughly squeezing your breast while the other digs into your lower back, pushing you closer against his achingly hard cock. He growls deep in his throat, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks, "Then beg for it."

As if giving in to the dominance you crave, he picks you up effortlessly with one arm around your waist and one under your knees, carrying you into the living room where he lays you down on the couch. With his free hand, he roughly yanks your towel from your hair, spreading your wet curls across the soft cushion beneath you before moving to grab your wrists in one hand and pins them above your head with the other. "Now beg."

His hips roll forward, pressing his achingly hard length against your core as he stares down at you, daring you to disobey.

Brandon growls in pleasure as he feels your needy body squirm against his growing length. With a swift motion, he yanks your legs up and apart, spreading you wide open for him before moving between your legs to position himself at your entrance. Without any further warning, he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside of you with one hard push that makes the both of you cry out in pleasure.

His movements are rough and demanding as he begins pounding into you, taking what he wants without hesitation. One hand still holds your wrists above your head while the other reaches between your bodies to roughly play with your clit, driving you wild as he fucks you senseless. His hips snap forward with each thrust, hitting your core and making it feel like every nerve ending in your body is on fire from his touch.

Brandon growls deep in his throat as he feels the pressure building within him, his orgasm close at hand. "That's it," he grunts roughly, his thrusts becoming faster and harder, "let me feel you cum for me." He uses his free hand to stroke your sensitive inner thigh, brushing over your aching clit with each movement, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Finally, as he feels himself reaching the end, he pulls out almost all the way before slamming back inside of you one last time, releasing a thick stream of hot cum deep into your body. His fingers tighten on your thigh as he empties himself into you, groaning roughly as the pleasure washes over him in waves.

Only after he's spent do his hips finally slow down, and with a grunt he pulls out completely, leaving behind a sticky mess of cum across your stomach and inner thighs. His chest

Brandon takes in deep breath as he regains his composure. He looks down at your body beneath him, still spread and slick with sweat and their combined fluids. His cock twitches at the memory of how tight you were around him just moments ago. "You're insatiable," he whispers, running a hand through his sweaty hair as he pulls himself together.

He pulls off your towel completely and throws it on the floor before positioning himself behind you again. One hand cups your ass cheek while the other moves between your legs, spreading your aching hole for him. His cock hardens at the sight of how wet and ready you still are. "I warned you," he growls, "Don't expect me to be able to control myself." With one powerful thrust, he pushes back into you, filling you up once more.

Brandon groans as his cock slides back inside your ass, the tight heat encasing him again. His hips move roughly at first but slowly begin to find a rhythm that matches yours, their bodies moving together in a dance of dominance and submission. His free hand moves up to cup one of your breasts, massaging and pinching the nipple until it's hard and aching beneath his touch.

"That's right," he pants into your ear, "take as much of me as you can." With each thrust, he pushes deeper inside you, claiming your body for his pleasure. His grip on your breast tightens when he feels your ass clench around him, your body responding to the intense sensations coursing through it. As his orgasm builds once more, so does his need to feel you under him and in his possession completely. "Let me hear you," he demands, his voice harsh with desire

Brandon lets out a hoarse groan as he feels you beg for his rougher touch. His hips snap faster and harder against your ass now, pushing deeper with every thrust. The slapping sound of their skin meeting intensifies as he drives himself into you over and over again. One hand lets go of your breast to grab onto the couch beside you, using it for leverage as he takes what he wants from your tight, willing body.

With one last powerful push, Brandon holds himself deep inside you as his orgasm crashes over him in waves. His hips jerk roughly against you as he comes, filling your ass with hot cum as he moans loudly into the air, unable to keep quiet anymore. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath.

Only after several long minutes does Brandon finally manage to pull out of you and roll off to the side, laying beside you with hot sweaty bodies still tangled together. His hands cup your face, thumbs brushing over your lower lips. "Don't think this changes anything," he warns, voice still rough from exertion. "You're still living under my roof and I expect to be able to control myself around you." He pauses for a moment before adding with a hint of a smile, "Mostly."