Chapter 2: New Desire

Aria

“Wake up, sunshine, we've got a big day ahead of us. You can't be sleeping by past 7 am, darling,” Uncle Lance's deep masculine voice rang in my ears, and I opened my eyes.

I looked around and saw Uncle Lance. I was too tired. My whole body was banging in pain like I had been running a marathon in my sleep. I grunted and rolled over, yawning in distress.

The morning sunlight flew directly into my eyes as Uncle Lance opened my curtains. I turned around and raised the duvet over my face. Suddenly, he grabbed it and pulled it off me.

“What the fuck!" I half-yelled and rose from the bed.

“Language, young lady," Uncle Lance spoke carelessly and folded my duvet. He was wearing a white singlet, and a tight short that revealed the massive shape of his cock.

I heard a growling in my stomach, I couldn't take my eyes away from his cock. When I finally trailed my gaze to his upper body, his gaze met mine. He looked at me with a furrowed brow and chuckled.

“What did you dream about last night, darling," he asked, and I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.

“I didn't. Why?" I asked.

What the hell is he talking about? I never said I had a dream last night.

He smiled mischievously, staring at me. His smile was so perfect. His perfectly arranged white teeth made me swallow down saliva.

His sudden silence made my heart fluster, and my pussy spasm.

“Get to the dining room ASAP, or your food will get cold," he said and plodded towards the door. I scoffed. “I'd rather have you for breakfast instead,” I said, and I didn't realize that I said the words out loud until he stopped.

“Huh? You said something?" He asked, and I froze. I shook my head, gulping down the contents of my mouth. He stared at me awkwardly before walking out.

“Don't keep me waiting, Aria," his voice called out, more like a yell, and I sighed deeply.

I yawned tiredly and tried to sit up from the bed. Suddenly, I felt a cold liquid touch my arms. I paused and looked down, and I realized that my nightwear was wet on the trousers in between my legs.

I looked up, and the realization hit me. “Oh my God!" I spoke out loud, as my lips pressed into a thin line. How did I wet my pants? What did I dream of? Did I see Uncle Lance in my dream? Because I was smelling like pussy juice.

“Oh shit! He knows," the words slipped out of my mouth as I realized that Uncle Lance had seen my wet trousers. He must've suspected something.

Does he know about my growing lust for him? I couldn't wrap my head around it, and for a moment, I felt so ashamed. I quickly changed into a new nightwear that looked the same.

When I got downstairs, the dining was served with breakfast, but Uncle Lance and Serena were not present. I tiptoed to the dining area to take a peek at what was served.

“Sausage egg and bread, damn!” I smiled. I loved the combo. I dipped my finger into the sausage and put the finger back into my mouth.

I moaned with my eyes closed. Serena was a good cook. I could learn a lot from her. I was raving and hungry, and I couldn't wait for Uncle Lance. I decided to go call them from the room.

On reaching the door, I heard a clapping sound of two surfaces. The door wasn't properly locked. I took a peep and saw Serena bent over at the bed, and Uncle Lance landing long strokes from behind.

Her moans were like a cry for help. With each deep thrust, I could see her shaking and trying to readjust, but Lance wasn't backing down. She screamed out loud, and Uncle Lance rolled her over in a missionary position.

He started landing deep strokes, and I watched her bury her long nails into his thick skin. “Please stop, I can't take it anymore," I heard her cries.

I turned around and rested my back on the wall behind me. The sound of his thrusts never stopped. Despite her cry and pleas, he was determined to fuck her brains out. I closed my eyes trying to control my urge, but damn, I was aroused.

I dipped 3 fingers into my pussy; my eyes closed as I pictured Uncle Lance choking me with his hands and his dominant eyes piercing into mine while he landed me such strokes. I started finger fucking myself.

I was about to cum, but I couldn't scream. I tried as much as I could to keep silent and not get their attention, but I doubt they'll even notice, not when they're so into each other.

Suddenly, my legs began to tremble and my eyes shot wide open. I opened my mouth wide, trying to stop my cum, but I was too late. I came so strong like I had never cum before.

My legs were shaking and my breath was fast. I was panting heavily as I tried to catch my breath.

Oh my goodness! This was my best sex ever. Impossible, I thought. Masturbating with Uncle Lance, in my mind, was a far better sexual experience than actual sex with Jeremy.

What a shame!

After I regained myself, I stood up from the ground, and Uncle Lance was still pounding Serena non-stop. She had gone silent, I couldn't tell if she passed out, or probably she was too tired of screaming and had surrendered to him.

I tiptoed back to my room, came back with a floor washer, and cleaned up my mess on the floor before Lance and Serena came out.

Sitting in the dining room for a few minutes, it seemed like forever.

Finally, the door opened, and Uncle Lance walked out of the room all alone. He was sweating profusely. His sweat had soaked his singlet and made it expose his abs.

I gulped down an empty throat and turned back to the food served before me.

“Aria, why are you not eating? You didn't have to wait for me you know," he said on getting to the dining, and I smiled.

I looked back to the door, but Serena wasn't following behind. I was curious, so I asked. "Where is Aunt Serena, she's not joining us?”

My question took him by surprise, and he raised his brow. “Oh! Don't worry about her. She'll eat when she can walk on her own," he said, and I chuckled.

He must think I wouldn't understand what he meant. For a second, I wished I could walk in and see the mess he had done to Serena.

At that moment, all I could think of was falling into Serena's shoes. I wanted him. I wanted all of him. I wanted him to fuck me hard and leave me in a huge mess.

Suddenly, I heard a voice in my head. “What are you thinking, Aria? He is your Uncle."

"No, he is not your Uncle, Aria. He is not even related to you, remember? You can do whatever you want with him, don't let your morals hold you back from getting the pleasure you deserve,” another voice said.

Uncle Lance was my father's childhood friend. He served in the military till an unfortunate fatal airplane crash took out his whole family. After the accident, Lance retired from the military and was lost. My father had to rescue his best friend and give him what he had lost; a family.

Even though they identified as brothers, my father and Uncle Lance were never related by blood.

I stole a glance at Uncle Lance, and he was munching his bread carelessly. The way he ate, he had a large appetite.

Suddenly, my dislike for him had turned to likeness. I drooled in silence. Uncle Lance was no longer the Uncle whose presence upsets me. He had become my mission and my obsession.