All Chapters of YOURS, DADDIES : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2He picked up the tongs, adjusted the grates.I should've said something. Anything. Acted normal."How's work?" I managed."Busy. Good busy, though. Just finished a house in Oakmont." His voice was lower than I remembered. Rougher. Or maybe I was just hearing it differently now."That's great."He passed me the tongs to hold while he adjusted the temperature. His hand brushed mine.The touch was electric.I nearly dropped them.He's your uncle, I thought. Your mother's brother. The man who taught you to ride a bike and helped you with algebra homework and has never, ever looked at you as anything other than his niece.This is sick. You're sick. This is wrong.But god, the way his forearms looked when he moved the charcoal. The flex of muscle under tan skin. The veins in his hands. I wanted those hands on me. Wanted them pushing my shorts down, spreading my legs, touching me where I was already getting wet.Stop it. Stop."You okay?" he asked."What?""You seem quiet.""Just t

I could feel him hesitating."You should do my legs too," I said. "While you're at it."Another pause. Then his hands were on my calves, sliding up. Over my knees. My thighs.I spread my legs slightly. Just a little. Just enough.His hands faltered."Is this okay?" he asked, and I'd never heard his voice sound like that. Strained. Almost desperate."It's perfect."He kept going. Up my thighs, higher, his thumbs brushing the crease where my legs met my ass.I was so wet I was sure he could see it. The red bikini bottoms had to be soaked through.His hands retreated. "All done.""Wait."I reached behind me, fingers going to the tie of my bikini top. Pulled one string loose.The top fell away from my back.I heard him suck in a breath."It came untied," I said, voice innocent. "Can you tie it back for me?"For a long moment, he didn't move. Didn't speak.Then: "Maya...""Please? I can't reach."His hands shook when they touched the strings. I felt it. Felt how badly he was trying to cont

This was wrong. So fucking wrong.But it felt so good.Her hand slid to my chest. My neck. Into my hair.I was drowning in her. In the taste of her, the feel of her, the little sound she made when I sucked on her bottom lip.Five seconds. I let myself have five seconds of this before I pulled away.We were both breathing hard."We can't," I said. My voice was shaking. "You're my niece. This is—Jesus, Maya, this is so wrong.""I don't care.""You should. We both should."She was still so close. Her hand still in my hair. Her lips swollen from my kiss."I want you," she whispered."Maya—""I want you so badly I can't think straight. I've wanted you for months. Maybe longer. And I know you want me too.""That doesn't matter.""How can it not matter?""Because you're nineteen. Because you're my sister's daughter. Because I watched you grow up and I'm supposed to protect you, not—" I couldn't even say it."Not what? Not kiss me? Not want to fuck me?"The bluntness of it shocked me. Turned

I waited an hour. Long enough for everyone to fall asleep. Long enough for the house to go quiet except for the sound of the lake lapping against the dock outside.Then I crept downstairs.His door was closed. No light underneath.I knocked softly.Nothing.I knocked again."Go away, Maya." His voice came through the door, rough with sleep. Or maybe he hadn't been sleeping at all."I can't sleep," I said. "Can I come in?""No.""Please."Silence. Long enough that I thought he wasn't going to answer.Then the door opened.He was wearing only pajama pants, slung low on his hips. His chest was bare—tanned and muscled and exactly as perfect as I'd imagined. His hair was messy like he'd been running his hands through it."Maya, you need to leave." His voice was strained."I can't sleep," I said again. "Can I just—can I stay with you? Just to talk?""No.""David—""Don't call me that.""What should I call you? Uncle David? Is that what you want to hear while you're trying not to think about

I woke up in his bed.For a moment, I didn't remember where I was. Then it all came rushing back—his mouth on me, his hands, his cock inside me, the way he'd groaned my name when he came.Oh god.I'd fucked my uncle.The guilt should've hit me like a freight train. Should've made me sick. Should've sent me running from his room in horror.Instead, all I felt was the pleasant ache between my legs and the desperate urge to do it again.I turned my head. He was asleep beside me, one arm thrown over his eyes, chest rising and falling slowly. The sheet had slipped down to his waist, leaving all that golden skin exposed.I wanted to touch him. Wanted to wake him up with my mouth on his cock. Wanted to climb on top of him and ride him until we both forgot our own names.But dawn light was starting to creep through the curtains. My parents would be waking up soon.I needed to get back to my room before anyone noticed I was gone.I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could. Found my clothes sca