My Handsome Uncle
Joe chuckled.
"Uncle, I'm embarrassed, what if someone sees us?" Clara refused. The refusal was only on her lips because her body didn't move. She felt comfortable under Joe's dominating embrace. Comfortable! Not only that, the scent of his body tickled Clara's sense of smell, making her want more. More and longer in such a position with Uncle.
"My Clara," Joe whispered.
"Yes, my Uncle Joe!" Clara replied.
Silent but quick, Joe carved a mark of possession on the side of Clara's slender neck. The girl couldn't resist; instead, she was curious because she also desired it.