My body froze, blood roaring in my ears. I must be hallucinating, or maybe I'd gone crazy to even think I had just voiced my secret fantasy out loud, with everyone in the apartment potentially hearing.

  My tiny fingers lingered on my pussy as I stopped and listened, straining to see if it wasn't me. And then, there it was.... the moans I'd just heard in my fantasy were actually real.

  I felt my pulse jump like lightning in my chest. It's not coming from me like I had thought. It's actually coming from...

  "Oh God! Yes! Fuck me harder, Chase!"

  A familiar feminine voice. Oh my fucking God.

  The sound was coming from my step-uncle room directly opposite mine. I whirled toward the view from my bedroom door. My heart clenched with excitement and something darker, as I stood at the entrance of my room and took in the scene before me.

  I gasped and brought my hand quickly to my mouth as I stared, I almost couldn't believe what I saw a few feet away from me! My stepuncle, in all his naked glory was fucking his wife hard from behind.

  He's fucking her like an animal. Hard, strong and powerful.

  His body glistened with sweat under the soft bedroom light. He grunted, his strong muscles flexing as he pounded his cock into his wife, who leaned over the makeup table. The rhythm, the power in his movements, it was all intoxicating.

  At first, my chest ached with a pang of envy. Watching the man of my fantasies fuck another woman so recklessly, it made something inside me twist and sink. They had no idea I was watching. I believe they thought i had slept off. The door was open simply because of the summer heat, not for my benefit, but I couldn't look away.

  It felt wrong to be jealous. He was her husband. That's what husbands do to their wives. Hell! that's what couples do. I shouldn't even bother about the way he pounded her cunt with reckless abandon. Every thrust from him, every slap of skin, made my body tremble and thrum with desire and a sick twist of envy. 

  I gasped softly as his strong hands gripped her hips harshly, pulling her toward him. The sounds of their bodies slapping together, the moans and grunts, made my skin hum with arousal. I pressed my hand to my mouth, trying to quiet the gasps that threatened to escape.

  And yet, the more I watched, the more mesmerized I became. His muscles rippled, glistening in the light. His wife's body responded to him completely, her chest pressed to the table, her hips rising and falling in perfect rhythm with his thrusts.

  A wicked part of me imagined it was me instead of her, bent over that table with stepuncle holding my hips and pounding me full of his cock. But that didn't mean I couldn't be totally turned on and dripping wet just watching it happen right in front of me.

  I could see his wife, her chest pressed on the makeup table, her ass raised upward, receiving every hard and long thrusts from him.

  And before I knew it, the burning desire from earlier that I'd stopped came rushing back. I moaned as I felt my pussy throb inside my panties as my arousal quickly began to dampen the inside of them while I watched the couple.

  I quietly widen the door to my room, turned off the lights and sat on the reading table, peering directly to my hunky stepuncle in their bedroom, fucking his wife and letting the sounds of their love-making wash over me as I eagerly pushed down my panties, parted my legs open and slid my fingers wetly over my tight little pussy.

  I could see his wife's face scrunched up with passion as her gorgeous husband gripped her tightly by the hips and pushed into her again and again. Her breasts were much larger than my small little cups, and they swayed heavily beneath her as my stepuncle hands gripped her ass tightly and fucked her with deep strokes.

  I watched the way he slid out of her, the way she turned around and rested on the table, her legs parted and wrapped around his waist as he plunged into her pussy again. I watched as he kept pounding her cunt, his cook deep and firmly buried inside her. His strong hands gripped her breasts.

  I could only see his thick balls. I could hear the sweaty slaps of their skin. I gasped as he turned her around again until she's resting her elbow on the table again as he entered her from behind once more.

  His glistening chest rippled under their bedroom light, and I moaned into my hand as the fingers from my other slipped into my tight channel, imaging it was his cock pushing into me from behind.

  I was rubbing my clit with my thumb as two of my fingers rhythmically pushed in and out of my wet slit, trying to time my stroking in tune with my uncle thrusting across the room.

  I'd been close as I rested my back on the wall, my eyes glued to the scene in front of me. And as I masturbated right there, hiding in my bedroom and watching them making love, I could already feel myself close to coming.

  I started to finger my pussy harder and harder as my uncle pace picked up as well. I could see his jaw gritting tightly and the heavy concentration in his eyes as he rocked his hips back and forth.

  "Oh fuck! yes baby!" i heard her cry out. " Come inside my womb!"

  Like a rocket that did it for both of us. I bit my hand hard as my own orgasm began to clench and ripple through me, but I forced myself to keep my eyes open and watch as my uncle's face did the same.

  He let out a heavy grunt, and with a final, powerful thrust, he slammed forward into his wife. He groaned, and I knew he was coming right along with me! My own body clenched and convulsed, my tight pussy seizing up around my fingers as I bit my hand hard trying not to scream as I came.

  As I came down, I suddenly gasped again as my stepuncle slipped wetly out of his wife, and his thick, throbbing, glistening cock bobbed into view. Still hard, long, and veiny. I could see the cum dripping down. I could see the little throbbings of his magnificent cock.

I had never really seen a penis physically before, aside from spying on my friend older brother in the shower years ago or the few glimpses of porn I'd seen. It is a whole new and different feeling, seeing it for real and knowing who it belongs to.

But I knew enough to know that the thick, gorgeous looking cock jutting out from stepucle's muscled abdomen was decidedly enormous. His cock is the most beautiful thing I have seen all my life. His pubic hair surrounded it like a well trimmed garden.

The naughty part of me wants to go on my knees, my hair tied to the back, my small mouth wide open as I swallow him whole, taking him deep into my throat as I lick and suck every inch of his thick cock. I want to run my tongue all round the tip of his cock, tasting his saltiness. To swallow every drop of his cum.

I could see his erection dying down, yet it still looked big. I doubt if it could fit my tight channel. The thought made my mouth water and my pussy throb. I watched him put on his boxer and walked towards the other side of the room.

After that, I slumped back into my bed to grin and blush to myself about what I'd just seen.

Their love making was so hot, in fact, that I actually fingered my still buzzing slit into another mini-orgasm right there in my bed as the grunts and sound of the couple replayed over and over again in my head.

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Two weeks later, we had another get-together. I won't lie, I had made myself look good that night, and I did it entirely for him.

The image of them fucking that night hadn't left my mind. The way he moved, the strength in his body, the sheer masculine power, it made my pussy throb and pulse with want.

Dinner was supposed to be casual, but I still chose a short, sexy, yet not overtly slutty skirt, and a wide-necked shirt that hung off my shoulders, flattering my slender form. 

I hadn't even bothered wearing panties. Just imagining sitting across from him, his eyes on me, completely unaware of how bare and wet I was underneath, sent a thrill through me.

My heart hammered as he and his wife walked into the room, and there he was, gorgeous as ever. A crisp white T-shirt stretched over his broad, tanned chest, casual jeans, hair slightly tousled.

"Hey Adam, Marie; and-" He froze mid-sentence, eyes locking on me. I saw him stumble over his words, wide-eyed for a moment before clearing his throat.

"Amelia! Wow, hey!" he finally stammered, eyes quickly scanning my body before he seemed to catch himself. My cheeks flushed under his gaze as it ran over me.

I noticed a flicker of surprise, but he quickly regained control. That brief moment, however, sent my heart racing. I tried to remain composed, especially in front of my parents and his wife.

"Sit down, guys, food's just about done!" My mother said warmly, guiding them to the diningroom. As he stepped past me, I felt a thrill rush through me at the lingering heat of his gaze.

As we mingled, filling each other in on the usual small talk, I began to notice something that made my heart flutter. My Uncle couldn't seem to keep his eyes off me. At first, I thought I was imagining it.

But the more I noticed his lingering glances, the more his subtle smiles as I spoke, the more I realized he was watching me-truly watching me. I glowed inside. I had his attention. His eyes were fixed on me, letting me know I was being seen, being wanted.

He couldn't care less if someone noticed him staring. His dark eyes burned into me, daming the consequences of anyone realizing he's staring at his stepbrother young daughter and I felt my nipples harden with excitement.

After dinner, my dad and Uncle walked over to the bar cart in the corner. My mom and Ellie had their own private conversation, leaving me to clear the dishes. The tension was nerve-wracking, pretending not to notice my Uncle's glances-the way his Adam's apple bobbed, the subtle lick of his lips.

The thought of letting him know I had nothing underneath my skirt sent another thrill through me. I tried to control my racing thoughts as I moved into the kitchen, giving him one last glance. His eyes darkened, filled with something I couldn't name, and my legs went weak.

A plate slipped from my hands, shattering on the floor. I bent down to pick up the pieces, water running in the sink beside me, dishwasher humming. Then I heard him behind me: a sharp, low "Oh!"

I whipped my head around. Our eyes met, and in that instant, both of us froze. Shock crossed his face, then transformed into something darker and feral.

I had bent over at the waist, as I gently pick up the broken pieces of plates and had not noticed he was walking into the kitchen, and as I whirled around at my stepuncle exclamation, it'd only taken me half a minute to realize what he was staring at with his face bright red and his eyes dark and so hungry looking.

The skirt I'd worn that night was hardly inappropriate; if I was standing up, or even sitting down with my legs crossed, or beneath a dining room table.

But bent over at the waist, however, was another matter altogether, and between the piercing focus of his eyes and the sudden feeling of air tickling up the bare backs of my thighs and my butt, I suddenly grasped exactly what was happening.

My small skirt was pulled right up over my ass, and just as he'd walked into the kitchen, My fucking stepuncle had gotten an absolute eyeful of my tight young ass. He had seen my bare pussy.

I stood up, blushing furiously, smoothing my skirt down. I never planned for this. Everything had been unintentional, yet it felt so good for him to have seen me in that provocative position.

  My step-uncle quickly looked away, opening the refrigerator as he brought out a bottles of cold water. And just like that, we both pretended that he hadn't just seen right up my skirt and across my pussy, and that I hadn't lingered a few seconds longer than necessary in letting him. We pretended that he stopped staring at my tight ass.

  He quickly smiled nervously at me, his face probably as red as mine, as he moved past me. I could feel the tension radiating off him as he walked out of the kitchen to the sitting room.

  I let out the breath I had been holding ever since I saw that hungry look. It couldn't leave my vision for even a second. It felt as though he was resisting something, everything from doing the unimaginable when he saw me in that position.

  I literally would not have minded him fucking me right in the kitchen, even knowing that my parents were just ten feet away. I wouldn't have minded him pounding my small pussy with his thick, full cock.

  After finishing the dishes and keeping the kitchen clean, I walked into the sitting room and he and his wife, ready to leave. I couldn't look at my Uncle, but I could feel his penetrating gaze on me.

  I could feel my cheeks heating as we said our goodbyes and ended our discussions at the front door. He gave my mom a quick kiss on the cheek, high-fived my younger brother, and shook my dad's hand warmly on the way out. As I passed by him, though, he paused, freezing slightly before he pulled me in for a hug.

  I felt a heady surge of heat grip my body as he pulled me close, even if it was just for a moment. I felt his jeans pressed tightly against my crotch, and millions of butterflies fluttered in my lower belly.

  The feeling was electric, just like that time back on my sixteenth birthday when he'd hugged me close. And this time, just as before, my whole body glowed and tingled under his touch.

  "Welcome back home from college, Amelia." He had that same slightly confusing, hungry look in his eyes as he had in the kitchen before. He grinned at me once more before they headed back to their room. 

  Later that night, in my room after dinner, I found myself getting bolder, with my door wide open, touching myself absentmindedly as I looked into their bedroom. It wasn't like I actually thought I was going to see him, but so much of my attraction to this man stemmed from watching him and his wife from this very spot that it had become almost second nature to look.

  I decided not to touch myself but instead put on some soft, slow music and let it flow through my body, trying to dance away the naughty and troubling thoughts swirling in my mind.

  In the darkness of their room, I suddenly saw a dim light flick on. I could see him then, walking around the room, zipping his trouser as his shirt hanging on his shoulder. He is preparing to go out.

  I picked up my phone and scrolled through my playlist until I found the perfect song. I connected it to my little Bluetooth speaker and let the music flow throughout my room until my body began to move slowly and sensually. 

  This time, I found myself stepping out from behind the corner in my room, dancing there in my small sleep shorts and button-up pajama shirt. It took a second, with him putting on a shirt but suddenly, as if he knew he was being watched, he stood up straight and turned right towards my bedroom door. 

  And right then, all I could think about was how good he'd feel; how amazing I knew he'd make me feel as he took me for the first time. The naughty thought brought a pink flush to my cheeks, and I found myself biting my lip as I swung my body to the music.

  I knew his wife could be in the sitting room with my parents, probably watching a movie, or waiting for him to join them. But apart from them, it was just the two of us, five feet across from each other.

  I brought my hands up to my shirt, slowly running my hand across my chest, up to my neck as I closed my eyes, pretending to be in my own world, trying to ignore the thought of him watching me.

  I closed my eyes as I reveled in the sensation, tugging gently at my small breasts and feeling my nipples harden. My fingers began to find the buttons at the front of my shirt, and as I strained my sight out of the corners of my eyes, I could see the blaze in his.

  I grinned, feeling his smoldering eyes bore into me as my fingers began to loosen one button, then another, and another, slowly moving down my slender body. I undid more and more, exposing myself inch by inch.

  I turned my back toward him, whining softly to the music as I caressed my neck, down to my chest, and over my ass.

  My Uncle's face looked red, his eyes wild, and I could just catch the movement of him glancing quickly at the door adjacent to the room he was.

  I felt an erotic shiver shoot through me as I opened my shirt slowly for him, shrugging it off my slender form as I stood there, illuminated by the soft light in my bedroom.

  I didn't have all the curves and large breasts that some girls my age did or his wife, yet I had seen the way he hungrily looked at my small cleavage, the same way his eyes darkened when he had saw me bent forward, my young pussy fully exposed in the kitchen.

  And as I slowly bared my body to him, my hand roamed over my soft flesh, my thumb caressing my hard nipples, feeling them erect as my body hummed, knowing fully well he was watching me, and that I had an effect on him just as he did on me.

  I could see the way he exhaled, closed his eyes, the flush in his face, jaw tightening, and eyes flashing at me, which told me he wanted more. He wanted to see more of my young, bare body.