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.

When my hands dropped to the front of my shorts, I could see his body stiffen all the more, and as he quickly glanced outside the entrace of his bedroom, towards the sitting room, he slowly dropped his own hand to the front of his jeans and slowly stroked it over the huge bulge growing there.

 And it was right then that I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He wasn't just not looking away or trying to sneak looks.

 He was standing right at the door across from me, stroking his cock right through his jeans and watching me.

 Right there, I knew that he had always wanted me as I wanted him for so long. I thought I had been delusional about everything, but his response tonight proved that he has the same attraction I had for him, and it made my heart soar with joy.

 And the fact that he just didn't seem to care if I did had my young pussy throbbing with heat.

 I made my final move. I turned fully towards him, my small breasts and harden nipples, right out in the open, directly for him as I took a deep breath and drew my eyes right up to his.

 He may have pretended before. Maybe he'd felt awkward with our meeting earlier in his kitchen. But here he's watching me with wanton lust.

  And when our eyes met, he didn't dart away or hide. He didn't even move his hand away from the bulge in his jeans. Instead, his eyes just flashed fire at me.

 I wanted this; I wanted to show him every part of me. I want him to memorize every part of my small body.

 I turned sideways as I hooked my thumbs into my shorts and began to slowly slide them down and ease them over my tight little ass. I glanced at him coyly over my shoulder as I pulled them down, showing him my bare ass.

  I saw him groan quietly, his hand zipping down his jeans a bit lower as he stroked his thick bulge harder and with more purpose now that nothing was hidden.

  I moaned softly, loving that I had this effect on him. Even as inexperienced and young as I was, I could have this kind of power over a much older, much more experienced man.

 The naughtiness of it all was like a drug to me, and I realized as I turned back to him that my panties were soaking wet for him.

 As I stood there shyly, half in the dimlight of my room and half in shadow, I slowly hooked my fingers into the hem of my tiny panties and slowly pulled it down my feet. I could see Mr. Chase eyes blazing as they stared at me, and as I shivered under his gaze.

 I slowly lifted up the panties, examining that exact spot filled with my wetness for him.

 Without breaking eye contact, I lifted my panties to my nose, inhaling my wetness as I closed my eyes. I opened slowly to see him shift, his breathing ragged as he kept looking at me. I could see the rapid rise and fall of his chest. The way he moved, his eyes never leaving me even for a second.

 He groaned then, his face tightening and his finger going to the front of his boxer. I gasped quietly as he pulled it down for me.

 But it was when he slowly pulled his hand back out that my eyes went wide and my jaw about hit the ground when I saw the thick, gorgeous cock wrapped tightly in his strong hand. Under the light of his bedroom, I could see his penis weeping precum for me.

 As he held it - the huge, fat shaft pulsing in his fist - I let my fingers slide gently down over the soft folds of my hairy small slit. I could see his jaw tighten as I did and he started to stroke his hand up and down his big dick as I began to explore my young pussy for him through the door.

 I see the way his eyes glued to my pussy area, I hadn't bother shaving because I see no reason why. I don't have a boyfriend, I have never had sex. And with the way my stepuncle's eyes are glued to my small pussy, I think he appreciate and love the view.

 It felt so dirty, playing with my small pussy like that for my stepuncle, so slutty, and that wasn't a feeling I'd ever felt before. But at the same time, I loved how it made me feel.

 I love that I was behaving like a little slut, stripping and playing with myself for my stepuncle to watch. I'm a naughty girl whose legs part wide open, showing her teenage pussy to her step uncle.

 His hand was moving faster and faster up and down his throbbing cock, and I groaned and let my own small fingers slide deep into my tight folds. His jaw tightened again as he watched me penetrate myself, watched how the soft light in my room glistened on my wet, sticky fingers as they slid in and out of my tight, hairy small cunt.

 He watched how my face scrunched up with pleasure as my thumb brushed against my clit. We stayed like that, just watching the other, pleasuring ourselves:- the sexy, totally forbidden and unbelievably taboo act.

 With my legs quietly widely apart, I fingered myself faster and faster, feeling my own desire drip down my fingers from my small slit and my clit buzzing as my thumb flitted across it.

 My stepuncle cock looked even bigger then, and his face flushed bright red as he shuttled his hand up down his enormous dick quicker and quicker. I knew I was close, and I knew that I wanted him to see me.

 I wanted my uncle to watch me come hard for him. To watch me call out his name in pleasure.

  As I edged closer to climax, watching him pump his cock, muscles bulging in his forearm, I suddenly heard footsteps approaching and his wife's voice calling out, "Honey! Are you there?"

And just like that, as if we both suddenly realized how totally wrong this was, my whole body seized up as I started to tumble over the edge.

  With a clenching gasp and my small mouth forming the perfect O, I moaned quietly and bit down on my lips as I came hard around my plunging fingers, softly calling his name.

  My step-uncle wasn't far behind, and as I watched, gasping through my orgasm, he suddenly jerked rigid as his cock throbbed and pulsed in his hand.

  Thick ropes of white cum erupted from him over and over, splashing across the hardwood floor of his bedroom as he threw his head back and gasped.

  I panted, sagging against the wall of my bedroom, my body shuddering in the aftershocks of my climax, panties still folded in my hand. My breathing ragged, and my entire body hum with satisfaction. 

 A wicked smile tugged at the corner of my lips, I had been slow to think my step uncle never fantasized about my young body. The thought of him masturbating secretly after seeing my bare pussy in the kitchen that night made my nipples tighten again. 

  I watched the man who had taken up and invaded every fantasy I'd ever had, panting with his cock still pulsing in his hand. He stared at me with that animalistic look that sent goosebumps across my skin.

  "Honey, are you in there?" I heard his wife's voice call out, again.

  He cleared his throat. "I'm coming," he called back.

  My uncle paused for just a moment and looked back at me. I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, bringing a finger to my mouth, tasting myself. I saw him shake his head and exhale before walking out of the room.

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  I didn't see or hear much from him over the next couple of days. I worried that he might be avoiding me, embarrassed about what we'd done the other night.

He might be embarrassed to realize his wife almost caught us. I couldn't imagine the look of shock on her face when she walked in on him lustfuly looking at my young body.

  Maybe he was going to avoid me until I return back to school since I have one week left and he could forget about having watched his stepbrother's daughter play with her small pussy and come for him.

  It was hot. The summer breeze blows hotly against my skin as i was alone in the apartment. I'd managed to spend the day so far doing not much of anything. I couldn't wait to go back to college where I'd enjoy the winter.

  My ears had pricked up when I heard the backdoor of the my stepuncle house slam open, and then my interest was really piqued when I heard the machine and sound of car engine. 

  Grinning like a shy little girl, I went to the window, as I saw a shirtless Mr.chase carrying the machine and then went under his truck to fix something. He'd been outside for barely ten minutes, but sweat was already glistening on his muscled chest, and I watched almost spellbound as his arms rippled and glistened in the heat.

  I'm not really sure what prompted me, but I supposed it was being young and needy, it being hot out, and me feeling especially like I wanted to get his attention again. It wasn't like I was trying to be naughty or anything; I guess I was just feeling flirty.

  Now that we had already laid the foundation that night, him seeing me in the kitchen and both of us pleasuring ourselves, it was time to take things further. I needed this man like life itself.

  I had just finished tying the rope of my bikini when I heard the doorbell ring. My heart raced as I looked out the window and realized my uncle chase wasn't there. He was the one ringing my bedroom bell.

  I considered putting on a shirt and shorts but discarded the idea. This was an opportunity I didn't want to waste. I rushed towards the door, adjusted my hair, and opened the door.

  His surprised expression made me smile. "Oh. Amelia, are your parents around?" he asked.

  "No, they went out. Is there something you need?" I replied.

  His eyes roamed over my body, and I felt my nipples tighten against the sheer material of my bikini. He met my gaze, and I let out a sharp breath.

  "I was thinking I could borrow your dad's tools to fix my truck. Mine isn't doing the job," he said.

  "Come, let me show you where my dad keeps them," I said. He hesitated for a moment, then followed me into the sitting room.

  "School's going well, huh?" he asked, trying to steer the conversation away from the other night. I appreciated that. I don't think I'm ready to have the conversation revolving around us seeing our nakedness.

  I curled my legs beneath me on the long chair. "Yeah, it's fine, I guess. It's nice to be home too; I think I missed more about college than I realized."

  Mr. Chase grinned and sat a little close to me. I could smell him-something irresistible mixed with a wooden musk. I didn't think his scent would ever leave my memory.

  He ran a hand through his hair, toweled off the back of his neck with a t-shirt in his hands. I shamelessly stared, watching his tanned muscles ripple and glisten with sweat. God, he was hot.

  I thought of the cock I knew he had, the one I'd glimpsed the other night. Only now, I wanted it closer. I want to inhale his smell. I want him deep down my throat, thrusting forcefully with tears running down my eyes.

  I wanted to feel it in my hands, its smoothness on my tongue, and feel him deep inside my small cunt, his hot cum dripping into my belly.