Insincerity – Taboo Version Read Online Margot Scott

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Novella, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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An hour later, I locked down my computer and then headed to the kitchen to start dinner. Luckily, Hailee’s favorite meal was pretty simple, so it didn’t take long to prepare. She came downstairs just as I was getting ready to plate the pasta. It had been a few hours since I watched her on the live feed, but the post-orgasmic glow remained in her cheeks. She smiled at my chest as she entered the kitchen and grabbed the necessary utensils to set the table.

When we sat down to eat, I noticed that she seemed to be avoiding my gaze. I felt my hackles rise again. Had she seen something after all?

“Is everything okay?” I asked before taking a bite of pasta.

Hailee shook her head. “I’m fine. Just feeling a little nostalgic with the holidays coming.”

I dug into my pasta, satisfied with her response. She put on a strong front, but her conflicted feelings about her dad always seemed to intensify around Christmas.

“You know, it’s okay to miss him,” I said. “It doesn’t mean you can’t still be mad at him.”

“I know.” She took a sip of water, her throat flexing as she swallowed. While she was focused on her food, I allowed myself a moment to focus on her, taking in her round face and full cheeks. She had no idea just how captivating she was.

I could’ve stared at her all night. I was obsessed with her curves, with the way her full breasts stretched the front of every shirt she wore. I longed to lift and squeeze them as I licked her nipples, to watch them jiggle with every thrust.

“It’s really creamy,” she said.

“I’m sure they are.”

She squinted. “What?”

Fuck, I’d let myself get distracted. Ever since Hailee arrived back from college, I’d found it impossible to concentrate. I blinked a few times to dispel the image of her naked breasts from my mind. “Sorry, what?”

“The Alfredo. You outdid yourself.”

“Right. Yeah, the sauce is good, isn’t it? Thanks.”

“What did you think I meant?” Something in her gray gaze made my heart beat faster. It was as if she was studying me, watching for any crack in my composure.

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

After a long, taut moment, she glanced down at her plate, and I finally allowed myself to breathe.

That night, I did something that I hadn’t been able to do since before Hailee went off to college. I lay in bed with my tablet and pulled up the live camera footage and watched her get ready for sleep.

She took her time brushing her teeth and hair. I bit the inside of my cheek as she undressed, changing into her pajamas: a pair of pink shorts that barely covered her ass and a cropped tank top with no bra. Straightforward and yet so sexy. That was Hailee. She didn’t even have to try for me to pitch a tent in my boxers. All she had to do was be herself.

For years, this had been my nightly ritual, after we’d both retired to our rooms. I took immense pleasure in simply watching her move around her personal space. Catching her in the act of touching herself or showering was simply a bonus.

But even as my body responded in the usual way, there was something off about Hailee’s routine. I couldn’t put my finger on exactly what had shifted. Something in her mannerisms seemed almost deliberate.

She sauntered around the bedroom with her legs on full display. Instead of turning off the bedside lamp like she normally did, she left it on, which meant I got to watch her settle into bed in full color instead of the camera’s grayscale night vision. Why would she change her routine?

The question fled my mind as she pulled the blankets up around her neck and appeared to drift off to sleep. I watched and waited for twenty minutes, until I was sure she wasn’t going to get up to pee. Then, finally, I summoned the video footage from earlier in the day.

I fast-forwarded to the part where she began rubbing herself through her leggings, her palm pressed flat against her groin. She raised and rocked her hips with her legs spread wide. My cock jerked in my boxers as I imagined settling between those thighs and burying my tongue inside her.

She sat upright just long enough to remove her sweater and then lay back down. Arching her back, she cupped her breasts through her bra, squeezing. I trailed my hand down my own stomach, watching her tease her nipples through the fabric. Her soft whimpers made my cock ache to be freed from my boxers. I waited until she reached back to unclasp her bra before sliding my hand over my erection.

Her breasts bounced free. I slipped my hand into my boxers, gripping my erection and stroking slowly. She strummed her nipples, squeezing her thighs together as if seeking some kind of friction. Pleasure surged through me. I turned up the volume, eager to hear every small sound as it floated from my niece’s lips.


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