Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Then there was the issue of what to do about the footage of me taking her virginity in her own bed. I couldn’t wait to sit down and relive the event from a different vantage point. I wondered whether my brother would see the turn of events as a chance to live vicariously through me, or if he’d consider me a traitor for claiming her in all the ways that he couldn’t.
“What are you thinking about?” Hailee asked.
I looked up from my half-eaten bowl of oatmeal to find Hailee watching me. I put on a smile. I didn’t want to lie to her, especially now that everything else was out in the open. But I wasn’t sure how to proceed from here. How could I tell her about her dad’s connection to these videos when he was already such a sensitive subject?
“Right now?” I allowed my gaze to drift down to her cleavage, gorgeously framed by her low-cut sweater dress. “I’m thinking about you.”
Her cheeks flushed pink. She picked a piece of bacon off her plate and took a bite. “Eating breakfast got you all hot and bothered?”
I smiled, enjoying the flirty lilt in her voice. Twenty-four hours ago, I never would have imagined that we’d be talking to each other like this. I slid off my seat, circled the table, and sat down in the chair beside her, my breakfast all but forgotten.
“What if it does?” I asked, draping my arm on the back of her chair. “What if everything you do gets me hot and bothered?”
She squirmed in her chair. I wondered how many times she’d pressed her thighs together, seeking pressure and relief, while I remained unaware. I laid my hand on her bare thigh, sliding toward her center and drawing the hem of her dress up with me.
“What are you doing, Uncle Logan?” she asked playfully.
“Nothing. Just watching you eat.”
“You seem to like watching me do lots of things.” She took a sip of orange juice, watching me intently above her glass as I caressed the front of her panties. Her eyelashes fluttered. She spread her legs to grant me better access to her body, but I held back, continuing to tease her with just one finger. “I need more than that. Please…”
“You’ll get more when I’m ready to give it to you, and not a moment before.”
I pried her juice glass from her hand and set it on the table. She whimpered as I slid my finger beneath the elastic edge of her panties, teasing her folds with my knuckle. I loved how quickly she’d gotten over her shyness and how readily she welcomed pleasure.
Cupping the back of her neck, I pulled her in for a kiss that stole her breath. I slipped my tongue between her lips as I teased her slick folds. She gasped when I brushed my knuckles across her clit, but just barely.
“You want me to make you feel good, Hailee?” I growled.
She nodded. “Uh-huh.”
I kissed her roughly, sucking and biting her lips and tongue. She slid her palms up my chest and around my neck, threading her fingers through my hair. My cock throbbed, straining the front of my sweatpants as I cupped her heavy breast, circling her nipple with my thumb.
Hailee arched her back and pushed her chest toward my hand. A hunger that had nothing to do with breakfast swept over me. Hooking my arm around her middle, I hauled her up out of her chair and set her down on the long dining table, avoiding our plates and glassware. Her dark hair fanned out around her head as I gently eased her down onto the wood. Reaching under her dress, I grasped her skimpy panties and pulled them down her legs, letting them drop onto the hardwood naturally.
“Are you going to fuck me again?” she asked, the excitement in her voice making my mouth water.
“No.” I dragged my chair over and sat down in front of her. She yelped as I pulled her ass toward the edge of the table. “I’m going to taste this pretty pussy first.”
I glanced up at the ceiling, at the spot where I’d installed a hidden camera prior to her return home. If Graham was going to see this, I wanted him to know that I hadn’t forgotten what a joint effort this whole thing was.
“What’s wrong?” Hailee asked, having noticed my distraction.
I nodded to the spot on the ceiling.
“See that small black hole to the left of the light fixture? That’s a camera.”
“Wait, where is it?” She squinted. “No wonder I didn’t notice it before. It’s so tiny.”
“That’s by design. Now, I want you to keep looking at it. Let it capture every detail.”
“Whatever you say, Uncle Logan.” She contemplated the ceiling like she was trying to figure out how to seduce it. I nearly forgot why I was taking my sweet time with her when she tugged her neckline aside, baring her luscious breasts for the camera.