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)
As she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her leggings, her gaze seemed to search for the camera. My hand paused on my erection. She turned away. This was getting ridiculous. The day’s events had shaken me harder than I cared to admit. I was looking for trouble where there wasn’t any.
Hailee drew her leggings down and off, taking her panties with them. This was new. She usually just slipped a hand into her panties, but tonight, I got to watch her glide two fingers up and down her slick, high-definition pussy.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, humping the air as she continued to pinch and tease her nipples. “Keep touching me there. Your hand feels so good.”
Holy fuck. I wasn’t used to hearing Hailee speak during masturbation. But her breathy voice sent a bolt of arousal like lightning straight to my cock.
Her breasts shuddered as she panted. She rubbed her clit with two fingers, closing her eyes and losing herself to her own pleasure. I was right there with her, stroking my swollen dick, but my gaze remained glued to my tablet screen.
“Please fuck me,” she whispered. “I want it so bad.”
I groaned as she thrust two fingers inside herself, grinding her clit against the heel of her hand.
“Fuck me just like that,” she said.
I tightened my grip, spurred on by her delicious dirty talk. I’d watched Hailee’s confidence grow over the years, with pride and admiration. Still, part of me was glad she never dated much in high school. It would have killed me to watch some boy put his undeserving hands and lips all over her. Now I had to wonder where she’d learned to talk like this. The thought of anyone besides her dad and I coaxing those naughty words from her sweet mouth made my blood simmer.
“I need your fat cock,” she said, her voice pleading. I imagined that she was talking to me, begging me to give her what she so desperately wanted.
My cock throbbed as I stoked myself faster, squeezing tighter. I was so close to coming, and I could tell that she was too by the way she bit her lower lip.
“Yes, God. Fuck me, Uncle Logan… Come into my room right now and fuck me.”
I nearly came all over my keyboard. My sanity didn’t stand a chance against my pleasure. Staring at the screen in shock, I let out a strangled groan as I shot off into my fist. The whole thing felt surreal. I’d almost convinced myself that I’d imagined the whole thing.
But then she opened her eyes and looked right at the camera.
“Please,” she said, her fingers buried deep inside her pussy. “Make…me…come!”
Her orgasm seemed to tear through her. She shuddered with the force of it, legs shaking and toes curling.
I was too stunned to move. Hailee knew about the hidden cameras, and she wasn’t horrified. She was turned-on, and she’d just performed for me, like my own personal cam girl. It was impossible, and yet the proof was there in full HD.
Switching to the live feed, I checked her room to find the lamp still on and Hailee still in bed, wide awake and staring at the ceiling. She appeared to be waiting for something.
Or someone.
“Are you waiting for me, sweetheart?” I whispered. My cock seemed to know the answer; after coating the inside of my fist, I was still somehow painfully hard.
But could I really fuck my brother’s daughter? Hailee wasn’t just some girl staying in my house. She was my niece. I’d taken her in and raised her like my own daughter. Touching her would change everything.
I put my tablet to sleep and then went into the ensuite bath to wash my hands and splash cold water on my face. There was only one acceptable course of action: pretend I hadn’t seen the footage. I’d crossed so many lines over the years, except one, and now Hailee was begging me to sprint across that sinful threshold and take her with me. And God help me, I wanted to do it. But God wasn’t answering. I was on my own with this one.
What should I do? I asked myself, already knowing the answer.
5
HAILEE
My bedroom door handle clicked softly. I held my breath. The wait had felt so long that I’d nearly given up on him visiting me. But now my uncle was standing in the doorway, looking at me with such intensity that I felt his gaze like a physical touch. There was no need to wonder whether he’d seen the footage, or if he’d heard me moan his name. He’d seen and heard everything, and he knew exactly what I wanted from him.
At the time, I was so nervous, I almost couldn’t bring myself to go through with it. But after a while, the dirty fantasy took on a life of its own. It was almost as if he were really there, in my bedroom, watching me. I couldn’t stand the thought of him being so close and yet so far away. I begged him to touch me, to fuck me, to make me understand why he’d go to such extreme efforts to observe me. Did he feel the same way about me as I felt about him? I knew as soon as I said his name that there’d be no going back. It was a risk I was willing to take.