Falling for My Dirty Uncle

I laugh, unable to control it.

They’re so fucking dramatic. It’s nothing they haven’t seen before—or have done. Well, hopefully.

The devious woman before me immediately jumps up to her feet and wipes her mouth. Her cheeks grow as crimson as her lips, and she fumbles around to straighten her dress and hair.

“Do you not knock around here?” I ask Carl while I put my dick back in my pants and zip it up.

“To our—my—bedroom?” he yells at me.

He’s furious, and I’m not sure what for. Yes, this doesn’t look great, and I probably shouldn’t be getting fucked in the bedroom that’s made up for his wedding night, but to me, it was fucking worth it.

And to be honest, knowing that I shouldn’t be here made it more fun.

“This our room, and if you can’t tell, it was for our wedding night,” Carol says through soft sobs.

She turns into Carl’s chest, still holding her hands over her face.

“Oh, calm down, Carol. It’s just a fucking bed. I’m sure you’ve fucked in it before.”

She cries out louder, continuing the theatrics. It’s ridiculous.

I finish buttoning my shirt and find my jacket on the floor between the mouth expert and myself.

Mira watches me intensely and wraps her arms around her waist, almost shivering from her nerves.

“I’m so sorry,” she says, sounding genuinely remorseful.

She’s a great actor, and I’m actually impressed. Though she might truly be apologetic and if so, she shouldn’t be. She has nothing to feel bad about—she should be proud.

“Don’t be. Don’t apologize for having fun.”

I wink at her while eyeing her up and down.

She might be humiliated or nervous as fuck, but she still looks fucking amazing.

“Do you even know each other?” Carl says, moving away from Carol and closer to me.

“We just met actually. Impressive, right?”

I can see her out of the corner my eye squeeze herself more, and she moves away from me.

“This isn’t something I do often. Or ever, actually. I got caught up in the moment,” she admits to each of them.

What does that mean?

According to my calculations, her and that mouth are very experienced. She’s a fucking expert, and that tongue of hers proves it. And I know it was more than a moment that brought her to her knees.

“It’s disgusting,” Carol spits out at her, and I almost go to her, like Carl did to Carol, feeling oddly protective.

“What we did was anything but disgusting, Carol. You should try it sometime. Carl might give you another diamond for it.” I wink at her and smile at Carl. “You’re welcome in advance.”

“Don’t talk to my wife like that, Owen. Watch yourself.”

He goes over to Carol and holds her again. It’s almost pathetic how much he babies her. She’s a grown ass woman; she’ll be fine.

“Mira, do you know who he is?” Carol asks again, this time more pointed and stern.

“No, Mom. I just met him, like he said.”