Falling for My Dirty Uncle

A flash of light behind Mira catches my eye.

I look around the front yard and notice there are more than a few cameras, all here to capture the happy couple for the society pages. Only, they’re not capturing images of Carl and Carol, but rather Carol’s daughter and Carl’s half-brother.

Fucking hell. This isn’t good.

It’s also not good that my first instinct is to peel out of here with the one person I’m supposed to stay away from sitting beside me.

“You’re not exactly following your own advice,” Mira laughs, holding on to the passenger door as I quickly gain speed and make a sharp turn out of the driveway.

Even though I’m whipping in and out of Midtown traffic, I can’t help but notice Mira sitting mere inches from me. And she knows it.

She’s putting on a show for me, arching her back and running her hand down her collarbone towards her tits that are straining against her dress.

They’re not the only thing straining as I feel my dick come alive.

“So, what’s the story between you and your brother?” Mira says, clearly loving the way it takes me a moment to snap out of my horny ogling of her tits to register the question she just asked me.

“Half-brother,” I correct.

“Right,” she purrs, stroking her hand up and down my forearm.

“There’s no love lost between us,” I say, clearing my throat. “We might share the Westbrook name, but he’s the one who grew up with all the benefits of it. My mother was pushed to the side. I had to make my own way.”

“It looks like you’ve done well for yourself,” Mira says, switching from my arm to my thigh. It takes every ounce of willpower to not pull over and fuck her right here and now.

“I get by,” I say.

Mira catches my eye and teases me by slowly pulling up her dress, exposing two incredibly toned, tanned thighs and just the hint of lacy lingerie covering her cunt.

I wonder if that’s a piece from her company?

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” I say, even as I can’t help myself but place a hand on her thigh.

She moans in response.

“You have a lot to lose,” I say. “Your company has even more to lose.”

Mira practically melts into the back of the bucket seat as I continue to graze my hand up and down her thigh. Each time I come to the top, I tease her even more by flicking my pinky in the direction of her wet cunt. It’s not enough to satisfy either of us—just enough to make her breathe harder.

“What if I think that I have even more to gain?”

“This isn’t the beginning of some great love affair,” I snicker. “If that’s what you’re thinking…”

“I have no delusions as to what this is.”

“Good,” I say. “To be clear—I want to fuck you until you can’t stand. I want to wear out your cunt and have you beg for even more.”

“Mmmm,” Mira says through hooded eyes, thoroughly enjoying my fingers getting closer to her cunt with each stroke. “That was my plan, too. Except, I thought I’d suck your throbbing dick a few more times. At least.”

With that, she reaches over and cups my dick through my pants.

She shoots me a victorious smile when she confirms that, yes, all twelve of my inches are completely hard at the thought of either her pussy or her mouth wrapped around it.

“Where do you live? I’ll drop you off,” I say, trying to save both of us from our baser impulses, even though indulging in those impulses would prove v

ery satisfying for both of us.

“I’m ready to get off,” Mira whispers in my ear, “but I’m not ready to go home.”