Falling for My Dirty Uncle

“Well, they were from a vending machine. I felt like I had to get them for the novelty, you know?’ he explains.

“I think I can understand the temptation. If there was a vending machine with boxers in front of me, I just might buy them,” I say, now staring his physique up and down.

He falls silent, studying me. He watches my eyes travel, my lips twitch slightly, my cheeks tense and relax, and every other little movement my face can do. He’s searching for something.

He wants to know how much bark I have versus bite. I can sense it on him. He wants me just as badly as I want him, but he can’t admit it to me.

“I think it’s best we head off to bed, Mira. It’s getting awfully late, don’t you think?” he says, yawning and stretching.

“I am getting a little tired, I think,” I admit. “Where’s the bed?”

“Well, I don’t have a guest bedroom that’s really available right now, so you can actually just take the c—”

“Right side? Great. That’s where I sleep in my own bed, too. I’ll be perfectly comfortable,” I say, cutting him off.

“In bed? With me? You’re sleeping in my room?” Owen asks, a little caught off-guard.

“Yeah, why not? Is it really necessary to force someone onto the couch when it’s clearly not as comfortable? And besides, it’s one night.”

“I-I suppose,” he answers again, nervously. “Well, follow me.”

I walk with him through the house and to his room. He sleeps on a king-size bed, with a very soft, deep red comforter and metal bedposts that look like a really fun bondage tool.

As I walk over to my side, I start tugging at my dress, getting ready to pull it down. Owen stops me.

“What are you doing?” he says, alarmed.

“Getting ready for bed?” I respond. “I sleep naked.”

I can practically see his boner trying to escape his pants right now. But he’s fighting me. And he’s fighting hard.

“I’d be a lot more comfortable if you kept your clothes on,” he says.

“But it’s warm,” I argue. I think for just a moment while giving him a chance to change his mind. “Here, I’ll compromise. I’ll keep my panties on.”

“Sure,” he replies, happy to negotiate.

He goes into his closet and grabs one of his white undershirts and throws it over to me. I catch it and pull it over my head as lady-like as possible and slither out of my dress with the shirt covering me.

I keep my promise, dressing in a shirt with panties still on. But I feel a little sense of victory knowing that this white fabric barely hides the effect he has on my nipples.

But to my disappointment, his eyes avoid me, and he stays fully clothed in a pair of sweats and a similar white shirt.

We crawl into bed, and I slither under the blankets.

Let?

??s see if he can avoid me now.

Chapter 9

Owen

My throbbing cock has the worst timing that it could possibly have.

Right now, seeing Mira in such a peaceful and perfect state, I should be thinking, Awe, what a perfect step-niece.

But instead, my head is filled with visions of all the ways I could ravish her.