Bad Uncle Too

4

We made it around the track one last time and then it was time to head back. I was dreading the ride home in the truck because my dick had stayed hard this whole time and there was no way she could miss it.

I had to pull my shirt from where I had it hanging from the back of my shorts and put it on to hide the hard on from hell. The shit was still protruding beneath my shirt and I had to use my hands to cover it up.

“That was fun uncle Cade, we should do this more often.” She planted her right foot on the dash, spreading her pussy open under those shorts. She smelt like sweat and woman and I gripped the steering wheel so that I didn’t grab her.

I have no idea what the fuck she was babbling on about on the ride. My only thought was to get back to the house and the privacy of my bathroom so I could jerk my shit to visions of her firm ass and over abundant tits.

It wasn’t that her tits were huge; it was the fact that on her tiny frame they stuck out making them look more desirable.

Out the side of my eye I caught her watching me for my reaction to her latest display. It occurred to me then that for the past few days she’s had me on the run.

Now that’s not how I would usually handle a situation like this, when a female was so obviously in heat, but this was different. For one she was a kid, and for another she was my buddy’s daughter.

Still, I wasn’t going through another day like today, no way no how. I asked myself again if she was just working her wiles on me and if so what the hell I should do so I didn’t spend the rest of the summer with blue balls.

I listened to her little girl voice drone on as a seed was planted in my head. There was only one way to get her to stop her shit. Maybe if I pretended to want what she was offering it would scare her little ass into behaving.

Yeah, that’s it. I bet if I gave in the next time she flaunted her ass in my face she’d run screaming. I made up my mind to try it and see. The next time she rubbed up against me, or any of the other shit she does to get my goat, I’ma put the moves on her.

With that thought settled in my head I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders. Why hadn’t I thought of this before? I relaxed enough to join her crazy ass teenage banter about some shit she’d seen on TV and the rest of the ride went without incident.

As soon as we got home I left her and headed for my room. I ran into the bathroom and locked the door. I hit the shower with cock in hand ready to throw down.

I lathered up good with the soap and got a nice pump going. I was in position, legs planted, head thrown back and visions of her sweet ass in those shorts playing through my head. Then came the knock at the door. What the fuck!

I was just starting to feel good. I was at the part in my head where I had her on her hands and knees with my cock leaking dick snot in her mouth.

“Uncle Cade I’m out of shampoo can I borrow yours?” I looked up to the ceiling and begged for peace. Then I looked down at my dick that was saying fuck this shit just give the little tease what she wants. But in the end common sense won out.

Stepping out of the stall I grabbed a towel, which did nothing to hide the twelve-inch bridge that strained beneath the material.

Opening the door partway, I passed her the bottle; taking in her petite form wrapped in a towel that I was sure was for drying your hands in.

Her ass as she walked away peeped out beneath the terry cloth and I bit my lip before slamming the door and going back to what I’d started.

Now I had new fodder for my perverted mind. Her ass under that towel and the way her breasts had plumped over the top as she held it in place.

I sprayed the walls and had to clean them before finishing my shower. I switched off the water feeling a little more relaxed now that my dick was back under control.

It struck me, as I got dressed that there was no way anyone could be that innocent. It’s as if the last few days have been part of some kind of dance that we were doing together, only I didn’t know the moves.