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Rey stilled, eyes growing wide as she whirled her head towards the door, her thighs squeezing reflexively. Holding her breath, she listened to the quiet house, clutching at her pillow as she waited for another creak. After several beats, she determined it was only the old, wood frames settling in for the night. Sighing, she relaxed her tense muscles, slowly rolling her hips as she kept her ear angled to the door leading out into the upstairs hall. 

She just needed to come and she’d finally be able to sleep. One, little orgasm. It really didn’t seem like asking for too much.

It was difficult to sleep in her own bed without getting herself off first, let alone a strange bed in a home that wasn’t hers. Okay, maybe strange was excessive, Uncle Ben’s guest room was rather nice. It was infinitely preferable to staying in her mom’s dated, pink and frilly bedroom whenever she stayed with Nanna Leia.

She hadn’t slept a wink last night though, too nervous to be overheard. As lovely as the room was, it also shared a wall with Uncle Ben’s room which was nothing short of mortifying. It became very clear that her usual routine couldn’t be disrupted without dire consequences. All she could hope was that Uncle Ben was a heavy sleeper. Rey really couldn’t consider the alternative.

Biting at her bottom lip to stifle her moan, she ground her pelvis with increasing pressure, tugging at her nipples through the thin cotton of her white camisole. With the pillow jammed between her thighs on its side, the thick seam of its case provided the slightest resistance as she dragged her pussy along its length. Her pale, blue panties clung to her swollen, slick cleft, bunching just right against her clit.

Her stuffies at home were better and Rey seriously regretted leaving her teddy behind, whose cold, shiny nose acted as an ideal target to rub against. The metal bed frame wheezed as she jerked harder, her palm slapping over her panting mouth, freezing. 

Christ, why was everything in Uncle Ben’s house so ancient and noisy? He just had to get himself a fixer-upper with floors that groaned under her weight and a whiny foundation that wouldn’t pipe the fuck down? He was such a man. A woman would have the sense to choose a house that wasn’t in a perpetual work-in-progress. At seventeen, Rey knew that much.

Rey reminded herself that even if he was an adult with a PhD and a mortgage to pay off, his prefrontal cortex still had at least three years of development left. 

Hesitantly, she rocked against the pillow again. It must have been louder in her mind--she was almost too nervous to come which was not helping. Closing her eyes, she exhaled a deep, calming, yoga breath. It was fine. Uncle Ben had gone to bed over an hour ago, surely he was asleep by now. 

Whimpering, she humped the pillow with renewed vigor, letting herself go in the push and pull, squeezing her breasts roughly as she ignored the squeaking bed. She felt sticky and so wet, her panties leaking arousal onto the pillowcase. She could smell the musky tang of her pussy, familiar when everything else around her was starkly foreign.

Pinching and twisting at the aroused points of her nipples, she slipped her pussy back and forth, back and forth, forgetting to muffle her next groan.

“Please,” she keened, riding her pillow like it was a bucking bull, “Oh, fuck…”

She was so close she could taste it, her skin thrumming with the building pressure.

The click of the doorknob turning didn’t register at first. The creak of the door gliding open was impossible to ignore though, as was the low, sultry voice, roughened with interrupted slumber.

“Rey, are you okay? I thought I heard--”

Her uncle stopped short when he was drawn to the sodden pillow jammed against her soaked panties. Rey stared back at him, equally stunned to be caught.

Uncle Ben blinked several times, trying to process what, exactly, he was looking at. Rey couldn't move, she couldn't breathe, her hands still clutching at her chest. She was a rabbit staring down a wolf, her tiny heart beating so fast it threatened to burst.

He didn’t apologize profusely (like any decent person would), he didn’t back out of the guest room to give her privacy, he didn’t do anything but stand there dumbly and stare. At this point, Rey would really appreciate it if the mattress sparked to life and snapped shut around her like a venus fly trap but…naturally, that doesn’t happen.

“Oh, baby, can’t you sleep?” he murmured, bare feet smacking on hardwood as he stalked closer.

Her eyes widened, a whimper cracking in her throat as she clenched her thighs around the pillow. What the hell was he doing? He was her uncle, he couldn’t look at her like that! Especially not after catching her masturbating!

“Uncle Ben?”

The bed dipped when he propped his knee on the edge, attracting her attention down his bulky, well-defined torso to the faded, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. She had seen him without a shirt before at the beach during family vacations, but this was different. It was oddly more intimate in his sweats despite revealing less than his bathing suit had.

“Answer my question,” he pried one of her wrists away to show her nipple poking at the thin fabric of her camisole.

She wrenched her hand back, her eyes flitting up and down his wide frame where he sat on the edge of her bed.

“No,” she whispered, glancing down at her lap in shame. “I can’t, not without…”

She tapered off, too embarrassed to say coming. She didn’t need to.

“You need to come first. Is that it, baby?”

Rey scrunched her nose at the pet name, her belly flipping over. Why was he calling her that? It made her feel weird. She didn’t like it. He wasn’t supposed to look at her like that, he was her uncle. It was wrong.

“Uncle Ben,” she protested, shaking her head as she worried at her bottom lip. “I don’t think--”

He shushed her gently, scooting further onto the bed to saddle up behind her, his thick, burly thighs pressing into the backs of hers, straddling the pillow with her.

“You need help, don’t you?” he crooned, massive palms grazing the tops of her thighs with fingers splayed, stirring the fine hairs above where she stopped shaving. He tipped her back towards him, forcing her to rest her weight fully in his lap.

“It’s okay,” he assured, his breath teasing along the shell of her ear, “let me take care of you.”

She could feel his dick trapped against her backside, thickening against her soft cheeks, growing more firm as he rocked them together, forcing her hips to glide forward, her drenched panties squelching as it dragged along the pillow’s length.

“Wait, no--”

“Shh, I’ve got you now.” 

Oh, god, she could feel his cock twitch with excitement, straining against his sweatpants. It was big. Huge. Nothing like what she had seen when some poor sap got pantsed by a senior on the first day of freshman year. Was this the difference between a boy and a man? Or was it just him?

His hands slipped from her thighs, drifting up her belly to slide under her hands where they covered her chest.

They were so large compared to her own, making her tits feel even tinier than they really were, but he hummed with dark appreciation, squeezing and tugging on the plush handfuls, eliciting a shuddering gasp from deep in her chest like she couldn’t quite get enough air into her lungs.

“We can’t do this,” she hiccuped, her vision blurring even as she humped her pillow under his tender guidance, her hips moving of their own volition.

“I’ve watched your mother ignore you and your needs for seventeen years,” he muttered, mouthing wetly along the side of her neck. “No one has ever taken care of you, Rey. Don’t you want that?”

She whimpered as he dragged his teeth along her thin, sensitive skin.

Rey didn’t want to think about the fact her mother had shipped her off for every summer break since she was five, or that Uncle Ben had noticed when no one else seemed to, not even Nana. He knew exactly how little her mother had wanted her.

“Don’t you want someone to care for you? Someone who will love and nurture you, who will make you feel good?”

She swallowed, unable to deny it. Rey yearned for all of those things, to be someone’s center of attention. She just never imagined Uncle Ben as that person. He sensed her hesitation, his hands softening their grip on her breasts, a delicate kiss landing on her shoulder. 

I shoot to kill, he’d laughed once while kicking her ass soundly at Mario Kart, taking her out with a perfectly aimed green turtle shell. She felt like she had been hit by another turtle shell, except instead of Princess Peach spiraling across the racetrack, it was her and she didn’t have a kart to act as a barrier between her and the asphalt.

“I know you’re scared, baby. Close your eyes and don’t think about anything else right now, okay? Let me help you feel better. You still need your cummies, right? So you can sleep? You must be so tired, baby, I can take care of it for you.”

She was so tired. And he was so warm around her, his skin heated from slumber, burning wherever it touched hers. Sniffling, she wondered if she had another option anyway. Surrendering, she let her eyes slip shut.

“There you go, that’s my good girl,” he purred.

Her pussy clenched greedily at the praise, apparently not bothered by the fact he was her uncle. Traitorous slut.

“That pillow isn’t quite enough, huh? You need something harder.” 

He grabbed her hips and jerked them more firmly onto his lap, yanking the pillow out from under them to toss it aside. Could he see the stain her wet rubbing had left behind? A muted squeak of distress escaped her, but Uncle Ben kissed along her shoulder, his prickly mustache and chin hairs tickling her skin. He dragged his nose along the crease behind her ear, her nerve endings sparking with light.

She kept her eyes closed as he maneuvered them to his pleasing, not sure she could handle meeting his gaze as he turned her to face him, her thighs stretched wide over his lap. His cock formed a ridge in his sweatpants and without him directing her, she ground along its length in curiosity. It wasn’t as thick as the pillow but the firmness offered more resistance as she rolled her hips.

Even better than that, Uncle Ben could rub back.

He chuckled lowly, “That’s what you needed, huh, baby?” 

She pressed her palms against his chest to steady herself, the lining in her panties clinging to her lower lips like a second skin. 

“Oh-- Ohh!” 

“That’s it,” he grunted, thrusting against her pussy like he could pierce through her panties to penetrate her. Heat flashed in her core at the thought.

Then he was kissing her lips, their teeth clacking as he devoured her, and Rey didn’t have it in her to fight it. His tongue delved into her with rough swipes. Uncle Ben kissed with his whole body, she mused in a daze as he sucked harshly on her bottom lip, making it swell.  

“Do you like that, baby?” he mumbled against her slack, gasping mouth, “Do you think you can come like this?”

“Yes,” she rasped through her panting breaths, “yes.”

She was so close already, tiny pulses tugging at the tether that kept her on earth, threatening to yank until the tension snapped and she was released into the sky to float about the clouds, where the stars shone brightest. She was a bobbing balloon on a string.

His thrusts grew more frantic, nearly unseating her from his lap if not for the giant paws groping the round curves of her backside, crushing her to his cock. She rode him with matching ferocity, burying her nose into the crook of his neck to smother her stuttered cries, broken by each bounce against his hardness. He smelled like man and slumber, a blend of clean bedsheets and cedarwood, and Rey relinquished each of her concerns with the slide of his dick against her drenched panties.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he hissed, fingertips digging into soft flesh with enough pressure to bruise. “That’s better, huh? You needed a big cock to rub up on.”

Guiding her movements, he angled her pelvis forward, grinding upward to nudge against her clit. His sweatpants were damp now too, her slippery wetness overflowing the thin cotton of her gusset to soak his groin. Whimpering, her clit throbbing, Rey nodded into his flushed chest, her arms curling around his waist, tiny hands grasping at his muscular back for purchase.

“--’s better than my teddy,” she confessed in a small voice, her eyes fluttering half-open to peek into his face.

Uncle Ben grimaced back at her, his brows drawn together in a fierce stare, his jaw tight with tension.

“Yeah?”

“Mmm,” she agreed, her vision growing hazy as she bucked desperately, mouthing into his kiss clumsily when he captured her lips again, swallowing her faint whines.

He growled back, the deep sound reverberating through his chest and burrowing into her, his pelvis jolting upwards again and again. She wondered if he would thrust the same way if he was inside her, her tight pussy squeezing around him. Her belly clenched as she imagined it, her little, untested hole sucking him in, taking every inch.

She sobbed into his lips, soaring skyward, her orgasm rippling through her with steady undulations. Another wave of moisture spilled from her, and she could fully feel the shape of his girth, his heat seeping through the sopping fabric. He fucked against her pussy with new desperation and realization slammed into her.

“Good girl,” he grunted, “so pretty, giving me your baby cummies.”

Oh, god, oh fuck, her Uncle was going to come. They couldn’t take this back. They couldn’t pretend this hadn’t happened. And she didn’t even fight him, not really.

Before she could process this certainty, though, he was adjusting her position again, flopping her onto the mattress belly-first and then yanking her up onto her knees, her pert bottom sticking out. She didn’t have the energy to glance back at him over her shoulder, the side of her face flat against her duvet as he spread her thighs to his satisfaction. Her pussy clenched in the cool air, her ruined panties sticking to her folds, and he tore them down her legs.

“Wha-- AH!”  

He cut her off with a resounding spank, the impact shooting up her spine, jiggling her tits as they hung from her chest, her nipples pulled into hard points. What followed was a rhythmic slap, slap, slap, slap, and it took several beats before it occurred to her that he was jerking himself off.

“Fuck, Rey, you have such a tiny, cute cunt.”

She sucked in a breath when she felt his blunt fingertip nudge against her entrance, piercing her open with the single digit. He was inside her, taking more than anyone before him.

“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, “just keep that warm for me.”

Rey could feel the heat of his body looming over her, so close to the aching, clenching hole he had filled with his finger. His dick would probably destroy her.

Uncle Ben moaned behind her, the violent smacks of his fist around his cock amplified, becoming frenzied as he cursed and seethed like a beast. He exploded with a shout, splattering the round cheek that bore his stinging handprint, tipped towards him. She stiffened at the warm slide of his cum dripping over its curve, his chest lowering to graze her back as he aimed his reddened, round tip between her thighs. 

The next hot spurt of his spend lapped at her inner thighs, most of it pooling into the sodden, open gusset of her panties. He sighed as he continued to stroke himself, filling the small boat of her panties with his cum, the light brush of his lips against the back of her skull a sweet juxtaposition of sensation.

Her thighs trembled as she struggled to keep herself upright, her orgasm thrumming through her bloodstream like melatonin. Uncle Ben shuddered with her, finishing at last, his finger dragging against her inner muscles as he retreated. He sucked it into his mouth with a slick pop but Rey was already blinking sleepily, unable to peer back at him to see how his expression changed as he tasted the flavor of her cunt. The crude word he had used made her feel squirmy. He gently tugged her panties back up to her waist, patting her cum-stuffed panties over her swollen folds and his spend felt warm and sticky, clinging to her lower lips.

“Look at my sleepy girl,” he chuckled, rubbing his fingers into her thoroughly ruined panties. She hummed, relief flooding her cramped limbs as he unfolded her carefully, lifting her without so much as blinking and pulling back her duvet.

“It’s okay, baby. I’ll tuck you in.”

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Rey woke leisurely to the muffled clatter of cooking in the kitchen below, blinking slowly as she took stock of herself, stretching her limbs and twinging at the sticky mess in her panties. Uncle Ben had made her come last night. Christ. She flopped onto her back, covering her face with both hands as she groaned.

She had liked it.  

Rey was a degenerate, wasn’t she? She didn’t really believe in heaven or hell but if either place was real, she didn’t think she was going anywhere with pearly gates and a choir of angels. She was already wondering about tonight and a traitorous spark of hope flared at the thought that he might tuck her in again, warm and sated. 

She jumped at the creak of her door opening, staring at her uncle in the doorway. He was wearing the same low-slung sweatpants and she could see an outline of where her arousal had dried into the worn, gray cotton, the distinct shape of his cock drawing her gaze. She almost didn’t notice the tray he was carrying until Uncle Ben cleared his throat.

“You’re already up,” he said, pointing out the obvious. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“You didn’t have work?”

Rey was pretty sure it was a Thursday. Uncle Ben shrugged, approaching with the breakfast tray.

“I have a lot of sick leave accrued.”

He set the tray on the nearby bedside table, laden with pancakes and sausage and sliced strawberries, and Rey’s chest expanded with warmth. He’d done this all for her. She felt as special as a princess. His princess.

Uncle Ben peeled back her duvet, sliding next to where she sat in bed, and without a moment of consideration or doubt, he tugged down his sweatpants and lifted her into his lap, leaning against the headboard to act as a cushion for her back. Rey shivered as his palms skimmed over her chest, grazing down her tense belly, overly conscious of his erection trapped between them.

She moaned when his fingertips stroked along her cleft, nudging her clit into a gentle circle. Humming, he shoved the ruined panties aside, stroking her without a barrier to dampen the sensation. She was messy from last night, melting around his finger at the slightest provocation and he thrust it inside. She buzzed with need as it withdrew just as quickly, clenching her teeth to contain her outcry.

Uncle Ben lifted her hips. Something blunt and scorching hot tapped against her pussy and Rey gasped, disbelief spilling down her spine. The round tip of his cock prodded her again, coated with her wetness as it budged inside her hole. His fingers clenched the soft flesh of her hips, crushing bruises into her skin to keep himself from slamming her down to the root.

Slowly, inch by inch, he lowered her onto his cock, letting her squirm and buck her way down his length until she was fully seated, so stuffed with him that she struggled to gasp a breath, her head lolling back.

Uncle Ben whispered sweet praise into her tousled hair, kissing her neck, her shoulders, the side of her jaw, but Rey heard none of it over the ringing in her ears. He didn’t thrust upward, just filling her completely as her pussy pulsed around him, testing his girth with uncertain throbs.

He sighed, his tense thighs relaxing beneath her as she grew accustomed to his thick intrusion, releasing her hips with apologetic, soothing strokes. 

“That’s my good girl. Sit there and keep my dick nice and warm, okay?”

Uncle Ben placed the breakfast tray in his lap, reaching around her to slice her sausage and pancakes, dousing both with syrup, just how she liked it. Even though he thought it was gross and had told her so before.

“I’ll take care of everything,” he promised.

And Rey knew he really meant everything, in every sense of the word.

💊 fin 💊