Incest Forbidden Glances at Nicki

[marcjstn]

I leaned into her, my chest pressing against her back, and my lips found the curve of her shoulder where the t-shirt had slipped down, exposing the bare, milky skin beneath. I kissed it—softly at first, then with more pressure, my mouth open, tasting the salt and warmth of her. She shivered, and I felt the tremor run through her entire body, from her shoulders down through her spine, straight into the ass that was pressed so firmly against my cock.

My hands were trembling. Both of them. The one on her breast, the one between her legs—they shook with the force of what I was feeling, the impossible reality of this moment. I'd dreamed of this. Masturbated to this. Imagined it a thousand ways in the dark of my bathroom, and none of those fantasies had prepared me for the overwhelming reality of her—her warmth, her softness, the way she was leaning into me now, trusting me, wanting me.

"I've wanted this," I whispered against her ear, my voice barely audible above the rumble of the bus. "Wanted you, Nicki. For so long. You have no idea."

She whimpered, and her hips shifted, pressing her ass harder against my cock. I was rock hard—painfully, achingly hard—and she had to feel it. There was no way she couldn't. The length of me was nestled in the cleft of her ass, and every bump in the road sent a jolt through both of us, grinding us together.

"You're so beautiful," I breathed, and my hand on her thigh slid higher, pushing beneath the skirt, fingers dragging over the smooth, bare skin. "Every time I see you, every time you call me Uncle, I think about this. About touching you. About making you feel good."

My fingers found the edge of her panties again, and this time I didn't hesitate. I hooked the fabric aside, and my fingertips met bare, wet flesh—hot and slick and impossibly soft. She was soaked. The lips of her cunt were swollen and slippery, and I traced along them, feeling the delicate folds, the way they parted for my fingers.

Then I pushed inside.

One finger, sliding deep into the wet, tight heat of her. She gasped—a sharp, broken sound—and her whole body tensed against mine. I felt her cunt clench around my finger, gripping it, pulling it deeper, and she pressed back against me, her ass grinding against my cock, her back arching.

"Uncle—" she breathed, and her voice was thick, trembling. "Oh God, Uncle—"

"Shh," I whispered, though the command was gentle. "Be quiet, baby. You have to be quiet."

I curled my finger inside her, pressing against the upper wall, and she bit down on her lip so hard I saw the skin go white. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her breathing was ragged, shallow, coming in short bursts through her nose.

My other hand was still on her breast, and I squeezed it, feeling the swollen weight of it, the nipple pressing hard and desperate against my palm. I rolled it between my fingers, tugging gently, and she whimpered again—a sound that went straight to my cock.

"I want to see these," I whispered, my mouth against her neck. "I want to see them, taste them. I've imagined it so many times—your nipples, Nicki. Pink and perfect. I knew they would be."

I added a second finger, and her cunt stretched around it, wet and tight and impossibly hot. She was dripping now—I could feel it on my fingers, on my palm, her arousal coating everything. I fucked her slowly with my fingers, sliding them in and out, feeling her hips buck to meet each thrust.

"You're so wet for me," I breathed. "So wet, and I've barely touched you. What would you do if I put my cock inside you? If I fucked you right here, right now, with all these people around?"

She moaned, and I clamped my hand over her mouth—gently, but firmly. Her lips were soft against my palm, and I felt her breath hot and fast on my skin.

"Quiet," I reminded her, and I felt her nod against my hand.

I pumped my fingers deeper, faster, and her hips bucked wildly against my hand, her ass grinding against my cock in a desperate rhythm. She was close—I could feel it in the way her cunt was clenching, the way her thighs were trembling, the way her breathing had gone shallow and erratic.

"Come for me," I whispered. "Come for your Uncle, Nicki. Let me feel it."

The bus swayed, and a passenger three rows ahead shifted in their seat, and none of it mattered. Nothing existed but the wet heat of her cunt around my fingers and the trembling of her body against mine.