Forbidden Cravings: Niece’s Insatiable Homecoming
That endless wait had my body screaming, every nerve lit up like a fuse ready to blow. I’d been holed up in their lakeside cabin for days, the air thick with pine and that musky hint of last summer’s rain-soaked wood. My fingers had danced over Aunt Clara’s secret stash of toys so many times, each buzz and thrust a poor substitute for what was coming. Uncle Ryan’s deep voice on those grainy video chats still echoed in my skull—his promises of that thick, veiny beast he’d unleash on me. Aunt Clara’s wicked laughs, her instructions to edge myself without cumming. God, I was a mess, 20 years old and dripping like a faucet at the thought.
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Chapter 1: Edge of Madness
I paced the creaky wooden floors, my full C-cups bouncing free under a tiny crop top, nipples hard as pebbles scraping the fabric. No bra, no panties—just these sheer yoga shorts clinging to my juicy ass and shaved mound. Dark curls cascaded down my back, still damp from the frantic shower where I’d nearly broken the rule. My pussy throbbed, slick and swollen, begging for relief. But Clara’s text burned in my phone: “Hold that greedy little cunt back, Mia. Ryan’s balls are heavy for you.”
Flashback to last night’s call hit me hard. There they were on screen, Clara’s voluptuous body—blonde waves, DDs spilling out—grinding on Ryan’s lap in some dingy motel. His rugged frame, salt-and-pepper buzz cut, those powerful arms from years hauling timber. “Show us, baby girl,” he’d growled, eyes devouring as I spread wide, plunging Aunt’s biggest vibe deep. The wet squelches filled my room, my moans mixing with their cheers. Clara fingered herself, whispering, “Imagine his fat cock splitting you instead.”
Now, tires crunched gravel outside around dusk, that rumble shooting straight to my core. Heart pounding, I flung open the cabin door. The cool mountain breeze kissed my skin, carrying their scent—sweat, road dust, arousal. Aunt Clara stepped out first, her curvy hips swaying in tight jeans, top unbuttoned low enough to tease those creamy tits. Uncle Ryan followed, hauling bags, his broad chest straining a flannel shirt, jeans bulging already.
“Mia, you little temptress,” Clara purred, pulling me into a hug that mashed our bodies. Her lips brushed my ear, hot breath: “Smell that? Your uncle’s been denied, cock leaking just for his naughty niece.”
Ryan dropped the bags, scooping me up like I weighed nothing. His stubble scraped my neck as he growled, “Fuck, you’ve grown even hotter.” His hands gripped my ass cheeks through the shorts, fingers dipping into the crease. I ground against his hardness, that nine-inch monster outlined perfectly. We stumbled inside, door slamming, the taste of their travel-salt on my tongue from quick pecks.
“Hit the hot tub first,” Ryan rumbled, voice gravelly with need. “Road’s got us filthy.” Clara winked, stripping her top right there, heavy breasts swinging free, pink nipples erect. I licked my lips, pulse racing as they headed to the deck. But she grabbed my wrist. “Join us, sweetie. Make him throb.”
Chapter 2: Bubbling Inferno 🔥
The hot tub steamed under twilight stars, jets churning water into frothy chaos mirroring my insides. I stripped slow, teasing, peeling off the crop top to let my tits bounce free—full, perky, begging attention. Shorts next, sliding down to reveal my glistening slit, lips puffy and parted. Ryan groaned from the tub, his cock half-hard already, rising like a submarine periscope, veined and angry purple at the tip.
I slipped in opposite him, water scalding my skin, bubbles tickling my thighs. Clara settled beside Ryan, her hand vanishing underwater. “Been dreaming of this tight niece pussy,” he said, eyes locked on me. I waded closer, the chlorine tang mixing with my arousal’s sweet musk. My foot brushed his shaft—hot, rigid steel under silky skin. He grabbed my ankle, pulling me onto his lap.
“Uncle Ryan… please,” I whimpered, grinding my bare cunt along his length. Water sloshed, his hands everywhere—squeezing my tits, pinching nipples till I yelped. Clara watched, fingering herself openly, moans low and throaty. “Suck him, Mia. Taste what’s yours.”
I dove under, bubbles exploding around me. Surfacing between his legs, I gripped that fat dick—thicker than my wrist, precum beading salty on my tongue. I slurped the head, hollowing cheeks, tongue swirling the slit. “Holy fuck, niece,” he grunted, hips bucking. Gagging slightly, I took half down, throat bulging, drool mixing with tub water. Clara leaned in, kissing me sloppy around his cock, our tongues dueling over the shaft.
She pushed me back, spreading my legs wide on the tub edge. “My turn to feast.” Her mouth attacked—tongue lashing my clit, lips sucking folds, fingers plunging knuckle-deep. I screamed, clutching Ryan’s cock, stroking furiously. The jets pounded my ass, vibrations syncing with her assault. Orgasm ripped through, juices flooding her mouth, thighs quaking in the heat.
“Not done,” Ryan snarled, lifting me like a ragdoll. He impaled me reverse cowgirl, that massive pole stretching my walls to burning limits. “Fuck! Uncle, you’re ruining my slutty hole!” I cried, bouncing hard, water splashing everywhere. Slaps of flesh, his balls smacking my ass—wet, rhythmic thunder. Clara fingered my clit, whispering filth: “Cum on Daddy’s cock, you incest whore.”
I shattered again, pussy clenching like a vice. He held back, growling, “Bedroom. Toys. Now.”
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Chapter 3: Toybox Taboo
We dripped trails to the master bedroom, air heavy with sex-stink—cum, sweat, pussy nectar. The king bed loomed, sheets crisp white, toybox cracked open like Pandora’s filth vault. Ryan flopped down, cock skyward, glistening with my cream. Clara shoved me prone, ass up. “Time to wreck that virgin-tight backdoor, Mia.”
She lubed a sleek anal plug—ribbed, buzzing beast—cold gel shocking my pucker. I moaned into the pillow, scent of fresh cotton mixing with her perfume. “Beg for it, niece slut,” she commanded.
“Please, Aunt Clara, fuck my ass! Stretch it for Uncle’s load!” It popped in, vibrations humming deep, prostate-milking waves. Ryan knelt front, feeding me cock—tasting my own tang on him. I bobbed sloppy, chin dripping, gagging symphonies.
Clara mounted my back, grinding her sopping gash on the plug base while strapping on a girthy harness dildo—eight inches of veined silicone. She yanked the plug free with a pop, my hole winking empty. Then thrust—slow, merciless, splitting me. “Oh god, it’s too big!” I wailed, but pushed back hungry.
Ryan flipped under me, missionary-style, slamming up into my cunt. Double stuffed—ass and pussy invaded, thin wall between feeling every ridge, every pulse. “Double-fucked by family… I’m your hole!” I babbled, orgasms chaining endless. Their grunts, slaps, the bedframe creaking like it might snap.
Clara came first, shuddering atop me, juices trickling down. Ryan pulled out, erupting ropes across my tits—hot, sticky lashes painting me. I scooped, sucked fingers clean, sharing cum-kisses with Aunt. We collapsed tangled, breaths ragged, but night was young.
Chapter 4: Lakeside Shadow Fuck
Midnight called us restless. Moonlight silvered the lake, lapping whispers against the dock. We snuck out naked, skin prickling cool air, pines sighing overhead. New scene, pure impulse—Ryan’s idea. “Fuck under stars, risk it all.”
On the dock planks, rough wood biting knees, I bent doggy. Waves rocked us gentle. Ryan mounted from rear, cock spearing pussy balls-deep. “Scream for the forest, wild girl.” His thrusts brutal, hips slamming, balls swinging heavy. Clara lay beneath, 69-style, tongue devouring my clit, my face buried in her drenched folds—tart, addictive nectar.
Distant truck lights flickered road—thrill spiked fear-lust. “What if hikers see? Family pounding like animals?” I gasped. “Let ’em watch,” Ryan laughed, spanking my ass red.
I came howling, echoing lake-wide. Clara flipped, scissoring me frantic—cunts grinding slick, clits fencing sparks. Ryan jerked over us, painting bellies white. We licked mutual clean, salty-moonlit mess, hearts thundering. Back inside, sticky and sated… almost.
But Clara had a twist—a double-ended dildo, thick as fist. We knelt ass-to-ass on the rug, feeding ends in. Rocking syncopated, moans harmonizing, Ryan fisted cocks himself watching. “Stretch those whore holes!” Orgasms synced, collapsing in heap.
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Chapter 5: Dawn Double Penetration 💋
Sun peeked rosy through curtains, birdsong mocking our debauch. I woke sandwiched—Ryan’s morning wood prodding my thigh, Clara’s tits soft against back. “Round whatever-this-is,” he murmured, voice sleep-husky.
Up on all fours, I presented both holes. Clara donned the strap-on anew, slicking with spit. Ryan lubed cock generous. “Ass or pussy first, Uncle?” I teased.
“Both, greedy bitch.” He took pussy, slow inching, stretching divine burn. Clara synced behind, dildo claiming ass. Full—stuffed beyond reason, rocking in unison. “Fuck, you’re splitting me apart!” Senses overload: cock-veins pulsing, dildo ridges scraping, their hands everywhere—hair-pulling, nipple-twisting.
Dialogue crude fireworks. “Pound your niece-cunt harder, Uncle!” “Take auntie’s fake dick up your shithole, slut!” Slurps, squelches, flesh-smacks filled room. Sweat-slick slides, tastes shared in three-way kisses—cum-residue, pussy dew.
Chain climaxes: mine first, squirting arcs soaking sheets. Clara followed, grinding frantic. Ryan last, flooding pussy depths—hot jets painting womb. He pulled free, excess drooling out; Clara scooped, fed me fingers. “Swallow family seed, baby.”
We lounged after, petting lazy. But hunger lingered. “Living room? Kitchen table next time?” Ryan grinned. Endless, this taboo blaze.
Chapter 6: Kitchen Counter Carnage 🔥
New dawn ritual brewing. Kitchen smelled coffee-rich, bacon sizzling we skipped for filth. Clara bent me over granite counter, cold stone shocking tits. Legs spread wide, ankles hooked stool rungs. Ryan face-fucked brutal, balls smacking chin, throat bulging obscene.
“Choke on uncle-meat, Mia!” Gags, tears streaming, mascara rivers. Clara raided toybox—rabbit vibe dual-action, buzzing assault on clit and G. Shoved deep pussy alongside fingers. “Fist incoming?” I mumbled around cock.
Yes. Her hand wormed in slow, knuckles grazing cervix. Stretched impossibly, pain-pleasure blur. Ryan erupted throat-direct—gulp after gulp, overflowing lips. Pulled out, strings connecting.
Clara fisted harder, vibe whirring. “Squirt for auntie!” I did—gush flooding floor, convulsions. She withdrew, licked clean. Ryan bent her next, ass-high. I strap-on revenge, pounding her while he reamed pussy. Threesome symphony crescendo.
Exhausted heaps on tile, laughing breathless. This homecoming? Just beginning. Cravings eternal, family bonds forged in cum and screams.
The lake whispered promises outside. More nights, more depravity. My body theirs—pussy, ass, mouth, soul. No end to the fire.
