Raw Awakening: A Niece’s Forbidden Descent 🔥
Under the dim glow of a single bedside lamp in the sprawling lakeside cabin, Riley’s fingers trembled as she unpacked the last box from her suitcase. The air hung heavy with pine from the open window, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the lake breeze. She’d come here to housesit for her Aunt Lana and Uncle Derek—two weeks of solitude while they jetted off to some exotic cruise. At twenty-one, fresh out of college, she craved the isolation. Or so she thought.
That first night, boredom gnawed at her. She wandered the cabin’s master suite, her bare feet sinking into the plush rug that smelled of lavender detergent. A loose floorboard creaked underfoot, revealing a hidden latch. Curiosity pulled her down. Beneath lay a sleek black case, unlocked. Heart pounding, she flipped it open.
Vibrators of every size gleamed under the light—ribbed, veined, monstrous black ones thicker than her wrist. A strap-on harness coiled like a serpent. DVDs labeled with cryptic dates. Her breath hitched. This wasn’t some tame collection. This was raw hunger captured in silicone and plastic.
Chapter 1: The First Tremor 💋
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Shadows on the Screen
Riley’s pulse thrummed in her ears as she slotted the first disc into the player. The screen flickered to life. Aunt Lana—voluptuous at forty-two, her auburn hair cascading wild—knelt before Uncle Derek’s towering frame. His cock, a veined monster easily nine inches, pulsed in her grip. No prelims. Lana’s lips stretched wide, swallowing him to the hilt with a wet slurp that echoed through the speakers.
Riley’s thighs clenched. She’d only ever fumbled with boyfriends’ mediocre pricks. This was different—primal. She stripped, towel spread beneath her on the king-sized bed. The room smelled of aged wood and her own rising musk. Her fingers dipped into her slick folds, mirroring Lana’s bobs. When Derek groaned and flooded Lana’s throat, Riley shattered, juices soaking her hand. The taste of salt lingered on her lips as she licked clean.
Into the Abyss
She binged. Next disc: Lana riding Derek reverse cowgirl, her ass cheeks rippling with each slam. But the camera shifted—autonomous. A third figure emerged, faceless at first, cock rivaling Derek’s. Lana’s mouth worked both, eyes locked on the lens, inviting. Spit-roasted on the bed, she wailed as they pounded her from both ends. Cum ropes painted her tits, her tongue scooping every drop.
“Fuck, that’s raw,” Riley whispered, pinching her nipples raw. Her clit throbbed under furious circles. Orgasm two hit like a freight train, leaving her gasping, sweat-slicked skin cooling in the night air.
Another disc revealed neighbors—Kurt and Tessa, the couple from the cabin next door. Swingers in flannel by day. The four tangled in the living room: Derek balls-deep in Tessa’s shaved slit, Kurt railing Lana doggy. Then the twist—Lana lapping Derek’s load from Tessa’s creampied cunt while Kurt pegged her from behind. Riley’s virgin ass twitched at the sight. She came again, vision blurring.
Chapter 2: Toys of Torment
The Black Beast Awakens
Days blurred. Riley returned to her apartment mid-week for laundry, her pussy tender, chafed from relentless abuse. Back at the cabin, she craved more. The toy drawer yielded the big black dildo—ten inches of girthy menace. Lubed, it breached her inch by inch, stretching her walls to their limit. She watched Lana peg Derek, folding him double, his load splattering his own chin.
“God, Uncle Derek, I’d swallow that,” Riley moaned, thrusting the beast deep. The cabin’s mirrors captured her—pale skin flushed, blonde ponytail whipping. She edged for hours, denying release until stars burst behind her eyes.
The Saddle’s Thrall
Hidden under blankets: the sybian. Attachments galore—a nubby nub, a veined eight-incher. Riley mounted the monster dildo, her juices dripping onto the leather pad. The buzz started low, vibrating through her core, clit grinding against the textured hump. She cranked it higher—thrusting now, pistoning like a lover’s hips. Mirror view: her tits bouncing, face contorted in ecstasy.
“Fuck me raw, Derek! Kurt too—cover me!” she screamed, slamming down. Climax ripped through her, thighs quaking, the machine’s whine drowning her cries. That night, three rides left her boneless, the air thick with her scent.
Exhaustion forced a break. She showered, the hot water stinging her overused flesh, tasting soap on her lips. But sleep brought dreams of their bodies entwined, her joining the fray.
Chapter 3: Double Delights
Ass for the First Time
Recharged, Riley dove back. A DVD showed Lana double-penetrated: Derek in her cunt, Kurt’s wife Tessa—curvy brunette—strapping a girthy plug into Lana’s ass. Syncopated thrusts made Lana convulse, squirting arcs.
Riley lubed the slim anal probe—bulbous head popping past her ring with a burn that morphed to bliss. Prostate-like spot ignited. She added the pussy dildo, awkward at first. Genius struck: sybian with ass toy seated, sucking the pussy-slick shaft. Three holes filled, machine humming, she tasted her tang—earthy, addictive.
“Lana’s flavor… raw and filthy,” she gasped, humping wildly. The dresser mirror reflected depravity. A tiny red blink caught her eye. Camera. Panic surged, but pleasure overrode. She came thunderously, ass clenching the invader.
Flight or Surrender?
She scrambled—cleaned, hid, fled to her room. Heart hammering, the cabin’s silence mocked her. Security cams, they’d said—for safety. Had they watched her defile their bed? Moans naming them? Confront or deny?
Sleepless, she plotted the call. Meanwhile, a thousand miles away…
Derek’s phone buzzed with alerts. Pausing cruise drinks, he checked. Riley, naked, riding their sybian, crying their names. He showed Lana. Her eyes darkened with lust, hand slipping into Derek’s shorts, stroking his thickening length.
“Our niece… so raw, wanting us.” Lana purred, dropping to knees, throat-fucking him to eruption. They binged footage nightly, fucking like teens—Lana creaming on Derek’s cock, fantasizing Riley’s tongue.
Chapter 4: The Reckoning Call 🔥
Liquid Courage
Morning light filtered through pines. Riley downed whiskey—burn sliding down, loosening knots. Texted: Free to call? Their reply: Evening, boat time difference.
She paced, vapor rub scent mixing with booze. 5 PM her time, buzzed enough. Phone rang at 8—Lana’s voice syrupy.
“Riley, darling! All good?”
“Aunt Lana… I fucked up.”
Lana played coy, drawing confessions. Toys. Videos. Machine. Lana laughed throaty. “Found my black stallion? Mirrors Derek’s pride.”
Riley blushed, cunt wetting anew. “You knew?”
“Alerts ping us. Watched you sometimes—kinky remote fun. You’re stunning, honey. No shame.”
Confessions Ignite
“But I… named you. Wanted in.”
Silence, then Lana’s whisper: “We watched. Jerked to it. Derek came buckets thinking of your tight heat. I fingered myself picturing your mouth.”
Riley’s fingers delved instinctively, squelching. “Really?”
“Come clean: try that ass toy yet?”
“Yes—double stuffed, sucking myself off you.”
Derek’s voice cut in, gravelly. “Good girl. Craving my raw cock yet?”
They FaceTimed. Lana’s bikini top strained over heavy breasts, Derek’s bulge evident. “Touch yourself,” Lana commanded. Riley obeyed, screen showing her spread. They mirrored—Derek’s hand a blur, Lana’s fingers plunging.
“Cum for family,” Derek growled. Riley exploded, screen splattered.
Chapter 5: Homecoming Inferno
The Drive North
They cut cruise short, arriving midnight three days hence. Riley prepped: sybian mounted, toys arrayed, herself oiled, naked but for thigh-highs.
Door creaked. Lana first—curves poured into sundress, kissing Riley deep, tongues warring, tasting coconut rum. Derek loomed, shedding clothes, cock springing free—nine veined inches, precum beading.
“Our slutty niece,” he rumbled, palming her ass.
Sybian Shared
Lana straddled the machine first, Riley sucking her clit as it thrust. Derek fed Riley his length—salty foreskin, musky balls slapping chin. Kurt and Tessa arrived unannounced—neighbors’ cabin swap intel.
Orgy erupted. Tessa pegged Riley’s ass—burn exquisite—while Lana ate her out. Derek claimed Riley’s cunt, stretching virgin-tight walls. “Take Uncle’s raw dick!” he grunted, bottoming out.
Kurt throat-fucked her, Tessa grinding pussy on face. Switched: Riley pegged Derek, his ass gripping like velvet vice, jacking his spurting hose onto his chest. She lapped it—bitter cream sliding down.
Cum swaps, daisy chains. Sybian whirred nonstop—Lana squirting on it, Riley double-penetrated by machine and Derek. Scents overwhelmed: sweat, jizz, pussy nectar. Slaps echoed, moans a cacophony. Tastes mingled—everyone’s essence shared in sloppy kisses.
Chapter 6: Eternal Cravings 💋
Afterglow Bonds
Dawn pinked the lake. Bodies tangled, sticky, spent. Riley nestled between Lana’s soft tits and Derek’s firm chest, ass sore, cunt gaping, throat raw. Tenderness followed fury—Lana’s fingers combing blonde locks, Derek kissing knuckles.
“Knew you’d fit,” Lana murmured. Guilt flickered—faded under love’s weight. This was family, redefined.
New Horizons
Nights blurred into rituals. Riley moved in part-time. New toys arrived—fisting mitts, electro-stim. Neighbors hosted public cabin bashes—masked, anonymous cocks filling every hole.
One evening, Riley rode Derek raw, Lana scissoring beneath, Kurt’s cum fresh from Tessa dripping onto them. “More,” she begged. They delivered—ropes painting skin, swallowed greedily.
The cabin, once silent, pulsed with their symphony. Riley’s world, forever altered, throbbed with unending, filthy bliss. No regrets. Only hunger. Raw, insatiable.
The lake whispered approval as another orgasm crested, binding them eternal.
