I walked home from college after cheerleading practice, the late afternoon sun sinking low behind me. Shadows stretched long across the pavement, and I felt every step in my aching legs from all the stunts and routines we’d practiced. My ponytail swayed with each step, and my cheerleading uniform clung to me, the pleated skirt brushing against my thighs with every move. The tight top hugged my curves just enough that I noticed a group of guys leaning on their car, their eyes following me as I passed. I kept walking, ignoring them like I always did. By now, I was used to the attention. All I could think about was getting home and kicking off my sneakers.
When I opened the front door, the sound of loud laughter and slurred voices hit me right away. I stopped in the hallway, my nose crinkling at the mix of whiskey and Dad’s cigars hanging in the air.
“There she is!” Dad called out from the living room. His voice was rough, already heavy with alcohol. I stepped into the doorway and saw him sprawled on the couch, his tie hanging loose and his shirt half undone. He raised his glass, whiskey sloshing dangerously close to spilling. “My baby girl! Come on in, have a drink with us!”
I stood there, my cheer bag slipping off my shoulder as I took in the scene. He wasn’t alone. Uncle Tommy sat in Dad’s favorite armchair, leaning back with one leg draped lazily over the other. His shirt was untucked, and his glass of whiskey was almost empty. He swirled the drink slowly, watching me with a grin that made my skin prickle. His eyes drifted down to my skirt, lingering for a moment before meeting mine.
“Hey, kiddo,” he said, his voice smooth but a little too friendly. “Don’t just stand there like a stranger. Come join the party! Your old man’s got a promotion to celebrate. That calls for a toast, doesn’t it?” His grin widened, his tone teasing. “Besides, you look all dressed up already.”
I gave a tight, awkward smile and stayed rooted to the spot. I hated when he called me “kiddo.” I wasn’t a little girl anymore. I’d just turned 18, and the word made me feel like a child in pigtails instead of a college student. I shifted on my feet, suddenly feeling overly aware of my uniform—the snug top, the low neckline, and the way my skirt flared just enough to skim the tops of my thighs.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said, trying to sound lighthearted but firm. I set my cheer bag down by the door and crossed my arms, partly to cover myself and partly to make a point. “I’ve got homework to do, and you guys seem to be having enough fun without me.”
“Aw, come on,” Dad said, waving me toward him with his drink. His hand was shaky, and a few drops spilled onto the carpet. “One drink won’t kill you! You’re a college girl now, right? Time to loosen up a little!”
Uncle Tommy leaned back in the chair, tipping his head to the side as he sipped his whiskey. His grin was sly, and his tone had that teasing edge that always made me uncomfortable. “Don’t be a buzzkill, kiddo,” he said. “What’s the point of being all grown up if you can’t enjoy yourself? Sit down, relax. We don’t bite.” He patted the arm of the couch next to him, his eyes flicking toward the empty space.
I hesitated, looking back at Dad, who was grinning like a fool. His eyes sparkled with pride, probably thinking this was the best night of his life. I didn’t really want to get pulled into their little drinking party, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood, either. Dad was happy, and that didn’t happen all that often.
“Okay, okay,” I said finally, letting out a small sigh. I hoped it sounded casual, not as reluctant as I felt. I stepped into the room, brushing my hair off my shoulder as I went. “But just one for Dad, okay? That’s it.”
“That’s my girl!” Dad said, raising his glass again like he was already toasting me. “Tommy, pour her something good!”
Uncle Tommy smirked, reaching for the whiskey bottle on the table. He poured a small amount into a clean glass, swirling it a bit before holding it out to me. “Here you go,” he said with a wink. “Don’t worry, it’s the good stuff. Smooth as silk.”
I took the glass carefully, the smell of whiskey hitting me hard as I held it. It was sharp and smoky, not exactly pleasant. I sat down on the edge of the armchair across from Uncle Tommy, keeping a little distance between us. I raised the glass half-heartedly and said, “To Dad’s promotion,” before taking a tiny sip. The whiskey burned going down, and I winced, coughing a little.
Dad laughed, clinking his glass against mine even though I didn’t raise it again. “That’s my girl! You’ll get used to it. It’s an acquired taste.”
“Yeah, it just takes practice,” Uncle Tommy added, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. “We’ll make sure you get the hang of it.”
The one drink turned to many, later that night we was all laughing and the thing with booze it sends me hyper and giddy. I was sat between dad and Uncle Tommy on the couch as Tommy poured me another.
“Are you trying to get me drunk Uncle Tommy,” I said smirking as I hiccupped.
Uncle Tommy chuckled, leaning back against the couch, his grin widening as he raised his glass in mock surrender. “Me? Get you drunk? Kiddo, you’re doing just fine on your own,” he teased, his tone light but with that same edge that always made me unsure how to take him.
Dad laughed loudly next to me, slinging an arm over my shoulder. The sudden weight made me sway slightly, and I giggled, feeling my ponytail brush against his arm. “That’s my girl!” he said again, his words slurred but warm. “See, Tommy? She’s a natural. Didn’t think she had it in her, but look at her now!”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes but unable to stop smiling. The whiskey had me warm all over, and my head felt like it was floating just above my shoulders. “But seriously,” I said, looking at Uncle Tommy and pointing a finger at him, “if I start dancing on the table, it’s your fault.”
“Dance all you like Kelly, honest go ahead,” he grinned, raising his glass in mock encouragement. “Just don’t expect me to join you. My dancing days are long behind me.”
Dad let out a loud laugh, squeezing my shoulder again. “Oh, come on, Tommy! Don’t let her show you up. I seem to remember you tearing it up at my wedding reception!”
I giggled, shaking my head. “Okay, first of all, no one’s dancing. And second, you both sound way too confident about something that’s never gonna happen,” I said, hiccupping mid-sentence, which only made me laugh harder.
The whiskey was doing its job, sending a warm, bubbly sensation coursing through me, loosening every edge of my usually tightly held composure. I leaned back against the couch, letting my legs stretch out in front of me. My skirt rode up slightly, and I tugged it back down without really thinking, still laughing at whatever nonsense Dad was saying now.
Uncle Tommy, who’d been quiet for a beat, glanced my way and smirked again. “You’re a lot more fun when you’re not all serious, you know that, kiddo?”
I wrinkled my nose at the word but couldn’t really argue. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” I said, raising my empty glass as if to prove a point. “This is a one-time thing. Tomorrow, I’m back to books and early mornings and pretending this never happened.”
Dad groaned dramatically, his arm flopping off my shoulder and onto the couch. “Oh, you’re no fun! Just one night, Kel. Let loose a little. You deserve it.”
I gave him a look, the kind I always used when he was being over the top. “Dad, I think I’ve loosened up enough for one night.”
Uncle Tommy topped my glass up again, his grin playful as he handed it back to me. “Come on, just one more sip,” he said, his tone smooth and teasing. “A toast to letting loose for once. Then you can go back to being Miss Responsible tomorrow.”
“I am so drunk,” I giggled like a school girl. “This is your fault Uncle Tommy.”
Uncle Tommy laughed, his grin widening as he leaned back into the couch. “My fault? I don’t think so, kiddo,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re the one who keeps saying yes every time I pour. Can’t blame me for being a good host.”
I hiccupped, clutching the glass as I slouched a little further into the couch. The room felt warm, almost too warm, like the heat of the whiskey had soaked into the walls. “Oh, please,” I teased, wagging a finger in his direction. “You’ve been egging me on all night. Admit it!”
Dad let out another loud laugh, leaning his head back on the couch and raising his glass in the air. “She’s got you there, Tommy,” he said, slurring his words slightly. “You’ve been trying to outdrink my little girl all night—and she’s kicking your ass!”
“That’s right!” I said, lifting my nearly empty glass in triumph. “Who’s the lightweight now, huh?”
Uncle Tommy smirked, shaking his head as he tipped the last of his whiskey into his mouth. “You’re trouble,” he said, pointing at me with his empty glass. “Pure trouble. Your dad’s gonna regret turning you into a whiskey drinker.”
“Hey!” I protested, laughing. “Don’t put this on me. I didn’t even want to drink tonight! You two dragged me into this.”
Dad snorted, his arm flopping lazily against my shoulder. “Dragged you into it, my ass,” he said, grinning. “You’re having a blast. Admit it, Kel.”
I hesitated for a second, then let out a sigh that turned into a giggle. “Okay, fine,” I admitted, leaning back and letting my head rest against the cushion as my skirt rode up slightly. “It’s been…kinda fun. But don’t think this means I’m doing it again. One night only, got it?”
Uncle Tommy raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin still plastered on his face. “Alright, alright,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “One night only. But if you ever change your mind, you know where to find us.”
Dad let out a loud snore, his head tilted back on the couch. I glanced at him and laughed, shaking my head. “Looks like he’s already tapped out,” I said, pointing toward him.
Uncle Tommy looked over, chuckling. “Lightweight,” he muttered under his breath. “I think your dad’s earned it, though. Big day for him.”
“Yeah, I guess,” I said, letting out a small sigh. My head was buzzing, and everything felt a little softer, a little slower. I stretched my arms above my head, the hem of my skirt shifting slightly again, and I quickly tugged it back down, feeling the leather of the couch stick to the back of my legs.
“Well,” I said, standing up carefully, wobbling just a little as I found my balance. “I think I’m gonna head to bed. You’ve got my dad to keep you company now, so…good luck with that.”
Uncle Tommy smirked, leaning back in his chair as he watched me gather my things. “You sure you’re okay to make it up the stairs, kiddo?”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t keep the smile off my face. “I’m not that drunk,” I said, pointing a finger at him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice you pouring me heavier glasses than you gave yourself.”
“Hey, I was just being a generous host,” he said with a wink.
As I got up to go to bed I giggled as I fell back onto the couch.
I tried to stand again, but the floor seemed to tilt slightly beneath me, and I fell back onto the couch with a fit of giggles. “Okay, maybe I’m a little drunk,” I admitted, holding up my hands in defeat. The warmth from the whiskey, combined with the comfortable haze settling over me, made it hard to stop laughing at myself.
Uncle Tommy chuckled, his grin widening as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “You think?” he teased, his tone light. “Looks like you might need a little help after all, kiddo.”
I waved him off, still laughing as I leaned back against the cushions. “No, no, I’ve got this,” I said, trying to sound convincing even though I was still giggling like a fool. “Just…give me a second to get my balance.”
Dad let out a soft snore, completely oblivious to everything now. I glanced over at him and rolled my eyes with a fond smile. “He’s out for the count,” I said, shaking my head. “Typical. He could sleep through an earthquake, nothing would wake him.”
“Yeah, lightweight for sure,” Uncle Tommy agreed, his voice full of amusement. “Guess that leaves me to make sure you don’t fall flat on your face on the way to bed.”
I gave him a mock glare. “I don’t need a babysitter,” I said, though the effect was probably ruined by the way I hiccupped halfway through the sentence.
Uncle Tommy raised his hands in mock surrender, his grin playful. “Alright, alright,” he said. “But if you end up sleeping on the stairs, don’t say I didn’t offer to help.”
“Oh really, so nothing can wake him,” Uncle Tommy said with a smirk on his face. “Come on let’s get you to bed before you fall.”
I laughed, shaking my head as I pushed myself upright again, wobbling slightly but managing to stay on my feet this time. “Alright, fine,” I said, holding up a hand. “You can play hero and help me to bed. But only because I don’t feel like sleeping on the stairs tonight. You are such a prince don’t know what I would do without you.”
As he was helping me with his arm around me and resting on my ribcage for support as we walked towards the stars as I hiccupped and laughed.
“Just be steady with your hand I am watching you,” I said as I stumbled.
Uncle Tommy laughed softly, the sound low and amused. “Oh, don’t worry, kiddo,” he said, his tone teasing but steady as he kept a firm grip on my side to help me balance his hand too close to under my chest. “I’ve got you. Just don’t go accusing me of anything later when you’re still drunk tomorrow.”
I hiccupped again, giggling as we moved toward the stairs, my feet feeling heavier than usual. “You better not! I’m trusting you here,” I said, wagging a finger at him and almost stumbling in the process.
“Trusting me?” He chuckled again, shaking his head as he helped guide me. “You’ve got a funny way of showing it.”
The warmth of his hand on my side and the light pressure kept me steady as we reached the stairs. I leaned heavily on the banister with one hand and on him with the other. The whiskey buzz was still swirling through my head, making everything feel a little too soft, a little too surreal.
“Okay, here we go,” I said, taking a cautious step upward. My foot wobbled slightly, but Uncle Tommy steadied me, his grip firm but not too tight. “See? I’m totally fine.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, his tone amused as he stayed close, ready to catch me if I slipped. “You’ve got the coordination of a newborn deer right now, but sure, you’re fine.”
I burst out laughing, almost tripping again as I hiccupped through the giggles. “Hey! That’s rude,” I said, swatting at him lightly. “I’m way more graceful than a deer. Maybe, like…a gazelle or something.”
He grinned, shaking his head. “Sure you are. A gazelle who’s had too much to drink.”
We made it halfway up the stairs, and I paused, leaning against the banister for a moment to catch my breath. “This is harder than it looks,” I admitted, laughing softly. “Stairs shouldn’t be this hard.”
“That’s what happens when you let your old man and your favorite uncle pour you drink after drink,” he said, raising an eyebrow at me.
“You’re not my favorite uncle,” I teased, sticking out my tongue at him. “You’re just the one who’s here right now.”
“Ouch,” he said, pretending to look hurt. “That’s cold, kiddo. After all the help I’ve given you tonight.”
“Fine, fine,” I said, rolling my eyes dramatically as I started climbing again, one wobbly step at a time. “You’re maybe my favourite. Don’t let it go to your head.”
By the time we reached the top of the stairs, I felt like I’d just completed a marathon. I leaned against the wall outside my bedroom door, turning to him with a tired but amused grin. “See? I told you I didn’t need a babysitter.”
“Yeah, sure,” he said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. “You totally did that on your own.”
“Whatever,” I said, laughing softly as I opened my door. “Thanks for the assist, Tommy. You’re not so bad…for a lightweight.”
“Lightweight?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. “Alright, kiddo, get some sleep before you start picking fights you can’t win.”
I turn to look at him, “I always win.”
Uncle Tommy smirked, leaning against the wall as he crossed his arms. “Oh, do you now?” he said, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm. “I’d love to see what that looks like tomorrow when you’re nursing the world’s worst hangover.”
I giggled, leaning my weight against the doorframe as I hiccupped again. “Hangovers are for quitters,” I teased, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “And I’m not a quitter. You’ll see. I’ll be fine, like, totally fine.”
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Sure, kiddo. You keep telling yourself that. Just don’t call me tomorrow when you’re curled up on the couch, begging for water and aspirin.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, the teasing glint in my gaze growing sharper. “I won’t need to. Because I’m not gonna have a hangover. And even if I did, I wouldn’t call you for help. You’d probably just laugh at me.”
“Probably,” he admitted with a shrug, his smirk widening. “But only because you’re so damn confident right now. It’s funny watching you pretend you’ve got it all together when you can barely stand up straight.”
“Excuse you,” I said, straightening up as much as I could and planting my hands on my hips. “I do have it all together. I’m just…taking my time getting to bed, that’s all.”
“Taking your time, huh?” His grin didn’t falter as he pushed off the wall, standing a little straighter, the way he looked me up and down sent a chill through me. “Well, don’t let me stop you, champ. Go on, show me how perfectly you can make it into that room without tripping over your own feet.”
I laughed softly, shaking my head as I turned to push my door open, steadying myself against the frame. “Oh, ye of little faith,” I teased, glancing over my shoulder at Uncle Tommy. “Watch and learn, okay? I’ve got this.”
“Sure you do,” he said, his grin teasing but patient, arms still crossed as he leaned casually against the wall.
Soon as I left the door frame I started stumbling every where and fell into him giggling.
Uncle Tommy caught me with a laugh, his hands gripping my shoulders to steady me as I hiccupped through a fit of giggles. “Watch and learn, huh?” he said, his voice full of amusement. “Real smooth, kiddo. Real smooth.”
I leaned against him for a second, my laughter bubbling uncontrollably. “Okay, maybe I’m not as graceful as I thought,” I admitted, brushing my hair out of my face as I tried to pull myself together. I may be drunk but I have been noticing how he’s been looking at me all night. “But, hey, at least I didn’t fall on my face. That’s gotta count for something, right?”
Uncle Tommy grinned down at me, his hands still on my shoulders to steady me. His expression was amused but unreadable, his voice carrying that teasing edge again. “Sure, it counts for something,” he said lightly, letting his gaze linger for a beat before stepping back slightly. “Just don’t push your luck. You’re walking a fine line between graceful and disaster.”
I laughed softly, trying to steady myself, but I couldn’t help noticing the way his eyes flicked over me briefly, just enough to make me feel warm—and not from the whiskey. “You’ve been judging my balance all night,” I said, trying to sound playful but feeling a little bolder than I usually would. “What about you, huh? I bet you’d be tripping over your own feet if you had as much as I did.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “Oh, is that a challenge, kiddo?” His smirk deepened, and he crossed his arms again, leaning casually against the doorframe as if he had all the time in the world. “Because I’ve been pouring your drinks lighter than mine all night. I’ve got years of practice, remember?”
I rolled my eyes, feeling a hiccup escape as I leaned against the wall for support. “You’re so full of it, Tommy. You just don’t want to admit you couldn’t keep up with me.”
“Couldn’t keep up with you?” He laughed, the sound low and warm, and for a moment, his gaze softened. “Alright, kiddo. If that’s what you need to tell yourself to feel better, go ahead. But let’s get you inside before you start making bets you can’t win.”
I smirked, brushing my hair back again as I straightened up a little more, still holding onto the wall for support. “You keep saying that like I don’t win all the time,” I teased, feeling bold enough to step just a little closer, even if my steps weren’t entirely steady. “You’re underestimating me, Tommy.”
His eyes flicked to mine, and for a split second, his smirk faltered, replaced by something I couldn’t quite place. “Maybe I am,” he said after a pause, his tone quieter but still laced with humour. “But you’ve had enough excitement for one night. Get to bed before you prove me right.”
I laughed again, letting his words settle in as I took one careful step toward my room, wobbling only slightly. “Fine,” I said, glancing over my shoulder at him as I pushed the door open. “But don’t think I didn’t notice you’ve been watching me all night. You’re just afraid I’ll catch you slipping up.”
He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he straightened up. “Go to bed, kiddo,” he said, his voice more firm this time, though the teasing glint in his eyes hadn’t completely disappeared. “Before you start saying things or doing something you’ll regret in the morning.”
I laughed, the sound light and carefree, as I leaned against the doorframe and gave him a mock glare. “Regret? Me? Please,” I said, brushing off his comment with a wave of my hand. “I’m perfectly capable of handling myself.” The way I hiccupped right after didn’t do much to back up my confidence, but at this point, I was too tipsy to care.
“Oh really now,” he smirked. “Anyone would think you are wanting me here as we been here chatting for awhile. Thought you was going to bed little miss bad drunk girl.”
I raised an eyebrow at Uncle Tommy, his words catching me off guard but making me laugh softly. “Bad drunk girl?” I repeated, leaning heavily against the doorframe. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m not causing trouble or anything. You’re the one who keeps hanging around.”
He shrugged, that smirk still playing on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re just making it awfully hard to leave,” he teased, his tone light but carrying that same playful edge. “You keep stumbling, giggling, and proving you can’t make it two steps without falling over. Feels like someone’s gotta stick around and make sure you don’t break something.”
I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “Oh, please,” I said, waving him off as I steadied myself against the door. “I’ve got this. You’re the one who keeps finding excuses to stay. Admit it, you just enjoy watching me make a fool of myself. Be truthful, you been staring at me all night.”
“I…” he couldn’t find the words.
Uncle Tommy blinked, clearly caught off guard by my boldness. His smirk faltered for the briefest second, and I could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to come up with a response. “Staring at you?” he repeated, chuckling softly as if to deflect the question. “You’ve got a wild imagination, kiddo.”
I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes at him playfully. The whiskey buzz made me braver than usual, and I wasn’t about to let him off the hook that easily. “Oh, come on,” I teased, crossing my arms and leaning against the doorframe for support. “You’re telling me you haven’t been sneaking looks all night? Don’t try to deny it. I’ve noticed.”
His smirk returned, but there was something different in his expression now—a flicker of uncertainty, maybe even guilt. “You’re drunk,” he said, his tone still playful but noticeably more cautious. “You’re imagining things.”
I laughed, the sound light and bubbly as I shook my head. “Nice try,” I said, wagging a finger at him. “But I’m not that drunk, Tommy. And I’m definitely not imagining the way you’ve been looking at me. You’re terrible at hiding it.”
He shifted his weight slightly, leaning against the wall again as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ve got some nerve, kiddo,” he said, his voice low and measured, though there was still a trace of humor in it. “Throwing accusations around like that. Maybe it’s the whiskey talking.”
“Maybe,” I admitted with a shrug, a playful grin still tugging at my lips. “But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” I took a step closer, wobbling slightly but managing to stay upright. “So, what is it? You think I wouldn’t notice? Or did you just not care?”
His eyes flicked to mine, and for a moment, the teasing façade slipped. There was something else there—something he wasn’t saying. He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head as if trying to dismiss whatever thoughts were running through his mind. “You should get some sleep,” he said finally, his tone quieter but firm. “Before you say something you’ll regret in the morning.”
I raised an eyebrow, refusing to back down. “Who says I’ll regret it?” I challenged, my voice softer now but no less bold. “Maybe I’m just calling it like I see it.”
Uncle Tommy’s jaw tightened slightly, and he ran a hand through his hair, clearly torn between responding and walking away. “You’re impossible,” he muttered under his breath, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Go to bed, kiddo.”
“No I won’t, and stop calling me kiddo for fuck sake,” I shouted.
Uncle Tommy raised his hands in mock surrender, his expression shifting to a mix of surprise and amusement. “Alright, alright,” he said in a low voice, glancing down the hallway toward where Dad was snoring on the couch. “Keep it down, Kelly. Last thing we need is your old man waking up and thinking I’ve been picking a fight with his precious baby girl.”
I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms again as I leaned heavily against the doorframe. “I’m not a baby,” I said, my voice quieter now but still filled with drunken indignation. “I just… I hate when you call me that. It’s like you’re talking to a little kid, and I’m not. I’m 18. I’m in college. I’m—”
“Drunk off your ass,” he finished for me, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips again. “And making a hell of a lot of noise for someone who’s supposed to be heading to bed.”
I glared at him, though the heat of my whiskey-fueled frustration was quickly melting into laughter again. “You’re such an ass,” I muttered, unable to stop the giggle that bubbled up despite my best efforts.
“Like I said, nothing will wake him up, nothing,” the way I said it he looked at me different. “What.”
Uncle Tommy’s smirk faltered for just a second as his eyes narrowed, studying me. His head tilted slightly to the side, like he was trying to figure out what exactly I was getting at. “What do you mean, ‘nothing will wake him up’?” he asked, his voice quieter now, a little less teasing, a little more cautious.
I shrugged, leaning against the doorframe again and brushing a strand of hair from my face, trying to look casual but knowing I probably wasn’t pulling it off. “I mean… Dad’s passed out cold. He could sleep through an earthquake. You know that,” I said, my tone airy, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Nothing wakes him up when he’s like this. Not noise, not yelling, not—”
“Not what?” Tommy cut in, his voice sharper than before. He straightened up, his arms uncrossing as he took a step closer. There was something in his expression now that I couldn’t quite read—a mix of curiosity, uncertainty, and… something else.
I blinked, realizing too late that I’d said just a little too much. The whiskey had loosened my tongue, and I was teetering dangerously close to saying something stupid—something I couldn’t take back. “Not… anything,” I mumbled, quickly looking away and waving a hand dismissively. “I’m just saying he’s out for the count, okay? No big deal.”
Tommy didn’t look convinced. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on me like he was waiting for me to elaborate. “You’re acting weird, kiddo,” he said finally, his tone soft but probing. “What are you trying to say?”
I shook my head, laughing nervously and trying to steer the conversation back to something lighter. “Nothing! You’re overthinking it,” I said, my voice a little too loud, a little too eager. “Seriously, Tommy. You’re making it a thing, and it’s not a thing. I’m just drunk and rambling, okay? Forget I said anything.”
But he didn’t look like he was buying it. His eyes stayed locked on mine, and I could feel the weight of his stare, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle I hadn’t meant to give him. “Kelly,” he said slowly, his voice dropping an octave, “you’re not making much sense right now. If there’s something on your mind, you might as well just say it.”
“Just use your imagination what I am thinking,” I sighed as I stumbled a little.
Uncle Tommy’s expression darkened slightly, his teasing smirk gone now. His arms fell to his sides, and he watched me carefully, like he wasn’t sure if I was joking or if the whiskey was making me spill something real. “My imagination, huh? I need to get you in bed,” he said, his voice quieter, more serious now, he knew exactly what I meant.
“Haha I bet you do, and don’t say you haven’t thought about it,” I stumbled again while I laughed.
“Kelly!” Uncle Tommy’s voice came out sharp, and his hands caught me again as I stumbled forward, my laughter spilling out uncontrollably. His grip on my shoulders was firm, steadying me as I swayed. “Alright, that’s enough,” he said, his tone a mix of frustration and something softer, maybe concern. “You’re drunk out of your mind, and you’re talking nonsense.”
“Am I?” I teased, leaning heavily against him as I looked up, a mischievous grin tugging at my lips. “Or am I just finally being honest? Hmmm, Tommy?” I hiccupped and giggled again, my words slurring just a little. The whiskey had me floating, and any filter I might’ve had earlier was long gone. “You’re not as smooth as you think, you know. I’ve seen the way you look at me.”
He sighed, “not this shit again.”
Uncle Tommy groaned softly, shaking his head as he steadied me, his grip firm but careful. “Kelly, come on,” he said, his tone low and tired, like he was trying to keep his patience intact. “We’re not doing this. Not tonight.”
I grinned, tilting my head up at him, swaying just enough to make him hold me a little tighter. “Not tonight? What does that mean, huh? You saving it for another time?” I teased, the whiskey giving my voice that extra edge of boldness. “You always dodge the question, Tommy. Afraid to admit I’m right?”
He let out a sharp breath through his nose, his jaw tightening as he carefully guided me back to the wall, leaning me against it like I was a wobbly lamp about to topple over. “You’re drunk,” he said, his voice clipped. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I snorted, folding my arms across my chest as I leaned back against the wall. “You keep saying that like it’s an excuse,” I shot back, my grin never fading. “But let’s be real, Tommy. Drunk or not, I see everything. I’m not stupid.”
“Nobody said you’re stupid,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair as he avoided my gaze. “But you’re sure as hell acting like it right now.”
I gasped in mock offense, slapping a hand to my chest as I swayed slightly. “Wow, way to insult a lady,” I said, my voice dripping with fake indignation. “And here I thought you were a gentleman, Uncle Tommy.”
“Kelly…” His voice had that warning tone again, low and steady, like he was trying not to lose his cool. But I wasn’t done. Not yet.
“You didn’t answer me,” I pressed, leaning forward a little, just enough to catch his eye. “You can’t pretend you haven’t looked. I mean, come on, it’s not like I don’t notice things. You’re not that sneaky.”
His eyes snapped to mine then, a flash of something—anger? Frustration? Embarrassment?—crossing his face before he quickly masked it. “You’ve had too much to drink,” he said again, his voice firmer this time as he straightened up. “Go to bed, Kelly. Now.”
I grinned wider, enjoying the way I was getting under his skin. “You’re really bad at this whole denial thing, you know that?” I teased, tilting my head as I studied him. “If you want me to stop talking, maybe you should try being a little less obvious next time.”
“Kelly,” he said sharply, his tone brooking no argument this time. “Enough.”
“Whatever, I guess you are just not a real man anyway,” I said testing his patience, why wouldn’t he be truthful.
Uncle Tommy’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, his eyes flickered with something sharp—annoyance, maybe frustration. He crossed his arms, leaning back slightly like he was putting up a wall between us. “Kelly,” he said slowly, his tone low and edged with warning, “you don’t want to start something you can’t finish. Go to bed.”
I smirked, my head tilting as I leaned a little closer, fueled by the buzz of whiskey and the thrill of pushing his buttons. “What, too scared to admit I hit a nerve?” I teased, my voice dripping with mock innocence. “It’s okay, Tommy. Not everyone can handle a little honesty.”
He ran a hand over his face, clearly trying to keep his cool. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, his tone laced with exasperation. “You’re drunk, you’re talking out of your ass, and you need to sleep it off.”
“Wow,” I said, feigning hurt as I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe. “Such a charmer. No wonder you’re everyone’s favourite uncle.” My grin widened as I caught the flicker of irritation in his expression. “But you’re dodging again, Tommy. Typical.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “I’m not dodging anything. I’m trying to save you from embarrassing yourself.”
“Embarrassing myself?” I scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “That’s rich, coming from the guy who can’t even look me in the eye right now. What are you so scared of?”
His eyes snapped to mine, and for a brief moment, something intense passed between us—something I couldn’t quite pin down. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower. “You really want to play this game, Kelly?” he asked, his tone quiet but firm. “Because I’m telling you right now, you don’t.”
The air between us shifted, the playful banter suddenly feeling heavier. For a second, I hesitated, caught off guard by the seriousness in his gaze. But then the whiskey buzz kicked back in, and I couldn’t resist the urge to push just a little further.
“Maybe I do,” I said, my voice soft but defiant as I stepped closer, my grin still teasing. “Maybe I’m not as scared as you think I am.”
He let out a low, humourless chuckle, shaking his head as he straightened up. “You’re drunk,” he said again, his voice quieter now but still steady. “Go to bed, Kelly. Before you say something you really will regret.”
“Make me,” I folded my arms tightly across my chest. “Go on MAKE me.”
Uncle Tommy’s eyes narrowed, his patience clearly hanging by a thread. He stood up straighter, towering just enough to make his presence feel heavier. “Kelly,” he said, his voice low and firm, “you don’t want to test me right now. Trust me.”
I grinned, feeling bold and reckless. The whiskey was making me fearless, and his serious tone only egged me on. “Oh, I definitely do,” I teased, leaning closer with a playful smirk. “Come on, Uncle Tommy, show me what you’ve got. Make me go to bed. Bet you can’t.”
He stared at me for a long moment, his jaw clenching as his hand ran through his hair in frustration. I could tell he was trying to keep his cool, but I wasn’t making it easy. Finally, he let out a sharp breath, shaking his head as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“You are such a brat,” he muttered, his tone half amused, half exasperated.
“And you’re so bad at following through,” I shot back, raising an eyebrow. “All bark, no bite. Admit it, Tommy, you can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.”
His eyes flicked to mine, and I saw a spark of something there—challenge, maybe. He crossed his arms, his voice dropping to a softer, more controlled tone that made the hairs on my arms prickle. “Oh, I could make you, alright,” he said, his words slow and deliberate. “But I’m trying to be the reasonable one here. You’re just too drunk to see it.”
I laughed, brushing his words off with a wave of my hand. “Reasonable? That’s just code for scared. Admit it, you’re scared of me, Tommy. You know you can’t handle me.”
He took a step closer, closing the space between us so quickly that it caught me off guard. I leaned back slightly, my back pressing against the wall as he looked down at me, his expression unreadable. “You think I’m scared of you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper now, but it sent a shiver through me anyway. “You’re out of your mind, Kelly.”
“Maybe,” I said with a shrug, my grin unwavering despite the sudden shift in the air between us. “But at least I’m honest about it. You, on the other hand…” I trailed off, letting the words hang there, daring him to respond.
“Fine, I have been looking at you,” he sighed and looked down at the floor.
Uncle Tommy’s admission hit me like a gust of wind, knocking the smirk clean off my face. I blinked, caught completely off guard. My heart skipped a beat, a mixture of triumph and something I couldn’t quite name swirling in my chest. The air between us grew heavier, the teasing banter dissolving into something far more charged.
He rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to meet my eyes. “There. You happy now?” His voice was low, almost resigned, like he’d just given up on pretending otherwise. “You pushed, Kelly. You wanted to hear it, so there it is.”
I swallowed hard, the boldness I’d been riding on suddenly feeling a little too real. But the whiskey buzz wouldn’t let me back down. Instead, I leaned against the wall, tilting my head as I studied him. “Took you long enough,” I said, my voice soft but tinged with a playful edge.
His eyes snapped to mine, and for the first time that night, there was no teasing, no smirk—just raw honesty staring back at me. “Yeah, well, maybe I shouldn’t have,” he muttered, shaking his head. “But you don’t know when to quit, do you? Can you blame me, I am a guy after all, and when your wear that then…”
“Then what?” I cut in, raising an eyebrow and tilting my head at him, my voice sharper now but still teasing. My heart was pounding, though, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the whiskey or what he was trying to say. “Go on, Tommy. Finish your sentence.”
His jaw tightened, and he let out a frustrated breath, shaking his head as he glanced away. “Never mind,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Forget it.”
I wasn’t going to let him off that easy. The whiskey in my system made sure of that. I pushed off the wall, closing the small distance between us as I leaned just close enough to make him uncomfortable. “Oh, no. You don’t get to start something like that and not finish it,” I said, my voice low and teasing. “What were you going to say, Tommy? When I wear what? This?”
I motioned to my cheerleading uniform, my skirt brushing against my thighs as I shifted my weight. His eyes flickered to it for a second—just a second—before snapping back up to my face. There it was again, that flash of guilt, like he was caught between wanting to look and knowing he shouldn’t.
“You know exactly what I mean,” he said finally, his voice quiet but firm. His eyes locked on mine, his expression unreadable now, though his tone carried a warning I wasn’t sure I wanted to heed. “Don’t play dumb, Kelly.”
I laughed softly, crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned back against the wall again. “Oh, I’m not playing dumb,” I said, my voice lilting with mock innocence. “I just want to hear you say it. Come on, Tommy. Be honest. You started this, remember?”
“You’re impossible,” he muttered, shaking his head again. But there was something else in his expression now, something like resignation mixed with frustration. He stepped closer, his presence suddenly filling the space between us, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.
“Fine,” he said, his voice low and measured. “You want honesty, Kelly? You look…good, okay? You always look good, and you know it. That uniform just makes it harder to ignore.” He paused, his gaze softening for a moment before hardening again. “There. Happy now?”
My cheeks flushed, and I felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the whiskey spread through me. I wasn’t expecting him to actually say it. Not like that. I swallowed hard, the teasing grin on my lips faltering for just a moment before I managed to recover.
“Wow, Tommy,” I said, my voice softer now but still carrying a playful edge. “Was that so hard? or the question is, is something else. I am playing with yeah haha.”
“Are we going to stand outside your door all night,” he sighed, his voice filled with both frustration and an attempt at deflection. “Or are you going to finally get some sleep like a good girl?” His smirk returned, faint but visible, as if he were trying to regain the upper hand in our little back-and-forth.
“Good girl?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow and letting a laugh bubble out. “Now you’re just trying to wind me up, aren’t you, Tommy?” I took a step back, crossing my arms and leaning against my doorframe with a playful grin. “Because we both know I’m anything but a ‘good girl’ right now.”
He chuckled low, shaking his head. “You said it, not me,” he replied, though there was a flicker of something deeper in his expression—something he tried to hide by averting his gaze. “And yes, we’ve been standing here way too long. Get inside, Kelly. Enough is enough.”
“You’re changing the subject again,” I teased, pointing a finger at him and taking a wobbly step forward, closing the space between us again. “You’re really bad at staying on topic, you know that? You just admitted I’m hard to ignore, and now you’re acting like it never happened.”
“Kelly,” he said, his voice firmer now but not unkind. His hands came up as if to emphasize a point, though he didn’t actually touch me. “We’ve both had enough drinks for one night. You’ve got your answer. Let’s not make this more complicated than it needs to be, alright?”
“Complicated?” I scoffed, tilting my head at him with a mock-serious expression. “It’s only complicated because you keep making it that way. I’m just saying, if you’re gonna be honest, maybe don’t stop halfway through.” My tone was playful, but the whiskey in my veins made my words come out bolder than I intended. “Unless you’re scared again.”
His jaw tightened, and I could see the conflict written all over his face. He wanted to say something, I could tell, but he was holding himself back—trying to be the responsible one, as always. It was almost funny, in a way, how hard he was trying not to let this conversation go any further. Almost.
“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, shaking his head and stepping back, putting just enough distance between us that I felt the shift in the air. “You’re drunk, Kelly. And I’m not doing this with you tonight.”
“Not tonight?” I repeated, mimicking his earlier words with a teasing grin. “That’s the second time you’ve said that. What does it even mean? Are you saying there’s a chance you’d ‘do this’ another night?”
“That’s not what I’m saying,” he replied quickly, his tone sharp but not angry. He ran a hand over his face, clearly exasperated. “I’m saying this conversation needs to end now. You’re drunk, I’m tired, and your dad is passed out downstairs. Just…go to bed, alright?”
“But I don’t want to go to bed, well not on my own,” I said as I stumbled forward as he caught me and standing me up.
Uncle Tommy let out a sharp breath, his hands steadying me as I swayed slightly. “Kelly,” he said, his tone low and firm, his eyes locking onto mine for a moment before he quickly glanced away. “You’re pushing it.”
I tilted my head, my grin playful as I leaned closer. The warmth of the whiskey still coursed through me, making me bolder than I would’ve been otherwise. “Am I?” I teased, brushing my hair back and looking up at him with a smirk. “Or are you just too scared to get close.”
His eyes flicked briefly to mine, then away, like he was searching for the right response—or maybe just a way out. “Scared to get close?” he repeated, his voice low but edged with something I couldn’t quite place. “Kelly, trust me I ain’t scared.”
“Prove it,” I said, the words slipping out before I could even think about them. My voice was soft, almost a whisper, but it carried a boldness that felt heavier than the playful teasing from before. I didn’t even know what I was asking him to prove, not really—but the whiskey had me riding a wave of reckless confidence that I couldn’t stop.
Uncle Tommy’s eyes locked on mine, and for a second, the air between us felt still, like the world had paused, waiting for what came next. His jaw clenched, and I could see the battle playing out behind his eyes—the hesitation, the frustration, the restraint he was clinging to so tightly.
“Kelly,” he said slowly, his voice lower than I’d ever heard it, steady but laced with warning. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Don’t I?” I tilted my head, watching him closely, my heart pounding in my chest. The playful edge in my tone was gone now, replaced by something softer, more uncertain. But I didn’t back down. “Maybe I do, Tommy. Maybe I’ve known all along.”
His breath hitched, just barely, and his hands fell from my shoulders as he took a small step back, shaking his head like he was trying to clear his thoughts. “You’re drunk,” he said again, but the words sounded weaker this time, like even he didn’t believe them. “And you’re not thinking straight.”
I let out a soft laugh, brushing my hair behind my ear as I leaned against the doorframe, trying to steady myself. “You keep saying that like it’s an excuse,” I murmured, my voice quiet now, almost contemplative. “But what if it’s not? What if I mean every word?”
He stared at me, his expression unreadable, and for the first time that night, the teasing, the deflection—it was all gone. What was left in his gaze made my stomach flip, though I couldn’t tell if it was from the thrill of pushing boundaries or the weight of whatever this was turning into.
“Kelly,” he said finally, his voice almost too soft, like he was afraid to say my name too loudly. “You don’t understand how close you are to crossing a line you can’t come back from.”
“Maybe I don’t want to come back,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. The words hung there between us, heavy and loaded with meaning I wasn’t sure I fully understood myself. But I meant them. Or at least, in that moment, I thought I did.
He ran a hand over his face, letting out a sharp breath as he looked away, breaking the tension for a split second. “You’re impossible,” he muttered under his breath, his tone a mix of frustration and something I couldn’t quite place—something softer, almost resigned.
“Maybe,” I admitted with a small shrug, feeling a smile tug at my lips despite the weight of the moment. “But you’re still here, aren’t you?”
That made him pause, his hand stilling mid-motion as he looked back at me, his expression unreadable once again. “Yeah,” he said after a beat, his voice low and measured. “I’m still here. But don’t push me, Kelly.”
The challenge in his words sparked something in me—something reckless, something bold. I took a small step forward, my heart hammering in my chest as I tilted my head to meet his gaze. “What if I want to push?” I asked, my voice soft but steady. “What if I want to see how far you’ll let me go? I am not going in my room alone tonight, I always get my own way. I know you want to fuck me, the way you…”
“I get it I been staring at you, can we stop talking about it,” I noticed his pants tent up when I asked him to fuck me. I pulled up my skirt showing my pink laced panties and rubbed myself to tease him.
I grabbed his hand and put it between my legs making his hand rub my mound through the fabric. “Shit Kelly, I so want to.”
“Then pick me up and take me to bed and fuck the shit outta me big boy,” I said as I tipsily walked a bit nearer to him. I grabbed his crotch and squeezed it, “you wanna ram this in my cheerleader pussy don’t you. DON’T you.”
He grunted and picked me up and went into my room and shut the door behind him. He threw me on the bed and started to strip me off. “You asked for it Kelly, but I can be rough. Damn look at your sexy body.”
Uncle Tommy’s hands moved quickly, tugging at my skirt and pulling it up over my hips. I wiggled to help him, giggling as the fabric caught on my thighs for a moment before finally giving way. He tossed it aside, his eyes raking over me as he took in the sight of me sprawled on the bed in nothing but my cheerleading top and panties.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “You’re gonna be trouble.”
I grinned up at him from where I lay on the mattress, propping myself up on one elbow as I watched him strip off his own clothes with hurried movements. “Maybe,” I teased playfully. “But you love it when girls are trouble.”
He raised an eyebrow at that but didn’t argue otherwise—just continued undressing until he stood there completely naked before me.
My eyes widened slightly at the sight of him—all toned muscles and tanned skin—and for a moment all teasing comments fled from mind.
“Wow,” was all I managed to say softly as heat rushed through me seeing how big is cock was hanging between us ready to fuck.
“Gotta love a guy that takes charge,” I told him with a wink sliding one finger under the panties between my legs skimming over my clit before pulling them aside while pushing two fingers deep within myself moaning loudly.
My other hand cupping one of my breasts and holding eye contact with him unable to look away at these firm tits popping up almost out of their smaller halter top. Legs spread wide showing full pussy now dripping down ready for his huge package as I started fingering myself faster.
“You go right ahead big boy however much trouble you want and tell me how bad YOUR dirty girl is.” I said as I started inserting 3 fingers into my tight box juices across fingertips.
Uncle Tommy’s eyes darkened with lust as he watched me finger myself. He growled lowly and grabbed my wrist stopping me from fingering my pussy any further. “My turn Kelly, I didn’t get naked for nothing,” he said gruffly as he got on the bed and between my legs.
He pulled my panties down completely and tossed them aside. His hands gripped my thighs firmly as he pushed them apart, exposing me fully to his hungry gaze. “Fuck,” he muttered again under his breath, shaking his head as if in disbelief at what was about to happen.
I bit my lip, watching him with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness fluttering in my stomach. This was really happening—me and Uncle Tommy—and the reality of it sent a shiver through me.
He didn’t waste any time once he had me spread open for him. His head dipped between my legs before I could even blink twice, his mouth latching onto my pussy like a man starved for its taste.
“Oh God!” I cried out, tangling one hand in his hair as he worked me with skilled licks and sucks. My hips bucked against his face instinctively, seeking more pressure where it felt best. From sucking on my labia to eating the inside of my twat nice and slowly.
Uncle Tommy growled against me in response to my eager reactions—whether from approval or encouragement, it only spurred him on further to eat me out like he was starving for every drop of juice leaking from between my thighs.
Uncle Tommy didn’t hold back. He feasted on my pussy like a man possessed, his tongue lapping up every drop of moisture and plunging deep into my tight hole over and over again. My thighs quivered around his head as I writhed underneath him, moaning incoherently.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped out between panting breaths as the pleasure built higher within me with each stroke of his tongue against my swollen clit.
Uncle Tommy’s head bobbed between my thighs as he devoured my pussy with reckless abandon. His tongue dipped into my tight hole and swirled around before sliding up to flick against the sensitive bundle of nerves that made me gasp sharply.
“Oh God, Mmm eat me out, do I taste nice,” I moaned loudly, arching off the bed as his mouth worked wonders on me. My hands fisted in his hair, holding him close to where I needed him most.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. Uncle Tommy’s mouth on me, his tongue working my pussy like he knew exactly what I needed—what I’d been craving without even realizing it until now.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped out between panting breaths as the pleasure built higher within me with each stroke of his tongue against my swollen clit. “Yes! Right there!”
His head bobbed between my thighs as he devoured me with reckless abandon. His hands gripped tightly onto the backs of my legs, holding them open and pinning them down to keep me from squirming too much.
He got up and shuffled between my legs and rest his hard cock on my hairless mound. “You ready for this cock Kelly.”
I moaned loudly as his cock rubbed against my wet slit, the heat of it sending shivers through me. “Yes,” I gasped out, my hips bucking up to meet him. “Fuck me Tommy, please!”
Uncle Tommy grunted in response to my desperate plea. He grabbed his thick shaft and positioned it at the entrance of my pussy before slowly pushing forward.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out as he stretched me open inch by inch with his girth. My walls clenched around him tightly but gave way eventually under the forceful pressure.
He sank into me completely until our hips met with a loud slap that echoed through the room followed by a groan from both our mouths.
“Goddamn Kelly you’re pussy feels so good,” Uncle Tommy growled above me while starting thrusts back and forth moving in an out rhythm slowly building speed each time till he was pounding into fast hard strokes making sure not miss any spot inside myself hitting all those sensitive areas over again.
“Fuck yes!” I cried out as he pounded into my tight hole over and over again. “Harder! Faster!”
He grunted in response to my demands but didn’t let up for a second—his hands gripping tightly onto my thighs as he held them open wide for him to plunge deeper inside.
“Oh God Ummm Tommy ahh fuck me!” I moaned loudly, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow as he pounded into me relentlessly. My nails dug into his back, urging him to go even harder.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled above me between labored breaths. “Like a virgin taking her first dick.” He grinned wickedly down at me before burying his face in the crook of my neck and started kissing my neck. His ass moving up and down as I lay there taking his dick repeatedly.
“You like that?” he grunted, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself deep inside me. “You like getting fucked by your uncle?”
I moaned loudly in response, my body arching up to meet his thrusts. “Yes!” I gasped out, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer to me. “Fuck yes! Harder!”
He growled against my neck before lifting himself up slightly so that our eyes met again—his gaze dark with lust and something else I couldn’t quite place.
“Dirty girl,” he muttered under his breath before capturing my lips in a rough kiss.
“Mmm yes,” I moaned into his mouth, my hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. His tongue plundered mine as he fucked me hard and deep, our bodies moving in sync like we’d been doing this for years instead of just minutes.
Uncle Tommy’s hips snapped forward with each thrust, his cock plunging deep into my tight pussy. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with our moans and grunts.
“Fuck yes!” I cried out as he hit that spot inside me that made my eyes roll back in ecstasy. “Right there! Don’t stop!”
He pulled out and got of the bed and dragged me to the edge of the bed. He pushed my legs to my chest and held them down really tight at the back of my thighs. He stood there putting his cock back in and then really started to go at me hard.
He grunted above me in response to my cries of ecstasy. “You like that? You like getting fucked hard?”
“Ummmmm…. Yes Yes! Fuck yes!” I gasped out breathlessly, meeting his thrusts with eager enthusiasm despite how deep he was pounding into me now.
“You’re gonna make me cum,” he grunted above me through clenched teeth while still ramming deep inside without letting up one bit or losing rhythm at all times. My walls started clenching around him tighter involuntarily signaling an impending orgasm building fast within myself already due to this intense session alone!
“I’m…I’m so close!” I cried out breathlessly between panting breaths struggling not to fall apart beneath him completely under such forceful stimulation hitting every single nerve ending right now was almost too much pleasure even though it felt amazing…
Uncle Tommy’s thrusts grew harder, more insistent as he felt my walls tightening around him. “That’s it,” he growled above me, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. “Cum for me Kelly. Show me how good I make you feel.”
I moaned loudly in response to his dirty words—words that would’ve made me blush if we weren’t already naked and fucking like animals on the bed.
He let go of one thigh to reach between us, his fingers finding my clit easily despite the angle at which he was pounding into me now.
“Fuck yes!” I screamed as I came undone beneath him, completely lost in the intensity of it all.
Uncle Tommy grunted above me through gritted teeth—his thrusts becoming more erratic now that he could feel how tightly I was gripping him inside. “Shit…I’m gonna cum,” he warned breathlessly before burying himself deep one last time with a loud groan.
His cock twitched and throbbed within me as hot ropes of cum kept shooting up my pussy.
Uncle Tommy’s cock pulsed deep inside me as he filled my pussy with his hot cum. The sensation sent me over the edge, and I came hard around him, screaming out his name as my body convulsed beneath him.
“Fuck yes!” I cried out again and again as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. My nails dug into his back hard enough to leave marks behind—I couldn’t help it.
He collapsed on top of me when we were both spent—his face buried against my neck while he caught his breath. Our bodies were slick with sweat and shaking from the intensity of our orgasms.
“That was…fuck,” Uncle Tommy finally managed to say after a long moment had passed between us just lying there together in silence trying to recover from what just happened physically.
I giggled softly under him at that comment since yeah pretty much sums up how intense this whole experience felt overall especially given circumstances surrounding us being family.
“You can say that again,” I agreed with another soft laugh before tilting my head up slightly so our lips could meet for a gentle kiss.
“You okay?” he asked eventually, his voice low but concerned as he propped himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His fingers traced along my jawline gently—almost reverently—and it sent a shiver through me despite how spent I felt.
I nodded softly, smiling up at him even though my cheeks were flushed from more than just exertion. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “More than okay. Just tired. You fucked the shit out of me.” And it was true—I’d never felt better or more alive than in that moment.
I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and a mouth that tasted like something had died inside it. The events of last night came rushing back to me—Uncle Tommy, the whiskey, my dad passed out on the couch—and I groaned loudly as I buried my face in my pillow.
The room was bright despite being early morning—too bright for how much sleep we’d gotten after…well, after everything that happened between us. My body felt sore and used up in all sorts of places—not necessarily unpleasant but definitely noticeable.
I rolled over onto my back slowly, blinking against the sunlight streaming through my window as if trying to ward off some evil spirit intent on causing more pain than necessary today.
That’s when it hit me—I wasn’t alone in bed anymore.