Father's Keeper by Parker Ford (classic fiction .TXT) 📗

the cut to cool the sting. Just likeold times. Only now, the feel of him blowing on my skin made my pussy keep awet temp with my heartbeat.

"Ugh,"I said.

"Sorry itstings. It will be over in a minute. Promise."

I could onlynod.

He squeezed a gemsized squirt of antibiotic lotion on and covered it with a big square bandages."To keep it all covered," he said. His fingers smoothing the fleshcolored cloth covering made me shift on the table. I felt trapped by hispresence, the very hugeness of him and my pulse jumped at my throat from a mixof excitement and fear. So close like this I could picture him beating off tome. As close as we were, I could picture his hands pushing my legs apart. Icould imagine a million scenarios I shouldn't. "Thanks," I managed.

"You sureyou're okay?" He turned my chin so I had to look at him. I nodded andswallowed hard.

"Yeah,"I said, thinking inside, God, just kiss me, kiss me already, kiss me andthen touch me and we'll pretend it never ever happened, I swear...

It took a secondfor it to register his hands on my thighs, his long finger splayed out so theypointed like traitors to my pussy. Uncle Ed leaned in, his lips brushed mine sosoftly it was more like a kiss of wind than a person. I opened my mouth, spreadmy legs, begging him with my body. More.

I buried myhands in his too shaggy hair, tried to make sure I scheduled him a cut, andpulled him in tighter, I closed my legs around his hands and scooted forwardjust a touch. I wouldn’t think that I shouldn't do this. I'd think about howgood and right it felt. Fuck feeling shamed.

"Fiona, Ishouldn't..."

"I know...Ido, but..." His fingers slipped over the hot moist V at the crotchof  my shorts. I broke off in moan. It was like being burned,electrocuted, smacked so hard the blood seems like acid when it rises to thesurface. I wanted his touch so bad that jut a fingertip made my mind go red andmy heart skip wildly.

"Don't makethat sound," he said, but swept another finger along where the first hadbeen. Two fingers running soft patterns over the crotch of my snug shorts. Overmy pussy. Fuck. Directly over my clit.

"Sorry,"I said. I tried, but another sound, deeper and more needy slid off my lips intothe air.

Uncle Ed shookhis head, no, no, no. But he popped the blue button of my shorts andtugged at the zipper. I raised up, shimmied, helped him get them off. He tossedthem as he pulled at my panties and the shorts landed on the desk. My tank wassnatched off with ease. I don't wear bras, usually. "Spread your legs forme, Fiona," he said.

A hot rush offluid puddled between my legs, and his fingers played through it like he waspainting me. My head fell back and I sank into the feel of him. His  mouthon my nipple. He kissed me and shushed me all at once. Like a child, likesomething precious. I watched his dark head as he kissed a path from my breastto my belly button. I arched up, trying to be quiet like he wanted when hismouth found my pussy and he sucked. His mouth impossibly hard and then impossiblysoft and then a tongue of perfect blazing wetness over my clit. "Oh,Uncle." I wanted to tell him how good it felt, how good he was. Howperfect his mouth was on me and how it was what I wanted. So bad. What Ineeded--so much.

"Shh,Fiona. Don't."

So I didn't. Icurled my fingers around the edge of the table and I held on. The brightafternoon sun trickled through the slats of his blinds and splashed across mybelly. His dark head worked between my legs, I touched his hair, arching mypelvis to meet his mouth, greedy little girl wanting him to lick her. "I'mgoing to--"

He shoved hisfingers into me, curling and pressing against all the singing nerves. I gasped,my belly muscles rippling with my orgasm and my effort to hold myself up. Ididn’t bother. I lay back, giving over to him completely as he fucked me withhis fingers, licked me with his tongue. Uncle Ed pushed my legs wide like aslut and attacked me with is mouth, he kept going, raking his dripping tongueover my clit. "Give it to me, one more, Fiona," he demanded andsucked my clit hard. Tiny purple spots filled my vision and I came for himagain.

"Oh, uncleEd, I--"

But he wasstanding, his face angry, his shoulders heaving. He wiped the shiny evidence ofmy juicy pussy from his face and I felt suddenly wrong. Bad. I had never feltmore naked.

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