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The night was hot. There is no denying that, but G is now stuck in an awkward place with her Uncle. When she wakes up in the morning, she heads to the kitchen, only to find the blond sitting at the breakfast table, dressed in a very long t-shirt. Now that the two of them are up close, G recognizes her as another girl in college. They both stare at each other a moment, but they do not exchange words. Maybe if they say nothing, neither of them would think it's real.

Whatever the case, G has to go to school, and maybe there, she can let out some steam. There is that cute horse boy she could tease, or perhaps the feline fellow from her Chemistry class…

The day goes by, and G stands at the corner, waiting for the bus. An older gentleman approaches her and says. “I"m sorry, miss, but didn't you get the message? The busses aren't running this evening. You'll have to find an alternate means home.

It's an unfortunate thing, but she calls her Uncle without a second thought. Once he tells her he'll be on his way, she then realizes that this will be the first time they've seen each other since she discovered him having sex. Can it get any worse?

The time passes like an eternity as she sits at the station, crossing her legs and gripping the bench. What is she going to say? What would he say? Did he catch her? He shouldn't have. He was really drunk, but what if he did see her?

His truck pulls up, and it takes a quick honk for her to finally jump up. She gets into her seat and, she thanks her Uncle graciously.

“No problem, Lil' Squirt," he says. “Anything for my favorite niece.

“But, I'm your only niece," she says, giggling slightly, nervously.

“Oh, watch out." He reaches over, his big, strong arm running across her chest. There's no way he didn't feel her rapid heartbeat as her breasts squeeze against that rugged arm.

He grabs onto her seatbelt and pulls it across her, clicking her in. “Gotta be safe," he says with a wink.

What the fuck was that about. Uncle practically groped her, but… but she didn't mind!

He pulls off and heads down into the woods. “Something the matter? Your face is bright red.

She gasps, turning to face outside the window. “I… its nothing. I just had a long day."

“Well, if you're feeling up to it, you should join me for a party tonight.

“Ah, n-no, sorry, I've… I've got plans."

“Suit yourself," he says, shrugging.

The two arrive at the house with little trouble. Uncle slips out of the truck to open the door for her. He reaches over her again. His hand rests upon her hip a moment, and he looks her in the eyes. “You know, if something is bothering you, you can tell me, right?"

She nods silently, and a click frees her from the seat.

“So, I take it you're not bothered?"

She gulps. “Not… entirely,"

He smiles and then pats her thigh. “Well, then, better get you in there to prepare for your busy night.

“Y-yeah," she says, slipping out and trying to forget how he manhandles her, but wondering just what is in store for tonight.

She can't concentrate on her work. Instead, she has her browser open up to tabs upon tabs of older men with muscular bodies. Already, she lays there with her hand decidedly in her pajama pants, but the sound of the truck rolling down the gravel has her spring up to her window to watch, breathing heavily, hands pressed against the glass.

Tonight he has another college girl—a brunette in a red dress— a dress just like hers. She gasps again, hardly hearing the click of the door.

The two are at it with much more vigor than the blond. Uncle doesn't treat her gentle. He throws her against the wall right by his room—right by her bedroom. The woman's breasts spill out, and he gropes them, standing at her back and burying his mouth against her neck.

She screams, and he grunts, thrusting his hips forward. She must not be wearing underwear.

G watches through the crack of the door. She sees the flushed face of the girl—how bright red her face gets. G didn't get a look down beneath. She knows he's inside her, stretching her, filling her, and grunting right there. G is so close, she notices the determination in his face, the clarity in his eyes. This isn't a man on a drunken romp. This is a man knowing full well what he's doing.

She can't stand it anymore. She unbuttons her top, letting her breasts free and she presses herself against the wall, opposite the woman. She rocks her hips, pretending she's being railed by her hot older man. Her fingers remained steadfast in their pursuit of orgasm, playing with her with harder, slicker, thrusts inside of her.

Soon enough, she lets out her own moans, which mix with the woman's on the other side. The woman, for her part, doesn't seem to notice the sounds on the other side of the walls, and that's perfectly fine for G. With the increase of the woman's cries, G imagines that cock going more in-depth, filling her up more and more, and soon, the woman reaches orgasm just as G climaxes, herself.

G pulls her fingers out from between her pants, spreading those digits and looking at the liquid she squirted out onto them.

On the other side of the door, the woman sighs, and her Uncle speaks up, finally. “You're a real little squirt, ain't ya?"