“Yes, Addie. Do not question it. I was meant to be there that day.”
I brought my eyes to his and my heart fluttered in a way that was foreign to me.
After an all too brief moment, he let out a heavy breath. His honey eyes brimmed with sadness as they searched mine.
“Was I too late, Addie? Had he….done that…..before?”
I felt tears welling up in my sore eyes, blurring my vision even more. “The beatings, yes. The other……no. Never. That was the first time….”
Sobs wracked my body and I collapsed into his safe embrace, gripping his shirt in my fists as my tears spilled forth. His hands were on my back, my head, pulling me in, holding me gently to his wide chest.
“Oh, sweet Adelaide. He will never hurt you again. I promise you this.”
“He will never let me go, Uncle. He will come for me.” My voice sounded strangled against the choke of my wails.
He pulled back from me and cupped my face in his mighty hands. His eyes flickered with stern intensity as he spoke.
“Listen to me, Addie. You will never see your father again. If he comes for you, that will be the last thing he ever does.”
I clenched my eyes shut and relished in the warmth of his hands upon my face. I covered his hands with mine before opening my eyes.
Lacking words to express my gratitude, I simply nodded and accepted his claim then threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. A quick, simple act of placing my lips on his in a meek expression of gratefulness. It was the briefest of moments, like the buzz of a hummingbird wing, but it lingered on my lips long after it passed.
The days and weeks passed and I made a new life on my uncle’s farm. My father did not come for me but he was around me always. Many nights I woke in the dark of my room and felt his presence, the air around me suddenly filled with the scent of his unbathed body and whisky breath.
I would run to Jasper and pull back his sheets, curling my body into his, pressing my face into his neck. His big arms would wrap around me and he would stroke my hair until I fell asleep.
After 2 weeks, I no longer bothered to attempt sleep in the bed he had provided for me. I did not ask and he did not offer, we simply accepted that this is how it was to be. Nights next to my uncle were peaceful and my father didn’t visit me here. After 3 months of sleeping in his bed, I could no longer bring to mind the scent of my tormenter.
Mornings quickly became my favorite time of day. We would wake with the sun, the rooster calling upon us to rise. If they weren’t already there, Jasper’s arms would make their way to my waist and pull me close, and I would melt into his embrace. He would nuzzle into my hair and breathe me in, and I would do the same to him.
“Good morning, sweet girl,” he would whisper huskily into my ear.
“Good morning, my sweet uncle,” I would retort.
Sometimes, I found my lips hovering near his but he always turned his head before they met. More and more, I started to feel the hardness between his thighs when he pressed his body to mine but if I moved against it, he would pull away.
My sisters had taught me of a man’s body and how a woman was meant to please him. They spoke of it like a chore, a fate that must be endured but was never desired. What I felt for my uncle was nothing like that. I did not want to merely endure him; I wanted to please him, to give all of myself to him. To tend to him, to love him.
On a particularly frigid morning, I woke to find him on the far side of his large bed with his broad back to me. I made my way to him and wrapped my arm around him, nuzzling into his shoulder blades. He gripped my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing my fingers before settling our hands against his chest.
“Good morning, sweet Addie,” he said sleepily. “Are you warm enough?”
I nodded against his back and kissed the cotton of his shirt. “I am now, uncle.”
I kissed his back once more, then twice, before finding my way to the exposed skin on the back of his neck. My lips grazed him there, my lips tingling when they met his cool skin. I tried to slide my hand from his grip but he held me firm.
“Addie…..” he whispered as I kissed his neck again, then again, then again, each time my lips more firm than the last.
“Yes, uncle?” I breathed into his neck.
“I think you should stop.”
The words left his lips but his hand did not leave mine, his body did not pull away. Instead, his head turned and I was now kissing his jaw, his cheek.
“I do not wish to stop.”
When I tugged my hand from his once more, he let it go. Boldly, I snaked my hand down his muscular core and over his large, rigid cock.
I felt him shudder as I caressed him through his wool pants. I kissed up and down his jaw, his neck, nuzzling into his ear.
“Addie…..” he groaned again.
“Let me please you, uncle.”
He pressed his erection into my hand and turned his head to me. My lips were on his in an instant, heat rising up in me as I stroked him, feeling him harden against my palm.
He parted his lips and I found his tongue, coaxing it out into my mouth. He shifted until he was on his back and his arms wrapped around me, pulling me onto his chest. His hand was in my hair, his tongue firmly in my mouth.
For many moments, we simply kissed. Our mouths and tongues came together, his hot breath warming my once wounded soul. I had never been kissed until this moment and I realized I needn’t have ever worried if I would know how. Jasper knew and I followed him, my timid tongue matching every arduous lap of his.
Slipping my hand into his trousers, I found the silky yet firm flesh of his erection. I did not expect my own arousal to spike when my hand clamped down around his girth, the space between my thighs now throbbing and slick. I questioned if my sisters had ever felt this ache for their men, this primal desire as I had now to be filled by him.
My mouth left his and traveled down his neck and over his shirt, my free hand tugging it up to expose his muscled core.
“Addie….we must stop….this is wrong…..”
I kissed his manly flesh, pressed my face to it, breathed him in as my hand continued to work up and down his cock, twisting gently then caressing the smooth mushroom shaped tip. I felt a warm liquid there and swirled my thumb over, suddenly desperate to taste him. I did not know what I was doing but something deep inside me guided my hand, my mouth.
“Tell me why this is wrong, Uncle.”
My hand released him to undo the buttons of his pants as my mouth trailed up and around the muscles of his belly. “Because it does not feel wrong to me…”
I unsheathed his cock and drank in his magnificence; pulling the skin back, the engorged purple cap shining up at me, calling me to it. I wrapped my hand around him once more and pulled him up to my mouth.
His hands gripped my hair, holding me still when all I wanted was to fill my mouth with him.
I looked up at him then, his eyes burning with an intensity I had not yet seen in them. A thousand questions lingered in the clench of his square jaw, the purse of his lips.
For a moment, neither he nor I moved. Our eyes said all that needed to be said, and his hold on my hair relaxed just enough for me to lower my mouth to his cock.
My lips parted and lingered on his purple crown, his flesh soft and warm against me. My tongue fell forward and grazed his small, glistening slit before I took his cap into my mouth, pressing my lips around the rim and pulling him into me.
I felt his body shudder as he gasped, his hips lifting off our bed and pushing his magnificent cock up into my desperate mouth. Without hesitation, I took him in until his crown edged down my throat. His cock was soft yet hard, filling my mouth with a deliciously salty flavor that only heightened my need for him. I desired to take him all the way down and into my belly and let him feed me until I was full.
With my lips firmly around him, I suckled him, feeling his rigid member twitch and swell against my tongue. I felt like an animal, driven mad with my lust, my longing to be awash with him. I had hardly seen a naked man before, never known a desire to taste one and drink one in as I felt at this moment. My Jasper, my darling heroic uncle, was the truest thing I had ever known.
I had heard my sisters speak of the eruption, of when a man’s milky seed left his cock and sprung forth much like the bulls on the farm. Then it had seemed so garish, so primitive, but still I had been curious. Would I be able to bring forth a man’s seed? Would I desire it?
As I lifted and lowered my mouth onto my uncle’s cock and he shuttered and gasped under me, his big hands cradling my head, I had my answers. For my Jasper, yes; a resounding, primal yes.
I peeled my mouth from him and looked up into his desirous eyes, my hand clamped around his thick shaft.
“Do you desire me, Uncle Jasper?” I asked, rolling his slick, engorged crown over my cheek, my lips.
His breath was shaky as he stuttered. “Y….y…y….yes, Addie. My sweet girl….”
Through a grin, I swallowed him again, pulling him in deeper. I felt his mushroom shaped cap slide down my open throat, my mouth now dripping and coating his beautiful cock. Spittle formed at my lips, my breath stifled by his length, but still I sucked him in deeper, harder.
With watery eyes on his, I fervently milked his cock with my tongue and throat, urging him to erupt into my belly. My uncle’s deep honey eyes furrowed as they bore down on mine.
“Addie!” he cried out, pulling my head down upon him as his cock stiffened and warm liquid sprung from his tip.
His hips jerked up to meet me and I held on, swallowing as much of his seed as I could. It was hot and creamy and I loved when it slid down my throat and coated my empty belly. I could not stop moaning in delight with every surge, every pulse of heat hitting the depth of my throat, until there was no more and his member relaxed against my tongue.
report Pulling him out slowly, his eruption trickling from the corners of my mouth, I watched his head relax down to the pillow, his chest heaving above me.
“Oh Addie….how wonderful you are…….”
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