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The vehicle’s motor hummed to a quiet stop and the car was put in gear. It was well past midnight, and only the dim lights of a few street lamps gave any visibility. Bruno had chosen to park in a darker section, but there was still enough light to see by. Mirabel sat in the passenger seat, looking out at the empty parking lot.
“It’s way past my curfew,” Mirabel giggled nervously.
“Your mom knows you’re with me, you should be fine.” Bruno leaned back in his seat, staring out of the windshield. “We need to talk, sobrina.”
He wasn’t looking at her, and she wished he would. This is how he’d been acting ever since they had sex in a movie theater last week. It was an amazing night, but he was feeling some residual guilt over the whole ordeal. If only he wouldn’t; she felt no guilt or shame. She loved her tío more than any sobrina should. She’d developed a crush on him a long time ago, and that night at the movie theater was a memory she would always cherish.
And she wanted more.
“Oh?” she feigned innocence as she fidgeted nervously with her white blouse and denim shorts. The blouse was low-cut and practically see-through, and the short-shorts showed off all of her curvy legs. It was one of the sexiest outfits she had, and one she’d worn on purpose for this night out with her tío. He hadn’t even told her where they were going so late at night, but it didn’t matter. She’d follow him anywhere. “What did you want to talk about?”
He pursed his lips but said nothing, his eyes now focusing on the steering wheel. She saw his eyes dart in her direction, and even looked down at her outfit, before quickly facing forward. Taking in a deep, shuddering breath he tried and failed to quell his anxiety.
Mirabel kept her expression neutral, but inside she was excited. The outfit was doing its job.
“I can’t stop thinking about the movie theater last week.” She leaned over the center console, putting her hands behind her back so that her chest stood out. Her breasts were small but perky and she knew he liked them. Her nipples, already hard with desire, scraped across the soft fabric and she made little effort to suppress a shiver. “It was the best night of my life. You felt so good. I kinda hoped we could do it again sometime.” She laughed to herself, crossing her shapely legs to lean even closer to him. “I could book the tickets if you–”
She was cut off when he suddenly pounced on her, gripping her face with one hand and the seat with the other he kissed her hard on the mouth. It was rough and aggressive, making her lips hurt from the pressure, but she didn’t care. Fisting his hair in both hands, she kissed him back with equally feverish passion. His tongue had already breached her lips and, when her’s joined in, they danced and teased with wild abandon. She could taste his favorite chewing gum, cinnamon, as she licked the inside of his mouth.
“Damnit,” he cursed breathlessly as he released her. “I wanted to end this, but I can’t.” He gulped as he stared at her, crazy eyed and longing. “I just can’t!”
He kissed her again, just as feverishly, his hand reaching down to yank up her shirt and grab at her breast. A lustful whimper escaped her as she pushed open his jacket to tug on his shirt. It was thrilling to know that he wanted her just as much, if not more, than she wanted him. Her lips were probably going to be bruised when this was over, but she didn’t care. Her tío was so damn hot.
She felt more than saw him move to join her in the passenger seat, but a thump and a yelp of pain brought everything to a stop. He was back to sitting in the driver’s seat, rubbing at his ribs and groaning.
“What’s wrong,” she asked, still panting.
“Stick shift caught me,” he chuckled even as he grimaced. “I guess my car isn’t the most comfortable place for this.”
Mirabel reached a hand out and gently touched his side. Bruno didn’t react, but he did smile at her with a look of affection and reassurance that he was fine. She could still see the flame of desire in his eyes, though the pain of getting stabbed with a gear shift had dulled it somewhat.
She was still horney as hell, though. As much as she sympathized with him, she wanted this more than ever, and there was no way she was going to let some stupid stick shift ruin a night of passionate sex with her tío. Looking behind her, she saw an obvious solution.
“What about the back seat?” she cocked her head in that direction. “There’s no gear shift back there.”
Bruno took a quick look at the back seat, then looked at Mirabel, and the desperate longing was back instantly. No more words needed to be exchanged. In almost perfect synchronization they both got out of the car, slamming their doors closed just as they were opening the doors to the back. Crawling inside on all fours, they barely had time to shut the doors before they were all over each other again.
The back seat, though still cramped, was far more comfortable than the front, giving them at least some room to maneuver. He was on top of her in an instant, one knee pressed between her legs and his arms cradling her head as he went back to kissing her. The heat was pooling in her cunt and she pressed it against his knee, practically fucking his leg through her shorts. Their mouths hardly ever left each other, except when upper clothing was unceremoniously removed and thrown about the car to land wherever it wanted.
As soon as her tío’s jacket and shirt were off, she reached a hand up to run her fingers through his chest hair. He didn’t have a lot, but he had some centered between and around his pecs to form a thin t-shape. It felt rough and masculine in her hands, and she followed the trail all the way down to the top of his jeans which she quickly unbuttoned..
“Oh, fuck, Mirabel,” he gasped as he reached down to help her remove his pants and boxers together. Kicking off his sandals and the last remnants of his clothing he was now completely naked, save for the rosary around his neck. She barely had a chance to admire his very hard and ready cock before he was frantically working to remove her clothing. The minute she was exposed he was thrusting his hand into her cunt, letting his thumb rub against her clit as he dipped his middle fingers in and out of her.
She took a sharp breath and let it out in a loud moan. Bruno had long, slender fingers and they worked their magic, reaching so deep inside her and touching her in places only he could. His lips clamped down on her tits, suckling them and licking them and making her squeal with delight. She could easily cum this way, but–
“Don’t–tease,” she gasped out. “I want you, now!”
She fully expected him to thrust his cock into her at any moment, but he didn’t. Instead he completely released her and started crawling back into the front seat. Confused, she tried to crane her neck to see what he was doing, but all she could see was his beautiful ass as he leaned over the passenger seat.
“What are you doing?” she asked with just a little annoyance.
“Just a sec,” he wheezed, straining to reach for something. She could hear the glove box open and the crinkling of a plastic wrapper, before the glove box was slammed shut with a sharp bang. He came back to her with a satisfied grunt.
“Sorry, almost forgot this.” He triumphantly held up the cellophane wrapper before ripping it open with his teeth, quickly removing the condom, and rolling it onto his cock in one clean swift motion. “Okay, where were we?”
She giggled as Bruno crawled over her again, his hips moving between her legs as she spread them to give him all the access he needed. Mirabel had one foot planted on the seat, but the other leg hung in the air, so he grabbed hold of it, putting it over his shoulder as he moved himself into position. With one of his own knees on the seat, and the other planted on the floor for leverage, he guided his dick to her dripping cunt and thrust inside her with one hard push.
The feel of her uncle’s cock was satisfying, as though an emptiness inside her was deliciously filled. He began thrusting immediately, frantically, grabbing the back headrest to give himself even more leverage. He was starting to push her across the seat, so she placed her hands above her head, catching herself before she hit the door. Once anchored, she could feel nothing but his thick, hard cock stretching and rubbing against her walls.
He was going hard and fast, assuring that neither of them would last long. Every thrust came with a grunt, a pant, or a little bit of both. His balls slapped against her ass, and she could even feel the hairs at the base tickling her pussy lips. It was all enough to elicit a smile and a moan. Reaching one hand down she started rubbing her clit with two fingers, her walls clenching down in response to the new stimulation, earning a loud, surprised groan from Bruno.
“Oh, Mirabel, I’m going to–I’m–” It was too much for him. She could feel his gloved cock twitching and growing hotter inside her, and with a loud growl-like moan he pushed into her hard, his body trembling and quivering as he climaxed.
Bruno’s whole body shook with the force of his orgasm. His breath was hitched, a low grunt escaping occasionally before his body finally relinquished its hold and he relaxed with a huff and a pant. He pulled out, falling back against the car’s interior, his cheeks flushed and his curly hair matted to his face from sweat.
She grinned up at him, still breathing heavily, rubbing her clit, even though it didn’t feel quite as good now that he’d pulled out. She was glad he was satiated, even if she wasn’t yet.
Bruno must have realized this, too. Without saying a word, he leaned down, pushing her hand aside and replacing it with his mouth. He flicked his tongue across her clit, circling it, as his fingers dipped into her cunt. It wasn’t long before he found the spot inside of her that she didn’t even know she had, sending a jolt of pleasure that made her back arc.
“Oh God! Oh fuck!” she breathed as he worked his magic, stimulating her inside and out. This was better than being fingered in a theater. His tongue teased her sensitive bud while he stroked and pushed against a pleasure spot deep inside her. She leaned up on her elbows to look at him, but all she could see was the top of his head, his mouth completely pressed to her pussy lips and bobbing slightly. He looked up at her briefly, his eyes hooded and lustful, before he went back to having fun.
Mirabel was adept at pleasing herself, but the feel of someone else, someone with skill, licking all around her nub, was on a different level. She could feel the familiar pressure welling up inside of her as he stroked and rubbed her, and she bit her lip in anticipation. It was more than enough, and the pool of heat at her center welled up till it burst and she came with a lustful cry.
He kept going, licking, flicking, and rubbing her at the same pace, prolonging her orgasm. She gripped at the seat, her body lifting up as her breath caught in her throat, the occasional groan escaping her lips as every muscle in her body seized and trembled. Finally, after several long, blissful seconds it stopped and she collapsed to the seat with a satisfied moan.
Closing her eyes she smiled, basking in the afterglow. She felt satisfied and cherished, and she let out a content sigh, her arms and legs stretching like a cat. Her legs could only extend so far, not only because of the cramped car but because her tío was sitting between them. Still, she felt so good that she just didn’t care.
“That was fucking amazing,” Mirabel said when she was finally able to catch her breath.
Bruno chuckled, also panting. “I agree.”
She pulled herself into a sitting position, leaning against the back and looking around.
“Holy shit, did we really fog up all the windows?” she laughed. “I thought that was just a thing you saw in movies.”
“No, it’s real,” he chuckled, also noting the condensation on the glass, completely obscuring their view of the outside. “Especially when the sex is this good.”
“Mm’hmm,” she agreed with a nod and a wink.