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You collapsed on the bed with a sigh, waiting for the world to stop spinning ever so slightly. You had barely even drank anything, and your dad was still treating you like a child from halfway across the world or wherever the fuck he was. And you knew it was best not to argue with him.
The party you were at got busted, leaving a ton of teenagers scrambling to get away and not get in trouble. Sure, most of you were 18, and therefore legally adults, but still not legal drinking age. You only had three drinks, so you may be a little tipsy but you're definitely not drunk.
Somehow word got to your dad and apparently the name Redfield held some weight at the local police station because the officer's were escorting you to a dark Porshe that was waiting for you.
That's how you've ended up in the guest bedroom at your uncle Leon's apartment. Ordered by your dad to spend the weekend at his best friend's place until he's back like you're still a child and can't be trusted alone.
Honestly, you didn't even really mind - you've always gotten along well with Leon.
You're brought out of your thoughts by the man himself walking back into the room with a bottle of water for you, saying to get some sleep, he's just down the hall if you need anything. Nothing out of the ordinary.
It's when he leaves and you're laying there alone that your slightly inebriated mind starts to wander places it shouldn't. About Leon. You'd be lying if you tried telling yourself you hadn't always thought he was cute, but now...
Okay, yeah, he's only a handful of years younger than your father, and you're barely out of high school, and you grew up calling him Uncle Leon, but...
Well, you're grown up a bit now. There's no denying a devastatingly hot man when you see one, and Leon is most definitely one of them.
You hear the sound of a shower turn on from across the hall, and suddenly it's a lot to think about. Leon, wet in the shower. Naked. Waves of heat pulse throughout your body, flushing your face red.
And you were grateful for the little bit of liquid courage inside of you at the moment, or else you never would've found yourself tip toeing down the hall, passing the bathroom he was currently showering in, and stepping into Leon's bedroom.
You can't remember the last time you would've been in here - possibly when you were much younger, and everything was still very innocent. But now you're 18, and you're feeling brave. And he looks like THAT. And if it backfires... you suppose you can always just blame the alcohol to save yourself the embarrassment, claim you were more drunk than you actually are.
But something about the way he looked you up and down when you entered his car when he picked you up earlier told you otherwise. The way it seemed like he was going out of his way not to look at you as he brought you to the guest room.
Before you know it, you don't know how much time has passed but you hear the shower turn off and your stomach flips. What actually was the plan here?
Your Uncle Leon has been looking especially hot the last few years and you're taking the first shot possible that wouldn't make him a creep for messing with someone underage? If he even shows interest? Okay, maybe that liquid courage wasn't making you as brave as you thought. Or it's gone. Or you're just an impulsive stupid - oh fuck.
He doesn't see you yet, but Leon steps into the room, closing the door behind him. A dark towel hanging LOW on his hips - hips, by the way, with that perfect V shape. His chest still damp, rivulets of water running down his pecs and the happy trail below his navel. You notice he goes completely still and force yourself to look up at his confused face - it might be funny if he wasn't in just a towel and he wasn't in the middle of running his hands through his dark, damp hair, where your eyes find biceps are big as your damn head.
You're vaguely aware he's said something, but it's entirely too hard to concentrate. Is this his fault or the alcohol's?
His brows are furrowed in confusion. Not angry, but definitely guarded. You are, after all, a slightly tipsy 18 year old girl sitting in his bed. And he's very naked under that towel.
"Sorry! Uhm, I just was uh -" dammit, find some words. "I was wondering if you had anything I could sleep in?" Yeah that works.
Leon relaxes ever so slightly, nodding. "Yeah, right," his voice is smooth and butterflies take flight in your tummy. "Right, sorry - I should've offered that earlier." And he walks to the other side of the room to his walk-in closet, turns the light on inside to find something, giving you the pleasure of seeing the broad canvas of his back, muscles in all the right places.
You're blushing again. "It's okay," you say, with an easy laugh, almost bashful.
He emerges with two pairs of sweatpants and two t-shirts, handing you a set. "You'll probably drown in them but it'll be more comfortable than," the smallest pause, "than that dress." He finishes, only glancing at you once the entire time and for some reason, it send a thrill throughout your body. It makes you a little braver again. So you give him a small smile, taking only the shirt and marching your way to the closet as he gives you yet another confused look.
There's plenty of room to change inside a walk-in closet out of sight, and so you do it. Shimmy off the little dress you'd worn to the party, kicking it from the floor and out of the closet with a small giggle. It was a strapless dress, meaning no bra, so you were just in your little lace thong, pulling Leon's large grey t-shirt over your small frame, nipples hard, and you want to moan a little when you feel the fabric against them, being enveloped in the addicting smell of Leon.
When you step out of the closet, you see your dress had landed not too far from his bed, wrinkled on the floor there like it had been thrown and left there haphazardly in a moment of passion.
Leon watches you with an expression you can't decipher as you nonchalantly crawl back onto his bed, bare legs in heaven against his comforter and sheets. His intense, steel blue eyes watch as you make yourself comfortable, laying on your side to look at him.
"What are you doing, kid?"
You give an easy shrug. "I'm not tired. Thought I might hang out with you until I fall asleep like I used to."
Leon gives a stiff laugh, "You haven't done that in like ten years, sweetie."
You roll your eyes playfully, going to give a small tug on his arm, "Come on, Uncle Leon." And you're laughing lightly, innocently. But inside, your body is extremely aware how your hand is spread, gripping his bicep. The way his breath hitches at your touch, and the hand of his other arm clutches at the towel still around his waist, as you make clear you're not giving up on this with the way you're pulling him to the bed.
Miraculously, and to your slight disappointment, the towel manages to stay wrapped around his hips as he finally allows you to pull him on the bed. He seems extremely aware he's only wearing the towel and yet he makes no move to put on what he brought out for you both.
He leans against the headboard somewhat stiffly, clearly still unsure of the situation, as you get comfortable on the side you've apparently claimed for the night, sighing happily against the plush pillows.
He looks down at you, eyes still intense as ever. "How much have you had to drink again?"
"Honestly, not that much. Only a couple." you find yourself saying. Well, there goes that excuse if you ended up needing it. Then you're shrugging, "It's just been a long time since I've been here like this. It's nice." And it's not even a lie. Though it is the first time having these types of thoughts and feelings for the man while also being here like... this. It's the first time it's not so innocent on your part.
He gives a slight smile and nod. "Fall asleep to movies like old times?" his voice is lighter now, less guarded and it makes you smile genuinely, nodding happily. He seems to have forgotten he's only wearing the towel, settling down closer beside you now, letting himself relax. You're still about an arm's length away from him, because of course he has this gigantic king size mattress. But soon all pretense falls away temporarily and you just enjoy watching movies with your uncle again like when you were younger. It's familiar and innocent and very much the opposite of what you'd intended when you walked into the room earlier, but you can't bring yourself to care all that much when he brings his soft comforter over you when you notices your eyes begin getting tired after the second movie starts.
You fell asleep at some point, awakening to the room now darkened, moonlight illuminating the darkness... and the sharp, carved abs of your sleeping uncle Leon, who seemed to be dreaming, sighing and restless. And that damn towel still around his hips.
You just lay there and admire the man's sculpted body, littered in scars of various sizes. one descending from his navel, running over his hipbone and under the towel, now looser, which, now that you're really looking at it... that familiar flip in your stomach returns with a vengeance, because... that's not a bulge, is it?
Oh shit.
That's a fucking bulge emerging from under his towel, trying its best to break through. And he's sighing in his sleep so damn prettily. What could he possibly be dreaming about?
You scooch closer to him quietly, propped up on your elbow to look over his sleeping form. Far too beautiful than is fair. Lightly, you trail your fingers over his ribs, a thrill running through your body at touching his warm, bare skin like this. Continuing, your fingers trace each perfectly sculpted ab, down to his navel and you see movement in the corner of your eye from the bulge under the towel, making your entire body hot with arousal. Fuck, it's hard to believe you're seeing him like this.
Leon stretches in his sleep a bit, spreading his long, muscled legs the furthest bit a part, loosening the towel even more. It was barely hanging on, and you are itching to see him. It would probably only take a small tug and that bulge would be free. You reach before you really think about it, just pulling ever so slightly and you barely supress the gasp in your throat at the sight of him, his cock. Thick, long, and heavily smacks against his abdomen. A soft moan escapes his lips, and just that slight sound has your heat coiling in your stomach, coating your folds in your wet arousal.
You lay back down fully now, watching your hand trail over the hard nipples under Leon's t-shirt, going lower until you reach where you're beginning to ache. Fuck, are you really going to do this? You're overcome with the want to just touch yourself as you look at him. Middle finger sliding up and down your slit, slickness begins building up and once there's a good amount, you circle the pad of your fingers around your clit, hearing the slickness spreading around with the movement. Pressing your lips closed, biting the bottom one, you touch yourself to your uncle's hard naked body beside you in the moonlight. His cock hides the happy trail leading to his pelvis, resting just below his navel. Jesus christ, he's big. His balls, full and round as well. Honestly, it was intimidating to think about taking him, imagining the intense way your pussy would need to stretch in order to accommodate him. The thought has you leaking even more, feeling it drip down your slit and over your fluttering entrance.
Something becomes glaringly different in the room and your mind searches for what while you lazily rub your clit. The sound of your pussy juice is the only sound in the room now and that's when it hits you - Leon's sleepy breathing had gone more quiet and you felt a little bit of panic at the realization. Looking up slowly, your breath catches at the sight of Leon's head now turned to you, but he's looking down at the hand circling your clit. You must make some kind of sound to catch his attention because suddenly his eyes are burning into yours and he looks... conflicted, but undeniably hungry for you.
Neither of you say anything right away. You watch him look up and down your body, all small and needy under his t-shirt. Your finger begins sliding up and down your slit again and you see Leon's cock twitch a bit in the corner of your eye.
"Uncle Leon..." It comes out as a breathy whisper, looking up and down his long body. He watches you look him over and the sigh he lets out his shaky, bringing a large hand to rest on his stomach.
"Chris is gonna fucking kill me," you barely hear him mutter, as his other hand, the one closest to you, gently cups your face, two fingers under your chin, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. You part your mouth open without thinking, and bring a chaste kiss to the tip of his thumb when it rests at the middle of your lips.
This is fucking happening.
Leon is touching you, watching you touch yourself, as he lays naked right beside you.
And then he rolls onto his side then, head resting against his bicep, his large hand trailing over the fabric of his t-shirt, where your hard nipples peak through, begging for attention.
You arch against his touch, needing more, needing so much more. His hand trails from your breasts, down your stomach and where the barrier of his t-shirt ends, where your hand is working away at your pussy. You're still looking at each other, though, eyes communicating your needs without words. But Leon being Leon, still needs to make perfectly sure. "This okay?" He asks, voice more hoarse now.
You nod right away, breathing out, "Yes," and move in to brush your fingers against his jaw, other hand still spreading the wetness of your pussy. Both of your breathing has become heavy once again, but this time it's far from sleepy. You're not shy when you push your mouth against his, and he's not shy to return the kiss even deeper, sighing deeply into it. He tastes like cinnamon, tongue sweeping against yours in a desperate rhythm.
He's actually kissing you like this, holy fuck. His lips are so soft. You're so thoroughly distracted by Leon's mouth you don't even realize he moved his body to hover above yours until he moves his mouth down to suck and nibble on your neck and you open your eyes to see his body over yours. You're so small under him.
Your hands explore everywhere they can reach on the man above you; his shoulders, upper back, collarbones, neck, you're just addicted to feeling him and you need him everywhere. But he hasn't rested his hips against you yet and you moan into his ear, "Uncle Leon, please..." A sharp inhale against your neck from your words, Leon's then surrendering to the overwhelming need to have your bodies touching like this. His hard cock is heavy against you and it makes you give his shoulder a playful bite, hooking your legs around him. The heat of your pussy is begging for his cock. "Oh fuck," you moan without thinking when Leon sucks on a nipple through his shirt that you're wearing while a hand pushes up and under it, cupping a breast in his hand. You ditch the shirt finally, feeling his mouth and hands explore your tits. All you're wearing now is a lace thong, which Leon grinds into, his aching cock so close to your core but he knows you can't just fuck you like this, you're so small and young and just by the look on your face seeing him, he knows you haven't had any cock as big as his.
How needy you must sound, when you feel one of his fingers trail down your wet slit, circling around your clenching hole. "Look how wet you are for me, sweetie," Leon's voice is deep and low and you've never heard him like this before. But you know you need to hear it more. He moves down your body, until he's so close to your pussy, all he has to do is lick and he'd be tasting your drooling cunt, his thumb pushing the front fabric of your thong away. Fingers and breath teasing you, it's beautiful and agony all at once. Leon's eyes stay on yours when he finally gives a lick up your slit, gathering your juice on his tongue and the both of you moan loudly. He licks up and down, flattening his tongue, prodding the tip against your clit before moving lower, pressing into the warmth of your wet pussy. The shock of pleasure has your hands in his hair, pushing his head down against your cunt and fuck, you've never felt like this before. It's never been like this before.
Leon sucks your clit between his lips, moaning deeply, and the vibrations that run through your centre is the sweetest torture. He's been massaging your thighs since getting his mouth on you, but now you're feeling his thick fingers between your folds again, pressing one in easily enough because of how wet you are.
"More, please, need more," you're moaning, feeling his large finger sink into the heat of your pussy all the way. He adds a second finger, fucking them into you, scissoring them, stretching your cunt out before adding a third.
"Your pussy is taking my fingers so well, sweetie. Sucking them in, greedy little thing." Leon's voice dripping in pure need. "Think you can take my cock? It's a lot more than a few fingers." He lifts his face from your pussy, coming back to give wet licks at your lips and it drives you fucking crazy. You manage to catch his tongue, sucking on it, sucking it deep into your mouth and his moan is so deep in your mouth.
You love kissing him. He's messy and filthy with his mouth and tongue, your clit throbs angrily in anticipation.
"Need your cock, Uncle Leon," you moan into his mouth, licking the flat of your tongue against his.
His hands grip your hips, fingers digging in as he slides his thick length in between your soaking slit, desperate to feel how tight you're going to strangle him. With an easy move of his hips, you feel the head of his cock pressing into your pussy. Fuck, it's a lot. Just getting the fat head of his cock in you takes a moment, the stretch of it making you gasp. The way Leon looks at you, you know he's trying to see if you're okay and as intense as it is, you're already fucking addicted to it. How your cunt stretches around his cock. You lock your legs together around him, needing him to stay inside you.
The sheer tightness of your walls has Leon almost panting, fighting the need to fuck his cock all the way into you right away. "Holy fuck s'so tight, baby," his lips move against yours. "You need more?" And right away you're nodding, arms wrapped around his neck, making out in this delicious moment.
"Please just fucking do it, need you so much closer." Your chest rising and falling heavily against him.
Leon wastes no time when getting that greenlight and the sound that rips from your throat makes him twitch inside you. He really just pushed his way into you, forcing your walls to stretch before you were really ready but you fucking love it. And you couldn't hide it from the sounds that punched their way out of you, that it was bordering on pain, and yet your hips circled against his with a desperate need because fuck - he was buried to the hilt inside you, cock massaging the spot in you where you needed him most, your wet, engorged clit grinding against his pelvis.
"Jesus fucking christ, never had a pussy this tight before." Leon snaps his hips against yours with unrelenting force you couldn't stop the moans from each thrust. As wet as you were, which was almost an embarrassing amount to you, the way your pussy was forced to take his cock was still bordering on painful and you fucking loved it. It made your already stretched to the max pussy trying to clench its walls around him. The death grip of a squeeze your pussy had around his cock was almost painful to him as well but he couldn't stop fucking into you now that he'd started, not that you wanted him to. A fact that turned him on all the more.
The sound of your pussy juice, the thrusting of his hips, both of your heavy breaths and moans. The brutal pounding of his cockhead against your cervix. It was heaven.
"Fuck - oh god, fucking take it, kid," Leon's moans grow more desperate against your lips. The words send a pulse straight to your clit. "Your tight little cunt is fucking strangling my cock baby, feel you trying to squeeze around me even more - you close?" His strained words have you nodding desperately, chasing that release that's just out of reach, so fucking close.
"Right there right there, fuckkkk," you cry, tilting your head back in the pleasure of your orgasm coming closer. "Yess yess oh fuck, make me cum uncle Leon," you're begging, holding him closer and as tight as possible. He swears, hips pounding harder into you and yes it's so fucking good, every inch of him inside of you is perfect, and it's the thought of him cumming inside of you that tips you over that edge, that white hot pleasure thundering through your entire body. You know you're crying out, pussy spasming uncontrollably around Leon's cock.
It's the feeling of you losing control, cumming around his cock that brings his own release. Shots of cum release violently into your snug, little pussy and you need him moaning like this forever. "Oh god 'm fuck - fucking cumming, FUCK." you feel him filling you up. "Such a good fucking girl for me, fuckk."
The praise renews the arousal coiled in your stomach, feeling your body milk the cum out of his cock.
He stays buried inside of you for a couple minutes after, his cock twitching in after shocks and slowly softening. The ache deep inside you from is intense when he slips out of you and your pussy clenches around the emptiness. Leon inhales sharply at the sight of your slightly gaped pussy before collapsing against you.
You just fucked your Uncle Leon. He came inside of you.
The one thing you both know you're thinking - your father can never find out.