Daddy's Girl [ Erotica Forbidden Romance]

I stood up, blushing furiously, smoothing my skirt down. I never planned for this. Everything had been unintentional, yet it felt so good for him to have seen me in that provocative position.     My step-uncle quickly looked away, opening the refrigerator as he brought out a bottles of cold water. And just like that, we both pretended that he hadn't just seen right up my skirt and across my pussy, and that I hadn't lingered a few seconds longer than necessary in letting him. We pretended that he stopped staring at my tight ass.     He quickly smiled nervously at me, his face probably as red as mine, as he moved past me. I could feel the tension radiating off him as he walked out of the kitchen to the sitting room.     I let out the breath I had been holding ever since I saw that hungry look. It couldn't leave my vision for even a second. It felt as though he was resisting something, everything from doing the unimaginable when he saw me in that position.     I literally would not have minded him fucking me right in the kitchen, even knowing that my parents were just ten feet away. I wouldn't have minded him pounding my small pussy with his thick, full cock.     After finishing the dishes and keeping the kitchen clean, I walked into the sitting room and he and his wife, ready to leave. I couldn't look at my Uncle, but I could feel his penetrating gaze on me.     I could feel my cheeks heating as we said our goodbyes and ended our discussions at the front door. He gave my mom a quick kiss on the cheek, high-fived my younger brother, and shook my dad's hand warmly on the way out. As I passed by him, though, he paused, freezing slightly before he pulled me in for a hug.     I felt a heady surge of heat grip my body as he pulled me close, even if it was just for a moment. I felt his jeans pressed tightly against my crotch, and millions of butterflies fluttered in my lower belly.     The feeling was electric, just like that time back on my sixteenth birthday when he'd hugged me close. And this time, just as before, my whole body glowed and tingled under his touch.     "Welcome back home from college, Amelia." He had that same slightly confusing, hungry look in his eyes as he had in the kitchen before. He grinned at me once more before they headed back to their room.      Later that night, in my room after dinner, I found myself getting bolder, with my door wide open, touching myself absentmindedly as I looked into their bedroom. It wasn't like I actually thought I was going to see him, but so much of my attraction to this man stemmed from watching him and his wife from this very spot that it had become almost second nature to look.     I decided not to touch myself but instead put on some soft, slow music and let it flow through my body, trying to dance away the naughty and troubling thoughts swirling in my mind.     In the darkness of their room, I suddenly saw a dim light flick on. I could see him then, walking around the room, zipping his trouser as his shirt hanging on his shoulder. He is preparing to go out.     I picked up my phone and scrolled through my playlist until I found the perfect song. I connected it to my little Bluetooth speaker and let the music flow throughout my room until my body began to move slowly and sensually.      This time, I found myself stepping out from behind the corner in my room, dancing there in my small sleep shorts and button-up pajama shirt. It took a second, with him putting on a shirt but suddenly, as if he knew he was being watched, he stood up straight and turned right towards my bedroom door.      And right then, all I could think about was how good he'd feel; how amazing I knew he'd make me feel as he took me for the first time. The naughty thought brought a pink flush to my cheeks, and I found myself biting my lip as I swung my body to the music.     I knew his wife could be in the sitting room with my parents, probably watching a movie, or waiting for him to join them. But apart from them, it was just the two of us, five feet across from each other.     I brought my hands up to my shirt, slowly running my hand across my chest, up to my neck as I closed my eyes, pretending to be in my own world, trying to ignore the thought of him watching me.     I closed my eyes as I reveled in the sensation, tugging gently at my small breasts and feeling my nipples harden. My fingers began to find the buttons at the front of my shirt, and as I strained my sight out of the corners of my eyes, I could see the blaze in his.     I grinned, feeling his smoldering eyes bore into me as my fingers began to loosen one button, then another, and another, slowly moving down my slender body. I undid more and more, exposing myself inch by inch.     I turned my back toward him, whining softly to the music as I caressed my neck, down to my chest, and over my ass.     My Uncle's face looked red, his eyes wild, and I could just catch the movement of him glancing quickly at the door adjacent to the room he was.     I felt an erotic shiver shoot through me as I opened my shirt slowly for him, shrugging it off my slender form as I stood there, illuminated by the soft light in my bedroom.     I didn't have all the curves and large breasts that some girls my age did or his wife, yet I had seen the way he hungrily looked at my small cleavage, the same way his eyes darkened when he had saw me bent forward, my young pussy fully exposed in the kitchen.     And as I slowly bared my body to him, my hand roamed over my soft flesh, my thumb caressing my hard nipples, feeling them erect as my body hummed, knowing fully well he was watching me, and that I had an effect on him just as he did on me.     I could see the way he exhaled, closed his eyes, the flush in his face, jaw tightening, and eyes flashing at me, which told me he wanted more. He wanted to see more of my young, bare body.