Forbidden Fantasies: A Steamy Erotica Collection

Chapter 6

Cain's POV.

I hadn't seen Valery since she was eighteen. Back then, she was all long legs, always in short skirts with a curious eyes that lingered way too whenever I came to visit her dad, my best friend Spencer. 

She'd always find excuses to brush past me in the hallway, "accidentally" drop things onto the floor and bend to pick in front of me in her skimpy clothes, exposing way too much for her age or even sit across the living room in tiny shorts with her legs crossed in a way that made it impossible not to notice the smooth skin disappearing under the fabric.

The worst was the day I brought a date over; some woman named Lara I'd met at a bar. Spencer and his wife were out, so the house was ours. Valery was supposed to be at a sleepover, but she came home early. 

I can still remember vividly the exact moment she walked in on Lara straddling me on the couch, grinding me slow and shamelessly with my hands on her hips while she moaned into my mouth.

Valery froze in the doorway.

I expected shock. Embarrassment or even her bolting upstairs cause I felt I had destroyed her innocence.

But she was way far from innocent.

Instead, she leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed under her chest so her tits pushed up, and watched. Really watched with her lips parting slightly, cheeks flushed, eyes dark. When Lara finally noticed and scrambled off me, laughing awkwardly, Valery didn't even bat an eye.

Later when Lara left and I was alone cleaning up, Valery cornered me in the kitchen.

"I could do that better," she said, her voice low. "I could ride you until you forget her name Cain."

She stepped closer, close enough for me to get a wift of her coconut hair shampoo. Her fingers brushed against the front of my jeans, lightly and teasingly, just enough to make my cock twitch.

I grabbed her wrist. "You're eighteen, Val and you're Spencer's daughter: my best friend."

She pouted, but her eyes sparkled. "So? I'm legal. And I've always wanted you since I was sixteen. You don't think I don't notice how you look at me when you think no one's watching?"

I stepped back, thinking of possible ways to escape this situation.

"Go to bed."

She laughed softly. "One day, you'll stop saying no."

She didn't know when to give up.

"Goodnight Cain," she said, then turned, her ass swaying in those tiny sleep shorts and disappeared up the stairs.

That was the last time I saw her. A few weeks later, Spencer told me she'd gotten accepted to some fancy university overseas. She left for the UK, and I told myself it was for the best. Distance. Time. She'd grow up, find boys her age and forget about her stupid childhood crush.

Three years passed.

I kept in touch with Spencer; Barbecue nights, football games, the occasional business deal we partnered on. He never brought her up much. He said something about her "thriving" abroad, dating some finance guy, posting pictures of London rooftops, clubs and pubs.

I believed him.

Until tonight. 

Marcus had invited me over late to go over some contract changes for a new project. His wife was already asleep, the house was dark except the kitchen light. I'd driven straight from the airport after a red eye so when he said "help yourself with a beer," I headed there without thinking.

I stepped into the kitchen.

And then stopped breathing.

A girl stood at the fridge, her back at me wearing nothing but oversized white T-shirt that barely reached mid thigh. The fabric was thin, almost sheer in the soft under cabinet light.

I could see the perfect heart shape of her ass, no panty lines, just smooth skin and the faint shadow between her cheeks. Her hair was longer now, falling in dark waves down her back. 

She reached up for a glass on the top shelf her shirt riding higher exposing the lower curve of her ass and a glimpse of her bare pussy lips.

My cock went from zero to rock hard in two seconds flat.

She turned, and our eyes met.

She shrieked; short and surprised before clapping a hand over her mouth. The glass nearly slipped from her grip.

I spun around fast, facing the sink with one hand gripping the counter to hide the obscene bulge in my jeans.

"Shit... sorry," I muttered, voice rough. "Didn't mean to scare you."

The kitchen fell silent before she took a step forward.

She stopped right behind me. I could feel her heat before she spoke.

"Still getting hard for me huh, uncle Cain?"

That voice, it was deeper now. Smoother but unmistakably hers.

My stomach dropped.

I turned slowly.

Valery.

She's twenty-one today.

The girl who used to tease me in crop tops and school skirts was gone. Standing before me now was a woman with fuller curves, plumper lips and sharper eyes. The white T-shirt clung to her tits, nipples dark and hard against the fabric, no bra, no panties. Just her, smelling faintly of vanilla body lotion and something sweeter underneath.

She smirked, stepping closer until her breast brushed my chest.

"You didn't recognize me," she whispered, her breath warm against my ear. "But your cock did."

"Valery..." my voice cracked. "When did you get back?"

"Two weeks ago. Surprise visit for my birthday." She tilted her head. "Dad didn't tell you?"

"No."

"Good." Her fingers trailed down my arm, light as a feather. "I wanted to see if you still wanted me."

I swallowed hard. "You're playing with fire."

She rose up to her toes, her lips brushing my jaw. "I've been burning for you since I was eighteen. Three years of waiting. Three years of touching myself thinking about you while some boring uni guy tried to fuck me and couldn't even make me come."

Her hand slid lower, palming my erection through my jeans.

I groaned, my chest heaving.

"Feel that?" She murmured. "That's what you do to me. Every time I see you, every time I remember each time you turned me down. I'm soaked right now, uncle Cain. Just from standing here."

I grabbed her wrist, harder this time.

"You're my bestfriend's daughter."

"I'm twenty one today." She pressed her body against mine, her nipples dragging across my shirt. "Legal. Wet and still waiting for you to stop being a gentleman."

My control was breaking piece by piece. Every filthy fantasy I had buried came pouring back; her on her knees, her riding and begging me while I filled her up.

But Spencer was up there, probably half asleep waiting for me. My best friend.

I stepped back, my breathing becoming ragged.

"Go to bed Val."

She didn't move, only smiled; slow and wicked.

"You can still have me if you want to uncle Cain."

Then she turned, her ass swaying under that barely there shirt and walked out of the kitchen.

Like she did three years ago.

But I knew this was going to be different.

Because tonight wasn't over.

And neither was she.