Forbidden Promise

“Heather let Uncle Anthony get in his bed, and then crawled in beside him…”

Forbidden PromiseDescription

Heather is a barely legal college student living with her Uncle Anthony. Filled with the kinky desire of her youth, Heather is soon fantasizing over her much older uncle. When a thunderstorm gives Heather the excuse to climb into Anthony’s bed, the two can’t help their incestuous desire. Horny, kinky, and with a taste for the taboo, just who is seducing the other in this heated romance?

Excerpt

“I’m… well… I’m cold.”

Anthony smiled at her, and then opened his bedroom door a little wider. “Come on, you can sleep with me if you want. It’ll at least keep you warm.”

Heather let Uncle Anthony get in his bed, and then crawled in beside him. For a while, she just curled up to the pillow.

Anthony saw her hesitation, and then lightly scooted closer to her. His body was warm, and Heather relaxed a little bit. After feeling his warm body against her own skin, Heather’s urges began to take over. Sensing her easiness, Anthony rolled onto his back, and Heather rested her head on his chest.

She could feel Uncle Anthony’s hand holding her close, yet Heather stayed close willingly. Heather wanted Anthony to touch her like this, and for a moment she thought he would go further.

There was a wetness growing between her legs, especially when she felt her bare skin against his. To her surprise, she was still tired from the long day. This made her more relaxed, and Heather leaned into Anthony’s touch.

Uncle Anthony gently kissed her forehead, and Heather couldn’t help but giggle slightly. A part of her was still that shy little girl around her uncle. Seeing her blush, Anthony brushed the hair from her face. “Aw, look how cute you are.”

Heather blushed deeper, and hid her face against Anthony’s chest.

Anthony smiled, and then slowly moved his hand down to Heather’s waist.

When she didn’t shy from his touch, Anthony began to trail his hand along Heather’s back. His strong fingers felt good, and slowly caressed her.

Heather couldn’t believe the fact that her uncle was caressing her, and she was afraid to move.

Luckily, Anthony knew that her hesitation wasn’t because of a lack of desire. His hands slowly worked their way to her panties, and yet wouldn’t go further.

Sensing his desire, Heather leaned back allowing her legs to spread apart. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Anthony, and he knew she wanted him. It didn’t take long for him to feel her slender fingers against his hand.

Heather reached up with her other hand and brought Anthony’s lips to hers. His lack of resistance deepened her desire.

When he deepened the kiss, Heather parted her lips for him. His hand gripped the back of her head, brushing strands of hair out of her eyes. Anthony’s tongue demanded entrance to her mouth, and she happily let him enter her mouth. She sucked gently on his tongue, moaning from the taste. Anthony noticed the hint of strawberries on her lips, and together their tastes were sweet. A part of him almost felt guilty for kissing her, as this was his niece. Everything within him though said she wanted this too, and, he wanted to see if his niece loved him as much as he loved her.

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About Lily Weidner

An author with an interest in all things taboo, Lily Weidner combines both personal experience and unique interests to write her erotic stories. Captivated by her work, she enjoys writing stories that explore and challenge the depths of human nature.
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