A Taste Of My Dirty Fantasy…

Mari. Fucking my uncle had always seemed like an impossible fantasy, the kind of forbidden thought I never imagined would cross from dreams into reality. Yet that didn’t stop me from touching myself night after night, chasing release to vivid images of his hands on my body. Ever since the night I accidentally saw him completely exposed, nothing else could hold my attention. All I could picture was him pinning me down, spreading my legs wide, and driving into me until the world blurred away. It happened by chance. I wasn’t meant to be wandering the grounds that late. Gina, my cousin, had been deep in one of her breathless phone calls with her boyfriend, describing every dirty thing they planned to do. Being single and frustrated, I couldn’t bear listening anymore. Their excitement only sharpened my own loneliness. I headed toward the pool area, thinking it would be empty and quiet. Just as I approached the glass doors, the soft splash of water caught my ear. A shadowy figure moved beneath the surface. Then he rose. Damien emerged slowly, water streaming from his thick dark hair. His broad chest came next, powerful and sculpted, followed by the flex of strong arms as he gripped the pool edge and hauled himself out. I stood frozen behind the glass, my seventeen-year-old mind shattering at the sight of his glistening muscles, rivulets tracing every ridge and valley. My gaze traveled lower, helpless, as he stood fully. Wet shorts clung to his thick thighs like a second skin, outlining the heavy, impressive length pressing against the fabric. My pulse thundered in my ears. My mouth fell open. I had never seen anything so raw and commanding. It pulled me in like a force I couldn’t fight, sending liquid heat pooling between my legs. My thighs pressed together instinctively, and for the first time, I grew slick just from looking. Somehow I slipped away before he noticed me. But that single moment changed everything. Without him ever knowing, Damien Derrick—my mother’s older brother—became my first in every secret way that mattered. The first man who made my body ache without a single touch. The first I brought myself to climax thinking about. The first who owned my fantasies completely. In the months that followed, he consumed my thoughts. Waves of confusing, overwhelming desire built inside me until I felt I might burst. I would wake drenched from dreams of him, skin flushed, core throbbing. All I wanted was to bury my fingers deep and cry out his name into the dark. I knew it was wrong. The guilt gnawed at me constantly. But two years later, returning to the Derrick family estate for the new year break, the same rush of heat flooded my veins. My panties grew damp against my skin, and a deep flush crept up my neck as memories surged back. I glanced at Gina, trying to steady myself. “We’re going to have an amazing time during this new year break,” she said, twisting a strand of her dark hair around one perfectly manicured finger. She had blossomed even more in the past year—full, heavy breasts straining her top, a rounder ass that swayed with each step, and curvy hips filling out her shorts beautifully. I had changed too, but standing beside her always made me feel a little less noticeable. “I invited a few friends over. You’ll meet everyone tomorrow.” Her glossy pink lips curved into a mischievous smile. “There’s this guy, Marcus. He’s exactly what you need, Mari. Built like he knows how to handle a girl and make her forget her own name.” I shrank in my seat, cheeks burning as I shot a look at the driver. “Keep it down, Gina.” She laughed, bright and carefree. “Why? There’s no shame in it. Plenty of people wait. Doesn’t mean you have to.” She rummaged in her bag, handed me a cherry lollipop, then unwrapped one for herself and slipped it between her lips. “The important thing is you’re finally going to experience it. I refuse to let my best friend head to college still untouched.” “Seriously, lower your voice,” I hissed, half-laughing despite the embarrassment. Gina grinned wider and raised her voice dramatically. “MARINA IS ABOUT TO GET LAID THIS NEW YEAR BREAK—” I slapped my hand over her mouth, giggling along with her. The idea sent a warm spark through me, but not for the reasons she thought. Yes, I planned to lose my virginity soon. But I seriously doubted she would approve if she knew exactly who I craved. Deep down, I understood why I had stayed untouched all this time. It wasn’t from lack of chances. It was because no one else measured up to the man who haunted my every fantasy. The car rolled to a stop in front of the grand entrance of the Derrick mansion. Gina bounced out with an excited squeal. I tucked the lollipop away and followed, the two of us racing up the wide stone steps just like we did when we were younger. “You’re going to adore the pool area during the new year break, Marina,” she called, her generous chest bouncing freely beneath her thin top. I matched her enthusiasm on the surface, but mine stemmed from something far more dangerous. “I need to use the bathroom real quick,” I told her once we stepped into the elegant foyer, marble floors gleaming under soft lights. Gina nodded and veered toward the glass doors leading outside. “Don’t take too long. I want to get in the water before Dad comes home from his meeting.” “Got it.” I had no intention of heading to the bathroom. “You still remember which room is yours, right?” she shouted over her shoulder. “Of course!” I remembered his room even better. It sat just two doors down from the one I always used, and that was exactly where my feet carried me. Heart racing, I hurried up the sweeping staircase and into the quiet hallway. I wasn’t sure what I hoped to achieve by sneaking in, but after two years of aching for him, I needed something tangible. Maybe one of his shirts. Or a pair of boxers I could press against myself later. His scent hit me the instant I reached his door—rich, masculine, with a hint of crisp cologne and something darker that made my skin tingle all over. I inhaled deeply, letting it flood my senses until my core pulsed with need. It felt like returning to the source of every late-night fantasy. My pulse hammered as I reached for the knob. I told myself I wasn’t hurting anyone. I only wanted to feel closer to him, to imagine his things against my most sensitive places. I could never actually have my uncle, no matter how desperately my body begged for it—but I could lose myself in what belonged to him. I would be fast. In and out in under two minutes. Grab something small and leave. I eased the door open without a sound, stepped inside, and stopped dead. Damien was there. All the blood rushed from my face as I took in the scene. He sat on the edge of his large bed, powerful legs spread wide, trousers shoved down to his knees. One strong hand wrapped around his thick c**k, stroking with slow, deliberate movements. My throat went dry. My p***y tightened so sharply I nearly lost my balance, a fresh wave of wetness soaking through my panties. His head was tilted back, eyes closed, full lips parted as soft, restrained groans escaped him. He was clearly trying to stay quiet, lost in his own pleasure. He hadn’t heard me enter. Not yet. My stare locked onto his hand and the impressive length he gripped. Veins stood out along the shaft, and clear precum glistened at the swollen tip, making the skin shine with each controlled stroke. It looked even bigger than I remembered—thick, heavy, and unmistakably powerful. I knew without doubt that it would stretch me to my limits and ruin me for anyone else. Every slow pump made it twitch and throb. His broad shoulders strained beneath his fitted shirt, muscles corded tight as if the pleasure bordered on pain. Low groans rumbled from his chest, raw and masculine. The sight sent electric shocks through me. My n*****s pebbled hard against my thin tank top. Fresh arousal slicked my folds, and all I could think about was dropping to my knees, taking him into my mouth, and finally worshipping the c**k I had craved for so long. Then his voice broke the silence—a strained, desperate whisper that nearly made my knees buckle. “Marina…” The lollipop slipped from my suddenly numb fingers and clattered loudly onto the hardwood floor. Damien’s eyes flew open. His head snapped toward the door, dark gaze slamming into mine with a mixture of shock and fierce intensity. The force of that look stole the air from my lungs. “s**t… I’m so sorry,” I stammered, voice barely above a whisper. I tried to look away. I really did. But the sight of his hand still curled around that massive, leaking c**k held me captive. My tongue darted out to wet my lips as a hungry tremor ran through my entire body. For a heartbeat, everything froze. Then his hand fell to the bed. His expression hardened, and his deep voice thundered through the room like a command. “Get out!”