It’s every man’s fantasy. Fuck that! It’s my fantasy. I’ll kill any other man who has fantasies about my niece, rip them apart, limb by limb. “Come here,” I demand. As Lacy starts to stand, I correct her. “No, Lacy, stay on your knees. Crawl to me.” Her cheeks flush as her turquoise eyes look down and then back up, questioning me through her long lashes. She seems to be considering what I’m telling her to do, her mind fighting what we both know is proper and what our bodies crave. I know it isn’t just mine, not just my dick that wants to slide into her warm, wet cunt, because I can smell her desire. Moments earlier, as she turned her ass toward me wiping the floor, I saw the wetness on the crotch of her bathing suit. It isn’t from the pool; if it were, it wouldn’t be a different shade than the rest of her suit. If it were from the pool, her slender thighs wouldn’t glisten as they slide nervously over one another.
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