Mine to Have: A Claimed Story (3 page)

I
t almost doesn’t seem
real. It’s too perfect, too right, and everything I’ve ever wanted.

Ever.

Even before my parents and grandparents died, I remember loving Uncle Max. Though my mom thought it was sweet and platonic, I always felt something deeper, something more. I just hoped that for once he’d see me as more than his niece, more than a kid...that he’d see me more like a woman.

From the moment I leave Uncle Max’s office, my body smolders with fire. My skin, blood, every nerve burns. I even run my hands over my skin, making sure the flames aren’t real, that I am not really burning. Though the heat isn’t evident to my own touch, it is on the inside.

I do as he says and go to the pool.

As I wait, my mind is full of questions.

Is this just a onetime thing?

Will he ever love me the way I love him?

What did he mean by a
lifetime
in his, no
our
suite?

Cindy’s towel is on the long chair, the one she’d left when Uncle Max told her to leave. Since mine was still in his office, I sit on hers, trying to mentally recreate what had just happened, what we’d done. Mindlessly, I pick up my phone, ready to call Cindy and tell my best friend everything, but then I stop. I want to keep it all inside, a secret that I’ll never share.

Even if this isn’t real, even if tomorrow Uncle Max looks at me like a pesky kid, as I sit by the pool, I declare to myself that I won’t regret anything. After all, I’ve been trying since I returned from college to get his attention. I’ve purposely worn skimpy things. I’ve consciously broken his rules. I’ve done anything I could think of.

The music was one of those things.

He’d said that when he was working at home that I needed to keep it quiet. I hadn’t.

Closing my eyes, I lick my lips as my heart races.

Holy shit! Uncle Max’s dick was in my mouth!

I gave him a blowjob. He came. I smiled. I gave him a good blowjob. It was my first, but I hope not my last.

As my heartbeat begins to settle, I hear the swishing of the glass door opening and closing. Lying back in the chair with my eyes shut, I’m unsure who it is. It could be one of the staff. But then, warm full lips brush mine and I smell him. Masculine and spicy. The scent of a man, a man who I’d just blown.

“Are you sleeping?” he asks. “Don’t tell me you’re already worn out.”

I open my eyes to his. Dark brown stares back at me as his hair blows in the late afternoon breeze.

“Uncle Max?”

He’s now sitting beside my legs, his bare chest leaning over me, over my tummy that still has his mark, his dried cum. “Yes?”

“It’s OK if it is. I’m old enough to handle it.” My pulse quickened. “Is this just a thing? A one-night stand?” I reach for his hand. “If it is, I still want it. I want you to do all the things you said. I want you to be my first. I always have. I want to give you my virginity.” My cheeks flush as I fight to keep my eyes on his. “That was my first ever blowjob. If it wasn’t good—“

Uncle Max cuts off my words with his mouth, his kiss claiming me while at the same time reassuring me. “Lace, I know this seems out of the blue, but it’s not.”

“It’s not?”

“I’ve always loved you, but in the last few months it’s changed. I’m consumed with you.”

I swallow. “Y-you do? You are?”

“I do. I love you. I don’t want to fuck you once. I don’t want to take your pussy and your ass and let you go.” His large hand cups my cheek, holding my gaze on his. “I want to have you every day and every night. You’re mine. I’ve tried to fight it, but I don’t give a fuck what the world says. We’re not really related. But goddamn it, Lace, I want to be.”

“Really?”

Reaching for my hand, Uncle Max helps me stand. “Let’s go swimming. When we’re in the pool, I’ll show you how much I want you, how I can love you.”

Though my eyes are fixed on his, I tear them away quickly to scan the pool deck. “What about...?”

“What, Lace? What about the staff? What about people seeing us together?”

“Yes.”

“If I have my way, you’ll be the most beautiful bride and mother in the world, and knowing the damn press, your picture will be on every magazine. As long as every fucker out there knows you’re mine, that I alone have you, I’m fine with that. What about you?”

Was that a proposal? I wasn’t sure. I knew I didn’t want to jinx it.

“Yes, Uncle Max, I’m great with that.”

I
never knew
I could cum so many times. I’m not sure why Uncle Max told me to put my bathing suit back on. Because once we were in the pool, I spent the entire time with my legs wrapped around his waist and his fingers in my cunt.

God, he has magical fingers and a magical tongue...and now I’m going to find out about his cock.

I let go of Uncle Max’s hand as we reach the door to his suite.

“Lace, are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure.”

His lips slide into a grin. “You’ve snuck in here? You’ve watched me shower?”

Bashfully I nod.

Uncle Max’s eyes sparkle. “Tonight is about fucking, but I see a spanking in your future. I think spying is a punishable offense.”

Why did that suddenly sound hot?

“Lace, I’m going to ask you this one more time,” Uncle Max says as he closes the outer door to his suite. The lock clicks, assuring no one would spy on us like I’d done to him. “I plan to make you mine in every way. Tell me now if you don’t want that.”

Though my throat feels suddenly dry, I swallow, square my shoulders, and recall the power I felt as I stroked his cock and made his head wobble. “I want it...all.”

Uncle Max takes a step closer, forcing me to back up. As he closes in step by step, my heart rate quickens until his broad chest collides with mine, moving me backward until my legs hit the side of the bed.

His voice is low, the tenor rumbling deep into my soul. “Remember that you said that. It is the last decision you get to make tonight.”

“It is?”

His lips brushed mine. “My beautiful Lace, I’m going to do my best to be gentle with you. I want your first time to be special.”

The swim trunks Uncle Max had worn during our swim are now dry, but they do even less than the jeans had done to hide his erection. How could they? There is no hiding a cock as big as his, not when it wants to come out to play.

I bravely reach for his dick, rubbing the heel of my palm over the protruding budge. “I know you said I don’t get any more decisions.” My tongue darted to my lip. “But if I did, I’d say don’t.”

“Don’t?” he asked.

“Don’t be gentle with me. I’ve dreamt of this. I’ve imagined this.” My hand continued to rub. “I want it.”

Four quick pulls of tiny strings and my bathing suit falls to the floor, leaving me totally bare. With one more step, I’m lying back on Uncle Max’s large king-sized bed. Spreading my legs, he kneels between my thighs. “One more taste. My tongue gets one more taste before my cock picks that ripe cherry.”

S
he doesn’t want
it gentle?

My mind is a blur of possibilities. Could she really be the woman of my dreams, right here in front of me all of this time? I inhale her scent.

Right under my nose?

I grin.

I thought it before. Now I know it! Lacy is mine. She was sent to me for a reason.

“Legs up on the mattress,” I say, as I lift her ankles, exposing her pussy. Pulling Lacy closer to the edge, I see her two holes, both waiting, wanting, pulsating with need. “You’re fucking drenched.” I can’t keep the smile from my voice. Seeing her there, cum dripping from her cunt, lubricating her asshole. There’s no doubt—she is perfect.

“You’re going to cum all over my face and then I’m going to let my cock join the party. I’ll take it slow at first. I want you to get used to me, to my size. But once you do, Lace, baby, you’ll be screaming my name.”

Her tits rise and fall with her shallow breaths.

“I’ll be crying uncle?” she asks with a quick-witted grin.

“Yes, baby, but I’m not stopping.”

I don’t hesitate another moment as I straighten my back, lean over her, and suck one of her hard nipples, swirling my tongue around the hard nub. I’ve dreamt about these fucking tits. I’ve imagined the way they’d fit in my hand. Having the pebbled nipple in my mouth is better than anything I’d imagined. Like the little slut she can be with me, as I want her comfortable enough to be with me, Lacy arches her back, pushing her tits toward me. Just before releasing it, I bite down. Hard enough to leave a mark, but not enough to break the skin.

“Oh!” she squeals. “Fuck!”

“That’s right, Lace, we’re gonna fuck.”

“You bit me.”

“Yes. You’re mine and every time you see one of my marks, you’ll remember that.”

Lacy reaches for my head and twisting her fingers through my hair, pulls me back to her tits. “Mark me. I’m yours.”

Fuck yes, she is. After giving each tit its needed attention I lean back, taking in the beauty of her cunt. Lacy’s head tilts back, exposing her long slender neck and I begin my post-dinner meal. Whatever the staff made, whatever we ate by candlelight on the pool’s deck is forgotten. I can’t get enough of her scent and taste. It’s like a fucking ice cream festival, except her cream is warm and sweeter than any damn Baskin and Robbins.

As Lacy’s hips writhe, pushing her harder against my tongue, I purposely rub the scruff of my tight beard over her thighs. More marks. Tomorrow when she walks, she’ll remember what we did. She’ll remember every whine and whimper as I mark and bring her to orgasm again and again.

Lacy’s toes curl as her fists grip the covers. I add my fingers to the mix, taking her cum and circling her tight hole. By the way she stiffens, I know this is new, something she’s never done, even to herself.

I like that. I fucking love being the first one to touch her here, the first one to stick my finger in her ass.

“Uncle!” she yells, as I inch one finger inside of her.

With my warm breath over her wet cunt, I laugh. “Baby, relax. My cock’s a lot bigger than that. Let me make it good.”

I sense her muscles relaxing as I up the assault to two fingers, in and out past the tight ring of muscles. My fingers and tongue create the rhythm. Before long, her hips rock to the same beat. Higher and higher I take her, until I bite her clit, pinching it just enough to send her over the edge.

Holy fucking shit. She squirts as I lap her cum. Over and over, I slurp and drink, taking her all in.

The pressure in my bathing suit is too much. “Scoot up on the bed more,” I direct her.

With her eyes closed, she says, “I-I don’t think I can move.”

I shake my head. “Oh, no. Lace, this night has only begun.”

With my suit now on the floor with Lacy’s, I help her move up until her head is on my pillows, her gorgeous blonde hair creates a halo as she stares at me with her beautiful turquoise eyes. I crawl over her, my knees spreading her legs wider and wider.

With my chest on hers and my arms beside her face, I line the crown of my cock against her pussy’s entrance. “Reach for my cock, Lace. Grab a hold and take it to you, guide it.”

She doesn’t hesitate as the warmth of her fingers surrounds me, sending shockwaves from my cock to my brain. I fucking need to be in her, but I want her to have some control.

“That’s it, Lace, move your hips.”

“A-are you sure it’ll fit?”

“I’m sure, baby,” I say as she takes just the tip inside of her. Her cum makes her slick, perfect as I glide just a little inside.

“Move with me.”

Inch by inch, we move together. She’s so fucking tight. I’ve never felt anything this amazing. I can’t even fathom what it will be like to fuck her ass. In and out. I watch her face as she adjusts to my size, slowly allowing her cunt to stretch. When I meet resistance, I know I’m there.

“Lace, this will hurt for only a second.”

She nods, understanding what I’m saying. Like ripping off a Band-Aid, I thrust, picking her cherry and burying myself in the glove of her warm, wet, virginal cunt.

“Are you OK?” I ask, wiping a tear from her cheek.

She nods again. “Keep moving. I like when I feel you.”

“Oh, you’re going to feel me.”

I try to move slow, try to take it easy, even though she told me not to. But I can’t. She is too fucking wet, too tight, too perfect. My cock is in heaven and the friction is beyond anything I’ve ever known.

In and out.

I reach between us and circle her clit. Within seconds, the added attention has my Lacy convulsing around me. Her pussy milks me as sweat covers her skin and she screams my name.

“Oh, fuck! Uncle Max!”

I don’t stop. I can’t. I keep moving—no more gentle. I’m slamming into her, my full length splitting her open. By the way her nails bite into my shoulders and her back arches, by the way her lips create a combination of ‘Ohs’ and ‘Ahs,’ I know she’s as into it as I am.

I look down to where we’re connected. It’s a beautiful sight. With each thrust out, I see my cock covered in her cum and cherry coating. With each thrust in, it’s as if we were meant to be one. The more and more I drive, in and out, the more she responds, riding the wave to the precipice. And then for the third time since we entered my suite, she begins to stiffen.

“This time, we’re cumming together. Get ready,” I say, feeling my own pressure build.

“Fuck!” I roar as my cock explodes, filling Lace with my cum.

After a few more grunts, I collapse on top of her and my dick continues to spurt and convulse. I don’t want to move or take it out. I know I didn’t use protection. I also doubt she’s on birth control. And I don’t give a fuck.

Three years ago we lost our family.

Now it’s time to start again.

I’m ready to have what we lost.

Lace and I are family—we always have been. Now it will be more.

Besides, the beautiful, exhausted woman below me is mine to have.

I’m taking all of her.