Filthy Uncle To Go: A Forbidden Romance

by S. C. Adams

  After all, little Emily was born, and that’s when the ice began to thaw. My mother and father looked into their new granddaughter’s baby blue eyes, and they couldn’t help but fall in love. Although things aren’t totally back to normal yet, Leanne and Michael adore Emily, and will occasionally babysit for her. They’ve even said a grudging hello to Drake in passing, and acknowledge his presence, which is more than I expected.

  I gently caress my husband’s back as we share an intense kiss. Slowly, he eases his stiff cock inside my soaking wet pussy, causing me to gasp. Then, he pushes my legs back as he strokes deep inside of me. His blue eyes still make my heart pound inside of my chest, and I gaze into them deeply as we make love. Gently, he rubs my clit as he hits my G-spot and I try to stifle my groans, but it’s impossible.

  “Ohhh!” I moan throatily. “You feel so good, Daddy!”

  Dark streaks decorate his cheekbones as he enters me again and again, filling me with that stiffness.

  “Yes, baby,” he growls. “Enjoy it. Take it all.”

  I squeal again, so close to the edge, but my husband’s not done yet. Slowly, he pulls all the way out and I gasp upon seeing the slippery rod, pulsing with veins. Then he lowers the tip and presses gently against my dark hole.

  “Can you handle this tonight?” he murmurs against my throat. “You know how much I like it.”

  It’s true. Drake introduced me to the pleasures of anal, and now, we engage in back door sex on the regular. Like a little whore, I lift my knees up by my ears, and roll my pelvis up so that my brown buttonhole winks at him.

  “Of course I can handle it,” I invite throatily, flexing my anus at him. “This is all yours, Daddy.”

  With that, Drake presses against the sensitive pleats, and at first, there’s no movement. But he’s gentle, and soon my sphincter releases with an audible pop and he slides all the way in.

  “Fuck baby girl. You’re such a butt slut you know that? Taking Daddy in one stroke.”

  I merely giggle while clenching my rectum.

  “Oooh, but I like it,” I hum. “Mmm, do me deep, Daddy.”

  With that, the sensual session continues. Drake takes me thoroughly, and soon the deep penetration has turned into a frenzied pounding. We both cry out with ecstasy, and suddenly I soar over the edge.

  “Daddy!” I scream. “Oh, I love you!”

  He moans again before jerking and spurting.

  “I love you too, sweetheart,” he rasps, pumping my bottom full of virility. “Always, baby girl.”

  We moan and convulse some more, our bodies pulsing with coordinated energy as love encircles us. But eventually everything ends, and soon we drift back to Earth, our bodies sheened in sweat. Drake sees my look of concentration and he frowns before kissing my lips.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks. “That was amazing.”

  “It’s nothing,” I sigh. “I’m just thinking about losing a few pounds, that’s all,” I say.

  “What? Why?” he asks.

  I smile ruefully, pinching my tummy.

  “Well, I’ve gained some weight since having Emily, and I want to slim down to the size that I was before,” I say.

  My husband shakes his head, those blue eyes flaring. Drake’s still so gorgeous that sometimes, I have trouble believing that I’m married to him.

  “You look beautiful just the way you are, baby girl. You don’t need to lose a single pound,” he declares as he gazes into my eyes.

  “You really think so?” I ask.

  “Yeah, and in fact, I think you would look great with an extra fifty pounds.”

  “Fifty?” I ask as I laugh. “That’s a lot of extra weight, babe. I mean, that’s really a huge number.”

  “I know,” Drake says, his eyes gleaming. “But you’d be extra-sexy, honey.” Still, I’m skeptical.

  “You really would want to see me fifty pounds heavier?” I ask incredulously.

  “Yup, without a doubt,” he nods. “I love that we have a daughter together, honey, and being a father of one baby makes me want to have a few more. The reason I want you to put on an extra fifty pounds is because I want us to have another child stat.”

  “You do?” I ask, blinking and startled. “But we just had Emily!”

  He grins.

  “I know, but I want us to have a huge family,” he says. “I didn’t have any siblings growing up, and at times, it got pretty lonely. I want Emily to have brothers and sisters to play with, and that’s something that I always admired about the Millers too. Your family is close, and I want that for myself too.”

  I gently stroke his arm.

  “My family will accept us again. Just give them time, Drake. It hasn’t been that long.”

  He nods, his blue eyes flaring.

  “I know, sweetie, but in the meantime, I want to make my own family with you.”

  His words fill me with joy because being a mother has completely changed my life. I took some time off from Marymount to have Emily, and have never regretted it. I’ll go back to school one day, but obviously that time isn’t now. Drake wants children, and I’m only too happy to give them to him.

  “Yes,” I whisper before leaning in for a kiss. “I want to have more babies too. Fill me up with your love, oh husband of mine.”

  With that, my gorgeous man pushes me back on the mattress and seizes my mouth in an adoring kiss. After all, we may have torn the Millers asunder, but everything will heal eventually. In the meantime, Mr. Morgan wants babies, and I’m going to give them to the handsome man because that’s what I want too.

  THE END

  Curious what happens next? Then grab an extended epilogue that takes place five years in the future where Jenna and Drake enjoy one another. It’s filth at its very best! Pick up the scene here.

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  Sneak Peek: Dirty Coach To Go

  Tessa’s had a crush on her softball coach for ages, but the handsome man doesn’t know.

  The aroma of freshly baked bagels swirls in the air. I inhale the delicious scent and can’t help but smile. Sure, working in a shop called the Bagel Bunch isn’t my ideal summer job, but hey, at least I get all the free bagels I want. Plus, I get to work beside my best friend Nicole the entire summer, so it’s pretty much a win.

  Right now, the wave of customers who usually rush in at the crack of dawn to purchase their first meal of the day has subsided, leaving Nicole and I alone in the empty breakfast eatery. Her crystal blue eyes are as bright as a sunny sky as she probes me for answers about the year I just spent away at college.

  “So, how was it living on campus? Tell me all about it! I need to know everything,” she gushes as she awaits my answer like a child waiting to hear a bedtime story. She acts like my experience at Trinity University was some sort of fairytale, but I get it. While I was away from home, my best friend was stuck here. Nicole’s still in Sunnyside taking classes at Evergreen Community College, and wondering about the big world out there. I don’t have the heart to tell her that I didn’t enjoy my freshman year away nearly as much as she thinks. I would hate to crush her fantasy about what it’s like to be a co-ed at a four-year university, so I lie a little so as not to pop her bubble.

  “It was pretty cool. The food there was my favorite part. Freshmen get unlimited meals in the cafeteria, so I’m pretty sure I gained the freshman fifteen,” I laugh. It’s true – I did put on some weight, but I don’t mind. I’ve always been kind of curvy, so a couple of extra pounds won’t hurt me.

  “I think you look great!” my friend says as she admires my curves. “I’m still a stick. I wish I had your shape. Maybe I need to go away for a year too so that I can gain a few pounds.”

  “You look beautiful the way you are,” I reassure her. I’m surprised Nicole’s considering gaining weight. Most girls our age are joining gimmick gyms and going on silly crash diets, but then again, the grass is always greener.

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sp; Besides, it’s true that Nicole is gorgeous the way she is. She’s never had trouble getting guys. In fact, boys used to drool over the long-legged blonde in high school, and her model-thin figure can’t weigh more than one hundred and twenty pounds. She’s always been skinny, which is why I’m shocked to hear her admit she’s a bit envious of my recent weight gain.

  “Everything you wear hugs your body just right,” she gushes. “Look at how different we look in the same exact uniform.” She tugs at the brown polo shirt that reads Bagel Bunch on the back with a tiny bagel on the front breast pocket. “Your curves look awesome, while I look like a streetlight in this gross brown shirt.” I giggle and shake my head at my slightly over dramatic bestie.

  “We’re shaped different, but we’re both total babes, and don’t you forget it,” I say with a wink.

  “Speaking of total babes,” she says. The sparkle in her eyes returns. “I bet there were lots of hotties at Trinity, weren’t there?”

  I honestly don’t know how to answer that question. I mean, I’m sure there were a lot of attractive guys on campus, but none of them caught my eye. I went to a few frat parties, met the usual beer-chugging Greeks, and even stumbled across a couple of jocks who evinced interest in me, but my relationships with them are strictly on a friend basis.

  I didn’t date anyone all year long. I just couldn’t see myself with any of the young college boys my age. They’re way too immature for me because someone else has been on my mind. Someone who makes me feel special, like I’m a real princess. I couldn’t get him out of my head if I tried, but then again, I don’t want to. And now that I’m back in town for the summer, I’m secretly hoping I get a chance to see him again.

  “Well?” Nicole asks, interrupting my train of thought.

  “Yeah, there were some hotties,” I respond halfheartedly.

  She squeals like an excited pig.

  “You’re so lucky, Tessa! It must have been amazing having a dorm room you could bring boys back to. I’m still sneaking guys in and out of my house through my basement window,” she says ruefully. I roll my eyes. Nicole spent our entire senior year secretly letting Tommy Rogers slip in through the tiny opening, and it’s a little sad that she’s still up to the same shenanigans. Even more incredible is that her parents never found out, and apparently are still unaware of Nicole’s basement sexcapades.

  “Well, to be honest,” I say. “I didn’t do much hooking up.” The truth was, I didn’t do any. Boys in their late teens with faces covered in acne kind of gross me out. And don’t get me started on how promiscuous male adolescents can be. My school was like a cesspool of horny young men trying to hump anything that walked. To me, that was even more disgusting than their acne prone skin. I want a one-woman kind of man, not an underage clown striving to be the next Casanova.

  “Why not?” Nic whines. Luckily, her question can go unanswered because a hungry patron’s just entered the store.

  “Good morning,” I chirp like a bird singing early in the wee hours. Perfect timing. I can’t let my best friend know the real reason I’ve avoided the guys on campus.

  “Good morning,” our customer replies, her face stressed and her voice a bit monotone. “Can I have a bagel with light cream cheese?”

  “Would you like that toasted, ma’am?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she says in a clipped tone.

  “Coming right up,” I say as I make my way over to the scrumptious bagels encased in a large storage container. I can see from the corner of my eye that Nicole is waiting for the order to be completed so that we can continue our conversation. She’s eager to learn everything there is to know about living on campus. But I hate to let her down because honestly, I didn’t enjoy my freshman year that much and quite often found myself homesick. Nicole would have thrived in my place. The social butterfly would have joined every club on campus, pledged a sorority, and dated every Tom, Dick, and Harry that came her way.

  Clearly, not only are our bodies shaped different, but our personalities are different as well. She’s far more outgoing than I am. In high school, she was the captain of the cheerleading team and the president of our class. She was the pretty, popular girl everyone wanted to be friends with. By contrast, my high school experience was much different. I wasn’t popular; in fact, I was a bit of an outcast. I was the klutz who was always picked last in gym class. Although I don’t have an athletic bone in my body, I worked up the courage to try out for the softball team. Everyone who goes to Sunnyside High has to play at least one sport, so I couldn’t sit out.

  So yes, I only played a sport in order to graduate, but it’s okay because softball brought me closer to the one person who has always believed in me. The man who makes my knees go weak and my insides turn moist. I’ll never forget him: Coach.

  I spread a thin layer of cream cheese onto the flavorful, crispy bagel. I take my time, hoping Nicole will forget to ask about the unappealing boys who paraded around campus as if they were God’s gift to women. I smear the soft white cheese more quickly once I realize the once expressionless customer is now tapping her foot with a slightly annoyed look on her face. I want to avoid Nicole’s inquiries, but I’d hate to upset a customer. I package the toasted bagel into a brown paper bag and hand it to the anxious woman. In return, she tosses five dollars onto the counter.

  “Keep the change,” she says curtly before dashing out of the door. It slams behind her, leaving Nicole and I alone again.

  “Sheesh, she was in a hurry,” I joke, avoiding eye contact with my friend, but Nic knows me far too well. She can see right through my ploy.

  “You’re not still hung up on the same guy from high school, are you?”

  I pretend shock although of course I am, and of course she can tell. I hate lying to her, so instead, I’ve always chosen another route when it comes to my secret crush: complete silence.

  I turn away from Nic’s interrogating stare, but she grabs my shoulders and looks deep into my brown eyes. “You are! Seriously Tessa, you liked him during high school and wouldn’t even tell me his name! Who is this guy that you can’t leave behind?”

  I can’t tell my gal pal the name of the man who has left me completely lovestruck because if she knew, she’d freak out. Everyone in Sunnyside would. My feelings for him shouldn’t exist, but they do, and even being away hasn’t made them dissipate. If anything, his absence in my life has only made my heart grow fonder.

  It sucks not being able to share the truth with Nicole, but she’d probably think I’m foolish. She would think my affection for him is just a silly crush, but it’s far more than that. I cherish our relationship, even though it’s not a romantic one. In fact, if we ever did become romantically involved, we’d be the talk of our small town. I mean, what kind of softball coach dates his former student? I’m eighteen, and it’s not like I’m at Sunnyside anymore, but our close-knit neighborhood would be in an uproar if that kind of a scandal broke out.

  After all, it’s wrong to fantasize about a relationship with Coach Mason, but the way he used to look into my eyes as he showered me with words of encouragement made my heart skip several beats. He always knew exactly what to say when I was feeling down. His smile alone brightened my day. I would fix myself up, brushing my soft curls behind my ear every time I passed him in the hallway, and he would flash that charming grin, sending butterflies fluttering throughout my stomach.

  The softball team was made up of over twenty girls, nineteen of whom were far more athletic than I was. But Coach always made me feel important, like I was his number one player. There were times when I thought his feelings ran deeper for me than those of a mentor uplifting his outfielder. Sometimes I’d catch him looking at me as if there was something he wanted to say, like he was fighting back his own feelings as well.

  But who am I kidding? He was the athletic director at my high school. The only feelings he had for me were appropriate ones, and nothing more. But still, a girl can dream.

  “He’s no one,” I mumble.

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nbsp; “I’m going to find out who this guy is one day, Tessa. Just you wait and see,” Nic says with a sly smirk on her face. I hope she never does; I hope no one ever does.

  The glass door swings open again, but this time in comes a familiar face. It’s Bobby Frazier. He’s tall and brawny with a freckles and a leer. I’ve never thought he was anything, but Nicole pinches me in excitement. She thinks Bobby is one of the hottest guys at Sunnyside. He is handsome, don’t get me wrong, but he’s completely not my type. He’s just another cocky teenage boy with his head stuck up his ass.

  “Hey ladies,” he cackles as he approaches the counter.

  “Hi, Bobby!” Nicole sings with far more enthusiasm in her voice than she’s had with any other customer all morning. “Long time no see.”

  “Yeah, it’s been awhile. How have you been, Tessa?” he asks as he looks me up and down, making me feel like a juicy steak on a plate. He never looked at me like this when we were in school together. I’m completely caught off guard by the way he’s ogling me right now, but honestly, I’m a little turned off too.

  “Pretty great. How about you?” I ask politely.

  “I’m good. Freshman year kicked my ass, but hey, I survived,” he says.

  “Yeah? What school did you go to? I remember a lot of the top schools wanted you to play football for them,” Nicole interjects.

  “I ended up choosing Bowman University. Our team is number two in the country. I’m so good that I’ll probably go pro in another year,” he brags while managing to keep his eyes on me. The way he’s gloating right now, you’d think he was staring at himself in a mirror and falling deeply in love with his own reflection. “Where did you girls end up going?”

  Nicole’s face turns slightly crimson. “I’m at Evergreen right now,” she admits.