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My Uncle Pounded Me on the Kitchen Counter While His Wife Slept Upstairs
He might be married to my mother’s sister, but that night, his cock belonged to me.
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“Lainey! We’re so glad to see you.”
My aunt enveloped me in a big hug that was the tiniest bit smothering. She was a big woman, tall and broad and overweight, and I was half her size maybe. Immediately I chastised myself for my thoughts. Mary was my favorite aunt, and she’d always been good to me.
A visit to her house was just the antidote for a broken heart that I needed right now.
“Look John, Lainey is finally here.”
My uncle gave me a friendly smile and I wrapped my arms around him to give him a quick hug. I hadn’t seen him in a few years, not since I went away to college. He’d come to my going-away party, but that was nearly three years ago now.
For some reason this hug felt different from my aunt’s — it made me the tiniest bit tingly.
Uncle John was quite a good-looking guy, a total silver fox. Even though he was in his late forties, the same as Aunt Mary, he still had a great body. I knew from my periodic texts with my aunt that he’d discovered…