Chapter 3

Dante.

Seeing Layla run into her room embarrassed excited me in more ways than it should. I groaned, running a hand through my hair as blood rushed down there. She was so beautiful, with big doe eyes and long black hair that I wanted to see splayed against my pillow as I fucked her seven ways to Sunday. The fact that she was my niece did nothing to dampen the sexual attraction I had for her.

Finishing up the cup of apple juice she had left at the counter, I rinsed it and kept it away. I had brought a woman home because I couldn't stop myself from thinking about her and her soft beautiful body. Still, all that rounds of fucking did nothing to alleviate the sexual desire I was feeling. It was her I wanted and no one else. It was no surprise that she would go to her room to masturbate and it was only a matter of time before I joined her, watching as she pleasured herself, screaming my name. The sight was intoxicating as fuck.

Her parents would be home tomorrow, and hell will be let loose if they found out what was going on between Uncle and niece but they didn't need to know that. For now, I should just enjoy what had been placed in front of me. With that thought in my head, I climbed up the stairs, making sure to keep my steps light so she doesn't hear me approaching. Nearing her door, I waited with a bated breath as her soft moans began to filter through. They sounded like music to my ears.

I gingerly reached for the doorknob and turned it open. Luckily for me, it wasn't locked. If it was, it meant I would have to climb the tree close to her window and watch her. It was dangerous but it made it so exciting. Quietly opening it, I saw Layla splayed on the bed, legs apart and her fingers deep into her creamy pussy. Her soft perky breasts were out and she looked out of her mind with pleasure as her hair was sticking to her face.

My throat dried and I felt myself grow painfully hard. God, this is better than anything I could ever imagine. Swallowing, I dipped my hands into my briefs and began to stroke myself, moving in tune of her moans. It wasn't long for me to approach the edge and I had to clench my teeth to stop myself from groaning out. Warm sticky fluid coated my fingers and I was trembling hard. I looked through the opening and saw she had orgasmed as well, the portion of the bed already wet with her juices. If only I could lick it all up.

I quickly left her door and went back to my room. That would have to do for today, I couldn't risk getting caught by her. Laying back on the bed, I counted the hours till the next morning, knowing I would be haunted by layla throughout.

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As expected, I couldn't get any sleep. Even when I did, it was to dreams of me balls deep into layla's pussy, fucking the hell out of her. I had to masturbate twice and bath with freezing water to be able to calm myself. When layla came down for breakfast, she has eyebags underneath her eyes. It could only mean one thing. She didn't get any sleep as well.

"Good morning." She groaned, her voice groggy and her hair still messy.

"Good morning yourself." I murmured as I took a sip of my coffee, staring at her as I leaned against the counter. She looked at me, a frown gracing her lips.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" She asked, her eyes narrowing in displeasure. I could only chuckle, images of her breathless last night, replaying in my head.

"Nothing." I finally murmured, wiping all smile on my face. "What would you like to eat?"

"I don't know. Anything?"

"Egg and bacon it is."

"Egg and bacon?! We have that everyday!" She protested.

"You said anything." I snapped back, my voice tinged with anger. She folded her arms, pouting. A bit mad at myself for making her angry, I decided to appease her. "I'll make something else. What about pancakes?" I suggested.

"That's better." She muttered, a half smile on her face and her cheeks was stained with color. Pleased, I brought out the ingredients for pancakes and began to prepare them.

Her phone rang and before long she was picking it up and speaking to whoever was on the line. It turned out to be her parents and whatever they had to say wasn't good as her smile was starting to get wiped off replaced by a nasty frown.

"What do you mean, you won't be coming home from your trip today?! You're going for another vacation?!" She yelled, peeved. I glanced back at her, slightly worried about her outburst but also needing to pay attention to what I was doing.

"Okay, fine. I've heard." She mumbled, suckling before hanging up and placing her head on the dining table. I finished making a batch of pancakes before going to meet her.

"What happened?" I asked, gently stroking her hair to remove it from her face. She looked up at me and there was already tears in her eyes. The sight hurt me more than I would care to admit.

"It's my parents. All of a sudden they won't be coming home anymore as they decided to go on another vacation that would last them two weeks. Two weeks!!"

Not understanding why that was making so angry, I carefully asked. "Is that why you're so upset?"

"Why wouldn't I be? Isn't it common decency to inform your children about your plans before you embark on them. They should have let me known they would go on a vacation before hand instead of breaking it it me like this! Their reason? Your uncle is around and he can take care of you." She mimicked the last sentence and I had to bite my lips to keep myself from laughing out loud.

"Well, you are an adult and they're right, I can take of you." I said, smiling down at her. I hadn't meant for my words to be sexual but when I saw her lips part slightly and the spark in her eyes, I was suddenly overcome with the urge to kiss her and claim her on the dining table there and then.

"Well, now that I think about it, it's not that bad..." She muttered trailing off, her cheeks stained pink. I cleared my throat, placing the pancakes in front of her and walking away to the cooker. Dirty thoughts, get out of my head.

We continued in silence for a while, with me thinking about the implications of her parents not being around. It meant I get to do whatever I wanted and although I liked the idea of fucking random women, the one I really wanted was just inches away from me and it was driving me crazy.

"What are your plans for today?" Layla suddenly asked and I looked back at her while frying my own pancakes.

"Seeing if I can get a job. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know. I just wanted to know what you'll be doing today."

"Do you have a surprise waiting for me?" I said as I went to seat. She scoffed, but her eyes were saying something else.

"Who knows. I might keep spiders in your room, while I wait for you to come home." She teased, chuckling afterwards.

"You wouldn't dare." I growled back but she only laughed harder. Her soft laughter made my heart giddy and I only wanted to hear more of it. I quickly finished my meal and donned on my jacket. " I'm heading out now. Don't miss me too much." I said before walking out the door.

"Bye Dante!" I heard her call behind me and I grinned. I really couldn't wait to be back to that house.

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After hours of walking around and trying to look for a job without any success, I returned back home disgruntled. In this small town, there wasn't any vacancy of any sort and I was already low on cash. If it wasn't for layla's parents, I don't know where I would be. Speaking of Layla, it was late in the evening and time for me to return home. I wondered what she was up to.

I drove my truck to the garage and stepped out, heading straight to the house. Knocking once and twice, and not getting any reply, I pushed the door open and walked in. Layla wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Layla?" I called out but heard no reply. Isn't she in the house? But the lights are still on. Confused, I marched up the stairs and made it to her room, swinging the door open. I made a mistake, I should have knocked first.

Layla was sitting on her bed, facing the full length mirror as she was fucking herself with a dildo, completely naked. I stood there, transfixed. What the hell!?

Oblivious to my presence, she continued to fuck herself, my name on her lips. She soon came, her legs trembling and her juices spilling out of her. My dick immediately got hard but I held on. I waited till she calmed down and noticed my presence.

Her eyes grew wide, the dildo still lodged deep in her. "Dante?"