บททั้งหมดของ My Daddy and Uncles: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

“Why do we need to leave so early?” I asked, yawning as I fumbled with my seat belt. Struggling to fasten it while half-asleep, I was startled when his warm hand touched mine, securing the belt for me. He kissed my forehead.“I have a flight at 4,” he said, starting the engine. I hummed in response and closed my eyes. Though it was still morning, we hadn’t gone to bed early.“If you want, you can sleep, baby,” he said, adding, “It’ll still take us about 4 hours to reach the airport.” I yawned and closed my eyes to get more sleep. Despite the nice place, the noise of insects and the uncomfortable treehouse made it hard to rest.“I know you didn’t get much sleep,” he said, caressing my forehead, and I melted at his touch. The cold wind kissed my face as the early morning view unfolded. The sky, painted in delicate hues of pink and gold, shifted from the deep blues of night. Mist hung low over the landscape, giving it a soft, ethereal quality. The first rays of sunlight filtered through

The sky outside the hotel window shifted into a stunning blend of orange and deepening black as the sun slipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow that wrapped around everything. The mountains in the distance loomed, their green outlines fading into shadow. Inside, the air was thick with our quickening breaths—a palpable mix of excitement and intimacy that felt electric.She was on top of me, moving in a way that felt both wild and tender. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer as we surrendered to the moment. Each movement felt like a heartbeat shared, a connection that went beyond words. The heat of her skin against mine sent shivers through me, and each soft gasp was a testament to the pleasure we were creating together.Her long hair fell around her face, damp with sweat, framing her features and highlighting both her strength and vulnerability. I traced the curves of her body, feeling the thrill of her excitement and the tension that built with every movement. Outside

Alina POVI felt a sudden coldness brushing against my bare skin, pulling me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open, meeting the heavy silence of darkness. The room was cloaked in shadow, with only a single candle flickering softly near the dressing table.“Uncle…” I murmured, my voice slow and uncertain.“Uncle?” I called again, louder this time, scanning the room, trying to find him.“Here, baby,” came his calm voice from the direction of the balcony.I turned toward it. His silhouette came into view, seated in the armchair just beyond the candlelight. A faint red glow lit his face—he was holding a cigarette, taking a slow drag. I sighed, a wave of relief washing over me. For a second, I thought I was in danger. But hearing his voice and seeing him there, so calm, soothed the fear that had crept into my chest.“No light?” I asked, wrapping the blanket tighter around my body as I walked toward him. I climbed onto his lap without hesitation, seeking his warmth.He took one last drag from

My fingers traced the soft curve of her body as she slept, the morning sun slipping through the curtain and casting a golden glow over her bare skin. She looked like a dream and I couldn't stop my hand- it's moved on his own, caressing the warmth of her milky skin, like it had memorized every inch of her.“You didn't get enough” She murmured, half sleep turning to face the other side. Her voice was teasing, drowsy, but I caught the flicker of smile on her lips.I chuckled, my palm gently cupping her breasts, my fingers brushing over the soft peak of her nipples. “ I never get enough of you" I whispered, My lips brushing her ear. “ I could spend the whole day inside you and still feel like I haven't had my fill.Her body tensed slightly, her thighs pressing together around me with that delicious pressure, like her body answered before her words could.“Uncle….” She took a sharp breath and added" You had me all the night" Her words were barely a protest, more like a breathless invitatio

Alina’s POVThe smell of roasted vegetables and chicken pie filled the kitchen, but I couldn’t focus on any of it. My leg throbbed under the table—still sore from last night. I shifted in my seat, trying not to let it show. Every time I moved, I could still feel Uncle Harrison—his hands, his weight, his love—etched into my body like a memory I couldn’t shake. A mix of ache and warmth that lingered deep in my skin.Dad sat across from me, watching me closely, his fork paused mid-air. He looked at my plate, then at my limp, and finally at my neck. I could feel it coming.“You’ve got that rash again,” he said, eyes narrowing. “Looks worse than last time. You sure it’s just your allergies?”I touched my neck quickly, as if that would somehow hide the truth. The marks were still tender. They weren’t from allergies. But I couldn’t exactly tell him the real reason.“It’s just the shampoo or something,” I said too fast. “I think it flared up when I was out of town.”Dad didn’t look convinced.