EroticReverie

*commissioned*

Andrew

After fucking her I let her take a shower while I go downstairs and fix myself a drink. Micah is oblivious, on the couch, scrolling through big breasted instagram hotties with the tv blasting.  

After Callie showers, I take my turn and find myself in the shower a bit longer than normal, with the scent of her body wash in the steam already in the bathroom, I close my eyes and manage to jerk myself off, and cum again thinking about her. How fucking hot and cute she is. Closing my eyes, imagining her hot little mouth, and the sounds that come from it when I fuck her, or eat her perfect fucking pussy. 

I go to my bedroom and close the door, and being that it's late and I've cum almost half a dozen times in the last hour , I turn on my bedside lamp, turn off the main light in my bedroom and put on my reading glasses and lean up in bed, grabbing the history book I'm reading. And end up falling asleep, book in hand.

Callie

I stay in my room as he showers, and hear him go to his room. I wait, wondering if he'll come back for me, back for more. I chew my lip then grab my phone and want to so badly tell my friend Mira about what has happened this past week. But I can't. There's nobody I can share this with. 

I play a few games on my phone and then set in on the night stand, then pull my covers up over myself, wearing a pair of purple lilac panties and an oversize plain white t shirt, that's ratty and worn with little holes near the neck and a few near the bottom. It's my favorite shirt to sleep in, which is why the fabric is worn so thin. 

I lay in bed and think about the past week, think about all my time staying here. Wondering if my uncle had wanted to fuck me the entire time, if he wanted to fuck me even before coming to stay with him. I think about all the boyfriends I've had, and how sex with them, did not at all compare to sex with my Uncle Andrew. 

Part of me wondered why that was. Was it experience? Was it the forbidden aspect?  Was it because he made me feel sexy with the way he craved my body? Was it because his cock was the biggest one I'd ever had? I licked my lips feeling the heat rise between my legs as I thought of him. 

I groaned to myself, frustrated, and rolled to my side, huffing and letting the side of my head fall hard into the pillow as I used my hands to fluff it beneath my head afterward and squirmed trying to get comfortable. 

But I couldn't sleep. 

I laid there, thinking about how he had kissed me when it was soft and gentle, the way he called me baby and told me that we'd made love. I felt my heart race and cursed myself and shook my head. 

"so stupid" I muttered to myself. 

Then I thought about how he fucked me hard, and dirty, and said those things about Micah and my dad, about how I'd let them fuck me. I thought about him calling me a slut. I whimpered again.

But my mind went back to the softer parts. The way his hands held my face as he kissed me, the way his fingertips barely brushed my skin, sending goosebumps all over my skin as he called me baby again and again. 

Why hadn't he come for me again yet? Did he go to sleep? Without even saying goodnight? I could feel myself already being an idiot, expecting him to treat me like something more than his niece, more than his fuck toy. 

I laid in bed until I heard Micah turn off the tv and go the small office room on the other side of the house, which was now his bedroom for the rest of summer. Uncle Andrew has moved his desk and computer and things to either the living room or his bedroom. 

I waited and waited, and stretched my legs and moved them against each other under the blanket as I fidgeted trying to make myself tired. 

I was realizing not only had I been missing sex, but I also missed cuddling, and falling asleep next to someone , even if it was for a nap. It'd been a long time since I'd cuddled with someone or slept beside someone, the last person was my ex, who I broke up with in the beginning of the year. Which was 6 months ago.  I was craving contact on another level. 

I laid in bed debating on how stupid I'd look , going into my uncles room to ask him to just hold me, or play with my hair. He'd probably laugh in my face and then bend me over and fuck me. Which wouldnt be terrible, but it wasn't what I wanted most right now. 

But I decided it was worth a shot.  So I pushed my covers off and quietly made my way to his room. 

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Andrew

The little creak of the door had me lifting my head, blinking my eyes sleepily, my book falling from my hand and to the floor as I looked up and saw Callie standing in my doorway. 

"Oh, sorry, I...I thought you were awake" she says. "I saw the light on." 

She turns. "I'll let you go back to sleep." she says quietly as she pulls the door. 

"Callie" I whisper loudly and the door stops and then opens again. 

She peeks her head in, her hair piled up ontop of her head, little piece of hair framing her gorgeous face. 

"Yea?" she asks, slipping in the door slightly, and I take in her bare legs and the oversized shirt she wears, and the way those sexy nipples of hers are hard and poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. 

"What'd you want?" I ask, taking my glasses off and setting them on the side table, pushing myself up from slouching , my covers still covering me from the waist down. 

She shakes her head. 

"Nothing, I....nothing...I'll see you in the morning." she says and goes to leave again.

"Callie." I say her name again, cause I can see something on her face, like she has a question or something she had come to say. 

She pauses again and looks at me. 

I pat the spot on the bed beside me. 

I see the slight little flicker of light in her eyes and the small smile she fights as she bites that damned lip of her. 

She steps in quietly, closing the door, and then walks over to the bed and then crawls up onto it and then next to me. 

"So why'd you come to my room?" I ask her.

"I just couldnt sleep." she says. 

I smile slightly and lift the covers, and she lifts her legs towards herself and then slides them under the covers, and I dont miss her peeking under the blanket to see me naked, but she doesnt say anything. 

"Why couldnt you sleep?" I ask her.

She shrugs and looks down as she picks at the blanket. 

"I ...I dont know...it's just stupid." she says shaking her head. 

"I'm sorry I woke you up" she says and turns as if shes about to fling the blankets off and run back to her room. 

But I reach out and gently grab her forearm and she turns her head over her shoulder. 

"Stay" I tell her. "Quit trying to go back to your room" I smile. 

She lets out a sigh and nods and settles back into place, and I slip down further under the covers, propped up by a fair amount of pillows. 

"What's stupid?" I ask her, as I pull her gently to me and wrap my arm around her, pulling her to my side, her hand sliding over my stomach and holding me on the opposite side as she rests her head on my shoulder. 

"This." she says.

I chuckle slightly. "What?"

I feel her shrug in my arms. 

"I was just laying in bed thinking about how I missed cuddling with someone, or just like...taking naps with someone....or sleeping next to someone" she says quietly and peeks up. 

I look at her face and then lift her chin. 

"Why is that stupid?" I ask cocking my head slightly. 

"Cause I was going to ask if I could sleep in here with you...or just...lay with you for a little while...but...I thought you'd laugh at me...cause I know it makes me look stupid or naive, like I know that what we've done isn't like....anything but sex...and I dont want you to think I'm like falling head of heels or something, but I just want to be held and I dont want you to-"

"Callie" I cut her off. 

she blinks and looks at me. 

"I dont think it's stupid...and I wouldnt laugh at you for wanting affection, or comfort." I tell her. 

I lift my hand to her face.  "And I don't think it means you're falling for me...I think it means you're lonely...and I am too." I tell her. 

"You can lay with me. But....it's probably best if you sleep in your own bed....I dont want Micah waking up , finding you in my room, with me naked under the covers. 

She laughs and nods. 

"Okay." she says quietly. 

I lower myself further under the covers laying on my back, as she curls up beside me , her head on my shoulder and I stroke her back slowly. 

Callie

Coming in here, really all I wanted was this, him against me, his hand stroking my back and then playing with my hair gently, stroking it, swiping stray hairs from my face and tucking them behind my ear. I could fall asleep like this, but it's so fucking sweet, that it also turns me on and I snuggle up as close him as I can, and slip my hand from his side up onto his chest. 

I start to slip my fingers over his chest lightly, grazing, and trailing my fingers down to the little happy trail of hair smattering his lower abdomen. I feel him inhale. 

"careful." he says. 

"hmm?" I say without looking up as I let my finger tip follow the trail down to the top of the covers which we've already pushed down to his waist. 

"I'm trying to be...sweet" he says, which makes me smile and my hand trails back up and I press my hand flat to his chest as I lift my head and look at him. 

He raises a brow as I lift my head a bit higher and then move up and hover my mouth over his. 

"If you kiss me Callie, I wont be able to stop there." he warns me. 

I lean in closer, my lips barely brushing his, our eyes on each others and I whisper against his mouth after wetting my lips with the tip of my tongue, watching him do the same. 

"Promise?" I ask.