EroticReverie

Victoria Vivian VonVincent

We fuck a third time on the floor of the library before Tyson gathers himself to go back to the party, while I escape upstairs to clean up the mess between my legs, and change my dress, since the inside of the back is covered in our cum stains. 

I slip on another black dress, knowing that the party guests are far too drunk or high on cocaine to notice my change of dress. It's another long black gown, this one strapless instead of the thin straps on the other, and more form fitting to my torso. I zip it up, slip on the same heels as before, situate my hair, taking it down, clipping it back on one side with a barrete, since Tyson destroyed the updo that had taken nearly two hours for my hairstylist to perfect earlier. But..I didn't  care, not one bit. I'd let that man ruin everything, my hair, my clothes, my pussy, my fucking life. Because that's what we were doing. Ruining our lives by being with each other. If anyone ever found out I was screwing my uncle, my mother and father would disown me, for staining their name, their empire. I wouldnt have a fucking penny to my name if they found out. Screwing my mothers, sisters ex husband?  Yes Tyson has plenty enough money, but his reputation could take quite the blow if people found out he was screwing his niece. Dating her. In love with her. Even more so, if they found out how old I was, and how soon after his divorce it all started. 

In our world, it wasn't so uncommon for the rich men to take young wives. It was expected. But ..seventeen? Your niece? It didnt matter that he wasn't related by blood, it was the "same" to most people of our status. Anything that made us look even remotely to being inbred hillbillies, would be bad news for us and our families. It just wasnt good for business. But yet...we'd been together in secret now, for over two years. In love almost the entire time. 

I spot him across the grand ball room, a woman more appropriately aged for him, standing beside him. Trying her best to flirt , dragging her manicured fingertips along her necklace of sapphires and diamonds. It pissed me off to have to watch it. It didnt matter I knew that she was so far from his type, with her overly botoxed face and balloon tits, and reeked of desperation. It still made me angry to have to let her throw herself at him so shamelessly. But Tyson, had to watch his fill of men try their way with me at these kinds of functions. Sons of my parents friends, and nephews of my fathers collegues, grandsons of this man or that man. All "prospects" my father and mother threw at me over the past year since I'd turned eighteen. Some were close to my age, some were in their early thirties. Like I said, it wasnt uncommon for rich men, to take young wives. So my parents had no reservations about the last man they'd introduced me to, two weeks ago. He was older than Tyson, and Tyson is forty two. But he was in the oil business, and my father and mother, practicially salivated at the thought of me becoming the wife of one of the biggest names in the oil business. But I practically puked in front of all them at the idea of it.   

"do you want to dance?" A voice asks, in my ear, over my shoulder, making me jump and spin around. I turn, looking at the guy. Taking a second and then laughing , when I realize it's Jacob, one of my best friends.

"Yes please" I say and then take his hand and let him take me to the middle of the floor where he immediately dips me back, making me let out a loud laugh, that makes other people look at us as he pulls me back up.

Jacob is the same age as me, and we've been friends since we were twelve. Entirely platonic, and we've never even kissed. We do flirt. Because we know it's nothing, neither of us iinterested in the other. 

He pulls my back up, my tits crashing against his chest as her wraps his arm around my back, splaying his hand at my lower back and winks down at me. I roll my eyes and laugh, shaking my head. 

He dips down as he moves us, guiding us in short steps and turning us in a circle, as he holds my other hand. His nose brushes my ear, and he speaks into my ear.

"Your tits look great" he says and I laugh. 

"yeah, I know they do. They always do." I say , making him laugh. This wasnt anything knew, we often teased each other, said things in an attempt to make the other blush. But we did it so often and for so long, that we never blushed, just laughed and called each other idiots. 

I catch Tyson's eyes on me when they flick over to him, he's standing alone know, glarring daggers at Jacob's back as he dances with me. I just shake my head slightly. Tyson did good ignoring the men that flirted with me, just as I did good to ignore the women that flirted with him. It was just something we had to deal with, to keep up appearances, and not lead anyone to believe either of us was taken or seeing someone. Because then that led to questions, which led to people being nosy, and then possibly finding out our secret. But Jacob...Jacob was one we argued about constantly. Tyson did NOT like my friendship with Jacob. But I always argued, that we agreed, to not lead people to the conclusion that either of us were unavailable. If I were to start changing the way I interacted with my best friend...he'd notice...he'd get curious...he'd find us out...and while I loved Jacob, I didnt trust him, or anyone at all to keep the secret of me and my uncle. 

It doesn't matter how many times I've told Tyson that there's nothing there between me and Jacob, he still doesnt believe me. Well, he believes that I have no interest in Jacob romantically, but he doesnt believe that Jacob just sees me as a friend. I can already tell we're going to argue later. And honestly, I don't even mind. I'll argue with him till I'm blue in the face everytime. Because I know we're going to fuck like animals right after. 

Jacob's hand slides down a bit on my lower back, right to the top of my ass.

"Watch your hands SIR" I laugh and reach behind me and slip it back up to my mid back.

I narrow my eyes at him and he smirks, and I know Tyson has to be fucking seething if he saw that. Sure enough, on the next rotation his eyes are still on me and Jacob, and I can see the tight set of his jaw from her, under the mask that covers his eyes, those piercing blues staring back at me, letting me know he's NOT happy. 

"You smell good." Jacob says, his mouth coming to my ear, his nose pushing into my hair, inhaling. 

"uh, thanks" I say. My eyes focused on Tyson,w atching Jacob's every fucking move. My eyes leave his as my back goes to Tyson while Jacob turns me slowly on the dance floor. 

"mmhmm" Jacob hums and then I feel his mouth on my neck, just barely. 

"Fuck, you always smell so fucking good Vicky" he groans and my eyes widen as he pulls me tighter to him , and feel him HARD, against my stomach. 

"Jacob...are you.." I pull back and look down. Then look back up and he licks his lips slowly.

"Are you seriously hard right now?" I hiss, pulling back, and he takes his hands to my hips, and pulls me back to him. 

"Why? Is that so bad? That I'm hard for you?" he asks and I just blink.

Where the hell is this coming from? We flirt, but this...this is crossing a line.

"Who put you up to this?" I ask, my brows narrowing. Because this isn't us. We dont ever take it this far when we flirt. 

"nobody...I just can't fucking pretend anymore" he groans and dips his mouth back down.

"Let's go to your room Vicky, I want to touch you" he groans in my ear, his hands sliding right to my ass, grabbing it as he pulls me against him.

"Jacob!" I yelp, and push at his chest. 

"What do you think you're-"

I'm cut off by a gruff voice.

"Get your fucking hands off her." Tyson growls, my eyes going wide. Fuck. Fuck . Shit. Fuck. 

I slap a hand to Tyson's chest.

"I've got this Uncle Tyson" I say, biting out the world Uncle, as a fucking reminder to him, where we are, and what he's doing, and to NOT cause a fucking scene.

"We were just..dancing" Jacob says , looking confused, looking hurt as he looks at me. 

"Well, you're fucking done dancing with her. If I see you touch her again, I'll cut your fucking hands off." Tyson snarls and I push at his chest.

"Tyson!" I screech at him, trying to push him, as his nostrils flare.

"what the fuck?" Jacob mutters.

"Uncle Tyson, it's fine" I say, pushing him and pushing him. 

"you need to calm down, right now" I say through gritted teeth. "Before you blow us up" I hiss as I push him to the side of the room, people watching. 

"What's going on here?" I hear my mothers voice chirp from the side.

"Nothing I..." I start.

"The Billings boy, was disrespecting your daughters honor on the middle of the fucking floor, grabbing her ass." Tyson growls, his eyes glaring across the room, probably at a very confused Jacob. But I was confused, because what the hell had Jacob been thinking? That's NOT what we are. We're just friends, we've always been just friends. 

"Oh my" My mother grabs her throat. 

"It's a misunderstanding, he didnt-"

"Yes. He did. I fucking saw it Victoria." Tyson growls at me, heat in his eyes. His hands curling into fists.

"Mother it's fine, everything is fine. Uncle Tyson...why don't you step outside, and take a breath...come on" I bite through my teeth, grabbign his arm, shoving him around and toward the floor to ceiling doors that lead outside to the back patio, pushing him through even more guests outside, down the two level stone step that lead to the massive ingroudn pool and grotto, and I hiss at him under my breath.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" I ask him, stomping through the grass in my heels as they sink into the grass with each step. 

"I mean honestly Tyson!" I whisper yell at him, yanking him around the steps, and underneath them in the little alcove.

But then it's not me pulling him but him pulling me and my back being pushed against the stone wall and Tyson's hand around my throat. I gasp, his other hand grabbing my breast. I moan. 

"This is mine." he growls. 

"It's yours" I breathe, nodding, his hand still firm around my throat and I suck in a breath as his hand slips over the gown and down to my hip, around me, behind me, grabbing my ass.

"THIS...is mine" he grabbing it harder and I nod.

"It's yours" I pant, his hand drops from my neck as I lean against the stone wall and both his hands grab my dress and lift it, pulling it up as I lick my lips, watching him fucking glare at me. I push my head back to the wall as Tyson pushes his hand over my pussy, cupping it, grabbing my bare cunt hard. 

"THIS...THIS IS MINE" he growls. 

"It's yours!" I cry and he groans, dropping his hand from my pussy and then undoing his belt.

"Tyson, we can't" I pant. There was more risk now, people saw us come down here, what if my mother came looking for me, or my uncle, and guests pointed her towards the steps, down here. Tyson's cock is out, and his hands grabs my dress again, hitching it up and grabs my thigh, lifting it, hitching my leg over his hip, cock in his other hand, lining himself up to take me, to remind me of who I belong to. 

"Try to stop me princess" he growls.