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I can feel the sweat beads forming on my forehead as I stand in the doorway of my uncle’s study. My heart is beating so fast it feels like it might burst out of my chest. I’m not sure why I’m here, but something about this room has at all times drawn me in.

My uncle is sitting at his desk, engrossed in some paperwork. I clear my throat to announce my presence, and he looks up at me with a warm smile.

“Hello there, Emily,” he says, beckoning me to come closer. “What brings you into my humble abode?”

I hesitate for a moment before stepping into the room. “I’m not sure,” I stammer. “I just felt like coming in here.”

My uncle chuckles, but there’s something in his eyes that makes me feel uneasy. “Well, you’re always welcome in here,” he says. “But why don’t you take a seat so we can chat for a while?”

I slip into one of the armchairs in front of his desk, still feeling jittery. My uncle leans back in his own chair and regards me with a keen gaze. “Is everything okay, Emily? You seem a bit… unsettled.”

I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. “I don’t know,” I admit. “I’ve just been feeling really confused lately.”

“Confused about what?” he asks gently.

I hesitate for a moment, then blurt out, “About… about my feelings.”

My uncle raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything. I fidget in my seat, feeling more and more uncomfortable.

“I just… I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I say. “I keep having these… thoughts… about you.”

My uncle’s gaze intensifies, and I can feel my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “What kind of thoughts?” he asks softly.

I swallow, feeling like I’m about to die of shame. “About… I don’t know, about us being together,” I mumble.

There’s a long moment of silence as my uncle regards me with a thoughtful expression. Finally, he speaks.

“Emily,” he says slowly, “I’m not going to pretend that I haven’t thought about that too.”

I stare at him in shock, hardly daring to believe what I’ve just heard. “You… you have?” I whisper.

He gives me a small smile. “Yes, I have,” he confirms. “But we both know that it’s wrong, don’t we?”

I nod, feeling a surge of disappointment. “Yeah, I know,” I say. “But… I can’t help how I feel.”

My uncle leans forward in his chair, his eyes burning with intensity. “Neither can I,” he says. “But we can’t act on those feelings, Emily. It’s not right.”

I stare at him, feeling a lump in my throat. “I know,” I say quietly. “I don’t want to do anything that would hurt anyone.”

My uncle nods, his expression softening. “I’m proud of you, Emily,” he says. “You’re a good girl, and I know that you’ll do the right thing.”

I give him a faint smile, feeling a mixture of relief and disappointment. “Thanks, Uncle,” I say. “That means a lot.”

We sit in silence for a while longer, me lost in my own thoughts and my uncle scribbling away at his paperwork. Finally, he looks up at me with a grin.

“Hey, do you want to come to the movies with me?” he asks. “I’ve been dying to see that new horror flick.”

I give him a hesitant smile, my heart beating a bit faster. “Sure,” I say. “That sounds great.”

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The movie is terrifying, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as my uncle and I race back to his car after it’s over. I’m laughing and gasping for breath at the same time, feeling a bit lightheaded from the adrenaline rush.

My uncle looks over at me, grinning from ear to ear. “Well, what did you think?” he asks.

“It was so scary!” I say, still catching my breath. “But… I kind of liked it.”

My uncle chuckles. “You’re a brave girl, Emily,” he says. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

We drive home in comfortable silence, the night air cool on my face. When we pull into the driveway, my uncle turns to me with a serious expression.

“I want to talk to you about something, Emily,” he says. “Something that’s been on my mind for a while.”

I feel a sudden surge of anxiety, my heart pounding in my chest. “What is it?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

My uncle takes a deep breath. “Emily… I don’t want to hurt you, but there’s something I need to tell you.”

My stomach twists into knots as I stare at him, waiting for him to continue.

“I… I’ve been feeling some… feelings towards you,” my uncle says, his voice barely above a whisper.

My eyes widen in shock as the words sink in. I can feel my face flushing with heat, my heart thudding in my chest.

“What kind of feelings?” I whisper.

My uncle hesitates, looking away for a moment. “Emily… I’ve been attracted to you,” he admits. “In a way that I shouldn’t be.”

I stare at him, feeling a mixture of disbelief and intrigue. “What are you saying?” I ask, unable to keep the tremble out of my voice.

“I’m saying that I want you, Emily,” my uncle says, his voice low and intense. “I want to be with you.”

I feel a wave of desire coursing through my body, my heart racing with excitement. Part of me knows that this is wrong, that we shouldn’t be doing this. But another part of me is screaming with desire, wanting nothing more than to give in to my uncle’s forbidden desires.

Without another word, my uncle takes my hand and leads me up the stairs to his bedroom. The moment we step inside, he pulls me into his arms, kissing me fiercely. I can feel his hands roaming over my body, tugging at my clothes. I’m torn between the ecstasy of the moment and the overwhelming guilt I feel.

“This is wrong,” I moan, even as he deepens the kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth.

“I know,” he replies hoarsely. “But I can’t help it. I’ve wanted you for so long, Emily.”

I don’t know how long we stay like that, lost in our passion and our guilt. But eventually, we collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily.

“I’m so sorry,” my uncle murmurs, his hand trailing over my body.

“I’m sorry too,” I gasp, my body still shaking with desire.

We lie there for a while longer, holding each other. Neither of us says anything, but we both know that we can’t ever do this again.

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It’s been years since that night, and the memory has never faded from my mind. I’ve never felt as overwhelmed with desire and guilt as I did in that moment, and I’ve never felt as ashamed of myself.

But as I sit here, gazing into my uncle’s eyes once more, I can feel the familiar stirrings of desire starting to create once more. I know that it’s wrong, that we can never give in to these forbidden desires again.

But in this moment, all I want is to be with him again, just once more. And I know that deep down, he feels the same way.

As we embrace, kissing fiercely, I know that we’re both making the same promise to ourselves once more. That we’ll never let our desires get the better of us again.

But we both know that in the end, we might not be strong enough to keep that promise. And that’s what makes it all the more exciting for both of us.
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