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I’m a young girl, barely legal, and Uncle Tom is the quintessential older man—wise, ruggedly handsome, and dangerously charming. We’ve all the time been close; he’s the only person in my family that truly understands me. So naturally, when the opportunity presented itself to take a road trip with him, I jumped at the chance.

It started off innocuously enough. We laughed and joked in the car, talking about our hopes and dreams. The conversation turned to more serious topics, and Uncle Tom shared his own struggles with me. It was during those moments that I felt the unmistakable pull of lust.

I tried to push the thoughts away, to convince myself that it wasn’t right. But as the miles flew by, and the sun began to set, my resistance started to crumble. Uncle Tom was intoxicating, the way his deep voice vibrated through me, the way his rough hands caressed the steering wheel.

We stopped for dinner at a roadside diner, sitting in a booth near the back. I could feel Uncle Tom’s eyes on me as we ate, his gaze lingering on my cleavage, on my lips. It was then that we made eye contact, and in that moment, I could see the same desire reflected back at me.

Without saying a word, Uncle Tom took my hand and led me back to the car. We didn’t speak as he started the ignition and pulled back onto the highway. I knew where this was heading, but I didn’t care—I was consumed by my own lustful thoughts.

As we drove, Uncle Tom’s hand rested on my thigh, his fingers slowly tracing circles on my skin. The touch sent surges of electricity through me, and I knew that I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I turned to him, my voice thick with desire. “Please, Uncle Tom… I want you.”

The words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, I didn’t think he’d respond. But then he turned to me, his eyes darkening. “Are you sure, darling? This can’t end well…”

But I was sure. I wanted this more than anything, wanted Uncle Tom to take me right then and there. I didn’t care about the consequences.

With a groan, he pulled over onto the side of the road, his hands reaching for me. We kissed feverishly, his tongue exploring my mouth as I moaned against him. His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts and rubbing my backside through my tight jeans.

I was lost in the moment, in the passion that roared through my veins. I wanted more, needed more.

Uncle Tom obliged my every whim, taking me like a man starved of sustenance. We writhed against each other, his hands gripping my hips as he plunged into me again and again. I was lost in ecstasy, every nerve on fire as I came undone beneath him.

As we drove on, the night stretching out before us, I knew that this journey had only just begun. There were things that would be taboo if anyone found out, but for now, all that mattered was the heat that Uncle Tom and I ignited whenever we were together.
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