9 comments/ 55387 views/ 27 favorites Claiming Her Ch. 03 By: slutsy Aiden had been through three glasses of brandy and now he was standing in the hall, staring out the window. Dull, perhaps, but after a day such as the one he'd had, it was just what he needed. But in truth, not more than how he needed Millie. He needed her rosy cheeks, her sweet giggles whenever she saw something silly. He wanted to be the cause of that. He'd take delight in them every day. He needed her soft lips pressed against his, innocent and curious. He could feel the fire in her kiss when he demanded her response. The little chit was being quite difficult. But he wasn't going to leave her alone. He wasn't going to let this be a fantasy. She would be his. And with that determined thought, he found himself in her bedroom and her in bed; a stuffed animal was held tightly in her arms. Aiden hadn't known she slept with what appeared to be a teddy bear or maybe mouse? The ears were a little too large to be a bear's but perhaps it was a squirrel. Her gasp when he positioned himself on her bed amused and distracted his curiosity. She hadn't heard him walk in. Good. The element of surprise always gave you the upper hand. "Go away, please." "That's no way to greet your uncle." After a few seconds of silence, Aiden felt it was enough. "There's nothing wrong with liking me, Amelia." He knew this would not be easy but he expected some respect from the girl. Suddenly, he leaned forward, placing one hand on each side. He had her full attention. Big brown eyes locked with his own accusing eyes. "You want me and you will give yourself to me. You will spread those legs and you'll beg me to burry myself inside you." Millie's jaw dropped from sheer stupefaction. "That is the most dis—" Ah, a reaction. Quickly, he placed an index finger on her lips. "I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you. You will not enjoy eating more of those words." She jerked her head away, her lips burning. "I would never let you touch me even if you were the last man alive." But he knew she would let him touch her. He knew she would give in. His cock had pressed against her tummy this morning and she had wanted all of it. "Please . . . leave me alone." His breath brushed against her just as it had earlier that morning. "I can't. I know you want me too. I can tell." Both his hands were running up her thighs. His fingers making a light feather touch up against her skin. Her breathing stopped and her cheeks flushed. He loved all the sexual responses he ignited in her. "At least let me look at you, Millie. Let me see your sweet, tender place. I will only look, I promise." But before Millie could even protest, he'd grabbed her panties, ripping them and she swallowed back a moan as the fabric pulled up and crushed her little clit. Her legs were spread and held as he towered over her, looking down at her through heavy eyelids. "You're so small. Do you think I would fit you?" Just when Millie thought her uncle had grown bored of looking at her privates, a calloused thumb tickled her folds. "Uncle Aiden, please! You said you'd only look." To an inexperienced man her pleads might sound like true rejection but Aiden knew to pay no attention to the words and understand the hidden tone behind them. Millie wanted him and he would show her just how much. He spread her little hole open and leaned down for a closer look. She was being a nice little girl letting her uncle look at her. He'd only told her he wanted to have a look and that was just what he was doing until her little clit throbbed before his eyes. "Oh, Amelia, I know. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I promise I will only look." She nodded and waited. She could feel his breath so close to her clit. It was almost as if he was about to kiss her there. Would he kiss her there? Millie gasped! The sharp hairs of his five o'clock shadow prickled her thigh. He'd moved away abruptly and away from her. Leaving her panting in her own bed with her legs spread, her little pussy opened and exposed. He hadn't said a word, only made his way to the door. What happened? Didn't he want her? Hadn't he come here and told her he wanted her? "Where are you going?" He stopped; there was a hidden bittersweet demand in her voice. "To my room." He waited. "Did . . . Didn't you like it?" "Liked what?" "You know." "No, I don't know, Amelia." "Did . . . You like what you saw?" She waited desperately for his response. Uncle Aiden only looked at her through the corner of his eyes and left. ***** Author's Note: What do you think, dear readers, should Uncle Aiden rape Millie or should they keep up a game of teasing and romance? Claiming Her Ch. 04 Millie was restless if not eager. Two weeks had passed and Uncle Aiden would not speak to her. Nothing other than the polite comments whenever he crossed her path. Tonight, that would change. It was her mother's aunt's annual Christmas party. She would always throw a grand and spectacular dinner in her home and of course the entire family was invited. Uncle Aiden would be there and he would be forced to at least make some small talk with her. If he didn't, the family would grow suspicious and begin to inquire. She knew very well that he would not have that happen. As expected, Aunt Claire had gone all out and the party was already in full swing when Millie arrived. It seemed some forty, fifty family members were in attendance. She glanced at her phone. Half past five. Aunt Clair would announce that dinner would start soon and all mingling would stop. Would she be seated next to Uncle Aiden? Her grandaunt Claire was always very meticulous about the arrangements of her Christmas dinner and Millie could only hope that she sat had her and Uncle Aiden together. But where was Uncle Aiden? He was never late or even punctual. He was always early. She looked around ounce more, looking this way and that, and then finally, just when she was starting to get frustrated, she heard from behind her: "Looking for someone?" She turned. Uncle Seth. Not an uncle by blood but he had been a loyal family friend for years. Him and Uncle Aiden knew each other since they were finger painting. Millie had forgotten just how tall and unsettling Uncle Seth was. He was the exact definition of masculinity, with a head full of blonde hair. And his smile. . . It was the smile of a wicked man that promised a great deal of. . . Things. And his eyes, although always cold and indifferent, were looking at her as if she were a tart ripe for devouring. A second stretched to twenty before Millie said, "Not at all." "A pity," his tone husky as he idly scanned her frame, "I was rather hoping you'd be looking for me." A sultry warmth spread from her cheeks and down to that same place that had been aching for Uncle Aiden for days. "To be honest, I didn't think you'd be in attendance. You certainly haven't dropped by Uncle Aiden's house." He cocked his head and smirked. "I have been busy with other things. Haven't had time to pay Aiden a visit or even catch up but I'd never miss Claire's Christmas party. But I'm quite glad to know you've noticed my absence." Her face burned again. She didn't responded immediately. She couldn't. All she could think about was having his arousal pressed against her. Shame filled her thoughts once more. She broke her gaze from Uncle Seth but he held her chin and something in his eyes had changed. His stare was not the cold and indifferent stare he gave everyone. It was as if he'd seen right through. Known every thought that crossed passed her mind and every feeling she felt. He closed the distance between them and whispered gently in her ear, "It's okay to feel horny, Amelia." His other hand fell on the curve of her back and pulled her to the one place she wanted to feel most. "It's okay to want cock." Uncle Seth was hard, and he was big, and he made sure she knew it. She gasped as he slowly, softly, rubbed his erection against her. Uncle Seth didn't seduce, he invaded. He grew harder and his breathing came deeper. Millie scanned the room room for Uncle Aiden quickly. Surely he'd become very upset if he saw Uncle Seth and her like this. There he was in the parlor, the red flare of his cigaret burning bright as he took in a quick puff before bursting out a deep laugh. Of course he hadn't even noticed her. He was too busy laughing at the tall blonde's joke. Who was she? Was she her cousin's best friend Madeleine? Madeleine was certainly pretty and known for her . . . Vast experiences. Millie was trying very hard to determine whether it was Madeleine or not when Seth leaned into her ear and said, "I think you'd love sneaking into my room tonight to play." Millie blinked. She'd forgotten all about Uncle Seth and his pressing bulge. Making Uncle Seth's cock explode would be quite a retribution. She leaned up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and made quite a show of how good it is to see him again. She giggled and let go of him but not before she whispered her agreement in his ear and let him know just how much she'd love to play. Claiming Her Ch. 05 Two hours and three glasses of champagne later, Millie swayed. Aiden wondered if she had simply underestimated the effects of what four glasses would do to her. He watched as she took a few deep breaths and rose. And swayed so much she had to sit down again. She was a tiny little thing and surely inexperienced at drinking. Normally Aiden liked inexperienced drunk girls but perhaps he should go aid her. Save her the embarrassment in front of all their family members. Put her to bed. Yet Madeleine was being quite naughty on his ear. Telling him exactly what she wanted to do to his cock and who would he be turning down a good cock-sucking? Still, he watched Amelia. Even while Madeleine pressed her lips on his dick and nipped. They were in the darkness of the patio. Too cold for guests to want to be outside. He could see Millie as she rose again, this time with great caution. There she was upright, inching along the edge of the sofa, seeking support from walls, eventually leaving his sight. Aiden looked down and groaned. His cock was getting sucked by the prettiest young blond at the party. He shouldn't be so distracted but he could no longer see Millie. He could no longer keep watch of her. How she irked him, such a dumb little girl. His cock was half way down Madeleine's throat when he pulled away. He yanked her up to her feet and firmly bent her over. Keeping her in place as he slammed his dick in her. The little slut wasn't even wearing panties. She wanted to get fucked badly and that was just what he'd do. He pumped her fast and hard. Her moans getting louder as her hole got tighter. Once she came, he put his wet cock away and went inside. Leaving her to catch her breath while her pussy still pulsed from her orgasm. His cock was still hard in his pants since he himself hadn't cum which was making it rather difficult for him to walk fast by the crowd. He spotted her. Or most specifically her smile, a smile so full of perfection that he could never overlook it and feel happy in its radiance. But his happiness soon faded when he heard the conversation she was having with the bartender. "No way your penis is fourteen inches," she said. Such poppycock. The bartender spoke but inaudibly to Aiden's ears. Millie was being just a little too loud, her mannerisms changing under the influence of champagne. And the smile that made his heart skitter preserved but she stopped well short of . . . Something. He knew Amelia, the bartender told her something that left her suspicious. She frowned. "It only gets that big once it's inside me?" "Yes. You must bounce on it many times and eventually it will start getting bigger and bigger," he said. "Would you like to see for yourself?" It came back again, her smile. And with the return of her smile, his anger followed. No doubt she was fascinated by these lies. Without warning his fingers clamped around her arm and marched her mercilessly upstairs, then gave her a shove that sent her stumbling to the middle of her bedroom. So she'd been very pleased with the proposal of having a dick grow while she bounced on it? Horny drunk. He should cram his cock deep inside her right now. It'd go in easily with it still being all wet from Madeleine's juices. Would she continue smiling after she learned that? That he'd fucked another girl silly and now he'd be fucking her. Perhaps he should put his question to the test. Quickly, he pushed his pants down to his ankles and revealed his wet and rock hard erection. He yanked her up and tossed her on the mattress, pulling on her panties as she tried to get herself comfortable, and that's when he saw it. A sleepy smile. Had he been any other kind of man, he'd have put her panties back on, tucked her, and left. But Aiden wasn't a kind man. In his mind, Millie should be taught a lesson. "Amelia." She looked up sleepily at the sound of her name. "Do you still want to see if it will grow more once it's inside you?" But he didn't even really give her a chance to reply. Already he was roughly rubbing his cock against her tiny hole. It wasn't wet yet but Madeleine's juices made it so. God he wanted to cram it in her. It'd be acceptable right now. She was drunkenly sleeping there with her legs wide open. Moaning softly whenever he was nice enough to rub her little clit. Her pussy was so wet now she was soaking the bed but it was too tight for his cock to even accidentally slide inside. So he tried to force it. But just as he was trying to push his dick head into her small opening, there came a knock on the door. Quickly, Aiden pulled up his pants, hiding his erection as best he could. Tucked Millie in and made his way to the door but not before grabbing her spare set of panties from her night bag. Claiming Her Ch. 06 The door opened and there was Aunt Clair dressed in the finest garments money could buy. The ash blue dress complimented her snow blonde hair perfectly and were she not a woman in her seventies, Aiden would have loved nothing more than to have her hand on his arm everywhere they went. She was truly extraordinary. "Aiden, where have you been?" A hint of annoyance lingered behind her calm tone. "We're all waiting for Amelia and you at dinner. Were you not my favorite nephew I'd have started dinner without you. Let alone not come here personally to fetch you." Etiquette wouldn't allow Aunt Clair to even dare peek in the bedroom. But curiosity got the best of her and her eyes travelled past him. "Amelia is not feeling well. I came to put her to bed. Hopefully she will be better and join us tomorrow for breakfast. I'm sorry timing was bad. I should've tucked her in sooner." Being a very understanding woman, Aunt Clair nodded and asked no further questions. Family gatherings are always tough on someone who's recently been in mourning. They made there way down the stairs and into the dinning room were all seven courses were served and jokes were made. Madeleine would not stop glancing at him through the corner of her eye and he knew then she was at his disposal. Morning came and Millie woke up in a room that clearly wasn't hers. Her head pounded and she tried very hard to remember last night but after the second glass of champagne everything became a blur. She made her way to the bathroom and her eyes widened as she became aware of stickiness and lack of panties. There was no other explanation and so with much despair she drew her knees to her chest and sobbed. A few rooms down the hall, Aiden found himself on the verge of exploding. Madeleine had been bent over his bed, her feet fallen on the floor, her legs spread wide apart, hiding her moans as she trembled on the verge of pleasure. He thrust into her more fiercely and that's when he heard it, a sob. Had he been too rough of Maddie? No. She desperately wiggled her hips. He'd stopped his thrusting altogether and heard it again. It was a faint, almost inaudible sob. "Aiden, please." "Be quiet," he barked. The sobs followed one another faster as if the person crying were becoming hysterical. Why did he care? If it was Millie then it should more than please him. Teacher her a lesson was the plan all along. But what he'd done wasn't designed to make any woman cry. He went back to fucking Madeleine but damn it all to hell if he wasn't back in Millie's room two minutes later. He opened the door and didn't see her in the darkness. The sun had still not risen and the heavy curtains blocked any source of moonlight. He lit the night lamp and still didn't see her. "You're going to wake everybody up," he said crossly. "Sorry," she said. "I'll stop right now. I didn't mean to wake you." He had to round up the bed to find her sitting on the floor, her knees drawn, crying into her teddy bear. He didn't know why it should affect him, why she should affect him — It had been his intention to make her learn a lesson. There was something about her wordless desperation that made him hurt. "What's wrong, Amelia?" She looked up, her eyes filled with renewed tears. They rolled down into her already wet face to disappear into the bodice of her gown. He gently picked up and set her on the edge of the bed, instead of tossing her. He bent down and removed her shoes. He didn't remove her dress but he knew she must be uncomfortable. Still, he waited for convulsive hiccuping to seize and asked once more what was wrong. She bit her lip and struggled to form words. "I don't - I don't remember." "You don't remember what?" "I don't remember the party and -" fresh tears formed and she drew her knees again, rocking herself back and forth as a child would comfort herself. "I'm sorry." The apology was curious. Why did she feel a need to apologize? "I'm sorry," she repeated more desperately this time. "I'm sorry, Uncle Aiden." Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped her face —carefully. "There's nothing to be sorry about, Millie." "But I - I woke up all sticky." Their eyes met. Really, she had ridiculously beautiful eyes. Even when red and puffy from crying. "Where are you sticky?" "Somewhere I shouldn't be." He shook his head briefly. Then he reached behind her to unhook her dress. "You must be very uncomfortable. Will you not allow me to remove the dress?" She looked away in shame. "No." "And why is that? Surely you're wearing underwear and I promise to make no advances." "I - I can't find any of my panties." He frowned and then remembered. "You're sticky. You can't find any panties. You can't remember anything. I'm sorry, Amelia. Would you like for me to check between your legs?" He didn't wait for an answer but removed her from her dress. He tossed that on the floor, pressed her shoulder motioning her to lay back, and spread her legs. "You do look rather wet." He wiped her lady part while reassuring her that nothing happened. "But what about my panties?" "That escapes me. Perhaps, you had to use the bathroom and left them there and forgot to pack extras in your night bag." He looked down at her little pussy and smiled. "You're all cleaned up now. You didn't flinch at the feel of my handkerchief and that shows you're not sore. You can close your little legs now." She did, sniffling as she made herself comfy under the covers. "Will you stay?" "I don't see why not." Claiming Her Ch. 07 Author Note: The characters in this story are all over eighteen years of age. Amelia is Aiden's little girl simply because he's much older than her. But she in in fact, a fresh flower of eighteen and their sexual tension began months after she turned eighteen. PS. Comments encourage me to keep on writing. Tell me what you think and what you want to see happen next! - Slutsy ***** It was very peculiar, having her in his arms. She was so delicate, always so exquisitely polite and sweet. He couldn't help but feel like an idiot for the way he'd been treating her. Normally, his cutting remarks were unconcerning. After that one night, he had aimed to humiliate. She deserved better than this — better than him. Yet perfect peace eluded him with her cocooned in his arms. "Thank you," she said, her words barely audible. "I don't plan on staying long. I have things that need to be finished," he said, picking up her hand and running his thumb delicately down each finger. She smiled shyly. "You're a very busy man." He turned her hand over and began brushing kisses into the rounded part of eat finger. "That's right." He spread her hand against his. "Your fingers are so slender compared to mine." "Yes," she said with uncertainty, blushing so hard her ears went red. Then he did the oddest thing: he bent his head and dropped a kiss on her nose. Her breath fluttered his chest hair. He kissed her again. This time on her lips. She let him kiss her, let him run his tongue lightly over her lower lip. There was such pleasure in kissing her, in touching her. She'd laced their fingers and kissed him back awkwardly. A kiss so awkward its lack of experience was transparent. Her tongue entered his mouth a little too hungrily and she dug her teeth too sharply. But he was all patience and control. Guiding her until they reached the perfect kiss. He took a ragged breath and tried to tear his lips from hers, but he made it only to her jawline. Her skin was so soft, so warm, he couldn't resist trailing a kiss all the way up to her ear. Finally he managed to pull away, loathing himself for taking such advantage of her. But she moved in his arms so she could kiss his ear as he did hers. He groaned when she ran her tongue along the edge, and she pulled quickly away. "Did I displease you? I thought that since I enjoyed it, you might too. I'm so—" He placed a finger over her mouth. "Hush, Amelia. It pleased me." She smiled slowly against his skin. "Do it again." She looked up at him, her eyes saying, Really? He simply turned his head until his ear was a few inches away and withstood the torture of her delightfully inexperienced caresses until he could no longer. The new intimacy shattered whatever control he'd been exerting over himself. His hand dipped lower and lower, past the smooth, flat planes of her abdomen, to soft private spot. She stiffened, but not very much. "Hush," he whispered. "I just want to touch. I need to touch you." He did more than touch, he teased and tickled. He slipped his finger inside of her, back and forth, back and forth . . . "Uncle Aiden," Millie gasped. "I . . ." His weight was pressing her into the mattress. "God, Millie. You're so ready. So . . ." Something within him snapped, and his finger left her as he furiously tore his pants. His hands were on her breasts, then her waist, then her backside, then her hips. He gently gripped her inner thighs and slid them further open. The tip of his cock touched her, and he groaned at the wet heat of it. He moved gently forward, her soft skin resisting this new invasion. "Shhh," he murmured, "it's okay." Millie nodded; keeping perfectly still for her uncle. She never thought a man would feel this large within her. Just when she thought he couldn't be any deeper inside her, he pushed in more, and more. Aiden covered her mouth, absorbing her scream as her body tightened. "Quiet," he grated out, pushing his hips up higher. "It's okay." He'd claimed her. He was finally deep inside his niece. It was all he needed. His body bucked, and he waited, letting her adjust to his invasion, his thickness, his possession. And then he was kissing her deep and sweet, as his hips started pumping back and forth. He'd never felt anything so good. He would not stop, he couldn't stop. He wanted to take, and he was; selfishly pounding into his Millie as hard as he could until the tip of his head felt ready to explode. She was helpless against it and she loved it. She'd wrapped her arms tight around him and hooked one leg around his hip. Her breathless cries grew louder and it was all he needed. His cum just gushed right out of his cock like a damn breaking. And he slid his hand beneath her buttocks and pulled her even tighter against him. Her moan was nothing more than a high squeak then. She trembled under him and he could feel his Millie was close to reaching an orgasm. Perhaps even her first orgasm. Slowly, he moved his hips and kissed her. "Uncle Aiden . . . Please . . ." And because he was a terribly selfish man, he thought about pulling himself away. He thought of leaving her at the brink of her first orgasm but it seemed his pleasure was hers. For her body whipped upward and tore a silent scream from her. She shook and shook beneath him. "Hold on to me, little girl." Her body was limp and heaving from the extraordinary release, his was hard as a brick. She opened her eyes to find he was looking down on her quizzically. She held onto him until her breathing steadied. She stroked his hair and softly asked him to do it again.