I’m going to hell. That’s it. That’s all there is to it.
My cock grew with every step Pen took up that ladder. I couldn’t help it, watching her juicy ass, imagining how those globes would feel in my hand as I slammed into her from behind.
Shit. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to push those images out. That was an hour ago and I still can’t get the flashes of temptation out of my head.
We’ve finished eating and are about to enjoy the private waterfall when the clothes start coming off. Lord help me, a man can only take so much.
Pen removes her tank top and cut-off shorts, revealing a black bikini that leaves little to the imagination. Jesus. I really need to talk to Mary about what she’s getting Pen.
Sure, I’m enjoying the view now, but I can’t help and imagine the college boys that will drool over Pen when she takes this two-piece with her.
The kids squealing and splashing pulls me from my murderous thoughts. They both stay on the edge but Pen, being the adventurous girl she is, heads straight for the fall itself. She’s about ten feet in when she lets out a yelp, going under not two seconds after.
Before I can even think, my legs jump into action. I’m sprinting toward her, pulling her into me as soon as I’ve reached her flailing body.
“Are you okay? What happened?” My hands roam her, trying to see if something bit her.
Instinctively, her legs wrap around my waist as I haul her closer to me, pressing my large hand against her back and causing her chest to rub against mine. I have to swallow a groan as her hard little nipples rub on my bare chest, the small contact sending blood rushing south.
Abort. Abort. Abort. A voice inside is telling me to put her down, but my limbs don’t obey.
“My ankle. I rolled it. I guess my foot must’ve gotten stuck between the rocks.” Big doe eyes blink up at me, the action causing beads of water to cascade down her cheeks.
My heart is pounding a mile a minute at the thought of her being hurt, and I wonder if she can feel how much it affects me.
“Fuck,” I hiss before pressing my lips to her forehead. “You scared the shit out of me, Pen.”
She wraps her arms around my neck, all while biting her bottom lip and releasing a soft whisper that has my cock hardening in a flash. “Sorry, Daddy.”
I close my eyes and suck in a sharp breath. “What are you doing, Pen?”
My cock is fully awake now, begging to get out of my thin swim trunks and rub all over her sweet heat. It would take seconds to slide that tiny triangle of fabric to the side and shove myself deep into her cunt.
Just then, my length twitches against her folds, her eyes going wide at the realization.
I’m about to move her so her core isn’t directly on my erection, but she shakes her head no, gripping onto me tighter.
My wicked little girl looks over her shoulder, making sure the kids are occupied and completely unaware of what’s going on beneath the water. Christ, this is not good. I should stop this right now.
“Penelope,” I warn for what feels like the millionth time. This is so wrong. She’s my niece. She’s so damn young. If Austin were alive and saw me holding her like this, he’d fucking murder me.
“What? You’re not doing anything wrong. You’re just taking care of me. Don’t you want to take care of me?” She begins to rub herself on my length, all while I’m frozen like a statue, save for my ticking jaw.
I’m unwilling to be a participant in this sinful act, but damn if I don’t enjoy her little whimper when her clit hits the top of my aching cock. She keeps rocking against me as my fingers press deeper into her full hips before trailing down to her ass and squeezing. God, they feel even better than I’d imagined.
I need to stop. This shit can’t go any further. “Penelope. We can’t do this.”
She lets out a little moan and I practically come in my trunks. “There’s no we. You’re not doing anything wrong, Uncle Jack. It’s all me.”
I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. Anything to keep me from rutting into her like a wild animal. Just then, her hand snakes into my shorts, pulling all of me out. She gives my dick one hard stroke and I swear I see God.
Using the tip of my cock, she slides her bikini to the side, rubbing the fat head up and down her slit.
Fuuuuuck. That feels good. Too good. With a little thrust, I’d be inside. No! I’m fighting myself when she lays my length flat against my stomach before pressing her soft folds against my bare flesh. Pen is grinding herself up and down the shaft and I know I’m about to make a mess.
“Penelope. No,” I grit out, low enough for just her and me to hear. A quick glance toward the kids shows me they’re still busy collecting stones along the shoreline.
“Just a little more,” she whines, pressing herself harder against me with slow deliberate grinds pulling the sweetest sounds from her lips. “Almost there, Daddy.”
An animalistic rumble comes from somewhere deep inside me. I’m a weak man. Her words slay me. She wants me. She needs me. Her daddy.
In that moment I know. I want to be the only man to make her feel good. The only man to ever make her whole.
Even with this realization, I know I’m not supposed to touch her. “I can’t touch you, Princess. You know it’s not right.”
Pen presses her body flushed with mine, her lips brushing against my neck before her words wreck me once more. “It’s okay, Daddy. Don’t move. Let your little girl take what she needs.”
Jesus christ. I know I must be leaking because, holy fuck. What can I say to that?
Before I can say anything in response, Pen rubs her slick folds up and down my length, my jaw clenching so tightly my teeth are about to crack.
Despite how fucking good this feels, I don’t dare move; I don’t dare breathe. My hands remain on her hips, unwilling to move back to her ass for fear of angling her just right.
I can’t do that. I can’t slide inside her. It’s wrong. This is wrong.
Her words keep echoing in my head. ‘Don’t move.’
My mind might not agree with this, but my body has taken her order as gospel.
I’m doing the best I can to comply, but I know I can’t hold out much longer. That’s a line I won’t allow myself to cross, even if I have to leave her in the water with an injured ankle.
Better that than fuck her right here and now.
I’m warring with myself when she begins to shake in my arms, shuddering against me while her whimpers come out choked. Her climax hits her not twenty feet away from her oblivious brother and sister, and in that moment, I couldn’t be more thankful for the murky water.
As she’s biting down on my shoulder, coming down from her high, a wave of rage hits me. I’m one sick fuck. Despite knowing this was wrong, I enjoyed every bit of it. Hell, given a few more seconds, I know I probably would’ve thrown all morality out the window and fucked her raw.
This is all so damn sick. I’m her damn guardian. I’m supposed to be protecting her, not corrupting her.
Pen is limp in my arms, her climax having ebbed. Needing to right this situation, I carry her bridal style while tucking myself back in and making sure her bottoms are in place. I need to get us out of the water.
As soon as we’ve reached the shoreline, I place her on a smooth rock and head inside, not even looking back, rage and shame filling every cell of my body.
I need to get away from her and take care of this raging hard-on before I do something that will make me hate myself more. What I’m about to do now is bad enough. There’s no doubt she’ll be front and center in my mind as I splatter all over the shower walls.
Like I said before, I’m going to hell. That’s it. That’s all there is to it.
