It is too late to hide what we have been up to. The three other men have already stepped into the lounge and they are staring at us. The smell of sex is in the air and they know exactly what we have been doing.
I close my eyes briefly, my bare tits pressed up against Uncle Logan’s chest. I am trying to figure out how to get my blouse on without the guys seeing my naked breasts, when Uncle Logan turns me around in his arms so that my back is pressed against him and my breasts are on show.
He bends his head towards me for a kiss, and I cannot resist but arch my throat and tilt my face up towards him to receive it. I cover my breasts with my hands, but Uncle Logan gently tugs them away.
He breaks off the kiss to say, “No harm in showing the boys what they’ve already seen. Let them enjoy the view.”
And all three of them really are enjoying the view. They haven’t taken their eyes off me since they stepped into the room. I look down to see that my nipples are pink and pouting, as if encouraging the boys to come over and suck them.
A thrill goes through me.
I find myself throwing back my shoulders to make my breasts to jut out even more. Uncle Logan chuckles in approval. He lets go of me to pick up my blouse. He throws it into the fire.
“Uncle Logan!” I gasp.
“Honey, you love this,” he says.
Then he turns to the guys. “Why don’t you boys lay the table while I finish up with my little lady?”
It is an order, not a request.
He sits in his chair and pulls me onto his lap, and continues to kiss me and fondle my breasts as the other three lay the table.
I keep my eyes closed but the thought that they can see me has got me wetter than ever before. It is all I can do to not start squirming and wriggling my hips onto Uncle Logan’s groin.
Thankfully Uncle Logan lets me sit in my own chair to eat dinner. The four men speak about their day, but they have their eyes on me the whole time.
I sneak a glance at Finn, and find him staring at me hungrily. I know that he can see the pink marks around my nipples where Uncle Logan bit and sucked me earlier.
Beneath the table Uncle Logan strokes my thighs. He slides his hand between my legs every once in a while so that he can finger my pussy slit.
He seems to enjoy my slippery wetness, but his touch only skims over my clit, leaving me wanting more.
I know he is doing it because of the way it quickens my breath and makes my chest heave and my breasts quiver tantalizingly. I am pretty sure the other men know exactly what he is doing.
Although I sneak glances at Finn and Hunter, I refuse to look towards Brandon. I can feel his gaze especially keenly, and it is making me as wet as any of the others.
But I don’t know how to deal with it. I never in my life dreamt that I would let my stepbrother see me like this.
When dinner is finished nobody gets up to do the dishes. It is like nobody wants to leave the table. Finally Hunter acknowledges my bare breasts.
“It looks like you’ve had a good suck on those tits, Uncle.”
“Sure I have,” says Uncle Logan, pulling me towards him again. “She likes having her tits played with, don’t you, honey?”
When I refuse to answer, he positions me so that I am stood with my legs are spread either side of his chair. I comply with what he wants, my heart beating fast and my nipples aching for his touch.
He fastens his mouth onto one of them and sucks it firmly over and over until I bury my fingers in his hair and start moaning.
Brandon is watching, but while Uncle Logan is sucking I can’t seem to care.
“See? Just like I told you,” he says, and starts sucking the other one. He releases it with a plop. “But you already knew that, didn’t you, Finn?”
“Yes,” Finn says hoarsely.
“It gets her nice and wet,” Uncle Logan says, his hands sliding under my skirt to my bare ass.
He holds my gaze as he squeezes and fondles my ass cheeks. We both know that the other men can pretty much see what he’s doing through the thin cotton.
He lifts up my skirt and tucks it into the waistband, leaving my bottom bare. My legs are spread enough that I know they can all see my gleaming pussy between them. I clench my ass cheeks instinctively.
My body is trembling, and though I dare not look at him, I feel Brandon’s eyes on me. The eyes of the other two are not so bad, because they have already seen me naked. But Brandon, my stepbrother, who never liked me much? That’s a different story.
And yet I still stand there, my legs spread apart and my tits thrusting out towards Uncle Logan’s mouth, hoping that he will suck them again.
My mind starts racing. I have made it clear to Finn that I am angry with him, so I know he will not touch me now. But what if Hunter does? What if Hunter reaches between my legs now and starts stroking my pussy in front of everyone?
As if to invite to this very thing, Uncle Logan puts his big hands on my ass cheeks and pulls them up and apart. I feel my pussy lips stretching open to reveal the pink hole between them. I feel a cool breeze on my anus and my vagina, and I know all three of them are getting a clear view.
I am frozen in their gaze. Helpless. It is so delicious and so forbidden that they are seeing me like this.
A tremor runs through me, like an electric current going straight from my pussy up into each nipple. My knees go weak and I find myself sagging. My hands clench Uncle Logan’s shoulders to keep myself upright.
In this position I am leaning over, making my backside even more visible to the watching men.
“Oh gosh,” I whisper, burying my face into Uncle Logan’s thick neck.
Uncle Logan continues to squeeze and release my ass a few times, leaving me shaking and desperate for more. I am now so wet that I can feel my slick moisture sliding out of my tiny hole and down the channel of my pussy slit.
“Well, Finn?” says Uncle Logan. “It looks like she wants you badly.”
I can’t see Finn, but I know him so well. I know that he is shaking his head.
“No, she doesn’t,” he says, his voice strained.
And yet I do. If he dropped his pants and thrust his dick into me from behind right now, I wouldn’t stop him. Not even with everyone watching.
But I know that he won’t. Not while I have made it clear that I am mad at him.
“What are you waiting for, boy?” Uncle Logan growls. He slaps my ass hard, making me moan. “You want one of us to bend her over the table and show you how it’s done? Maybe Brandon here should do it. His cock in her pretty little cunt. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Brandon.
I shiver at these words, my nipples puckering. I hope none of the men saw the tremor that just ran through me.
“She wants you,” says Uncle Logan. “We can all see it. Hell, even her brother can see it.”
“Stepbrother,” says Finn, making me smile despite everything. He knows I hate it whenever anyone calls Brandon my brother.
And then a wave of mortification washes over me. Here I am with my ass on display and my head buried in Uncle Logan’s shoulder, smiling at something Finn said because, God help me, I love him so much.
And yet my wet pussy is on full display to all of these men and he has just refused to fuck me.
I stand up fast, my cheeks flaming with anger, and my fists clenched. I tug my skirt back down and give Finn a haughty look.
“He knows why I don’t want him,” I say. “And he knows he’d better think of a way to fix it.”
I sweep up the stairs like a prima donna but my tits are jiggling and inside I am shaking and humiliated at what I have just done.
How can Finn possibly know how to fix this? Even I don’t have a clue if there is anything that could make me feel better.
And worse, I don’t know if he even wants to.
