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UNCLE LUCAS AND VIKKI—PART 1 OF 3

Date: 8/1/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Incest, Virginity, Author: Liv Beornwulf, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

ass. The air is still heavy with his farting scent. He looks at me curiously and asks if anything is wrong, questioning if his abrupt farting has got anything to do with this. “No, I am not offended by that, Uncle Lucas—I mean, baby. That turns me on. It is one of the sexiest things you have ever done to me.” “Then why do you want to leave me, baby girl. Like you are aware, I haven’t begun fucking you in your pussy yet. Perhaps you don’t want me to fuck you?” He sounds worried while asking this. He has gotten it totally wrong. Having dressed up, I stroke his dick with my hand and kiss his lips calmly. “It is not that, baby. Dad just texted me. He is about to break my door and get into my room. I can’t let him see that I am not in there, especially after I lied to Mom that I have diarrhea. That is the reason I have to leave now. I have got only five minutes, so goodbye. We shall pick it up where we left it. Later on, it will be.” With these final words, I climb out of the car and hurry to my room. Of course, I have grabbed my phone with me. I have not left it in the car. Carefully, I climb up the sewer pipe the exact way I jumped down, and struggle back into my room. Once I am finally here, I look anxiously at the door. Dad has not tore it open yet. I smile to myself happily. At leas he didn’t suspect anything. I walk towards it, unlock it, and then leave it open. By the time he returns, he finds me lying down on my bed. I pretend to be ill, crumpling my forehead and rubbing ... my eyes red. I put some vinegar in them so that they swell and have me crying nonstop. No, I am not weeping loud. I am just shedding tears in silence. “Sweetie, what happened to you?” Dad asks worriedly. He walks over to me and seats quietly by the edge of the bed. I look up at him with difficulty. Hmnn….I didn’t know I could be a good actor. I deserve an Oscar Award for this performance. He puts his hand on my cheek to measure my temperature. I mean he is not a thermometer, so there is no way he will be measuring my temperature that way. He is just checking to see if I have fever as an addition to my feigned diarrhea or something. “Hmnn, your temperature is so high.” It was hot inside Uncle Lucas’ car. That is why my temperature is like this. Inside here, it is a bit cold. It is like I have been shut in a refrigerator. I can’t help but shiver. “Your temperature is high, and yet you keep shivering. Are you feeling cold, sweetie?” I nod at him quietly. He buys that as a sign that I am really sick. I am not. As we are talking, the door squeals open and Uncle Lucas marches in. “Hey, bro,” he tells my dad and then looks suddenly at me. “What is happening to my little princess? I mean why is she bed this early?” I almost laugh. I pull the blankets over my mouth so that Dad doesn’t see it I am grinning. “Our princess is not feeling well, Lucas, worse more on her eighteenth birthday. Just imagine? I wish her the quickest recovery possible.” Lucas comes closer and seat besides Dad. He ...