Page 113 of Unwrapping Deviance

I pull my phone out and nudge her legs open further to get a clear shot of her messy cunt. I take another of her sprawled in the dirt, clothes rumpled, hair full of leaves and twigs. That one’s for me.

But I send both to Daniel.

I put my phone away and pull my jeans up. I reach for her next. I brush down her top and get as much of the dirt off her as possible before pulling us both to our feet.

She’s watching me, looking fucking delicious with dirt streaks down her legs and tangled in her hair. She’s got no panties on so I know I’m trickling down her thighs. She’s so messy, and filthy and I fucking want her again.

I stuff my cock into my pants and zip up.

It’s getting dark and Mira’s basically naked except my shirt. Plus...

As I’m thinking it, my phone chimes. I know it’s Daniel even before I log in.

“Get her home. Now.”

I smirk and pass the phone to Mira. I study her face as she reads the four words, enjoying the bright pink rising high on her cheeks.

“If I had known that is all it would take...”

She passes the phone back. Her gaze meets mine. The blush deepens, and I’m obsessed.

“Come on, brat. Let’s get you home so your daddy can clean you up.”

She accepts the hand I extend. We search for her shorts, but I must have tossed them further than I thought, because they aregone, along with her top she’d tucked in the back pocket. She has no choice going home in nothing, except my t-shirt.

“How often?”

I glance down at her quizzical as we pick our way slowly along the dirt path in the direction of the park. “What?”

“How often have you two done this, besides Lucy? Has there been a lot of women?”

I may not be a lawyer like Daniel, but I’m not stupid enough to fall into that hole.

“Daniel hasn’t been with anyone since your mom got sick. No one since you came along.”

She considers that before asking, “Why do you call him daddy?”

“I do not call him daddy!” I bark, genuinely outraged by the slander.

Mira chuckles. “I mean for me.”

“Because he is your daddy, isn’t he? Technically, he’s your step daddy, but he still calls you his baby girl.”

She seems to think about that as we walk. After a moment, she glances up at me.

“Doesn’t that make you my step uncle?”

Technically. But...

“Screaming Uncle Christian doesn’t feel right,” I decide after a moment of deliberation. “I don’t support.”

Mira chuckles. “I don’t know. Could be sexy.”

I dart her a side long glance. “Give me one sentence that calling me your uncle would sound sexy.”

She’s quiet for a moment. Long enough that I have to think maybe I won. Finally, she gives a little shy shrug and says, “Uncle Christian likes sneaking into my bed at night when I’m sleeping. He likes putting his hand inside my panties and I wake up with him stretching my little hole with his fingers. He tells me to be quiet or Daddy will hear and he’ll have to stop. I try, but Ican’t help it when he puts his cock inside me. He’s so big and I almost can’t take him all the way, but once he’s in, he makes my pussy tingle and get so wet.”

Fuck, my dick really, really fucking loves that story. So much so that I face her. My hand closes around the soft flesh of her throat and I back her into a tree.

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