Page 3 of Milk & Cookies for Uncle

“Nothing really.” She shrugs. “Once I remember my mom telling me we had to put out milk and cookies for Santa, but that was so long ago.” She shrugs it off, but I can tell it bothers her. “You?”

“No.” I shake my head and then reach down to touch a lock of her hair. I slide it between my fingers and feel her snuggle closer to me. “Although I like watching movies.”

“Me too.” She peeks up at me, and there’s a little bit of chocolate on her bottom lip.

“Let me get that for you,” I tell her as I lick my thumb and then slide it over her lip. As I do it, I make sure the tip slides in her mouth just a tiny bit. When I feel her tongue against it, I swallow hard and force myself to remove my thumb from her mouth. “Good girl.” She doesn’t say another word as we go back to watching the movie, but she does get a little closer.

After some time passes, I point to the table next to the popcorn. “Do you want some hot cocoa?”

“Oh yes please, that sounds nice.”

I instructed the staff to put out her usual bedtime drink before they left for the evening and make it into cocoa instead of tea. I pour her a mug and add extra marshmallows then join her on the couch again. By the time the third movie begins, she’s barely able to keep her eyes open. It’s not long after that she slumps against me and is completely asleep.

Carrying her in my arms, I climb the stairs to my room and lock the door. She doesn’t stir as I pull the covers back and place her in my bed. The room is completely dark so I turn on the bedside lamp so that I can see everything as I pull down her dress.

CHAPTER3

LOGAN

Once I’ve got it off of her, I take a moment to appreciate her body in only her panties and bra. Usually when I sneak into her room, she’s totally unaware of what I do to her, but tonight will be different. Tonight I want her to know what’s happening.

I’ve enjoyed having Milly as my little toy to play with, and all that I’ve been able to do with her while she sleeps. I told myself that if I could make her happy during the day, she could make me happy at night. Now I’ve come to realize I want her to know how good she makes me feel all the time.

The sleeping dose I usually give her is much stronger, so I only did a little this time. I can tell it’s already wearing off as she stirs in my bed. Not wanting her to be afraid, I get on the bed with her and climb between her legs.

“U-uncle Logan?” she says groggily.

“I’m right here, Milly,” I tell her as I reach down and undo my belt.

“W-what’s happening?” She blinks a few times, but she can’t seem to focus right away.

“We forgot to put out milk and cookies for Santa,” I tell her as I take out my cock and push my pants down my ass.

“What?” She’s totally confused, and then I feel her hands try in vain to push on my chest. “Why are you on top of me?”

The dose isn’t strong, but it still slows down her movements and makes her weak. “Come on, Milly. You’re not a little girl anymore. You know who Santa is, don’t you?”

She blinks and shakes her head, then tries once again to push me off. “Uncle Logan, what’s happening?”

“I’m Santa,” I tell her as I reach for the clasp of her bra. “I’m the one that brings you presents and knows if you’ve been a good girl.”

She stiffens when I take her bra off of her and toss it on the ground. Her heavy breasts spill out, and I can see pearls of milk already starting to leak. I could tell she was so full this morning when I looked at her in that dress. I knew she’d be dripping by tonight and I would need to suckle her more than usual.

“Look at you, already dripping,” I tell her as I bend my head down and latch on to a nipple. The sweet cream hits my tongue, and I moan at how good she tastes while greedily lapping it up.

“No, no, no, no.” Milly tries to struggle, but her hands are weak and fall to the bed before she can make contact.

“You’re so full and swollen. Doesn’t this feel better?” My mouth goes to her other nipple, and she practically squirts in my mouth. I make a sound of approval even as she shakes her head.

“Stop, please don’t do this.”

“But this is your favorite part,” I tell her as I reach between us and pull her panties to the side.

“This can’t be happening.” Her feet try to kick out, but all it does is spread her legs wider.

“Come on, Milly, don’t pretend you don’t like it. You’re so wet. Feel that?” I slide my fingers between her pussy lips, and she inhales sharply. “It’s running down your thighs.”

“Uncle Logan.” She whines as I take my fingers away and grab my cock.

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