I’m Priya, a 23-year-old girl from a small town near Bangalore, now living with my extended family in the city. My uncle, Ravi, is my father’s younger brother—38, ruggedly handsome, with a lean, muscular build, dark hair streaked with gray, and eyes that always seemed to linger on me a little too long. He’s unmarried, a free spirit who drifts in and out of our house, bringing with him a scent of cigarettes and danger. I’d always felt a pull toward him, a forbidden thrill I couldn’t shake. Last week, that thrill became reality when he fucked me senseless, turning my quiet world upside down.
It happened on a sultry afternoon. The house was buzzing with relatives for a family gathering, but by evening, most had left. My parents were out shopping, leaving me alone with Uncle Ravi. I was in my room, wearing a simple salwar kameez, the thin fabric hugging my curves—my full breasts straining against the top, my hips swaying as I moved. I’d caught him staring earlier, his gaze tracing my body like a predator sizing up prey. Now, he knocked on my door, his voice low and gravelly. “Priya, can I come in?”
I nodded, my pulse quickening as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He wore a tight black shirt and jeans, his sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle. “You’ve grown up so much,” he said, his eyes locked on mine, then drifting lower. I blushed, fidgeting with my dupatta. “Thanks, Uncle,” I mumbled, but the air between us was thick, charged with something unspoken. He stepped closer, so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. “You’re not a kid anymore,” he murmured, his hand brushing my arm. My skin tingled where he touched me, a spark igniting deep inside.
Before I could process it, his fingers slid to my waist, pulling me against him. “Uncle, what are you—” I started, but his lips silenced me, crashing into mine with a hunger that stole my breath. His kiss was rough, demanding, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, tasting me. I should’ve pushed him away, screamed, anything—but instead, I melted, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer. His stubble grazed my skin as he kissed me deeper, his hands roaming, squeezing my ass through the fabric. “Fuck, Priya, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he growled against my lips.
He didn’t wait for permission. His hands yanked my kameez up, tearing it over my head, exposing my bra-clad breasts. “Look at you,” he rasped, unhooking my bra with one swift move, letting it fall. My nipples hardened under his stare, and he didn’t hesitate—his mouth latched onto one, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak. I moaned, loud and shameless, my head tipping back as he devoured me. His other hand kneaded my breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers until I was whimpering, my body trembling with need.
“Uncle… we shouldn’t,” I gasped, but it was a weak protest, drowned by the wetness pooling between my thighs. He smirked, pulling back to strip off his shirt, revealing a chest dusted with hair, muscles rippling as he moved. “You want this, Priya. Don’t lie,” he said, his voice dripping with confidence. He tugged my salwar down, taking my panties with it, leaving me naked and exposed. I tried to cover myself, but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head against the wall. “Let me see you,” he ordered, his eyes raking over my body—my heaving breasts, my quivering thighs, my glistening pussy.
He dropped to his knees, his hands spreading my legs wide. I gasped as his breath hit my core, warm and teasing. “So fucking wet,” he muttered, then his tongue was on me, licking a slow, torturous path up my slit. I cried out, my hips bucking as he sucked my clit, his fingers sliding inside me—first one, then two, stretching me with a delicious burn. “Uncle… oh God,” I moaned, my hands tangling in his hair, pushing him deeper. He ate me out like a starving man, his tongue flicking and thrusting until I came hard, my juices coating his face, my legs shaking so bad I nearly collapsed.
But he wasn’t done. He stood, wiping his mouth with a wicked grin, and unbuckled his jeans. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, and rock-hard, bigger than I’d ever imagined. My eyes widened, a mix of fear and lust swirling inside me. “Ready for your uncle, baby?” he asked, stroking himself as he stepped closer. I nodded, unable to speak, my body screaming for him. He grabbed my hips, lifting me effortlessly, pinning me against the wall. His cock teased my entrance, rubbing against my swollen lips, driving me wild. “Beg for it,” he growled. “Please, Uncle… fuck me,” I whimpered, and he did.
He thrust into me, hard and deep, splitting me open with one brutal stroke. I screamed, the pain mixing with pleasure as he filled me completely, his cock stretching my tight pussy to its limits. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, holding still for a moment, letting me adjust. Then he started moving—slow at first, each thrust rocking my body against the wall, my breasts bouncing with the force. “You like that, huh?” he grunted, his hands gripping my ass, spreading me wider. “Yes, Uncle… harder,” I begged, lost in the heat of it all.
He obliged, fucking me like a man possessed, his hips slamming into me, his cock driving deeper with every thrust. The room filled with the sounds of our lust—my moans, his grunts, the wet slap of skin on skin. He pulled out suddenly, spinning me around, bending me over my desk. “Ass up, Priya,” he commanded, smacking my cheek hard enough to sting. I obeyed, arching my back, and he entered me from behind, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded me mercilessly. “You’re mine now,” he rasped, his cock hitting spots that made me see stars.
I came again, my pussy clenching around him, my cries echoing through the house. He didn’t slow down, fucking me through it, his thrusts growing erratic. “Gonna fill you up,” he growled, and with one final, savage thrust, he did—his hot cum flooding me, spilling deep inside as he roared my name. My body shuddered, another orgasm ripping through me, my pussy pulsing around him, milking every drop.
He pulled out, his cum dripping down my thighs, and turned me to face him. I was a mess—sweaty, trembling, my lips swollen from his kisses. He cupped my face, kissing me softly this time, a stark contrast to the roughness before. “You’re fucking incredible, Priya,” he whispered, his breath ragged. I leaned into him, my body still buzzing, my mind reeling from what we’d done.
The house was silent now, the distant hum of traffic the only sound. We dressed in a daze, but his hand lingered on my waist as we parted. “This isn’t over,” he said, his eyes promising more. And as I collapsed onto my bed, my body aching and alive, I knew he was right—Uncle Ravi had fucked me, and I’d never be the same.