Under My Uncle’s Watch

When my summer break from college begins, I’m unprepared for the delicious thrill that awaits me for my first time.

An unexpected encounter with my alluring uncle leaves me craving more than just family ties. But this desire is forbidden, scandalous—and I can’t resist it.

The secret affair with my uncle intensifies when I discover the tantalizing allure of being watched. Every stolen touch and illicit kiss becomes more intoxicating knowing that others could bear witness to our passion. I’m hooked on the exhilarating rush, eager to push the limits further. But as I surrender myself to this dangerous game, I find that our connection deepens beyond lust. My uncle captivates my heart, and I’m left questioning if this forbidden love is worth risking everything for.

Under My Uncle’s Watch is a standalone taboo age-gap romantic quickie between an uncle and his niece.  Includes a publish first time experience/exhibition, voyeurism, breeding themes and an irresistible attraction that leads to a filthy HEA.

Word count: 6150. All characters are 18+
The cover picture is 100% created with AI.

Excerpt

I’m jogging through the park and slow down to catch my breath, hands on my knees as I gulp in the cool morning air. That’s when I hear it – a soft moan coming from the nearby greenbelt. What the hell?

Curiosity gets the better of me–because of course it does–and I creep towards the sound, peering around a thick bush. Holy sh*t. There’s a couple there, locked in an embrace. The guy has the girl pressed up against a tree, his hand disappearing under her skirt while she arches into him, head thrown back in pleasure.

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I watch them, knowing I shouldn’t be, but unable to look away. I mean, this is basically p*rn without the subscription fee, right? The way the guy’s muscles flex as he moves, the girl’s fingers digging into his back, the soft gasps and moans… It’s hot as hell, and I feel a familiar warmth building low in my belly. My breath hitches, my own body reacting to the scene unfolding before me.

Sh*t. Am I getting turned on by watching strangers hook up in a park? That’s… that’s not normal, right? But it feels so wrong, and yet, so f*cking right.

As the guy takes a moment to get his jeans open so he can pull out his c*ck, I’m overwhelmed with a neediness deep in my core. What would it be like to be desired so much that the person has to have you and they don’t care that you’re at the park?

I can only see the guy from the back, but I can tell the moment he has his c*ck out and he presses it into her. Watching their hips rock together as they both moan in pleasure is mesmerizing. Each time she meets him thrust for thrust, another surge of arousal runs through me. F*ck, I wish that was me, and suddenly my jogging shorts are too tight and my sports bra feels scratchy against my hard n*pples.

I slip a hand down into my shorts and panties to find some relief. The lightest touch gives me a jolt of pleasure. It’s like everything is on high alert right now and nothing will be enough to satisfy me until… until what? Until I get f*cked like that by someone who doesn’t care about where we are, only how good it feels when he slides into me?

The guy starts thrusting harder and faster, and his grunts fill the air as she cries out, begging him not to stop. Damn, they’re close already, just from this short little romp. My fingers work my cl!t in time with his c*ck moving in and out of her pu$$y, slapping against each other while he mutters, “Yeah, you like that?”

I reply yes in my head as if I’m the one getting f*cked, while she moans, “Yes!” and her nails rake down his back desperately as he slams into her.

I’m so caught up in my own pleasure–and, let’s be real, the free show–that I don’t notice the approaching footsteps until it’s too late. A familiar deep voice startles me out of my voyeuristic trance.

“Enjoying the view, Savannah?”

I yank my hand out from between my legs and whirl around. My heart is pounding so hard I swear it’s trying to escape my chest. And… oh. Oh sh*t. Standing there, looking like he just stepped out of a freaking fitness magazine, is Zachary, my uncle. Suddenly, I’m hyper-aware of just how awkward this situation is. Yeah… my uncle just caught me with my hands down my pants in a public park while watching a couple f*ck. This is probably not my finest moment.

My face flushes as I meet his eyes, my breath coming in shallow gasps. I can see the amusement in his gaze, but there’s something else there too. Something darker, more primitive. It sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel a fresh wave of arousal pool in my belly.

Zachary is tall. He’s easily over six feet, with a lean, athletic build that his fitted blue running shirt does nothing to hide. His chestnut hair is slightly tousled, with streaks of gray at the temples that I’ve always thought made him look distinguished. And those eyes… warm brown with flecks of gold, crinkled at the corners from the smile playing on his lips.

I realize I’m staring. Sh*t. Say something, Savannah!

Keeping my tone hushed, I blurt out, “Uncle Zach! I, uh… I wasn’t… I mean… I was just… tying my shoe?” Real smooth, girl. I can feel my cheeks burning with shame.

My uncle chuckles, a deep, rich sound that does funny things to my insides. I imagine being alone with him and making him laugh like that, and my stomach flutters with desire. His voice is smooth and nonchalant, but I can tell he’s amused as he looks over towards the couple fucking against the tree. “Must be a complicated knot. You’ve been standing here for a while.”

Oh god. He was watching me? I want to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment. I’m not just busted; I’m humiliated. “I’m sorry,” I blurt out. “I didn’t mean to… you know. Peep. And whatever.” My words are a jumbled mess, and I can’t seem to stop them. I feel like I was caught in the act myself.