I slammed the fridge door shut and there she was, my nineteen-year-old niece bent over the kitchen island with her shorts yanked down to her knees. Her bare ass was up high, cheeks spread, pussy already slick and pink. "Uncle, I need it doggy right here," she said, voice low and filthy. "Fuck me like you own me."
I didn't waste time with talk. My cock was already hard from the sight. I stepped behind her, grabbed her hips, and drove straight in. Her cunt swallowed me in one wet thrust, tight and hot. She moaned loud, pushing back against me. "Yeah, pound that niece pussy," she grunted. "Use me in the kitchen where anyone could walk in."
I fucked her hard and fast, hips slapping her ass with every stroke. The counter rattled under us. Her tits swung free as I reached around and pinched her nipples. She was dripping down my balls already, the sound of skin on skin loud and nasty in the quiet house. "Deeper, uncle," she begged. "Make it hurt so good."
I pulled out, spun her around, and bent her over again, this time with one leg up on a chair so I could watch my cock split her open. She reached back and spread her cheeks wider. "Look at that incest hole taking you," she said. "Your brother's daughter, getting railed like a slut."
I slammed back in, balls-deep, and started jackhammering. Sweat dripped off me onto her back. She came first, cunt pulsing and squeezing, juices running down her thighs onto the tile floor. I didn't stop. I kept pounding through her orgasm until I felt my own building. "Gonna fill you up," I growled. "Breed this niece cunt right here in the kitchen."
She pushed back harder. "Do it. Cum in me, uncle. Make it drip out while I cook dinner later."
I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes pumping deep inside her. She milked every drop, moaning the whole time. When I finally pulled out, my cum leaked down her legs in a messy trail. She turned, dropped to her knees, and licked me clean, sucking the last drops from my cock with a satisfied hum.
We stayed like that for a minute, breathing hard, the kitchen smelling like sex. She stood, pulled her shorts up over the mess, and kissed my cheek. "Same time tomorrow?" she asked, already grabbing a dish towel to wipe the counter.
I just nodded, already thinking about round two.
