continuing

Tom's hands moved almost without his conscious permission, one settling on her waist while the other tangled in her hair. The last threads of his resistance snapped as Sarah's fingers worked his zipper down, her touch electric against him.

"That's it," she breathed, her lips brushing his neck. "Stop fighting what we both want."

The rational part of his mind screamed warnings—about consequences, about morality, about what this would mean for their relationship. But the feel of her young body against his, the heat of her desire, the taboo thrill of what they were about to do, overwhelmed every coherent thought.

Sarah lifted herself slightly, reaching between them to free him from his jeans. Her touch was confident, knowing exactly what he liked despite her apparent teenage inexperience. The duality of her adult knowledge in this young body was intoxicating.

"I've dreamed about this so many times," she whispered, positioning herself over him. "About finally getting to show you how much I want you."

Tom groaned as she slowly lowered herself onto him, her wetness enveloping him completely. The sensation was overwhelming—familiar yet completely new, like coming home to something forbidden.

"Oh god, Uncle Tom," Sarah moaned, her head falling back as she adjusted to him. "You feel so much better than I imagined."

She began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. Her dress bunched around her waist as she rode him, the afternoon light from the window casting shadows across her young face twisted in pleasure.

"Sarah," Tom gasped, his hands gripping her hips, unable to resist matching her rhythm.

"Tell me," she panted, leaning forward so her face was close to his again. "Tell me you've wanted this. Tell me you've thought about fucking your little niece."

The words were filthy, inappropriate, exactly what his enhanced libido wish had created. But hearing them from her lips, seeing the **** need in her eyes, made them perfect.

"Yes," he admitted, the confession torn from him. "Christ, yes, I've thought about it."

Sarah's smile was triumphant as she increased her pace, her young body moving with practiced skill that belonged to his wife but felt completely new in this context. The couch creaked beneath them, and somewhere in the back of his mind Tom was aware they were taking an enormous risk—but the pleasure was too intense to care.

"I love how you fill me," Sarah gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I love knowing I'm the first—that you chose me over everyone else."

She wasn't the first, of course—she was his wife transformed—but in this reality, in this moment, she felt completely new. Every touch, every sensation was magnified by the taboo nature of what they were doing.

"Sarah, we should—" Tom started, but she silenced him with a fierce kiss, her tongue claiming his mouth as she rode him harder.

"Don't think," she commanded against his lips. "Just feel. Feel how good your niece's pussy feels wrapped around your cock."

The crude words from her teenage lips sent him spiraling toward the edge. This was everything his darkest fantasies had imagined and more—the perfect combination of innocence and experience, forbidden desire made flesh.

"I'm close," he warned, his control slipping completely.

"Good," Sarah purred, her movements becoming more frantic. "I want to feel you come inside me, Uncle Tom. I want all of it."

The permission, the encouragement, the absolute abandonment to pleasure—it was too much. Tom felt himself crossing the point of no return, lost in the twisted paradise his wishes had created.