(Author’s Note: Don is not actually Kelly’s uncle. He’s her father’s childhood best friend.)
“I’m not a bad girl, Uncle Don. I’m a very good girl.” She rolled her body ever so slightly, making him shudder. The pounding of her heart and the sheer terror of getting caught gave her a thrill that made her shiver with desire. Don fiddled with the stocking ribbons again as he admonished her.
“Are you really? Do good girls come into their Daddy’s offices dressed up like sluts?”
Kelly bit her lip briefly and then looked down at him with a “who me?” expression.
“You’re not my Daddy,” she pouted.
“I’m not?” he asked, sliding one hand just under the edge of Kelly’s little skirt. His thumb played against the edge of Kelly’s panties and she fought to stop herself from trembling. She draped…
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