Unholy Cravings and Desires

~ Hilda ~

“Mom, please… you can’t let Dad do this to me,” I begged, tears running down my cheeks. “Talk to him. I can’t go stay with Uncle Ken. Not after everything you both told me about him. You said he’s worse than a beast, that he joined the military because he was too wild and dangerous. Why are you sending me there?”

Mom sighed and rubbed my shoulder gently, the way she always did when she was trying to calm me down. “Darling, it’s only for a week. Just breathe.”

“Calm down?” My voice cracked. “Dad is being completely unreasonable just because he caught me watching porn. I’m twenty years old! I’m a grown woman. Watching porn isn’t even that bad. If I’d done something worse, would he lock me up forever?”

I was still ranting when I heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. I shut my mouth fast.

Dad appeared, looking every bit the strict military man he was with that serious face that always made me nervous. I was scared of him, but I still talked trash about him behind his back. Mom never snitched on me. She was more like my best friend than a real mom sometimes.

Uncle Ken had been Dad’s close military friend for years. My parents always described him as extremely strict, the kind of man whose voice alone sounded like thunder. His colleagues feared him. I had never met him in person, only heard the stories. But yesterday, when Dad caught me touching myself while watching porn in the living room, he called Uncle Ken right away and arranged for me to stay with him for “discipline.” He even grounded me from school until further notice.

Skipping school didn’t bother me. School and I had been enemies for years.

“Hilda, have you packed your bag?” Dad asked, his voice firm and commanding.

I stepped back, murmuring under my breath because the real words wouldn’t come out.

“Mom, please beg him,” I pleaded, looking at her desperately.

But Mom moved closer to Dad’s side. The look on her face said everything: she was supporting him on this.

“Mom, don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking.”

“Yes, darling. It is,” she said softly.

Dad checked his watch. “Little girl, go upstairs, pack your clothes, and come down immediately. We don’t have time to waste. Ken is waiting.”

I whispered under my breath, “Maybe you should go fight a lion with that wicked look of yours.”

“What did you say?” Dad asked, stepping closer.

“Nothing, Dad. I’m going to pack,” I said quickly, hurrying upstairs before he could question me. When I reached my room, I screamed at the top of my voice, “I hate you both for doing this to me!”

“You’ll hate us even more when you get to Uncle Ken’s house, I bet!” Dad shouted back. “And you’re not taking your phone. I don’t want you sneaking and watching porn again.”

I packed light — only a small bag with a few clothes, easy to carry if I needed to run away. I left my phone on the bed like Dad ordered.

“Hurry up!” Dad called again.

“I’m coming!” I shouted as I came downstairs.

Mom gave me a sympathetic look but said nothing.

I climbed into the back seat of Dad’s car while they sat in front. The drive to Uncle Ken’s house took thirty minutes. My stomach was twisted in knots the whole way.

When we arrived, Dad rang the bell.

The gate opened, and a man stepped out. Not just any man.

A fucking hot man.

Uncle Ken.

He was shirtless, wearing only black trousers that hung low on his hips. His body was insane — broad, powerful shoulders, thick chest muscles that flexed with every movement, deep, defined abs trailing down to a sharp V-line that disappeared into his waistband.

A single line of sweat ran down the center of his powerful chest, making his tanned skin glisten. His arms were massive, veins standing out. His face was strong and handsome, with a sharp jaw, dark intense eyes, and short-cropped hair.

He looked like he had walked straight out of one of my favorite porn videos.

I couldn’t stop my eyes from traveling up and down his body, drinking in every hard, defined muscle.

“Hello, Ken,” Dad said, shaking his hand firmly while Mom smiled warmly at him.

And me? I just stood there, staring at Uncle Ken with pure lust in my eyes.

I had always heard people talk about eye-fucking someone but this was the first time I was actually doing it. Because that’s exactly what I was doing — eye-fucking Uncle Ken so hard I could almost feel him inside me already.

I guess if Ken and I could never be friends, maybe my pussy and his cock could become very deep friends instead.

“Are you going to come inside, Hilda?” he asked, holding the gate open. His voice was deep and commanding, exactly like thunder.

“I should be the one asking you if you’ll cum inside.”

Oh shit! The words slipped out in a whisper before I could stop them. I quickly pressed my lips together. Thank goodness neither of them heard me.

I snapped out of my daze. “Oh sorry Ke—n,” I stammered, quickly correcting myself. “I mean, Uncle Ken.”

My face turned pink as I hurried inside. My parents followed.

This is the beginning of my unholy cravings and desires.