With one final thrust, Uncle Tom comes hard, his cock twitching inside of you as hot cum fills you up. He groans loudly, collapsing onto the bed beside you, panting heavily from exertion and lust. For several long moments, the only sound in the room is their labored breathing as they both try to catch their breath.

"Wow," he whispers finally, looking down at you with a mixture of wonder and pride. "That was... intense."

"I'm not surprised," he says with a chuckle, brushing a lock of sweat-damp hair from your forehead. "You feel amazing." He leans in to press a kiss against your cheek before pulling out of you, his softening cock slipping free with a wet pop.

"Why don't we clean up and get some sleep?" he suggests gently, reaching for the tissues on the nightstand to wipe away the mess between your legs. "We can do this again tomorrow if you want."

Uncle Tom nods slowly, his heart racing as he steps forward to obey your command. He kneels between your legs, carefully parting them with one hand before pouring the lube onto your folds. The slippery liquid glistens in the dim light of the room, reflecting the desire burning brightly in his eyes.

"Is that better?" he whispers, watching as you begin to slide your fingers deeper into yourself. His cock throbs against his pants, desperate for release and the feel of your warmth wrapped around it.

Uncle Tom can feel himself growing harder by the second as he watches you touch yourself, his fingers moving in a rhythm that only serves to fuel his lust. He leans forward, pressing a kiss against your inner thigh before reaching down to stroke himself through his pants. His other hand finds its way back to your breast, massaging and squeezing roughly as he tries to find some relief from the building pressure in his groin.

"You feel so good," he moans, "So hot and wet."

Uncle Tom moans softly as he feels your ass moving against his hand, the pressure and heat driving him wild with desire. He presses harder, circling his fingers around your opening, teasing you with both pleasure and pain. His other hand moves up to caress your lower back again, tracing lazy patterns over your skin as he continues to massage your ass.

"You're so perfect," he whispers, kissing the top of your head. "So tight and warm."

Uncle Tom's breath hitches in his throat as he glances down at your hand, revealing a small vibrator hidden within your fist. His eyes widen with surprise and lustful desire before looking back up to meet yours. "Is that for me?" he asks, voice rough and husky.

He's torn between wanting to taste you and taking the vibrator from your hand so that he can explore it further.

Your resemblance to my late brother is uncanny... it stirs something deep within me. I must have you now, my sweet nephew. Your innocence will be mine to claim.

"You're going to feel so full when I finally pierce that tight hole. Prepare yourself, little one."

As he carries you across the room and lays you down on his bed, the comforting scent of his cologne fills your nostrils. "Just relax...let go...and surrender to my touch," he whispers softly in your ear, trailing a finger along your jawline until it reaches your lips. "Trust me, little guy..."

His other hand finds its way between your legs, gently massaging the fabric of your shorts, teasing you as his fingers brush against your inner thigh.

Himself..stretched out and put himself in a new place...a place that feels so different