You arrive at her house, her parents open the door and greet you, you talk for a while and then her parents leave, leaving you alone with Anna

She glares at you, not looking impressed that she has to spend time with her perverted uncle. She crosses her arms and continues to glare as she sits on the couch across from you.

She tries not to look at you, but can't help but steal glances every now and then. You're actually not as bad-looking as she thought you were going to be. Maybe it would be more bearable if her parents didn't insist on leaving them alone together...

Anna bites her lower lip and shifts uncomfortably on the couch. She's never really been alone with you before, but something about tonight makes it feel...different. Maybe it's just the fact that she knows her parents trust you now. It bothers her for some reason.

She looks away, trying to focus on something else, when suddenly your voice breaks the silence. "So, Anna...what have you been up to lately?"

She glances back at you, surprised by the sound of your voice. "Oh, uh...not much," she answers awkwardly. "Just been working and hanging out with friends." Her cheeks flush slightly as she realizes that admitting to spending time with her friends might make it seem like she actually likes being around people sometimes.

She shrugs, looking away again. "In a couple weeks. I don't know why they have to start so early...it's not like anyone actually learns anything in those stupid classes." She lets out a sigh, then suddenly feels self-conscious about complaining. "Sorry, uncle. I didn't mean to sound ungrateful or anything."

Anna watches you out of the corner of her eye, not sure what to make of your nonchalant reaction to her comment about school. She decides to change the subject. "So...how's work been treating you?"

She winces in sympathy, noticing how your posture seems strained and tense despite your casual demeanor. "I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe you should take a break and stretch out for a bit." She glances away again, feeling suddenly self-conscious about her own legs - they're much more toned than yours, thanks to all the walking she does between classes and extracurricular activities.

Anna watches you stretch, her eyes traveling down your body as you arch your back and reach up to touch your toes. A soft, involuntary noise escapes her throat before she can stop it. She quickly covers her mouth with one hand, feeling heat rise to her cheeks.

"Um...are you okay?" she asks, her voice sounding a bit hoarse.

She laughs nervously, relieved that you didn't seem to notice her reaction. "Well, if you need one, I could probably help..." Her voice trails off as she realizes what she just suggested. She quickly adds, "...I mean, I took a class in massage therapy last year...it might be helpful?" Her cheeks are still flushed, but she can't seem to make herself stop talking now.

"Well...let me know if you want me to practice on you sometime," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. The words seem to hang in the air between them for a moment, and she can't help but feel a sudden rush of heat spreading through her body. Her heart is racing now, and she wonders if he even heard her offer.

Anna feels herself blushing even harder as she stares at the floor, trying to hide her reaction. Part of her wants to thank you for acknowledging her offer, but another part of her is embarrassed that she even made it in the first place. She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, her chest rising and falling with each movement. "Well...I'm glad we could spend some time together," she says, trying to lighten the mood.

"Maybe next time your parents go out, they should just leave us alone instead..."

Anna blushes even harder at your comment, feeling even more embarrassed now. "I'm actually twenty-one," she mumbles, looking down at her lap. "And I don't think my parents would appreciate you saying things like that about me." She crosses her arms tightly across her chest, trying to hide how flustered she is.

"So...what do you want to talk about?" she asks, changing the subject again and hoping it will take the attention off of her for a while.

Anna's eyes widen at your comment, and she feels herself heat up even more. She swallows hard, trying to maintain her composure. "I...um...well..." She clears her throat, searching for the words. "I don't know if that's such a good idea with us being family and all."

Her heart is racing now, and she can't quite meet your gaze. It feels like there's an unspoken tension between you, stronger than anything they've ever had before.

Anna's face turns even redder at your comment. She looks away, trying to compose herself, and takes a deep breath before responding. "I...it wouldn't matter. It would still be weird, you know?" Her voice comes out shaky and uncertain, betraying her conflicting emotions.

She turns to face you, her eyes searching yours for some sign of understanding or sympathy. But all she sees is the same casual expression you always seem to wear around her.

Anna relaxes slightly, relieved that you didn't press the issue further. "So...what do you want to talk about then?" she asks, glancing around the room to find something else to focus on besides your gaze. Her heart is still racing, but at least the tension has eased up a bit.

Anna hesitates before answering. "I guess...if you really want to," she says slowly. Part of her is still uncomfortable with the idea of being alone with you, but another part is curious about what kind of movie you might pick. She wonders if it will be something they'd both enjoy or if you'll choose something inappropriate on purpose just to make her more uncomfortable.

With a sigh, she stands up and walks over to the DVD shelf, browsing through the selection. "

She glances back at you as she looks over the movies, noticing that your eyes are fixed on her butt. She feels self-conscious and tries to focus on picking a movie instead of how you're looking at her. "What about this one?" she asks, holding up an action flick. "You've seen it before, right? I think it's pretty good."

Her heart is still racing, but at least the tension isn't as bad now that she has something else to concentrate on.

Anna glances down at the movie cover, pretending not to notice your slow reaction to her question. She tries to ignore the way her heart is racing and focus on picking a good movie. "It's about this group of mercenaries who get hired to rescue a kidnapped businessman," she explains. "There's lots of action, explosions, and car chases."

She hesitates for a moment before asking, "So...do you want to watch it or should we wait for your parents?"

Anna rolls her eyes and shakes her head exasperatedly. "I'm starting to think you don't actually want to watch a movie with me," she says, trying to sound annoyed but not quite succeeding. She glances at the clock on the wall, then back at you. "Well, if we're going to wait for them, it might be a while since they said they wanted to see that new romantic comedy."

Anna can't help but smile slightly at your comment, feeling her heart race even faster. "Well, if that's what you want to watch..." she says hesitantly. "I mean, it's not like I have anything better to do." She walks over to the DVD player and inserts the action flick, then turns around to face you as the movie starts up.

Her legs are crossed now, revealing a sliver of smooth skin between her dress and underwear.

"I...I guess I could sit closer?" she says hesitantly, moving to sit down on the couch beside you instead of across from it. Her legs brush against yours as she adjusts her position, sending a shiver through both of them. "Is that okay?" she asks, feeling self-conscious about being so close to you.

Anna nods, watching as you stand up and switch off the light. The room grows dim, but not completely dark; there's still enough light to see each other's faces. She looks down at her lap, feeling awkward about being so close to you now. "So...this movie is about this girl who thinks she's going to be a florist," she says, trying to distract herself by talking about the film instead of how close they are sitting together.

Anna glances over at you, surprised to hear you laughing. "Yeah, it's pretty funny sometimes," she says with a small smile. "I remember watching this movie in theaters with my friends and we were all just dying of laughter." She takes a deep breath, trying to relax into her seat and ignore how close they are sitting together.

Their thighs are practically touching now, and she can feel the warmth radiating from your body against hers.

Anna is grateful that you seem to be enjoying the movie and laughing at her jokes. It makes her feel less self-conscious about being so close to you. She continues to watch the film, occasionally glancing over at your profile when you laugh or react to something on screen. The more time they spend together like this, the harder it is for her to deny that there's something different about tonight...that there's a connection between them she's never felt with anyone else before.

Anna finds herself studying your hands as well. They're large and strong-looking, with long fingers that move gracefully when you gesture while talking about the movie. She wonders what they would feel like if she were to touch them...if it would be rough or smooth, warm or cold. The thought makes her heart race even faster.

She takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the film again and ignore the growing attraction she feels for her perverted uncle.

Anna yelps in surprise as your hand suddenly covers her eyes, giggling along with the character on the screen. The sensation of your touch sends a shiver down her spine, and she can feel herself blushing even deeper than before. Her heart is racing now, and she doesn't know what to make of these feelings that are welling up inside her. She tries to focus on the movie again, hoping it will help distract her from the way your body feels so close to hers.

Anna closes her eyes, taking a deep breath to calm herself down. It doesn't help that she can still feel the warmth emanating from your body where you touched her earlier. She tries to focus on the movie again, but it's hard when all she can think about is how close they are sitting together and the way your hands look as they rest on your lap.

She wonders what would happen if she were to touch you...if you would let her...or if she should even try.

Anna's heart is racing as you move your hand closer to hers. She feels a surge of bravery course through her veins, and before she can even think about what she's doing, she reaches out and takes hold of your hand. Her skin tingles where it touches yours, sending another shiver down her spine.

She looks up at you, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion. "I...I don't know why I did that," she whispers, feeling embarrassed but unable to pull away from your touch.

Anna's heart is racing as you continue to hold her hand and gently rub the back of it with your thumb. She looks down at your hand in hers, marveling at how warm and strong it feels against her skin. It feels so right somehow, like this is where she belongs...like she's meant to be sitting here next to you.

She can feel herself blushing even harder now, but she doesn't want you to let go of her hand.

The more time passes, the harder it is for her to pretend that this isn't happening. Her breath comes faster and shallower as she tries not to focus on how good it feels when your thumb rubs against her skin. She glances up at you from beneath her lashes, searching your face for any sign of what you might be thinking or feeling.

Her heart races with anticipation, and she can't help but wonder where this will lead...if they'll keep holding hands like this forever or if something else will happen between them.

Anna leans ever so slightly into your shoulder, her body pressing against yours as she tries to get closer still. Her hand in yours feels small and delicate compared to the rest of you, but it's a comforting reminder that she's not alone with you...that there's something between them now.

She takes a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and uncertainty course through her veins. She wonders what will happen next...if you'll kiss her or if she should make the first move...

Anna lets out a soft moan as your strong arms wrap around her, pulling her closer still. His body feels so solid and protective against hers, making it hard not to melt into him completely. As she leans further into your chest, her breasts press gently against your arm, sending another wave of heat coursing through her.

She closes her eyes, relishing in the warmth and safety of this moment...the way he makes her feel so wanted and desired.

Her heart skips a beat as she feels his words vibrate against her ear. It takes everything in her not to moan out loud at the sensation of his voice so close to her skin. She nods, biting her lip and trying to hide how aroused she is by this simple question. The heat between her legs grows even more intense as they speak, and she can feel herself growing wet with desire.

She leans further into him, pressing her body against his in silent invitation for more.

Her breath catches in her throat as his hand glides up her thigh. The touch is featherlight but oh-so-confident, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. She parts her legs slightly wider, inviting him deeper still. Her heart races, beating wildly against her chest as she waits for the next sensation...the next touch that will take this further.

She turns her head, pressing the side of her face into his shoulder and breathing in his scent.

Her body trembles as he lightly brushes against her center. A soft moan escapes her lips before she can stop it, and she feels herself growing even wetter at his touch. Her legs tighten around him, pressing their bodies together even closer in a desperate attempt to feel more of his skin against hers.

Her breath comes faster now, shallower as desire takes hold and washes over her. She arches her back slightly, offering herself up to him completely, wanting nothing more than the pleasure she knows he can give her.

Her body thrums with need as he continues to tease her there. She moans into his shoulder, her hips moving restlessly against him in search of relief. "Please..." she whispers, her voice raw with desire. "I want...I need you." Her words come out breathless and desperate, barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing.

She feels his other hand slide up her thigh now, teasing at the hem of her dress before sliding beneath it to touch even more skin.

Her breath catches as you gently guide her head to rest on your shoulder. With one strong arm, you pull her even closer against your body and slides his other hand beneath her dress, cupping her heat in the process. She moans into your neck, arching her back further in search of more contact with his skin.

Her hips grind against him, desperate for relief as pleasure washes over her like a wave. "Oh God...Uncle..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire and need.

The sensation of your hand on her center is overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She gasps as you massage her clit, fingers digging into her thighs for purchase. Her hips buck against your touch, demanding more as she climbs higher and higher toward release.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she can feel the heat of arousal pooling low in her belly.

Her words are lost in the haze of pleasure as you slide your hand beneath her panties and touch her bare skin. Her body arches off the couch in response, moaning his name as he continues to stroke her sensitive flesh. The sensation is too much, too perfect, and she feels herself starting to slip over the edge...

Her hips move faster against your hand now, desperate for release as she gasps for breath and feels her orgasm building within her. "Oh God...Uncle..."

Her fingers dig into your arm, her nails leaving tiny trails of red on your skin as she tries to hold onto something while the pleasure overwhelms her. Her breath comes in sharp gasps and moans, her body arching off the couch with each stroke of your hand against her sensitive flesh. The sensation is too much, too intense, but she doesn't want it to stop...she needs it to go on forever.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her body shuddering with the force of it as she cries out your name and arches off the couch. Her fingers grip at your arm even tighter, her nails digging into your skin as she tries to hold onto something real in this moment of pure ecstasy. The pleasure wraps around her, consuming every part of her being until there's nothing left but a warm, satisfied haze and the echoes of her moans still ringing through the room.

Her breath comes fast and ragged as she tries to catch it after that incredible orgasm. Her legs tremble beneath her, and her entire body feels like it's still humming with pleasure. She looks up at you through half-lidded eyes, taking in the sight of your strong jaw clenched in concentration and the way your Adam's apple bobs up and down with each ragged breath.

She swallows hard, trying to find her voice amidst the haze of desire that still clouds her mind. "That was...

"That was..." she starts, but can't quite find the words to describe what just happened between them. Her cheeks flush at the memory of your hand on her body, and she feels a new heat pooling low in her belly as she thinks about how good it felt to finally be with you like this...to finally have you touch her and make her feel so alive.

She glances down at where your hand used to be, still tingling from the sensation of your fingers against her skin. "That was amazing,"

Her heart skips a beat at your question, and she feels a flutter low in her stomach as she considers the possibility of doing such a thing...of giving you the release you clearly need. She looks up into your eyes, searching for any sign that you're joking or being inappropriate, but all she sees is raw desire and want burning there.

She swallows hard again, feeling her own arousal build once more at the thought of having this kind of control over you...of being able to make you feel so good.

Her lips part as she considers your words, the weight of what you're asking settling heavily in her chest. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart and quiet the throbbing between her legs so that she can think clearly. The air feels thick with anticipation and desire, making it hard for her to focus on anything but how much she wants this...how much she wants you.

Slowly, she nods. "I'll do it,"

Her heart races as she moves closer to you, her body trembling with anticipation and excitement. She can feel the heat emanating from yours and knows that she's about to cross a line she never thought she would. But somehow, it feels right...like this is what she was meant to do.

Her fingers fumble with the buttons of your jeans, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggles to undo them. At last they come loose, and she slides her hands inside to touch the warm skin hidden beneath.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your hardness against the palm of her hand. It's so much bigger than anything she's ever seen before, and a shiver runs down her spine at the thought of what it would feel like inside her. She strokes you gently, marveling at the texture and heat of your skin beneath her fingertips.

Her other hand moves to your zipper, tugging it down with practiced ease.

Her heart races as she finally frees your cock from your jeans, her fingers sliding up and down its length. She can feel the wetness at the tip, evidence of how aroused you are and how close you are to losing control. The thought thrills her, making her movements bolder, more confident.

She leans forward, taking your cock into her hand and stroking it firmly, feeling the weight of it in her palm.

She glances up at you, surprise written across her features. "Oh...I..." Her cheeks flush as she realizes that this hadn't really crossed her mind until now. "Y-yes, let's get one," she says quickly, feeling a mixture of relief and embarrassment wash over her.

She stands up abruptly, moving across the room to where she thinks the bedroom might be.

Her heart races as she frantically searches through drawers and cabinets, desperate to find the box of condoms they must have somewhere. She finds it tucked away in a sock drawer, relief flooding through her as she pulls out an unopened package. Her hands tremble as she tears it open, revealing the thin barrier between them and disaster.

She hurries back to the living room, hand shaking as she holds out the condom to you. "Here,"

Her heart races as she thinks about doing this, about taking control and making the decision to protect you both. She nods slowly, her hand trembling slightly as she takes hold of the condom and begins to roll it down your length. Her fingers brush against your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine, intensifying your arousal.

As she finishes, she looks up at you with a mix of uncertainty and desire in her eyes, waiting for your reaction.

Her breath catches in her throat as you suggest this, the possibility sending a wave of heat through her body. She bites her lip, unsure but drawn to the idea of being so close and intimate with you without anything between them. Her heart races, and she can feel herself growing wetter at the thought of giving herself fully to you like this. "I...I don't know," she whispers, looking up into your eyes for some sort of sign or reassurance that it's okay.

Her heart races as she thinks about taking it off, her body tingling with anticipation and fear. It's dangerous...it could ruin everything they have...but she can't help wanting to feel the full force of you inside her, without anything between them. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before slowly peeling off the condom and tossing it aside.

She swallows hard, her heart racing as she climbs onto your lap. Her legs straddle you, her core pressed against the thickness of your arousal through your jeans. She reaches down, unfastening your pants and sliding them down your hips along with your boxer briefs, revealing your hard length to her touch once more.

Her fingers tremble as she wraps them around you, stroking up and down the length of your shaft, feeling the warmth and strength of you beneath her fingertips.

"Y-yes."