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Phillip tries his best to contain his glare as Fran’s boyfriend… Paul? No-- Beau-- yammers on about church camp and how he wants to be a youth pastor to help guide the next generation. Phillip forces a polite smile and glances at Fran who fidgets nervously in her seat.
She’s always been a good girl. His perfect girl. Her family moved in next door when she was eleven and he’s watched her bloom into a bright young woman. She’s slowly coming into herself, becoming more confident, well-- at least when he’s around. She always so quiet around her parents, rarely voicing opinions or interests that they don’t approve of and she doesn’t seem to be anymore herself with this young man. Phillip does his best not to lose his temper, after all the night is still young.
“I forget, Beau, are you old enough for wine?” Phillip asks as he plucks the bottle off the table.
Fran glances between them and she chews on her lip. Phillip winks at her to settle her nerves, that he’s not here to pass judgment on teenagers being teenagers.
“Yeah,” he says with a very telling clearing of his throat. “Yeah, I’m old enough for wine.”
Phillip hums and does a heavy pour into Beau’s empty wine glass.
The young man seems all too eager to drink it down.
“So, Frannie. How was your school visit?”
She perks up at the question and tears her gaze away from Beau’s greedy guzzling of the wine. “Good. I liked it. I think I want to go there in the fall. They have a good accounting program.”
Phillip is about to heap praise on her but is interrupted by Beau.
“Nah, you don’t need to do that. I’ll start work with my dad over the summer. Besides, how are you going to major in math, you’re a girl.”
Phillip grinds his teeth and clears his throat. “Our Frannie here, is a wiz at math. She’s brilliant, any math department would be lucky to have her.”
Beau snorts but clears his throat when he meets Phillip’s gaze. “I just think women can find more meaning in the home. As a helpmate, you know, doing what they do best, cooking, raising kids.” The kid drinks down his wine and Phillip pours him another full glass, finishing the bottle in the process.
“Frannie, you know where the wine is. Why don’t you go pick out another bottle.”
She looks like a deer in the headlights, glancing between Beau and him and he gives her a gentle smile. “Don’t want Beau to feel slighted as a guest now do we?” Phillip may have fine tuned his manners as an adult but there’s still that childish part inside of him that wants to one up this man-child who dares to think he can stifle his best girl. His new found patience has made him better at the long game.
It’s how Fran’s in his house right now, laying her napkin in her chair as she goes to the cellar, he’s been patient with her and he knows her deepest desires. They’re shared. He’s heard confirmation of it fall from her lips on the little camera in the guest room the last time she house sat. She’s as good as his, she’s just been too young to let her know it.
Frannie fantasizes about being Mrs. Altman and he’s certain that this is why she wanted him to meet her new boyfriend. It almost feels like a provocation so Phillip plays along, always eager to please his girl. He’s determined to make her his but because she’s barely even a senior and young for her grade, he’s bided his time. Not to mention she’s always been a little skittish so he’s had to be patient, not pushy. Fran doesn’t like pushy.
“Now, I’m not going to say this in front of Fran,” Phillip says sternly. “But your views on women are pretty archaic.”
Beau scrunches up his face like he doesn’t know what the word means. “Fran’s told me all about you. Called you a free thinker.” The words drip from his mouth with disgust with just enough of a slur that Phillip knows the wine is working on a boy with too much confidence and not enough tolerance. To his delight he takes another hearty drink. “Let me just say, when we’re married, that Fran won’t have to put up with your sick views of the world anymore.”
Phillip’s temper flares but he’s saved from lashing out by Fran coming back with another bottle of wine.
“Ah, good girl,” Phillip says, noticing the pleasant blush and soft smile that play on Fran’s face. He makes a show of looking at the label even though wine tasting was never his thing. “Good.”
Phillip picks up the cork and opens the new bottle before taking Fran’s empty glass and pours some more for their guest. “Try this,” he urges, pushing the full glass towards Beau. He downs the rest of his first glass and takes a hearty swig of the new. His face scrunches up in disgust. He doesn’t like it but still he drinks the rest.
“Beau, I think—” Fran tries to interject.
Beau looks at her belligerently, effectively silencing her and Phillip likes that less than the talk about helpmates.
“Frannie, you went to some museum recently, just last weekend right?” Phillip asks, trying to move the evening along.
“Oh, yes. For art class.”
“And how was it?”
She glances nervously at Beau but when her gaze meets Phillip’s she brightens. It’s a subject he’s encouraged. “It was nice. I really liked—”
“Bunch of perverts!” Beau spits out. “All those nude paintings and statues. What a bunch of degenerates!”
Fran quiets and stares at her lap.
“You know what painting I always found fascinating? Judith Slaying Holofernes, it’s painted by a woman and it’s very visceral. You probably know the topic well Beau, what with your biblical studies.”
“Judith was a whore,” he spits, setting down his third empty glass. “Where’s the bathroom, I gotta piss.”
Phillip gets up and acts as if he’s going to guide Beau to the bathroom, only to grab the man by the arm and put a handcuff on him.
“What this fuck is this?!” Beau shouts as he struggles. Phillip hooks one to his other wrist and soon enough Beau is stuck to the dining room chair. In quick fashion, Phillip secures Beau’s kicking legs and shoves a napkin in his mouth to gag him.
Phillip sweeps the hair out of his face. “This is a lesson, Beau. I’ve known men like you my whole life and everyone of them was insufferable and awful. They never once appreciated anything around them and only viewed women as something to be conquered and controlled. Never mind their views on letting other people be happy. ”
One glance at Fran and Phillip sees shes as white as a sheet as she watches the bizarre scene play out before her.
“Now, Frannie, come here,” he says with a crook of his finger as he sits back down in his chair. Fran tentatively gets up and approaches with furtive glances between him and Beau. Sometimes she reminds him of a scared rabbit. “Good girl, now come have a seat,” he says, sliding back his chair and patting his lap. Beau struggles against the restraints and his gag, Fran shifts nervously but otherwise does as he requests.
This isn’t the first time she’s sat in his lap, the first time was a few years ago at some neighborhood picnic where there weren’t enough chairs and her grass allergy was acting up. She was so squirmy that Phillip had to show the utmost restraint. It was torture. There was a lot of porn featuring tiny brunettes after that.
Fran sits on his knee, prim and proper, and he places his hand on her hip to pull her just a little closer, but not so close as to scare her with the hardness of his cock.
“Frannie baby, I think we need to talk about you acting you. I can’t help but feel like this is all a cry for attention.”
She looks sheepishly at the ground and nibbles her lip, blushing furiously and that’s all the answer that Phillip needs.
“This isn’t a nice boy,” he tells her, gesturing at Beau who’s red faced with his anger.
She sighs and glances at him. “But I didn’t want you to see me as a little kid. I wanted you to see me all grown up.”
Phillip rubs her back and kisses her temple, she relaxes minutely while Beau continues to rail against the cuffs and the chair.
“I know what you want, Frannie. But we need to be patient. You’re still so young.”
She pouts and oh he sees that little bratty streak she tries to hide from him.
“But—” Her lips roll and press as she tries to find words and his fingers tease over her hip. She squirms. “I want to be with you.”
Beau lets out a sound that might be angry if it wasn’t muffled by his napkin.
Phillip smirks. “And you will be. But we really need to show Beau a lesson for being a chauvinist and I think you might need one for being naughty.”
“A lesson?”
“Hmmm. A lesson in being able to ask for what you want.” He watches how she gets quiet and mousy again. “But you’re in luck. I know what you want, Frannie girl. I know you want to be Mrs. Altman.”
She looks at him with wide eyes.
“You don’t think I’d let the prettiest girl I know house sit without a little extra security to make sure she’s safe would you?”
Her throat bobs with a swallow.
“You’re so pretty when you come,” he whispers in her ear, just for her.
Her breath hitches and he can practically feel the arousal build in her blood.
“Do you know what it did to me? Watching you play with that pretty little pussy in my bed?” He pulls her closer, against his hard cock. “What you do to me when you’re so close?”
She glances at him with her pink cheeks and her pupils blown wide. He takes her hand, picks it up from where it rests in her lap and cups his aching cock. She glances away in her shyness and Phillip squeezes her hand around his length, he wants her to know he can handle a firm touch.
Beau rattles his proverbial cage, breaking the haze of distraction Fran was under.
“Now, why don’t you show him how sorry you are for bringing him here under such false pretenses.”
Fran looks up at him with wide worried eyes and Phillip tucks her hair back behind her ear.
“You can show him you’re sorry by wrapping those pretty pink lips around my cock, baby girl. I know you’ve been thinking about it. I saw your search history.”
Her chest heaves she looks like a caught rabbit all wild eyed.
“Such a good girl, showing me exactly what you want,” he reassures her.
It’s only a moment of hesitation before Fran slides off of his lap to kneel between his feet.
“So beautiful,” he tells her, unfastening his pants while Beau screams and thrashes against the restraints. “Take your time,” he coos as she tentatively reaches her hand towards his fly. “I know you’re curious. A cock on screen is different than having it in your little fist or between your lips.”
His cock throbs as she fishes it out of his pants and Phillip throws his head back with the first touch of her slim fingers.
“Feels good already. Now don’t be afraid of hurting me, just no biting.” He gives her a pointed look and her eyes crinkle with a grin, as if it’s silly she needed to be told something so simple.
Fran licks her lips as she gives a few tentative strokes. Phillip wraps his hand around hers, shows him how hard she can squeeze and stroke.
He groans, eyes focused on her face as she sates her curiosity. “Good girl, just like that. Why don’t you give it a kiss. Want to see your pretty mouth on it.”
She glances up at him before leaning forward, kissing the leaking slit. She licks the droplet of precum off her lip and he groans.
“That’s all for you, Frannie. You do this to me. Been doing this to me since the first time you jumped into my pool.”
Again those wide hazel eyes look up at him and if she knew what was good for her she’d turn tail and run. Instead he’s taught her well, trained her to trust that he has her best interest at heart. And in a way he does, but he’s really only interested in fueling that fire of teenage rebellion and need inside of her and keeping it all for himself.
She leans forward again, gives his cock a kitten lick that makes his toes curl in his loafers.
“So good,” he encourages her. “Going to be my good girl? Only mine?” He asks her.
She nods eagerly and it only serves to make that beast inside of him more hungry. She licks him again, more firmly and then before he can register what shes about to do, she wraps her lips around the tip of his cock. He relishes in how her mouth stretches around his girth.
“Fuck, just like that,” Phillip says, bucking his hips. His cock bumps against her teeth but he doesn’t care as his hand comes down to curl around the back of her head to keep her in place. He’s not rough but he wants her to know what he wants. “Gonna fuck your mouth now, Frannie. Make up for this silly little charade tonight, okay?”
She looks up at him, her eyes glassy and she nods.
He thrusts lightly, shallow at first. Her teeth scrape against him and maybe he’d care more if he wasn’t so keyed up.
“Mine all mine,” he pants as his balls tighten. “Claiming this little mouth just for me.”
She whimpers and her fingers gather the fabric of his slacks in her fist.
He pushes deeper and deeper until she gags and he pauses and lets her pull back, enjoying the way drool strings between his cock and her mouth.
“Sorry, baby. You just get me all excited. I’ve been so patient for so long. Try again,” he tells her, fisting the base of his cock and aiming it towards her mouth. With a lick of her lips she tries again, taking him deep and he shudders. “Gonna come down your throat,” he grunts as he gets closer. Beau continues his complaints and Fran whimpers and that little sign of delight from her sends him over the edge.
His cock pulses and his come spills over her tongue and out the corner of her mouth as she’s taken by surprise. Still he keeps her head there so all of it spurts across her tongue and dribbles down her chin.
“Messy,” he tisks at her, smearing it over her chin with his thumb before grabbing one of the napkins. “So beautiful in my cum, baby. Never going to go home without a little bit on you ever again.”
That almost makes her look hopeful.
“Now it’s time for Beau’s lesson,” Phillip says.
“Lesson?” Fran asks with a tilt of his head.
“Hmm. He needs to learn the importance of a young woman.”
“But he says that he’s supposed to be the protector.”
Phillip gives Fran a wry smile. “Now, you know better than that.”
She gives him a shy grin.
“You picked him on purpose to try and rile me up-- and it worked.”
“Sorry, uncle Phillip.”
He shivers, she started calling him that years ago in lieu of a real uncle of her own.
He chuckles with a shake of his head. “I doubt that.”
He helps her up off the floor and lifts her up onto a clear place at the table to sit.
“Now, you’ll remember that when you house sat you found a little toy.”
Fran blushes.
“I know you took it with you thinking I wouldn’t notice but you’ll also realize that I’m quite a bit bigger. We’ll need to prepare you.” He guides her to lay back on the table and he contemplates undressing her but doesn’t want to share her freckled skin with the little shit who sits at the end of the table.
“Now, Beau, I’m not going to reward you with an eye full of Fran’s perfect little tits,” he says as his hands glide over them. He palms them and gives them a squeeze through her blouse. Her nipples are already hard little peaks and he takes great joy in giving them a pinch.
She gasps and squirms, her legs kicking as she tries to find a way to be comfortable on the flat surface. Phillip encourages her to rest her heels on the table and Fran tucks her skirt down between her legs. He lets her be shy for the moment.
“Now, Beau. Some women like their tits played with, sucked and licked. Frannie’s nipples are just little dusky things, but they’re so responsive. Get hard so easily, peaking through her bikini tops, her oversized shirts she wears to bed, those thin little bras she wears.” Phillip knows he’s waxing poetic but he really does love Fran’s teeny tiny tits perfect mouthfuls he’s certain. Determined to find out, he leans forward and mouths at them through her clothes. He hums with self satisfaction as his fingers tease at the skin of her thighs.
“If your girl likes her tits played with you should do it a lot. Pay attention to her little moans and gasps. Dip your fingers between her thighs and see if she’s soaking through her underwear.” Phillip demonstrates the action to discover that Fran is already soaked.
Beau is finally successful in spitting out his gag.
“You’re a disgusting freak!” Beau screams, his face read and sweaty. “I’m gonna call the cops!”
“You think they’ll believe you?” Phillip asks with a grin before looking at Fran. “Do you see anything out of the ordinary baby?”
She shakes her head. Phillip lightly taps the tip of her nose and she scrunches it.
“Good girl. Now put your hands above your head. I want you to enjoy this.”
Fran does as she’s asked, the perfect obedient thing and he can’t wait to have her in bed, bouncing on his cock. But first things first. He sits in his chair and pulls the very modest scrap of white cotton down her legs.
“Now, you’ll want to make sure she’s good and dripping. Maybe give them an orgasm or three just so their bodies are nice and pliant,” Phillip continues his lecture.
Beau continues to scream and curse. “Help! Help!”
Phillip chuckles. “Nobody is going to hear you Beau. My parents had this house sound proofed when Judd decided to learn to play drums. They didn’t want to disturb the neighbors.”
Beau jerks and strains and Phillip gently pushes up Fran’s skirt getting a full glimpse of brown curls and puffy labia.
“So beautiful,” Phillip tells her, ignoring Beau’s complaints. The boy wouldn’t appreciated it anyways.
Phillip’s fingers gently stroke over her mound, his middle finger trailing at the wetness that beginning to drip out of her. Her legs jump and she sucks in a breath. He pulls her closer to the edge of the table, kisses a trail up her inner thigh.
“Been waiting for this for a whole year, Frannie,” he tells her. He breathes in her scent, musk and salt and a little sweat. He kisses the curls, not wanting her to think she needs to do performative maintenance to make him happy. He kisses down her labia, licking his lips to try and get a subtle taste of her.
“That’s filthy! It’s unclean! It’s the pleasure of the flesh! You heathen.”
Phillip merely smirks into the flesh he’s been dying to feast on but his patience is wearing thin and with a broad stripe of his tongue he puts himself and Fran out of their shared misery. He groans and huffs, licking from the pucker of her ass to her clit. Beau is screaming like he’s the wicked witch of the west who’s just had water thrown on him and Phillip knows he’s going to have to work doubly hard to keep Fran focused on him and not the ravings of some puritanical jerk.
He strokes her outer labia with his thumbs and she writhes under his touch. It’s encouraging and he lets one hand wander up so he can tuck it under her shirt and fondle her breasts. Her hand covers his and he glances up to see her head thrown back in pleasure so he lets her break his request to keep her hands above her head.
It’s her first time with another persona after all, rules can come later. Not to mention whatever keeps her focused.
He flicks his tongue over her clit, teasing her entrance with his finger. He’s careful to be gentle with her, knowing she carries a tension she wouldn’t have if it was just them alone. God he wants to fuck her all over his house. He wonders if the fence is high enough to keep the neighbors from seeing them in the pool. Fuck, he doesn’t really care the more he thinks about it as he slides that first finger inside her snug little cunt.
He pulls away with a smack of his lips. “That’s it, Frannie. Doing so well. Going to take my cock so well in this perfect little pussy.”
“You’re a sick fuck. How do you even talk to her like that?” Beau asks disgusted.
Phillip looks him in the eyes as he removes the finger in Fran’s cunt before sucking her juices off before returning it and adding a second.
“How? Because she likes it. Frannie likes her praise. Look how pleased she looks, nipples erect, chest flushed. If it makes her happy then why keep it to myself,” he ponders, knowing that the boy is too ignorant to appreciate any of the wisdom Phillip is imparting.
“She likes the disgusting things your doing! That’s sick.”
“Why shouldn’t she like pleasure? Just because she’s a woman?” Phillip snorts in derision and crooks his fingers and enjoys the mewl that parts Fran’s lips.
“It’s not right!”
“Oh, but it is. Like you’ve never jerked off to porn.” Phillip snorts. “Probably hard as a rock right now, jealous that you’re so uptight every woman would regret letting you touch her.”
“She’ll regret it,” he spits.
Phillip shrugs. “Maybe, maybe not,” he lets his thumb circle her clit and Fran’s hips rock on the table. “But one thing she won’t regret his how good and boneless this makes her feel. The real trick is to see how many times I can make her come before she takes my cock.”
Beau snorts. “The female orgasm is a myth.
Phillip looks up from his task, throwing an incredulous stare at Beau. “Clearly you’ve been on the wrong side of the internet. No wonder your views on women are terrible.”
He continues to coax at Fran’s pleasure, bending forward to lick and suck at her clit as she bucks on the table. Dishes clatter and she nearly knocks over a glass. But he’s persistent, his eyes watching how she shudders through her first orgasm of the night.
She gasps and trembles and he keeps the petting and touching her, ushering her past her over sensitivity even as she jumps and squirms with each touch and kiss of his lips against her skin.
“So beautiful.”
“FAKE!”
Phillip is half tempted to gag Beau again, maybe with one of the ball gags he has upstairs, but decides to stay focused on Fran, tapping at her cunt as he pulls the small vibrator from his pocket. He turns it on and Fran jumps looking down at him between her legs.
“Just want to make sure you’re ready for my cock. Don’t want to hurt you,” he reassures her. He teases it over her inner thigh, leaving it on its lowest setting as he teases it over her soft skin. “That’s it. Tell me, does it feel good?”
“Uh huh.”
Phillip hums. “Always so shy. Use your voice, Frannie. Tell me. Show me.”
She whimpers and shifts her hips as he continues to let the toy trace over anything except her cunt.
“More,” she whines, shifting her hips rather pointedly.
“Use your words.”
She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth and as much as he may enjoy giving in he waits.
“On my—” She cuts herself short and blushes profusely.
“Dirty slut,” Beaumont spits and that’s enough to raise Phillip’s ire. He jumps from his chair, grabbing Beau by the front of the shirt getting in his face. He enjoys the fear he sees.
Phillip takes in his expression and the wet stain on his jeans. “Big words for such a little boy,” he taunts with a tisk of his tongue.
Whatever Beau sees in Phillip’s expression is enough to keep him quiet as he sits back down at the table, picking up the small toy.
In the mean time Fran’s covered herself back up and Phillip kisses her knee, strokes her thigh to relax her and open her back up.
“Such a good girl,” he sighs against her skin before turning the toy back on and resuming. “Now, let me hear what you want.”
“Inside.” Her cheeks flame and she averts her gaze.
Phillip’s cock twitches with renewed interest and he teases her labia with the toy, tapping lightly at her clit with it. Her thighs jump with a gasp and then he gives her what she wants. He slips it inside, the buzz of it softens and Fran’s back arches off the table.
“So perfect,” he coos, kissing her swollen clit.
He’s rewarded with a throaty moan.
“Good girl.” He flicks the bundle of nerves with his tongue, teasing it before he pulls it between his lips. Fran’s thighs clamp around his head and her hands knot in her hair. He hums his encouragement, fucking her with the toy as he flicks her swollen clit.
She cries out as her body shudders and shakes and Phillip works her through it. She pushes him away again and he pulls away with a lick of his lips, gently removing the toy after he turns it off. He sucks her cum off, frothy where it clings to the tip of the toy.
He groans, makes a show of it as Beau glares at him.
“Ready for my cock now?” Phillip asks.
She nods.
“You’ve been taking your birth control like a good girl?”
“Birth control?” Beau sneers. To her credit, Fran has finally figured out how to ignore him.
“Yes, Uncle Phillip.”
He smirks. “Good. We wouldn’t want to have any accidents.”
Phillip strokes his cock and he’s glad he’s come already, happy to take his time as he rubs his cock over her sex, covering himself in her slick. Fran’s fingers knot into the fabric of her skirt and he realizes he likes this view as he stands over her. He glances at Beau, worried, that he’s getting too much of an eyeful but the boy is despondent looking at a spot on the floor.
Phillip presses the head of his cock to Fran’s entrance. He glances up at Fran’s face as he pushes forward. She’s so boneless and well prepared that there’s just the barest pinch of her brow as her body adjusts and makes room for his length.
“So wet. Perfect little cock sleeve,” he coos. She clenches around him, no doubt enjoying the mix of filth and praise. “You love being mine, don’t you, Frannie?”
She nods, her mouth agape, drool pooling in the corner of her mouth.
“Tell me. Tell me how much you like it.”
“Ah! I-- I love it.”
Phillip grunts, pleasure coiling surprisingly tight for how recently he’s come. She’ll be the death of him. He’ll make sure he leaves her the house.
“Tell me. What words do you want me to use, baby. Cock sleeve? Cum dump?” He hisses as he begins to roll his hips. He turns on the toy, lets it circle her around her clit.
“Oh!” Fran cries, arching her back.
“Hmm? Use your words, baby. Want me to come in that pretty little cunt of yours?”
“Yessss,” she moans. He lets the toy edge closer to her clit.
“My little cum slut, then?”
She nods, her fingers fisting the tablecloth as her cunt tightens around his cock.
Phillip pulls away without warning, earning a cry of complaint from Fran.
He helps her roll over, her toes barely touching the floor as he pushes her skirt up. He practically growls as he catches sight of her perfect ass. He palms her cheeks, squeezing and needing, Fran panting as he does. Her head is tilted to look back at him and he meets her eyes as he strokes his cock, still slick with her arousal.
“I’m gonna come in this pretty little cunt and you’re going to leave it there like a good girl. Then you’re going to go upstairs and crawl into the guest bed.”
Her eyes go wide in hurt.
“You’re not in trouble, baby, but I have to take care of our guest and I expect we might have a little company.”
“Yes, Uncle Phillip,” she agrees.
He hums, lining his cock up and pushing into her dripping heat.
She shudders as he bottoms out.
“This is such a good angle for big cocks like mine. It gets so deep and puts just the right pressure in all the right places, doesn’t it?”
She nods. “Yes, Uncle Phillip.”
“Maybe you’d like to call me something else, baby. Call me daddy when I fuck you, make you cum, hm?”
Fran’s breath hitches and whines as he resumes fucking her. His hips slap against her ass and the table shakes from the force of his thrusts.
“Dad—daddy,” she stutters.
It makes his cock impossibly hard. “Yes, just like that. Say it again.”
“Daddy,” she pants, fingers biting into the table again.
He slaps her ass for good measure, enjoying the way it jiggles. Fran cries out and he thinks he likes that sound. A mix of surprise and maybe a little bit of helplessness too.
“Fuck, Frannie. Feel you getting tighter. Gonna milk my cock fucking dry? My perfect little cum slut.”
Her whole body stiffens as she falls apart, her walls clenching as hard as they can around his shaft. He growls and keeps fucking her, harder, faster, his balls slapping in the mess that’s drooling out of her cunt.
“Fuck!” Phillip cries out, his balls tightening as that feeling blooms from the base of his spine. His thrusts become sloppy as he fills her with his come.
Sweat is beading on his brow and he takes the bottle of desert wine, walks over to Beau, so despondent that he doesn’t even realize what’s about to happen to him.
***
An hour later and the cops are finally driving away, Beau still ranting and raving in the back seat about how Phillip set him up and that Fran’s a lying whore. Phillip’s never been more pleased with his camera set up, especially the footage he doctored up from a month ago when he caught Beau sneaking into Fran’s bedroom window.
It made it easy, easy enough for Fran to fill in the rest. To tell them that Beau broke into her room, tried to force herself on her but that she was lucky enough to hit him over the head with something and get away.
Phillip, ever the dutiful neighbor, was able to restrain Beau and call the authorities, promising them that he would care for the young girl until her parents could return from their cruise at the end of the week.
**
“You did so well today,” he tells her as he finishes rinsing her hair out. His sleeves are pushed up but they’re still damp from when he scrubbed down her body.
“Can we play some more?” Fran asks, already insatiable despite the lateness of the hour.
Phillip grins, kisses her cheek. “Tomorrow. Right now I want to get you tucked into bed.”
She glances away, like she might pout.
“My bed. We have all week before your parents get back and I want you to rest up. Maybe, if you’re a good girl you’ll wake up with my cock in that perfect little pussy.”
He can practically see the way she shivers.
“Okay,” she whispers, clearly overwhelmed by the prospect.
“If you don’t think you’d like that—”
“No. Please. Please. I’ve waited so long, Uncle Phil—”
He raises his brow expectantly.
“Daddy, please. I want everything you want to give me.”
He smiles down at her. “Gonna give you my cock and my cum until you’re old enough that I can give you my name.”
“Just another year,” she replies excitedly.
“Might want to wait a little longer than that. Unless you can keep a secret.”
“I can keep a secret. I promise.”
He kisses her nose and gets up off the floor, his knees popping as he does. He’s older than he used to be. “Come on, princess. Let’s go to bed.”