been wracking his body.
"Holy shit she's only gotten more beautiful," he gasped, his mind flashing back to Adelina and her sweet lips taking in the syrup. "She's been away at school for nine months, and I thought I'd get over this little crush. Somehow, it's only gotten worse."
Vincent knew he was in trouble. There was no way he'd make it through the next week without jacking off several times a day. And even then, he wasn't sure he could hold back from the inner animal that wanted nothing more than to claim sweet little Adelina for his very own.
Chapter 2
V incent put his hands on the wheel of his parked car and clenched hard. He had been sitting in front of the Schmidt house for ten minutes but hadn't been able to gather the self-control to go inside. This wasn’t how he wanted to spend his Wednesday afternoon.
"I've got to behave myself. Adelina is a good, sweet girl and doesn't need someone she considers a friend to be lusting after her," he said deeply, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and willing himself to think about mundane, boring things. Cleaning out the fridge. Watering his plants. Folding clothes.
Anything except Adelina.
"I should have told Rick and Maddy that I'm busy this week and couldn't keep an eye on Ade," he grumbled before taking another deep breath.
Vincent wasn't stupid. He knew that his obsession with Adelina was one-sided and pathetic. He was thirty-eight and well past the age of guys she would be interested in. There was no reason for him to be sitting in the Schmidt driveway, nervously panting like a teenager. She could be his daughter for fucks sake, and he had no doubt Adelina would think he was super weird for having a crush on her.
He put his forehead against the wheel and got his mind under control. No thoughts about Adelina naked, writhing under him. No questions about what her sweet little nipples tasted like. He wiped all of it away from his mind and tried to focus on baseball.
Once he had reigned himself in, he got out of the car and made his way to the front door. Everything looked normal; there were no signs of a party being planned for that night. Not that Vincent thought Adelina would break her parents' rules about parties; she was generally a quiet, good kid. That was Vincent's problem - she was too damn perfect.
"Ade, you in here?" he called as he walked into the living room.
Nothing but silence greeted him. He called several more times and worked his way through the house but couldn't find her. The kitchen had recently been cleaned, the counters still wet. The stereo in the living room was softly playing a rock and roll song, but otherwise, there was no sign of any living creature.
Fear began to grip his chest. Had something happened to her? If she was in trouble, he'd race to the ends of the earth to help. Just the thought of her being scared or alone was enough to make his heart ache.
"Adelina" he bellowed a final time, beginning to open the closet doors in the hallway.
"Out here, Uncle V," came a soft, faraway voice.
"The pool," he groaned, wanting to smack himself in the head. "Of course."
French doors off the kitchen led to the backyard, where a round pool sat behind some bushes. Almost entirely shielded by the ladnscaping, the pool was fairly impossible to see from inside the house. As he made his way down the path towards the voice, the water sparkled in the sunlight, and he saw a flash of golden hair.
"There you are," he said, coming up behind the pool chair where Adelina lay stretched out in a tiny pink bikini.
The way she looked nearly killed him. Her long, lean legs were spread slightly apart, and her toes were pointed towards the water. Her stomach, perfectly flat and taunt, was already darkly tanned. Vincent noticed for the first time that she had a diamond belly button ring, glittering seductively against her skin. It surprised him, as she had always been a rather obedient bookworm as a kid. A sexy belly ring showed a new side of her, and his cock
"Holy shit she's only gotten more beautiful," he gasped, his mind flashing back to Adelina and her sweet lips taking in the syrup. "She's been away at school for nine months, and I thought I'd get over this little crush. Somehow, it's only gotten worse."
Vincent knew he was in trouble. There was no way he'd make it through the next week without jacking off several times a day. And even then, he wasn't sure he could hold back from the inner animal that wanted nothing more than to claim sweet little Adelina for his very own.
Chapter 2
V incent put his hands on the wheel of his parked car and clenched hard. He had been sitting in front of the Schmidt house for ten minutes but hadn't been able to gather the self-control to go inside. This wasn’t how he wanted to spend his Wednesday afternoon.
"I've got to behave myself. Adelina is a good, sweet girl and doesn't need someone she considers a friend to be lusting after her," he said deeply, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and willing himself to think about mundane, boring things. Cleaning out the fridge. Watering his plants. Folding clothes.
Anything except Adelina.
"I should have told Rick and Maddy that I'm busy this week and couldn't keep an eye on Ade," he grumbled before taking another deep breath.
Vincent wasn't stupid. He knew that his obsession with Adelina was one-sided and pathetic. He was thirty-eight and well past the age of guys she would be interested in. There was no reason for him to be sitting in the Schmidt driveway, nervously panting like a teenager. She could be his daughter for fucks sake, and he had no doubt Adelina would think he was super weird for having a crush on her.
He put his forehead against the wheel and got his mind under control. No thoughts about Adelina naked, writhing under him. No questions about what her sweet little nipples tasted like. He wiped all of it away from his mind and tried to focus on baseball.
Once he had reigned himself in, he got out of the car and made his way to the front door. Everything looked normal; there were no signs of a party being planned for that night. Not that Vincent thought Adelina would break her parents' rules about parties; she was generally a quiet, good kid. That was Vincent's problem - she was too damn perfect.
"Ade, you in here?" he called as he walked into the living room.
Nothing but silence greeted him. He called several more times and worked his way through the house but couldn't find her. The kitchen had recently been cleaned, the counters still wet. The stereo in the living room was softly playing a rock and roll song, but otherwise, there was no sign of any living creature.
Fear began to grip his chest. Had something happened to her? If she was in trouble, he'd race to the ends of the earth to help. Just the thought of her being scared or alone was enough to make his heart ache.
"Adelina" he bellowed a final time, beginning to open the closet doors in the hallway.
"Out here, Uncle V," came a soft, faraway voice.
"The pool," he groaned, wanting to smack himself in the head. "Of course."
French doors off the kitchen led to the backyard, where a round pool sat behind some bushes. Almost entirely shielded by the ladnscaping, the pool was fairly impossible to see from inside the house. As he made his way down the path towards the voice, the water sparkled in the sunlight, and he saw a flash of golden hair.
"There you are," he said, coming up behind the pool chair where Adelina lay stretched out in a tiny pink bikini.
The way she looked nearly killed him. Her long, lean legs were spread slightly apart, and her toes were pointed towards the water. Her stomach, perfectly flat and taunt, was already darkly tanned. Vincent noticed for the first time that she had a diamond belly button ring, glittering seductively against her skin. It surprised him, as she had always been a rather obedient bookworm as a kid. A sexy belly ring showed a new side of her, and his cock
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