WARNING: This is a 18+ story.
Ivy is a beautiful college girl, everyone wants to touch at least once. Her seduction is enough to pique a boy's desire. She dates a lot of boys, then one day, her uncle appears.
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"Uncle, I have a question for you," I said aggressively as I approached him. He responded, "yes, Ivy," without looking at me. He always ignores me in this manner. He considers me to be that little girl. "Uncle, are you gay?" I asked hastily. I think he is. That's why he keeps himself away from me.
"What?" He said, his eyes widening as he heard me.
He asked, "What did you say?" 
"If you aren't, why can't you love me back?" I enticingly asked.

My tempting dummy/ Uncle, love me deeper

I'm at a point where I can't take any more of this torture. "Yes," he responded quickly. 


I get what you're trying to say. I grasped his shirt hard in my hands. I just can't look him in the eyes. Aaron instantly lifted my hair off my back and untied the robe that had been fastened around my neck. 


He unfastened the robe in a flash. I was holding the robe at my breast because it had just fallen off my shoulder. 


Aaron took a step back and grabbed my chin in his hands to stare at me. With his thumb, he stroked my lips. "I want to see my bold Ivy. What I've been missing for the past year, "Aaron said, out of nowhere. My cheeks flushed as I heard him. 


What exactly does he mean? Did he want me to be the one to take the initial step? 


"But it doesn't bother me if my Ivy is bashful, "he said quietly. 


I took a big breath and stared him in the eyes. 


~Uncle, love me deeper~