Bribed and forced by my Uncle
Delilah Cole
Bribed and Forced by My Uncle
Delilah Cole
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Contents
Introduction
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Delilah Cole likes to write naughty, smutty short stories. When she's not writing, she's reading books in the same genre. Delilah is a crazy animal lover, and although she finds it difficult to remember the names of people five seconds after she's met them, Delilah can tell you the name of someone's dog she met thirty years ago.
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Warning:
This story contains explicit sexual content and is intended for mature audiences only. All intimate encounters are depicted between consenting adults. If taboo themes are not for you, we recommend not proceeding. Please enjoy responsibly!
drive home, but a thrill of excitement ran through me as I took the last turn toward Uncle Eric’s beach house. The fresh ocean air hit me as I rolled down the windows, and I could practically feel the tension of freshman year slipping off my shoulders. College had been a whirlwind—a mix of long nights, endless assignments, and way too many cold slices of pizza. After that, I needed a break more than anything, and Uncle Eric’s place was the perfect escape.
Uncle Eric was my mom’s younger brother, but he felt more like a fun, slightly older friend than an uncle. He’d always been the one who encouraged my wild ideas, took me to my first concert, and never made me feel like I was anything less than incredible. Now that I was in college, I think he enjoyed hearing about my experiences as much as I enjoyed telling him.
When I finally pulled up to the beach house, I couldn’t help but take it all in. It was huge—three stories, pale blue with white trim, and perfectly nestled on a small private stretch of beach. The ocean stretched out behind it, a sparkling expanse that seemed to go on forever. And knowing an indoor pool and hot tub was waiting inside? Pure heaven.
I grabbed my bag from the trunk and headed up to the door. Before I could even knock, Uncle Eric swung it open, grinning wide. “Amy! There she is, the college woman herself!”
I laughed, feeling any remaining nerves disappear. “Hey, Uncle Eric! It’s so good to see you.”
He pulled me in for a big hug, holding on just a bit longer than usual like he’d missed me just as much as I’d missed him. “Come on in, come on in! Let’s get you settled.” He led me inside, pointing out some upgrades he’d done since I last visited—sleek new furniture, framed photos from his last few trips, and even a fancy sound system that made me feel like I’d stepped into a resort.
“I figured you’d want to relax,” he said, showing me to my room with a perfect beach view. “The pool and hot tub are ready whenever you are. And if you’re up for it, we could grill out later?”
“That sounds amazing,” I said, flopping down on the cozy bed. “I need this weekend so bad. College is…well, it’s been a lot.”
Uncle Eric chuckled. “Yeah, I remember those days. They don’t tell you about the endless papers and all-nighters, huh?”
We shared a knowing laugh before he gave me a little wave. “Alright, I’ll let you get settled. I’ll be out on the deck if you need anything.”
Once he left, I took a deep breath and unpacked, letting myself unwind.
I still remember the day Uncle Eric offered to pay for my tuition. It felt surreal, like a weight I’d been carrying for so long lifted off my shoulders instantly. My parents tried to make it work, but things were tight, and I knew the stress it put on them. As much as they wanted to help, they just couldn’t pull together that kind of money. My grades were decent but not enough for scholarships that could make a dent. I’d even been looking into loan options, dreading starting my adult life buried in debt.
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