Uncle Forces me to Behave
Delilah Cole
Uncle Forces me to Behave
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!
full swing, a sea of laughter and the low clinking of glasses blending into a surreal symphony around me. Friends had convinced me to come along to this, of all things—a sex toy party. They'd sold it as a "fun and liberating" experience. Still, standing there, eyeing rows of vibrators and dildos on display, I felt more than a little out of place.
"Meghan, you have to try this one!" my friend Lisa chirped, thrusting a sleek purple vibrator into my hands.
"Ten settings?" I said, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that a bit…much?"
She just laughed, guiding me toward a demo table. The host enthusiastically showcased different products, but my mind drifted. Part of me was undeniably intrigued—curious, even. But the idea of something so big and powerful was a bit intimidating.
When the party finally wound down, I somehow found myself clutching a discreet shopping bag with the most giant toy I'd ever seen. I couldn't shake the mix of excitement and nerves the whole drive home.
When I finally parked and snuck inside, I was relieved to see the house quiet and dark—my own personal haven. I was ready to slink to my room unnoticed until I spotted him leaning against the kitchen doorway.
"Late night, Meghan?" Uncle Mike's voice was soft, amused.
I froze, my heart skipping. "Uh…yeah, just a girls' night," I managed, clutching the bag tighter.
He glanced at it with a playful, questioning look. "What's in the bag?"
"Just…girly things," I muttered, trying to sound casual.
He chuckled and held up his hands. "Alright, alright. I won't pry."
He'd been around for as long as I could remember—Dad's best friend from way back. He was such a good friend of my father's that I called him Uncle Mike, and the guest room was officially his bedroom whenever he stayed over.
But this was different. The thought of him and me staying at the house alone made my heart flutter in a way I hadn't felt before. I'd had a crush on Uncle Mike for years. No one could blame me; he was ruggedly handsome, with wide shoulders and a killer smile.
Mom and Dad had asked him to keep an eye on me while they left on a cruise. At first, I was pretty annoyed; I didn't need a babysitter. But I wasn't exactly known for my mature decisions, and I knew nothing I would say could change their minds.
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