My Uncle was checking me out.

It felt weird. Actually, no. It felt weird that it didn't feel weird. It felt nice. If he weren't married to my Aunt, and he was just some random guy at a party checking me out, I'd be totally into it.

I was totally into it now.

I wondered how long he'd been staring at my legs. If he was still looking now. If he had been checking out any other part of me while I was busy thinking up things to say.

What happened next I attribute mostly to a sudden flash of naughtiness, and also because I had been thinking of doing something really bad to Rita and for some reason, this opportunity fell on my lap, so to speak.

I dropped my fork.

When I bent over to pick it up (slowly), I was fully aware of the hem of my short skirt rising up to just below my butt.

Oliver caught his breath.

Inwardly, I smirked. I had him.

I straightened up, looked him in the eye and and said, "Oops."

He swallowed. Hard.

I gave my fork to a passing catering staff, who gave me a fresh one. It was time to finish my lovely cake.

Slowly, I forked bits of mousse into my mouth, taking great care to lick the tines of my fork each time. I ran my tongue over my lips much, much more than I needed to.

In the corner of my eye, I could see Oliver just standing there, motionless. Watching me.

I could hear his heavy breathing.

Great. Now what?

At that moment, Aunt Rita finally looked up from chatting with her group of fawning minions to notice her husband was standing on a corner next to her niece. "Oliver, darling," she called out. "Come say hi to my friends."

I glanced at him, and gave him a little smile. He nodded at me before going over to sit with Aunt Rita.

Mom came over with a glass of soda for me. "Are you having fun, dear?" she asked.

"Mom, this is Aunt Rita's best party yet," I said. "I'm so glad we came."

"That's great, sweetie. Did you say hi to your Uncle Oliver?"

"Oh yes, Mom. We had a lovely chat."

I spent the next few minutes trying to figure out what my game plan was.

Seducing my Uncle Oliver wasn't something I'd actually thought about. Sure, I had fantasized him a few time. Okay, I'd fantasized about him a lot. But I'd never really thought I'd do anything close to what I'd just done a while back. And now I was dying to know if there was any way in hell I'd actually pull off what was basically the most terrible thing a niece could do to her aunt.

An aunt who hated her. A really vile human being who humiliated her and her mother any chance she got.

I made my decision.

I went over to my Mom, who was talking to a young couple on the other side of the room. As I walked over, I swear I could feel Oliver's eyes on me. So I glanced his way. He was sitting next to Aunt Rita, not paying any attention to the conversation around him.

Our eyes met.

I held his gaze for a while. I had to make sure he knew what I was knew. What I was thinking.

Then I looked away, a secret smile playing on my lips.

"Mom, do you mind if I stay in the den for a bit?" I asked. "Jenny was home sick today, I promised her I'd go over today's Physics lecture with her over Skype."

"Of course, dear. Did you leave your backpack in the den?"

I nodded. "We're not leaving anytime soon, are we?"

"Maybe in a couple of hours," she said. "Around ten, maybe?"

"I'll be back in an hour."

I made sure I walked past Oliver again on my way to the hall. I glanced at him briefly and found him looking at me again.

When I got to the door that went out into the hallway, I paused and glanced back at him again. Our eyes met, and I held his gaze for several seconds before I turned and left.

I hadn't spent that much time in my Aunt Rita's house, for obvious reasons. It was a large house, with around ten bedrooms. I didn't know my way around so well, but I did remember that there was a library on the second floor. Whenever I couldn't stand being around my Aunt, I'd go there to hide. I liked books, so I was never bored there. It was my sanctuary.

I was going there now.

As I was halfway up the grand staircase, I looked down to see if Oliver had gotten the hint.

He was at the base of the stairs looking up at me.

I could feel, rather than see Oliver following me the rest of the way to the library. He kept his distance, keeping a good ten feet between us. It was a long walk to the library, as it was at the very end of the hallway.

I was half afraid he could hear my heartbeat hammering through my chest. At first I thought I was simply nervous, then I realized that wasn't why my pulse was racing.

I was excited.

I'd never been more excited in my whole life.

I should have been afraid. Or scared. But I wasn't, not one bit. I knew I wanted to do this. I desperately wanted to do this.

When I opened the library door, I felt like I was opening a Christmas present. I went inside and shut the door.

A minute after, Oliver came.

I was sitting on top of a desk that was facing the door, watching him as he came inside.

He didn't say a word as he closed the door.

I heard a lock click.

"What are you doing here, Kaylie?" he asked.

"I got bored," I said.

He didn't make a move towards me.

"What about you?" I asked him.

"I came to see what you were up to. Do you mind that I followed you?"

"Well, it's you're house," I said. "You can do whatever you want." I put as much meaning as I could in those last words.

You can do whatever you want.

Oliver began to fiddle with his cufflinks. "I suppose you're right," he said, not looking at me. "You know, Kaylie, that desk isn't for sitting."

"I'm sorry. Will you help me down, Uncle Oliver?"

He looked up from his cufflinks in time to see me spread my legs apart, and rest my hands on the table, between my thighs.

He walked toward me slowly. As I expected, he seemed nervous, but the way he was breathing heavily told me he was excited too.

As I was.

Oliver laid his hands gently on my thighs, pushing up my skirt a little.

"Do you always show such little respect for furniture, Kaylie?" he asked, his voice thick. His hands started moving slowly up and down my thighs.

God his hands felt so good. They were big and strong, and I could feel their strength and power as he stroked my thighs. "Sometimes," I said, trying to keep my voice from trembling the unbearable need I was feeling. "Is it so wrong?"

Oliver moved his mouth close to my ear. "Yes," he whispered. "So wrong. Very wrong." His hands had moved higher up my thighs. I could feel his thumbs slip under my panties with every upward stroke.

I lifted my hands to give him more room to touch me. I put my arms behind me, my hands resting on the desk for support.

"Will you punish me, Uncle Olie?" I asked, breathing heavily. I wanted to beg him to touch me ... more. I wanted his fingers deeper inside my panties.

"Stop it. Stop making me ... do this."

For a brief moment, I almost pitied the poor man. Very few men could refuse the young, nubile flesh I was offering up to him.

But I was so horny, I couldn't have stopped even if I wanted to.

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Please vote for this story if you like it! I'll post the next part very soon. Thank you. - Iliada T.

Kaylie is sooooo sick of her Aunt Rita's constant barrage of thinly-veiled insults. The older woman never misses a chance to put down her niece or her mother, and this time Kaylie wasn't going to take any more of it.

She was going to get her revenge. And she was going to get it the only way how - through her Aunt Rita's hot, younger husband.

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This story is gonna get really hot and steamy, so I advise anyone younger than 16 to skip it. To everyone else - enjoy!

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Kaylie's Revenge is part of the three-story collection in Emilia's Revenge and Other Erotic Stories. Please find the link on my profile. Available on iTunes/iBooks, Smashwords, and Barnes & Noble. 

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EXCERPT:

"Your tongue felt so good ...," I whispered. "But you wanted to give me more."

Oliver sucked harder. I could feel his tongue flicking my nipple hungrily, desperately. What started as a hesitant tasting of my body turned into a ravenous feasting on my flesh.

Weak with desire, I was helpless to do anything but bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud as his mouth ravished every inch of my breast. I wanted to beg him to take me at that very moment. To thrust his manhood inside me, to fill me up with every inch of his sex until this aching need I felt was gone.

He pulled his hands from under my skirt to grab my waist and pull me closer to him. Then he tugged on my blouse, ripping my last two buttons, and pulled down the straps of my bra. He pushed me down to lie on the desk, and positioned himself between my parted legs. I didn't struggle, but he put his hands on my shoulder blades, pinning me down.

He looked down on me, his heavy breathing the only sound in the room. I realized I had been holding my own breath.

"How much more, Kaylie?" he said.

"Everything," I said. "You wanted to give me every ... inch of you."

"You'll regret this," he said.

"Maybe." I sat up slowly, and reached down to grab his belt. As I unbuckled it, I looked up at him. "Will you make me regret this, Uncle Olie? I want to regret this a lot."

You are the Hunter, I am your prey

You stare at me like I'm a meal

As if you haven't eaten for weeks

Eyes lock, yours steady and piercing

So intense, I can't help but look away

You smirk, you knew I'd break first Establishing the hierarchy,

Establishing your dominion

With only a look

I glance up again, you're right here

Gripping the back of my neck

Fingers tangle in my long hair

Holding me still

You breathe the scent off my jawline

Lips floating dangerously close

You pull, my neck arches

Exposed. Pleading for your kiss

Your tongue traces the curve of my throat

Your hand grips a handful of hip

One hard tug and my dress is tossed carelessly to the ground

You push forward, I'm pushed back

Knees hit the bed and I fall

You're above me, like a conquering King

My wrist is pinned in your grasp

You reach below you grab the strap

Your smiling devilishly, my heart races

I know what's in store for me next

In moments, I am helplessly prone

Wrists and ankles shackled to corners

I am at your mercy and you know it

As if I hadn't been all along

Your lips tease a trail down my stomach

Goosebumps rise with the thrill you give

Your warm breath is steam on my thighs

My underwear is in your way now

Your teeth tear the delicate fabric

I'm exposed, I'm breathless, I'm on fire

You're taking your time, you're teasing

Tongue flicking and licking me hot

My head thrashes, only part I can move

You smirk at my helpless wiggling

You know exactly what I want

You smother my pleas with your mouth

Your fingers blaze a trail down my belly

Then hands grip my hips firmly

You're kneading my flesh

I'm needing your flesh

Darling please

Your eyes are alight with triumph

Your eyes are bright with desire

Your tongue in my mouth as you enter

I'm begging for more with my whimper

You're smiling at my submission

Then you give me all that I asked for

You give me everything you've got

You give it to me until I'm screaming

My body is fire, your touch is kerosene

My teeth sink into your shoulder

Together we are climbing that peak

My arms pull against the restraints

My helplessness makes me even hotter

My submission makes you even harder

Your teeth at my breasts and I'm over the edge

My body clenches and I bring you along

Then you collapse on me

as we struggle to catch our breath

At last you reach for the straps

You release my arms with a smirk

I grab your face and we're kissing again

Darling, my love

How I've missed you