Broken Little Thing Chapter 3
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We didn't go out to dinner that night, as I couldn't make myself leave the sofa. Ava had an effect on me that was completely new.
We had spent the whole day together, we had sex twice, I talked to her, enjoyed her company since early morning, and I couldn't get enough of it. Every time I thought about getting up, I instantly regretted the idea of letting her go, of taking her out of that moment of bliss that she seemed to be enjoying so much. We ignored the tv, we didn't do anything for a good hour or so. Her little body was so relaxed on top of mine, feeling my occasional caress or kiss, and she snuggled so tightly sometimes that it felt like she missed this already, even though it wasn't over. Hell, what depended on me, that wouldn't ever be over.
I was still trying to figure out how that happened. How something that I dreaded at first, taking the chance of destroying my relationship with her, had become something so special in a matter of hours. How something so fucked up had turned out to be just right, perfectly right. Ava was my niece, the girl I practically took as my daughter, a kind of love different from what I felt right now… Everything got mixed up. In a twisted way, I knew I had raised her to be like this, perfect for me. I incentivized her on everything I thought would make her perfect; her tastes, her smarts, the way she should see the world, all of that while never telling her it was wrong to be the way she was. Things I did with the sole purpose of giving my niece the best upbringing I possibly could, without asking anything in return, were now there, part of the best company I would ever dream of having.
I knew we were both not only enjoying each other in silence but thinking about each other.
Then, out of the blue, she said in a whisper, "I love you..." Her tone made clear she wasn't talking about the kind of love we used to have for each other. It sounded like a confession.
I remembered all the times I heard this coming from women and the resistance that suddenly formed in my mind. I remembered all the times they tried so hard to get to me and how that just instantly distanced me from them. Ava was an extreme version of that since she would be in my life forever. I knew I seemed to her as her only option, as the only solution for her loneliness. I know her confession was actually a question. Did I love her like that? To the point of assuming all the responsibility that would come with that? For her?
Instead of terrifying me, the result of hearing those words this time had the absolute opposite effect.
"I love you too," the words came out so naturally they actually scared me, but a wave of relief washed all over me after I did.
She held my arms that were tied under her young breasts tightly, and she exhaled, the tension that had built up leaving her tiny body. She hugged me back, and that way, we stayed even longer.
When later on I realized she was getting sleepy, I asked her, "Are you hungry?"
"Not really…"
"Let's go to bed, then? You have classes tomorrow morning, and I have to pass by the office."
"Sure…" Her answer sounded somewhat sad.
"You don't want to go?"
"It's just… This has been the best day of my life. I just didn't want it to be over."
"Ok. So why don't you sleep with me tonight? We will wake up together, and tomorrow it will feel like it's still the same day."
Ava looked at me with a beautiful smile on her face, emotional, precisely the reaction I wanted to cause on her. "Yes, life is like that now. You deserve it," I meant. It was just lovely to see her melt, to see her feeling loved, to make everything she is giving me worth it.
Yes, little girl, that's how life is going to move forward, I thought. I know what you want, and you definitely are giving me what I want.
…
We slept together that night after I took her upstairs in my arms, her young body still naked, and that lingering feeling of possession only growing. She made me feel as if I could say or do anything, and she would still want to be with me, precisely the reason she should stay in love with me and anyone else. When I laid down beside her, Ava looked at me with her eyes full of expectation and also tension, as she believed I would have her little body once again. I could sense her getting mentally ready to surrender to me once more. I didn't. I passed an arm around her, spooned her, covered her thin frame with a comforter, and she seemed to love the tender way I cared for her. It was a weird feeling to know that this all started very sexually - and don't get me wrong, and intended on keeping it that way - but at the same time, there were no limits for me to show how much I cared for her anymore, no boundaries. For the first time, I gladly shared my bed with someone without awkwardness on my part or worry about the following morning.
Suddenly, spending the night with someone turned out to be a good experience. There was no awkwardness, no regrets, only the comforting feeling of knowing she was there, safe by my side.
After watching her waking up and realizing where she was, in such a lovely way, feeling ashamed but at the same time happy, I kissed her tenderly and asked her how the night was. Then, I brought her downstairs and cooked us breakfast while she sat wearing nothing more than my sleeping robe on the kitchen chair. It took me a lot of willpower not to take her right there. There would be time, I thought to myself; I couldn't be fucking her anytime I thought about it. I was sure she would never stop me, so it was on me to hold my horses.
The look on her face while I was leaving to work almost made me stay, but I promised her I'd be home as soon as possible, and I asked her to focus on her classes.
I rushed through work at my empty office, some problems I had to be physically there to solve. Most of my employees worked exclusively from home, as the pandemic was still at its worst. Another first happened, me desperately wanting to go back home. In a sense, it was a good thing I had gotten my hands on someone like Ava after I was already an established, successful businessman. Otherwise, I don't think I would have gotten that far.
I got home around 2 PM, and right after I walked in, I saw her standing beside the couch, the black Mickey Mouse shirt on, timidly rocking side to side with her cheeks blushing, waiting for me.
"Hi…" her voice sounded coy, almost a whisper.
"Hi, sweetheart. See, it didn't take long."
"Would it sound corny if I said it felt like forever?"
I smiled, "A little, but I agree." I started walking towards her. "I thought of you the whole time."
"Me too…"
I let my briefcase fall on the carpeted floor, and I hugged her, wrapping my arms around her lower back and taking her little feet off the floor. She already looked at me, waiting for the kiss, and that's precisely what I did. I felt like a teenager once again, excited, alive. Feeling her tiny body against mine was so overwhelming I was instantly ready to be inside of her once again.
"Baby girl…" I said, sliding my hands down the sides of her body, and when they reached her behind, I felt only skin. Once again, she was invitingly wearing nothing else but that long shirt. "I want to fuck you."
Ava gasped, looking at my lips while I talked, and she just nodded.
"Turn over, put your hands on the couch," I instructed while letting her go of my embrace.
Not thinking twice, my young niece turned on her heels, somewhat apprehensive, clumsy, so adorably fighting her shyness. She bent forward, her arms stretched and her palms on the couch's arm. Sliding up the hem of her shirt, I admired that heart-shaped, perfect little butt, and I caressed its flawless, tender skin. I couldn't hold myself, just unzipped my trousers, and in seconds the head of my cock was already rubbing her warm, young entrance. I knew I should have given her more time, played with her body at least for a while before entering her all of a sudden like that, but my arousal took the best of me, and I quickly put myself in between the lips, putting pressure. Little Ava arched her back and gasped. That was one moment that defined the rest of our days together, as for a split second, I debated between what I wanted and what I thought was the right thing to do.
The thought that prevailed was, "she is mine."
I pushed forward, feeling the tip of my cock struggling to make its way through, as she wasn't completely wet yet. The sensation was amazing to me, as it made her narrow, young entrance feel even tighter… But Ava groaned. Loudly. "Huuuurgh!"
"Sweetheart..." I let out in a worried tone, and I stopped.
Almost instantly, Ava cried, "D-Don't stop… Please..."
The aggressive, domineering, almost sadistic part of me roared loudly inside my brain, that part of me that judged she had begged for that to continue as it was what she knew I wanted. The thing is, it was exactly what I wanted, and as long as she was on board, for whatever reason, I'd take it.
A slight movement back, I pushed forward again, while Ava tried to muffle another loud groan and failed "Uuuuuhhhhh!"
She was so, so tight at that position that I groaned with her while forcing it in. The sensation was indescribable, powerful, like nothing I had ever felt. Her little body shook, and I could feel it from my hands on her slim waist as I saw her little fingers clawing the couch's arm. Back and forth, again and again, and her young slit was getting wetter by the time. Soon, I was humping her, inch after inch going deeper inside of my baby girl. The tone of her groans didn't change, though, and she let it all out, knowing that she could let herself go. In the end, that's what she wanted. Ava wanted to feel me possessing her petite body and how avid she made me, and that showed. As before, she never refrained, never cowered, not even when we both felt I couldn't get any deeper inside of her. Every time the head of my member hit that deepest spot of hers, she'd groan louder, acknowledging it, feeling it. The young girl was entirely soaked by then, groaning temptingly to the rhythm of my thrusts.
It was just… Perfect. I was as aggressive as I wanted to be to that delicate little thing, and I could feel Ava was with me. I made a fist with her beautiful, brown hair, and I pulled at it, yanking her head back, making her moans and groans echo even louder throughout the big white room.
Not long after we started, with all that tightness around me, the feeling of being surrounded by her, I reached a striking, powerful orgasm. Jolt after jolt, with long and deep thrusts, I let it all out inside of her.
She let her torso fall over the couch as soon as I released her, but I instantly picked her up and into my arms. I crossed her legs around my waist, and she put her arms around my neck. The little girl was teary-eyed, panting, with her eyes ajar.
"Are you ok?" I asked, but she just kissed me avidly, still breathing hard, anxious, teary-eyed.
It had been the right decision, not to hold back, not to hide who I really was. Honesty had paid off. I was satisfied, at peace with myself, glad.
We kissed some more until she gradually calmed down, and when I looked at her, she had a smile on her face.
"So I guess you are ok," I said with a malicious smile.
Ava nodded, "Yes…"
"You are perfect," I said, kissing her again, my hands now cupping her behind.
Her smile broadened, "I want to be perfect for you."
I wanted to tell her she didn't need to try so hard, but I couldn't. She was giving me everything I wanted, so the only thing I could do was to give her what she wanted as well.
"I'm keeping you here. You'll live with me."
Her eyes opened wide.
"That's what you want, isn't it?" I asked while she was silent.
"Y-Yes! More than anything! B-But how… There's mom..."
"I'll take care of your mom, don't worry. You just need to be sure this is what you want. All of this."
Not thinking twice, she answered, "It is… I want to be with you… Like this..."
"So it is happening."
I brought her to the sofa, and I sat her in front of me, with her trembling legs open. While I kissed her, I slithered my hand down her tiny body, my fingers touching her young pussy. One single touch and she moaned in my mouth, more coming when I started to rub her little clit. Ava was so sensitive, and it was so enjoyable to feel her contorting in pleasure while I played with her. Sometimes she would stop kissing me and just look at me with her eyes almost close, the pleasure making her look as if about to cry, and she parted her plump lips in a silent scream every time I gained speed, attacking her love nub more voraciously… What I'd stop before she got her release, watch her chest heaving, feel her breathing on my face, and start all over again. When it was already too much, when my baby girl got to a point in which her whole body shivered while she hid her face by snuggling on my neck, I let her come. She cried, and moaned, and gasped, while her nubile body beautifully contorted in that torturous, sublime feeling.
Ava breathed in and out sharply, and as I did before, I just felt her, hugged her, kissed her…
After a while, she was just lying down on top of me, and we looked at each other. I caressed her sweaty hair out of her face, and I could see how in peace, how satisfied she looked at me. All worries I had always vanished instantly when she looked at me like that.
"I love you, little girl."
"I love you too, Uncle Allen."
"For you, it's only Allen now."
At first, she looked shocked, then her eyes filled with meaning.
"We are together…" She said more to herself than to me.
"Yes, we are. For as long as you are comfortable with this."
"Un…" She started and then corrected herself, "Allen, I would do anything for you. Really."
"And I love that, I love to feel that, but you have to be honest with me when there's something you don't like. Something too much for you."
She looked deep in thought for a while, then she spoke in a shy way, "Even when I don't like it at first… Even when I'm just trying to be right for you… I end up enjoying it…"
I looked at her in a marveled way. So young… How is that possible?
"Promise you will tell me if it is ever too much for you."
"I will… If you promise to let me be the best girlfriend you ever had."
"You already are."
"You can do anything…" she says while hiding her eyes from me.
"Ava…"
"Try anything…"
"Ava!"
"U-Use me…"
"I'll put you on my lap and slap your ass…."
She swallowed, and she shrunk her shoulders… "Slap my ass…"
I reach down, and I slap that tight, beautiful little butt, making a loud, cracking noise. Ava swallowed sharply, her eyes wide, deep into mine. Ava stayed that way, not moving an inch, waiting for a second one.
"Anything…" I say under my breath.
"Yes…" She whispers.
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