Naive Niece

Derrick Pierce lounges in his office, buzzing with a sneaky excitement he can't quite hide. His niece Kendra Spade struts in, all dolled up for her first day—fitted blouse hugging her curves, skirt teasing just right—and flashes him a bright, bubbly grin. 'Hey, Uncle Derrick!' she chirps. He damn near chokes on his coffee, eyes popping at how she's turned into this knockout. Last he saw her, she was a kid; now she's 18, all grown and stealing the show. Time flies, alright—straight to the naughty parts. Derrick's gaze locks on her like a heat-seeking missile, tracing those legs, that smile. She doesn't catch on, too busy yapping away. He snaps out of it, forcing his brain back to business mode. Kendra bubbles over with thanks for hooking her up as receptionist—her dad's been riding her ass about a job. He walks her to the front desk, lays out the basics, but then a wicked spark hits him. 'You know what?' he says, voice dropping low. 'I've got a better idea.' To get his hands all over her, Derrick plays the mentor card: he wants to train her as a masseuse, just in case one of his regulars bails. Kendra's all in, eyes wide and trusting—no clue her uncle's cock is already twitching at the thought. He nods to the massage table. 'Hop up here, kiddo.' She stretches out, and he starts kneading her shoulders, murmuring tips like it's legit training. 'Feel that pressure? That's how you loosen 'em up.' Kendra sighs, 'Wow, your hands are so strong, Uncle!' Getting cocky now, Derrick ups the ante. 'To really nail deep tissue, lose the clothes—lets me show you properly.' She's hesitant, cheeks flushing, but he smooth-talks: 'Hey, we're not blood-related anyway, and pros always strip the client down.' Blushing like mad, she peels off everything, standing there bare and beautiful. He turns away—sort of—stealing glances at her perky tits, that tight ass, until she's face-down on the table, vulnerable and perfect. His hands roam her slick skin, thumbs digging into her back, her thighs—pure heaven. Every time she moans soft and needy, his dick throbs harder, her squirms lighting him up. Bold as brass, he pitches the next level: 'Wanna try NURU? It's advanced—slippery fun with gel.' She's unsure, fiddling with her fingers, so he tugs at her daddy strings: 'C'mon, make your old man proud—show me you're a quick study.' Boom, she's hooked. Derrick strips down quick, his body toned and ready, cock half-hard already. Kendra's eager but averts her eyes from his naked goods, all shy innocence. He flops face-down on the gel-slicked mattress, barking orders: 'Grab the NURU gel, rub it on, then slide your body over mine—nice and slow.' She starts tentative, her tits and belly gliding over his back, ass pressing in, while he groans instructions, guiding her hands to his hips. He flips to his back, erection springing up full mast—thick, veiny, impossible to ignore. Kendra's eyes widen, face turning beet red. 'Whoa, that's... normal, right?' she stammers. Derrick grins, all cocky charm. 'Totally standard, sweetheart. Just part of the rub—keep sliding.' But he's not stopping there; he nudges her further. 'Finish strong with a happy ending—hand me off right.' Shy as a kitten now, she freezes. He pulls the daddy card again: 'Do it for me, like you'd make Pop proud.' That flips her switch. Bold streak hits, and her small hand wraps around his shaft, stroking firm and steady, up and down, twisting just right. Derrick bucks into it, smirking. 'Bet your dad's rolling in his grave seeing his little girl handle cock like a pro.' This wide-eyed niece? She's lapping up every twisted inch, falling straight into Uncle's trap.