"But Mum..." Sarah winced. 

"Just do it, once your Dad gets better you can come back to us." Lydia reassured her, patting her on the back.

Sarah had never lived away from her parents, but she was willing to explore.

The first few weeks of staying with the Willows were peaceful for Sarah. Mrs Willow had been away, and their house keeper, Lola had been the one to do the work.

Hell broke loose when Mrs Willow, Sarah's aunt returned from her voyage. She dismissed the house keeper, leaving the work for Sarah to do.

Sarah's peace suddenly became dark, her worst nightmare had just begun.

She barely ate three square meals. The work she had to do had just become too much.

Saturday's were for deep cleaning, especially when everyone was away. The Willows were never at home, each one busy with their life or work, or like their children, partying and having fun.

While doing the cleaning, a sound came from the Master bedroom upstairs, which made Sarah run up to see what had fallen, knowing fully well no one was supposed to be home.

She rushed into the room without hesitation. A tall naked figure stood in front of her.

"I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know you were in here" Sarah muttered, turning her back almost immediately. 

Mr Willow grabbed her hands, turning her towards him, as though he was waiting for her to come into the room. 

Her eyes rose from the ground up, her hand followed suit, trying to cover her eyes from staring into the naked body. 

"It's fine dear, you can call me Dave." He said. His hands were slowly moving all over her hand, towards her shoulder. 

Sarah stood speechless as her eyes moved over his body. His chest was full, and firm. His hips... She could already imagine them swaying in and out of her.

They made her p***y wet. 

Mr Willow seduced her, touching her face slowly with his hands whilst he stared deep into her eyes.

His hands dropped to her braless shirt. He squeezed her small pink nipples. 

Sarah shook visibly enough for him to see she was enjoying his touch.

"Touch me," he whispered to her ears.

She stroke his already erect shaft, slowly... Making him beg. She kept moving slowly... 

ahh... ahh.. ahh...

He moaned uncontrollably, till he gave out his milky juice. 

Sarah was already wet, wet from the sound of her Uncle moaning to her small but intense touches.

He pushed Sarah towards the door, turned her around, and began to kiss her nape, her ears. His hands pinched her nipples, and she moaned continuously, swirling her waist as a signal for him to go further.

He slid his fingers into her knickers, and moved in circular motion against her wet clit.

"You're so wet darling... and it would be my pleasure to make you cum" 

Sarah shivered at his words, and her legs were beginning to fail her as he rubbed her even vigorously.

"mmm... uhhhh..."

"yes darling, express yourself as you please," he said, kissing her neck.

uhhhh... she moaned, until her legs quivered and gave way.

Mr Willow carried her to his bed, his matrimonial bed. 

Sarah felt like a queen. She felt special. 

He slowly removed her knickers, while fixing his condom on his erect shaft. 

He unbottoned her shirt, and began to suck her breasts. 

"I'm going to make love to you, and you are going to love it." He muttered.

He alternately sucked her nipples. His hands moved in circular motion against her wet p***y, and he slid into it slowly.

Uhhh... she winced.

He had just realized it was her first...

"It'll be your best," he whispered.

His mouth sucked her breasts. His hands moved slowly in and out her clit. 

His slid one finger, made it two...

Sarah winced.

If it hurts, bite my lips... He said simultaneously kissing and fingering her.

"I'm going to go in, slowly"

He took gentle strokes in and out her fragile p***y, and was gentle.

Sarah only moaned in pleasure, there was no pain.

He moved in faster, and faster until he released.

"Did you get your fill?" He asked as he laid down beside her, realizing she did not c*m.

He strength had been lost from releasing twice in such a short time, but he wanted to satisfy his newly acquired princess.

He moved down, gently eating her out... 

She screamed lightly, unconcerned, he flickered his tongue over her... He stroked her G-spot with his tongue, making firm strokes.

Sarah quivered, trying to stop him, her legs shook, forcing themselves close, but he kept them apart. 

ahhh... ahhh...uhhhh... Uncle Dave... 

He was eating... and sucking, ignoring her pleas, till a wave of orgasm washed over her followed by a resounding moan.

it was the best Saturday afternoon of her life...

... 

Sarah went about the rest of the day thinking of what had transpired between her and her Uncle.

"was I dreaming?" she would ask herself. 

She was brought back to reality from the new size her v*gina had taken.

She felt loved, cared for. 

He well... made sure she had her fill. 

"He must have been starved" she thought.

After cleaning, Sarah often spent the day reading a book or gardening, but today, she lay in bed reimagining what she had just done with her uncle.

He had left the house earlier, and she was home alone, fantasizing about the moment spent in his bed.

Sarah did not have a phone at the moment, and could not narrate the escapade to her friend.

She prepared the evening meals grinning from ear to ear, singing, and hopping from pillar to post, like Cinderella. 

Could she be dreaming?

Dinner was ready, and in no time, the Willows had gathered at the dining to eat.

"Why aren't you eating with us?" Mr Willow questioned as Sarah served the food and proceeded to leave. 

"uh, nothing Sir, I'll just eat in my room."

Mrs Willow paid no attention to the conversation. She was always scrolling on social media whenever she was at the dining table. 

Laura, Clara and Kelvin were also scrolling on their phones as they devoured the carefully made dish.

After much persuasion, Sarah joined them at the table. She sat directly opposite Mr Willow.

"So Kelvin, how was the game today?" Mr Willow asked.

His legs wete fondling with Sarah's toes beneath the dining table. 

"Fine Dad, just gotta do better next time." he answered absent mindedly.

"Yes, there'll be a next time" He said, raising his legs to her thighs.

Sarah got the message, and he was hoping to meet with her again tonight.

One after the other, they each left the table, headed to their individual rooms, retiring for the night.

Mr Willow stayed behind, and do did Sarah.

She was already wet from his leg stimulations, and she couldn't wait to have him inside of her. 

She got up, clearing the dishes, and heading to the kitchen.

Mr Willow followed behind her and shut the door.

"You're beautiful, Sarah"

He unbottoned her blouse whilst he kissed her neck, and let the blouse drop to the floor. 

He continued to kiss her neck and shoulder, while his hand fondled with her bra to unclasp it.

He moved his head down to suckle her nipple. His tongue flickering continuously as he sucked.

Sarah slid on the tap to avoid them from being heard.

She moaned gently as he kissed her stomach, making a straight line to her mini skirt.

He kissed the top of her panties, slowly teasing her clitoris.

uhhh...ahhh...