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Ryder
I’m going to hell. I stroke my cock while I watch Nichole on my computer. She’s my dream girl, my ward, and my fucking obsession. I know it’s wrong to watch her, but I can’t help myself. I stroke myself harder as I watch her flit from room to room, and imagine taking her beautiful body in every position imaginable. Just that is enough to send me over the edge in minutes. I clean up the mess I’ve made and return to watching her.
I have cameras all over our house. I put them in several months ago. I managed to stop myself from putting them in her bedroom and bathroom, but that’s it. Anywhere else in the house she goes, I can watch her every move. And watch her, I do. I like to think it keeps me from doing something I shouldn’t, like throwing her down on the bed and fucking her till neither of us can move.
It’s wrong. I do realize that, but I’m addicted to her and this is how I feed my addiction without losing control. I don’t smoke, drink, or do drugs. My only addiction is her. I have to be able to see her at all times. She has no idea that I spend hours every day in my office at work and in my home office, watching her on my computer. I have for months. I jack off every night watching her, and often during the day, too. I have even gone into her room and watched her sleep. I’ve gotten myself off watching her and spread my cum all over her gorgeous body.
She smiles as she finishes up some work on her computer. Watching her smile is like watching the sun rise; it lights up the whole world. She is so fucking gorgeous. She’s my everything. She’s the object of my every desire; my total obsession. I’ve done my best to make sure she has no idea how gone I am for her.
The dirty things I picture doing to her are so wrong, but I can’t stop the filthy thoughts going through my head. Why don’t I do something about it? Because not only is she almost half my age, but I’m her fucking guardian to boot, making her completely and utterly off limits to me.
It’s not as bad as it sounds, really. At least, I like to think so. I’m not technically her guardian anymore since she’s an adult, but I’ve raised her since she was thirteen, and am the only parental figure left in her life.
Her dad, Lenny, and I had been best friends for our entire lives. We were next door neighbors and grew up together. Right after we graduated from high school, Lenny’s girlfriend, Sherry, got pregnant unexpectedly. She had no interest in having a child, but Lenny convinced her to have the baby and sign her parental rights over to him.
Right after Nichole was born, he named me her guardian if anything ever happened to him. I was touched and flattered, but never dreamed I would ever have to raise her. When Lenny passed away after an extremely short battle with cancer, Nichole became my responsibility.
When Lenny died, I did everything I could to make things easier for Nichole, while trying to grieve myself. It took a bit, but we finally got into a rhythm and routine. We had a new normal, and it worked for us. We hung out together, took trips, played games, watched movies; all the normal stuff a family does. She became the most important person in my life.
She is so incredibly smart. After graduating as Valedictorian of her high school class, she went off to college at MIT. I was thrilled for her, but felt a sudden emptiness without her here. Since our home in Cedar Falls, Montana is so far from Boston, she made it back for holidays, but only a few times a year. She had internships every summer, so I didn’t get to see her then, either.
When she graduated with her degree in computer science nine months ago, she moved back in and started freelancing in cybersecurity. She was already in high demand and could have gotten her own place, but I was thrilled she decided to come back home instead. I had missed her terribly.
It was during her senior year in college when my feelings for her changed. When she came home on one of her visits, she gave me a hug and my cock immediately turned to stone. I was stunned because that had never happened before; not with her or anyone else. I was appalled and had hoped it was a one-time thing, but nope. Every time she has come near me since, my body has immediately gone on high alert. She’s the only woman I have ever reacted so strongly to.
Even though I shouldn’t, I live for her hugs and kisses. I will gladly take any excuse to touch her. I just have to keep enough distance between us that she doesn’t find out what a pervert I really am for her.
I always thought she was adorable, but I’d never really noticed what a gorgeous woman she had become. Now, at twenty-two, her curvy little body drives me insane, and I can’t look at her long, ebony hair without imagining fisting it while pumping my cock inside her. Her pale, creamy skin is flawless, and her heavy breasts and full hips are perfect for fucking and having my babies.
Her puffy pink lips play a starring role in my fantasies, but I also love seeing her gorgeous jade eyes twinkle with happiness. Her scent drives me insane-vanilla and strawberries. She smells so fucking delicious. I just want to eat her up. Even the little smattering of freckles across her nose is adorable. Everything about her turns me the fuck on.
Besides everything else, she is the sweetest woman alive. She is kind to everyone, and everybody loves her. She takes good care of me. I take care of her, too, but I often want to in ways I shouldn’t.
I spend every second of every day thinking of her and all the dirty things I want to do to her. I’m fucking obsessed with her. Every time a male so much as glances at her, I want to beat the shit out of him. I’ve scared off plenty of potential suitors; believe me. That’s normal, right? Just a guardian’s natural reaction, trying to protect his ward. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. What probably isn’t a normal reaction? Having a cock that’s hard enough to cut through concrete every time he sees his ward, or even thinks about her.
It’s a major fucking problem. That’s why I’ve tried to spend less time with her since she came back home. I know she feels neglected, but she hasn’t said anything. I’m sure she doesn’t want me to feel guilty. I want to be with her more than anything, but I don’t trust myself around her.
I do my best, but the temptation to touch her is just too strong. Whenever we watch a movie, she snuggles up against me, turning my cock to stone, and making me forget all the reasons touching her is a really, really bad idea. It takes every ounce of my self-control to keep my hands to myself. Every. Fucking. Time. If I’m close to her, at some point, my control will snap, and I will claim her. If that happens, I know that I will never be able to let her go.
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Two
Nichole
“Goodnight, Uncle Ryder,” I whisper, taking the opportunity to hug him close and kiss his cheek. Damn, he smells delicious! He smells like his yummy cologne and a sexy scent that is his alone. I swiped a bottle of his cologne a long time ago. I spray it on my pillow every night and pretend it’s him. Pathetic, right?
My hands squeeze his biceps as he holds me. My nipples stiffen and my panties soak just from being this close to him. I love when he holds me close. I’m pretty sure he sniffs my hair before grumbling and racing to his bedroom. Damn! It’s the first time I’ve seen him in days, and I only got to see him for a few minutes. It makes me so sad. He’s never home anymore. I miss him so much. I hope he doesn’t have a girlfriend. Just the thought of it makes me nauseous.
I huff as I throw myself on top of my comforter. I don’t know anything about seducing a man, but I recognize that it’s damn near impossible if the two of you are never even in the same place. Ryder has always spent lots of time with me, but since I moved back in, he has avoided me like the plague. It’s like he knows the dirty, dirty thoughts going through my head and doesn’t want to encourage them.
I’ve been trying my best to get him to notice me as a woman since I moved back in. I get that the whole guardian thing makes it a little weird, but it doesn’t bother me at all. I mean, who cares? He is the most important person in my life. I’m a grown-ass woman now; not a little kid. I am desperate for him to make a move on me, but that hasn’t happened.
Sometimes, it seems like he’s interested, but my radar could be way off. My experience with men is non-existent, after all. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part. He might still see me as a little kid. I swear, though, sometimes I catch him sniffing my hair or looking at me like I’m a tasty treat he wants to devour. I live for those moments.
I want him so much. I spend every night having lustful fantasies about him. I’ve pictured him kissing and fucking me so many times, it’s sometimes hard to remember it hasn’t really happened-yet. I’m determined to make sure it does. If I had a vision board, it would be covered with pictures of Ryder, and a wedding and babies.
