All of a sudden...
"Cat, your dad's leaving!" her uncle called out.
Cat was startled. Footsteps were coming her way.
Not a minute later, the door leading to the living room opened. Her uncle's massive frame invaded the kitchen, making the space small with his presence. The feeling went stronger when his six-foot stature loomed over her five foot and four inches at the counter. Thankfully, the mystery door had been locked, and the key was already returned to the cupboard.
Shifting on her seat, Cat gave him an innocent smile. "Hi, Uncle Troy!" She waved, feigning nonchalance.
In his tight-fitting shirt, the man squinted down at his niece. "You look guilty."
"Wh-what? But I didn't do anything."
"Hmmm." He scrutinized her from head to toe.
"Really."
His furrowed brows didn't relax though. Cat began to sweat. Thankfully, her dad called her from the front lawn.
"Alright! I'm going, Uncle Troy! See you later!"
Without waiting for a response, she immediately stood and made herself scarce, but the mystery door still lingered in her mind even after she and her dad left.
* * *
Over a month had passed since then. Cat, wearing her favorite skirt and matching flats, stood before her uncle's house once again. The house was quiet, and the lights were out. She reread the message she forwarded from her dad's phone:
'I'm out until the twenty-third. I'll settle the total next month when I return.'
After reading it for the third time, she turned the screen off and headed to the front door. It was the nineteenth today, so there were four more days before Uncle Troy returned home.
Fishing out the spare key she pilfered from her dad, she unlocked the door. Quickly, she entered the dark interior. She didn't want to be seen by the neighbors if ever there was one.
Her uncle's living room was typical. There were the normal TV set, the couches, the rug--the usual. The only thing different was the walls of family pictures near the stairs to the second floor.
As far as she knew, Uncle Troy didn't hang those. It was her grandmother who'd decorated the place. His uncle was such a bachelor that his house had no color at all.
She crossed the living room to the open door leading to the kitchen. After she passed through the doorway, the same kitchen during their visit a month ago greeted her. The same window, the same counter, and the same cupboard and mystery door waved at her. Finally, here she was!
Excited, she again dragged the same stool and got the key from the cupboard. Traversing the short distance to the mystery door, she could feel her heart lob-dubbing in her chest. When the door swung open, Cat couldn't wait to enter. Feeling for the switch on the wall, she flicked it on, and then her jaw dropped in shock.
The room was filled with life-sized dolls in different poses. Some were standing, chest out.
Some were on all fours, butt up. And still, some in sultry poses, sporting their best assets. The shocking part was, everyone was naked. With how real they looked like, a shameful feeling bathed the room.
Cat immediately closed the door behind her and locked it. Something told her to keep that spectacle a secret. However, accompanying that shameful feeling was intrigue. Her curiosity was cranked to the max. She really wanted to check every single one of the dolls just to look for a flaw.
She crept further inside. She first scrutinized the doll in all fours nearest to her. Its red long hair hung on its side as it arched its neck, showing the delicate throat. Its heavy breasts dangled below, and its position was so suggestive it made Cat blush in embarrassment.
Next, she turned before a doll standing, breast forward. A peculiar thought entered her brain as she cocked her head. Why didn't this doll topple forward with how big its breasts were? She shook her head, chalking it to the good craftsmanship of the doll.
Finally, she went near a blonde doll on an armchair. Its hands rested on the armrest, while its back leaned against the seat in a forty-five-degree angle. Its pink nipples stood erect. She didn't understand though why it spread its legs like that to the point that its sex was exposed. But then, that part too was so real, the folds were obvious and the clit was engorged.
Cat felt surreal looking at it. "Why do Uncle Troy have these many dolls? What are these for anyway?"
Then, she heard a disturbing sound from outside.
"...Yeah, I'm back. I've just landed an hour before. No, no, I have no more business away from home. Yes, I could take care of it tomorrow. Yeah, I promise. Don't worry."
It's uncle!
Panicking, Cat looked around for a place to hide. However, the room had nothing but those dolls. No cabinets, compartments, or anything remotely she could use as a hiding spot. But then, she got a brilliant idea.
Hurrying, she removed her clothes and hid them behind some dolls. She placed her palm on the head of the blonde doll on the chair, stealing its perception through her trusty superpower. Exactly after she removed the doll and took its place, the locked door swung open.
Her Uncle Troy stood at the door. His huge build filled the doorway. Immediately, Cat noticed his confused expression. His head raised up and gazed at the lit lights.
'
Crap! I forgot the lights!
'
She felt cold. Praying her uncle wouldn't discover her, the fact that she was buck naked completely slipped her mind.
His uncle's eyes swept around the room. Seeing nothing, he frowned. His confusion worsened.
He entered the room and began to walk around. After he made a full circuit, the same confusion appeared in his expression. Then, he shook his head and smiled wryly to himself. That was when he locked the door.
In the corner of the room where a small table was, he fiddled with something, and a projector appeared on the far wall. Her uncle walked toward her. Cat gulped in nervousness--although her power never failed her once. However, her uncle's next action shocked her. He took off his clothes in front of Cat, leaving only his boxers behind!
Cat's eyes widened. Inadvertently, her gaze fell down on the eye-catching bulge between her uncle's legs. It was his cock. Realizing what she was staring at, Cat turned red and averted her eyes quickly. Yet, even as she looked away, the vision of that bulge ignited a strange heat in her belly.
Before she could think more though, her uncle stopped in front of her. Not a second after that, his big hands cupped her sides and lifted her off the chair. Surprised, Cat almost struggled, but thankfully, refrained her impulse in time. With ease, her uncle picked her naked ass up and took her place on the armchair. And then, he plopped her butt down on his thighs.
When their skin touched, and her uncle's warmth penetrated her skin, Cat exhaled in surprise. She couldn't help her reaction. She'd never experienced being this close to the opposite sex before, not even with her boyfriends. Moreover, she had no clothes on.
The video began to play. Cat looked at it, curious of what it was. A man and a woman in their birthday suit then appeared in the screen. From the speakers sounded lewd moans as the two started to have sex. Cat's eyes opened wide when the man's huge cock entered the woman's sopping pussy from behind. Amidst the moans of the two, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh were interspersed.
Cat flushed. She really wanted to get off her uncle's lap, but she couldn't. Her power would dissipate if she did so. By that time, watching sex was more preferable than the consequence, so she endured.
Then, something hard, thick, and long pressed her butt from below. The thing followed the crease of her butt, sandwiching it between her ass cheeks. The feeling was uncomfortable, and she really wanted to adjust her position. Yet, it was then that she noticed her uncle's hand slowly making its way to her thigh. Cat gulped as she watched those fingers reached for her crotch.
When those fingers stroke that spot where no man had ever touched her before, a jolt ran down her spine. She bit her lips as the unfamiliar but pleasurable sensation hit her for the first time. She knew, at the moment her uncle touched her there, she had to get out of that situation. Letting her uncle fondle her pussy more would be incest. It was wrong, very wrong.
But why? Why couldn't she let her superpower dissipate? Why did she open her thighs wider instead, and let her uncle spread her juices more? Now, her dazed eyes just looked at those glistening digits as they roamed freely around her sensitive flesh. Why couldn't she? Why?
Her breathing began to get deeper. Those nimble fingers slid up and down her labia and paused above her engorged knob. The moment her uncle circled her clit, she turned rigid, her breath stuttered, and her moan stuck halfway up her throat. Moreover, when her uncle's finger penetrated her sopping pussy, she could no longer hold it in, and a small squeak passed through her lips.
All that time, the sensation inside her was building up more, as if a spring being wound. A bit more and the pressure would explode. The straw that broke the proverbial dam was when her uncle stroked her g-spot.
