Eighteen-year-old Tamara shifted uncomfortably in her seat at the dining table, her eye drawn to her uncle Maxim's muscular frame as he spoke.
"I always thought my brother got married too early," Maxim said with a suggestive glint to his thirty-seven-year-old sister-in-law. "And now look at you both, still young yet, almost ready to be grandparents." He added and winked at Tamara across from him, beside her mother.
Tamara felt her cheeks flame up while her mother sighed in exasperation. "Maxim, stop teasing your niece like that. Rex, go deal with your older brother."
"What?" Rex purred, stealing a long glance at his daughter before elbowing his brother. His words were laced with innuendo. "My daughter is a divine beauty. If we don't monitor her, I might just become a grandfather."
The brothers burst into laughter. Tamara looked at her father and uncle. Maxim and Rex shared a similar physical stature that could be mistaken for identical twins. They both had eyes that sparkled like stars in the night sky and could hypnotize anyone with their intensity. Their broad shoulders gave them an intimidating presence, yet their wide smile was inviting and mesmerisingly attractive. Even at thirty-eight and thirty-nine, they oozed so much sex appeal. Tamara felt her face flush as she realized that even as an adult, she couldn't help but find them irresistibly attractive.
She had already experienced the pleasure of boys, but her body craved something more. She yearned for a man. Her father was out of the question--he'd never look at her that way, but her uncle might be easy enough to seduce.
As the night wore on, Tamara's mother went to bed and told her to do the same. "Your father and uncle would for sure stay up late," her mother said.
"Well, we have a lot of catching up to do," Maxim said.
"Well then, goodnight," her mother said.
Her father stood up and kissed her mother's lips. "Goodnight."
Tamara turn when she felt her uncle's eyes on her. Their eyes met and a fire ignite within her as he lowered his gaze and let it linger on her body. The intensity of it made her small body tremble. When he looked back up at her face, he slowly formed his lips into a kiss, and it filled Tamara with an ache that radiated through her veins. Her father then kissed her cheek, but when she turned to kiss cheek in response, their lips accidentally connected and she felt a powerful jolt that made her heart soar. Knowing that if she dared to test her luck and stay in this moment for a few seconds longer, her mother would catch them, but it felt too good to stop. Tamara locked her fingers behind her father's neck and deepened the kiss. Her father tentatively went on. She parted her lips and welcomed his tongue inside. The blissful sensation was overwhelming and was only prevented from becoming unbearable because of the sound of her mother calling up the stairs, telling her it was time for bed.
She purred against her father's chest, letting her lips linger longer than she should. His body tensed as she pulled away. "Goodnight dad," she drawled, pressing a playful kiss to his cheek.
Her father swallowed hard and stumbled for words, but all that came out was, "Night, Tam."
She shot a coy smile at her uncle over her father's shoulder. "Night, Uncle Max."
"Sweet dreams," Maxim replied.
Tamara's hips undulated as she ascended the stairs, each step heightening her arousal. She could feel both men's eyes burning into her skin, filling her with a wild and irresistible sensation. At the top of the staircase, she paused and theatrically bent down to pick something nonexistent, giving them a tantalizing view of her curves before disappearing into her bedroom.
