Uncle!Remy who should’ve told you to look it up when you came into the kitchen one afternoon and asked him what fingering was - a term you had heard from some guys at the park.
But he didn’t.
Uncle!Remy who looks you over as you stand in front of him in a pair of cutoff shorts and a tube top, your white sneakers dirty and unlaced, and says, “I could tell you, petite, or I could show you.”
Uncle!Remy who sets you up on the counter in the kitchen and has you lick his fingers, his other hand lightly closed around your neck while your face is growing increasingly warm and your pussy is throbbing with an ache you don’t fully grasp.
“Never thought of your sweet little mouth like this, ma chérie, but now?” He groans as you gag softly on his two fingers as they reach and dip into the back of your throat. “Mon Dieu, I wanna show you everythin’.”
Uncle!Remy who moves your shorts to the side so he can run a wet finger down your folds and feels his cock stir when you whine a soft little, “Uncle Remy,” His red-on-black eyes meets yours as you ask, “This is wrong, isn’t it?”
“Only if you don’t like it, chérie.”
Uncle!Remy who doesn’t see this as wrong, he sees it as just teaching you like he has most of your life, and he watches the way you react to his single digit disappearing into you slowly, coming out wet while his thumb rubs your little clit.
Uncle!Remy who talks you through it like it’s some dinner table conversation, “A man s’posed to take it slow, one finger at a time, not too fast.” He tells you as leans down to spit on your folds. “Fingering is foreplay, petite. He gotta make sure you wet enough ‘fore tryin’ to slip in anythin’ bigger, you hear?”
“Yes, yes, I hear you.” Your mouth is parted as you pant and whine, the feeling of pleasure consuming you when he adds the second finger and you arch into him, gripping tight onto the edge of the kitchen counter.
Uncle!Remy who mildly charges his fingertips as he brushes them against your bud and you jolt from the stimulating shock, looking at him with wide eyes while biting your lip. “Uncle Remy got a magic touch, bébé.” He winks, making you giggle breathlessly.
Uncle!Remy who lets himself get ahead of the game and sinks to his knees so he can get a taste of your sweet, weeping pussy. “Oh, my gosh, Uncle Remy!” Your head lolls back and your chest rises and falls with your erratic breathing as you near your release.
“C’est chatte est si bonne, petite fille,” He groans into you, the vibrations of his voice further stimulating you. His hands keep your thighs pushed apart as his head shakes between them, his tongue lapping desperately at your slit and your sensitive bud until you’re trying to close him out.
Uncle!Remy who slurps up your release, moaning as you squirm from overstimulation in the kitchen where anyone could see him corrupting you, his fingers digging into your thighs as you cry from how good it feels.
As you’re coming down, thighs trembling and still wide open, he stands and kisses you hard, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue before taking the biggest step away from you. “We cannot do that again, petite.”
“Okay, Uncle Remy.” You say with a shaky nod and he gently helps you off the counter, watching you slide your bottoms back into place and you give him a flushed smile. “Thanks!”
Uncle!Remy who watches you bound off towards the staircase to go up to your bedroom while he’s left standing in the kitchen, hard as a rock, and wondering how long it will be before he caves and seeks you out again.
Just a little blurb I wanted to get out of my head:3
“Kassandra! Let’s go!” Dolos calls out from downstairs and looks at Remy, “I blame you for her being so extra.”
“Oh look who’s talking!” Remy laughs, shaking his head as he puts on his sunglasses, “You’re the most extra out of both of us!”
“Whatever,” Dolos blushes and huffs, putting on his beanie, “Kass!”
“I’m going, uncle Dee!” Kassandra yells back, putting on her boots and goes down, smiling at a Remy.
“Look! She’s wearing the boots I bought her!” Remy says proudly and kneels down, hugging her.
“It better not be the uggs!” Dolos calls from the kitchen and walks over as he grabbed her backpack, “Thank god it’s not. Alright, let’s get going you drama queens.”
“Hey!”
Dolos laughs and walks out ahead of them, waiting for them. As they stepped out, they hold hands with their niece and swing her up randomly. She came into their lives when she was a year old during a dark night, being told Dolos’ sister and her husband died in a drunk driving accident. They were coming back from date night, when a drunk driver crashed into them. They were both in shock and not ready for a baby, but Dolos’ didn’t want to let his baby sister down. He decided to take in her daughter and have been raising her ever since. Dolos would let her know that about his sister, showing pictures and videos of them together when she asked for it. Remy at first wasn’t close, mostly from being unsure about being a parent so quick. After a while, he fell for Kassandra and they were both pretty much the same.
“I’m gonna make friends!” Kassandra smiles brightly.
“Really? How do you know?” Remy asks.
“I just know!”
Once they reach the park, Kassandra went towards the sandbox that was pretty much filled with kids. She greets them and the three girls there stared and soon started a conversation with her. Dolos and Remy watch from a table that was next to two fathers. They greet them, who wave back and they watch their Kassandra make friends.
Children: Kassandra Tyche (adopted when they were 25)
Story:
-Dolos and Remy met in middle school and they both became quick friends. As they grew older, so did their feelings for each other and by sophomore year, they were together. Once they graduated from college, they had a civil marriage. Near the end of their first year of marriage, Dolos had a niece who he adored. He always spoiled her and was very protective of her, that his sister secretly put him as their emergency contact for her child to be given to him if anything happens to her and her husband. Sadly, that happened.
-After a date night, they were hit by a drunk driver and passed away, police standing in front of Dolos and Remy’s apartment. Dolos broke down at the loss of his only sibling, Remy doing his best to comfort him. When the police broke the news of the baby girl, Dolos quickly took her in without question. That caused a few problems between him and Remy, who was not ready to be a parent. They had a small separation, and Remy took the time to figure things out between them. During that time also, Dolos readjusted his life to now being a parent, which scared him.
-A few months passed, a month before the baby’s first birthday, Remy came back. He told Dolos his insecurities, which Dolos took to heart and promised that he would let Remy take his own pace. They made it work, but soon enough, Remy soon fell for the little girl with the same eyes as his husband. They both readjusted their life, and as the little girl grew, they saw something odd. Once she was able to speak, she would say little things that would happen in the future and while never believed, it didn’t stop her.
-Kassandra was an outgoing girl, thanks to how her parents were and Remy always encouraging her to express herself. She also had a side of Dolos when it came to deceiving people, but only when needed. She is also very outspoken, not scared to speak up her mind. Her fashion is a mix of of Remy and Dolos, or it’s a nice colorful mix. All in all, Kassandra is someone who brings light and life into their life. From a tiring day of being in the courtroom and dealing with clients, and dealing with customers who hate their photos, Kassandra is a breath of fresh air.
