Forbidden Affair With My Step Uncle

Chapter 8 : Steam and Defiance.

CALLAHAN’S POV ~

The bathroom door made a soft deliberate sound as it clicked shut. Callahan stood motionless under the shower spray with sprinkles of water almost clouding his eyes.

He turned off the shower head and turned slowly.

It was harder to see through the fogged up glass but he could tell whose silhouette that was. The same figure that has been haunting his dreams.

Isabella’s.

She was standing next to the door completely naked. She was touching her breasts so swiftly as they dangled around. The white swimsuit she wore earlier was thrown on the floor, forgotten.

Her Lucious black hair poured around her shoulders drawing more attention to her breasts with their small pink protruding n*****s that were just now hard from the damp air,

Her slender waist descended into generously rounded hips, her thighs slightly separated. Her p***y was dripping, her fluid secretions shining on her inner thighs alone, arousing from the act of her defiance.

“Isabella.” His voice rumbled like thunder. “Get out.”

She didn’t budge. Instead, she took two slow steps till she reached in front of him, mad hunger shining in her eyes. She slid the glass door open and the steam completely attacked her naked body.

“The sun was scorching outside. The sunscreen you applied did nothing. So I decided to cool off. Take a shower.” She started to rub soap on specific parts of her body. The ones she knew Callahan couldn’t resist looking at. She caught him galloping.

“Don’t mind me. I’ll do my own thing while you do yours, unless….you want me to bathe you too. I don’t mind, promise.”

The final straw.

“ISABELLA!”

Callahan’s hands struck the glass door with a shove, as if the door could hold him back. His p***s, which was already half-erect thanks to the sunscreen moment, shot up to full, aching length within seconds. Thick heavy wide head, flushed dark and pointing right at her through the fogged glass. Water running down his chest, over the bulges of his abs, and finally at the base of his shaft where it was visibly pulsing.

He was leaking. A thick bead of pre-c*m formed at the tip and washed away instantly, only to be replaced by another.

“You’re breaking every rule I just gave you,” he growled, eyes locked on her body despite every command in his brain screaming to look away. “This is my bathroom. My shower. You aren’t supposed to be in here. We just talked about it and yet here you are. Disobeying me already.”

Isabella reached up and tied a loose knot with her hair, arching her back so that the breasts are lifted. The drops of water from the steam stuck to her skin like diamonds.

“I tried the rules, Uncle Cal,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “That didn’t work. Not when I can see how hard you get from me just breathing near you.”

“Isabella, please. Leave.”

“Look at you. You’re dripping for me again. Just like last night. Just like this morning on your bed.”

Callahan’s breathing was getting more and more labored. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the glass door. There wasn’t a single inch of her body that he wasn’t aware of, the swelling of her p***y lips, the pink and slick parting, the subtle quivering of her thighs. All these made his mouth water. His c**k pulled up tight. Every muscle in him was trying hard not to tear the door open and drag her in.

“I am 45,” he said hoarsely, voice breaking. “You are 22. I held you when you were a baby, for f*****g sake. Victor had given me the responsibility of your life. If I touch you, even if I allow myself one second of this, it will be the end of everything he had built. Everything he had believed in me.”

She was so close that only the glass was separating them. Her hand was flat against it and pressed exactly where his c**k was strained on the other side.

“Then why haven’t you locked the door?” she whispered. “Why is your c**k so hard that it’s shaking? Why did you follow me into the house instead of staying in your office like a good step-uncle?”

Callahan’s self-control was totally destroyed. He burst open the glass door by a single furious gesture. Steam flew everywhere. Water sprayed the floor.

He was standing there naked, towering over her, chest heaving, c**k protruding heavy leaking steadily now. His hand raised, shaking, as if to push her away. Instead, his fingers grazed her collarbone, slipped over the line of one breast, stopping before the n****e.

“You are going to ruin me,” he whispered, voice breaking. “And i am too weak to stop you.”

Isabella’s eyes turned a shade darker filled with triumph. She leaned into the touch, her n****e brushing his thumb.

“Then stop resisting,” she said. “Just this once. Touch me. As much as you want. I won’t tell. I swear.”

Callahan’s jaw tensed so strongly that it started to hurt. His c**k moved involuntarily between them, the head brushing her stomach and thereby leaving a hot, wet pre-c*m streak on her skin.

He was on the edge of going over the brink. One more heartbeat and he would have taken her against the wet tile and dived so deep that she would remember this for days.

The ringtone of his phone on the counter was harsh and piercing. Victor’s ringtone.

Callahan tore away as if he had been shot. His hand fell. His chest heaved. He looked at her naked body, at the sign of his loss of control vouching for her stomach, the way her eyes implored him to finish making love to what they had started.

“You get out,” he choked turning his back on her and closing the door of the shower between them with a slam. “Now. Before I do something impossible to undo.”

Isabella stayed there for a long moment with the spray of the shower misting her skin and his c*m still warm on her belly. Then she smiled slowly, confidently and victoriously.

Without hesitation, she picked up the suit that she had thrown aside and came out of the room. She left the bathroom door wide open.

Callahan put his hands on each side of the tile wall and rested his head under the very hot water while his c**k was still very hard and he hadn’t even gotten to touch it.

He was defeated. And he foresaw the moment when the next time she dared, he wouldn’t be able to resist her.