disturbing attraction

biggest prize

   I'm sitting in my car on the night watch on the road that leads to the big city, all I am normal on the first day of the year. 1955 seems to be going well so far...

A familiar red Chevrolet 3100 passes through the road at an alarming speed, making me activate the sirens; this is a family town, even though I possess tremendous respect towards the noblest farmer in the city who happens to be the owner of the truck; that behavior can be destructive.

Pulling in behind the stopped car, I wonder if Mr.Addams is well; he's 50 years old with a wife, a daughter, and land to take care of. Little Sarah is 16 now. A great beauty may I say; my pride still holds hope to take her as my wife someday, the most wanted prize of the young man in town.

As my father was a friend of the family, I had the pleasure of seeing my princess growing up, and helping in her raising; often I remember her staying in my home while her parents had to go to the big city, taking her over my knee in several occasions too. My presence in her life has been constant to the point I'm called "Uncle Jack" by her.

Something I find disturbing and attractive as she started to become grown, even her first kiss, she asked for "Uncle Jack" to teach her so she can be more popular around her girlfriends.

Every day Offers were made to take her into marriage, but all were rudely declined by her father, claiming she was too young. After that, I take care that all the stupid boys know my claim about her; her popularity keeps growing as she gets older.

My boots creak at every step I take closer to the driver's window, and my flashlight frames a face that I dream about every night, only the sweet and warm usual smile replaced by tears and a red nose.

" Sarah, why are you driving? You're too young; where's Michael, sweetheart?" I softly ask, opening the car's door.

That only made her bow her head sobbing into her hands, "Shh shh, hey, look at me, princess." Still hiding in her hands, she shakes her head.

Knowing the type of tone made Sarah listen, I let myself be harsher. " Look at me right now!" I say in a serious voice, but still keeping myself collected.

Her beautiful honey eyes snap at mine by the end of the phrase, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Cupping her face softly, cleaning her tear-stained cheeks.

"I..I..I...I can't!" My brows furrow at her words, "you can't. What exactly, dear?"

Suddenly, she jumps on me, hugging my torso with her legs and arms; burring her face on my chest.

'sh sh, it's alright, sweetheart. " I ease her up with my arm supporting her bottom. She cried for several more minutes on my chest before I put her sat in front of me in the driver's seat while I kneeled between her legs, keeping us at the same height.

" I can't marry him, Uncle Jack, I can't!" her hoarse voice whispers.

Jealousy crips in my chest, but I keep it down not to scare her too much. She takes a deep breath, continuing to speak.

" Daddy said I got offered a lot by Mr. Wattom... but I can't marry him! he doesn't make me feel the sparkle like mommy told me, I don't feel safe around him. He doesn't make me laugh, and he's ugly, too!"

I laugh at the last part, earning myself a small slap on my arm, "Don't laugh! I need to run away, or else they'll make do it. "

My face hardens at the motion, "Do you have at least money, Sarah?" Her eyes tear up." No, but I can find a job!".

I take her small, delicate hands in mine. " Do you think these hands are for work?"

" Well, I'm sure they weren't made to touch that old man!".

my grip on her hands intensified, making her whimper. " You're hurting me, I have to go. Please help me!".

I can't let her go, I know for sure she won't survive in the Big New york. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath to get the courage to make her do something she doesn't even know is wrong.

"Sweetheart, I know you don't want to marry him, but I can not let you go like this." My hand grips her waist, and my other grips the back of her neck, getting her face closer to mine. "You love your Uncle Jack, don't you?"

she nods aggressively, "I do, I love you very much," "Enough to spend the rest of your life with me?" My voice gets deeper as my cock gets harder.

Her confused face makes chills run across my body, "What do you mean, Uncle Jack?" she quivers as I kiss her neck, my beard scratching her skin.

"I'm going to make you mine, dear, then tomorrow we will marry in the chapel near my home" she whimpers pulling away, I shush her kissing her lips softly, my hands running to her still growing breasts, the tip of my fingers teasing her hard nipples through her thin dress.

she moans softly, kissing me back, her arms linking around my neck, "Do you remember those lilacs you've always talked about?" she nods while pulling her head back, offering her neck for me, I run my lips on her soft milky skin while chuckling from her naive antics " well I've grown some in my backyard, we can cut some and make a beautiful bride bouquet, what do you think?".

"Can I wear a pretty dress too, and makeup?" I cringed at the makeup part but I would do anything to have her, cupping her jaw, getting closer to her ear " I know for sure you won't need any of these things to be pretty but if you want to, ill get you every makeup in the world if it means you will be with me".

A car passes by taking me from my lust daze if I am going to marry her then I need to take her virginity, and the backseat of the car is not an option for my princess.

Getting the radio, I warn the police station to send another cop to replace me, claiming an "emergency" just happened.

"We need to go to my house, that's okay, sweetheart?" Her lust dazed eyes, look at me, and just nod.

she sits in the passager's seat while I lock the police car, leaving for the next cops that get there, when I get into the truck I'm met with soft lips kissing mine, and my sweet girl is looking at me with the same adoration since she was 2, but right now the adoration it's together with romantic love.

"Thank you, Uncle Jack" She smiles at me and puts on the seat belt as I start the car with a smile on my face and a hard cock in my pants.

my grip on the steering wheel getting stronger as my head turns into what I'm going to do to my sweet girl when we get home...

to be continued...