Caught
Copyright© 2026 by Reggie70
Chapter 2
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Amber break up leads to her favorite aunt and uncles house
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Uncle Niece Aunt Masturbation Oral Sex
By 8am Steve had already left for his morning shift at the factory. Angie was moving around the house, getting ready to head out for her own errands. “I’m running out for a bit, sweetie,” Angie called down the hall. “Help yourself to anything in the fridge.” As soon as the garage door shut and the house went quiet, Amber sank back into the queen bed. But sleep was impossible. Her mind was trapped in a loop of the night before—the sharp sound of skin slapping, Steve’s thick cock, and the intense thrill of his heavy gaze locking onto hers through the cracked bathroom door.
Amber’s clit started to twitch. She could not believe how turned on she was. She took off her silk panties and her top. Her fingers went right to work.
Amber didn’t hear the front door open.
Angie had forgotten her phone on the counter and hurried back into the house also realizing she didn’t ask amber what she wanted for supper. Angie walked down the hallway to the guest room and pushed the door open and stopped dead in her tracks. Amber was sprawled on the bed naked. Her legs spread open and her hips pushing foward as her fingers working her clit as she moaned her uncles name ... her other hand pinching her nipple so hard her left breast was red.
Steve had told Angie everything about the night before. How Amber watched from the hallway. Stripped down and played with herself in front of him. Seeing Amber now—completely naked, flushed, her fingers buried deep in her pussy—confirmed it all. A slow, knowing smirk spread across Angie’s face. She wasn’t angry; she was thrilled. Don’t stop on my account Angie said. Amber’s eyes snapped open. She scrambled back, frantically pulling the sheet over her bare body. “Angie! I—oh god, I’m so sorry—”
Steve told me, sweetie,” Angie interrupted, her tone dripping with amusement as she sat on the edge of the bed. She reached out and pulled the sheet away, exposing Amber’s pale, bare frame. “He told me all about his little audience last night. And judging by how wet you are ... you were just lying here thinking about my husband, weren’t you?” Amber’s breath hitched and she rolled her eyes knowing she had been caught. That’s what I thought,” Angie chuckled, laying a warm hand on Amber’s bare inner thigh. “If you wanted a closer look, you only had to ask.”