"⚠️ Mature themes and age-gap romance. 18+ only."

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Chapter 2

The sun had barely set, casting a warm, golden glow over the quiet suburban street. Evelyn's window, perched high above the ground, was ajar, a small, inviting sliver in the otherwise closed facade of her house.

Inside, she stood on the edge of her bed, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. She had spent the day preparing, her mind racing with plans and schemes, all designed to draw Uncle Thomas into her web of seduction.

Uncle Thomas, a man of strong build and kind eyes, was a successful businessman, but his true passion lay in his garden. He was a man of routine, his days filled with meetings and late-night work, but his evenings were his own, spent tending to his plants and nurturing his garden. Evelyn knew this, and she had planned her 'accident' accordingly.

She took a deep breath and let her eyes drift to the window. She could see him now, his dark hair glinting under the streetlights as he watered his plants. She could see the way his muscles flexed under his shirt, the way his hands worked with such precision and care. She felt a strange flutter in her stomach, a sensation she had never felt before.

Evelyn, her heart still pounding, made her way back to Thomas's garden. She had always loved the way the flowers bloomed here, the vibrant colors and sweet scent filling the air. But today, her mind was elsewhere, her thoughts consumed by the thrill of her game.

 She walked towards Thomas's garden, her hips swaying gently, her short skirt riding up a little higher than was strictly necessary.

As she approached the garden, she heard the soft hum of his lawnmower. He was bent over, his strong back muscles rippling under his t-shirt as he pushed the machine through the grass. She took a deep breath, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew what she was about to do was risky, but the thought of the power she held over him sent a shiver of excitement down her spine.

She stepped into the garden, her skirt riding up even higher. She could see him glance at her out of the corner of his eye, his movements faltering for a moment. She knew he was watching, his eyes drawn to her like a moth to a flame. She wanted to tease him, to push him to the edge of his control.

She walked towards him, her hips swaying, her eyes locked onto his. She could see the tension in his body, the way his hands tightened on the lawnmower handles.

"Uncle Thomas," she said, her voice sweet and innocent, "I wanted to thank you again for letting me use your shower. I feel so much better now."

Thomas swallowed hard, his eyes flicking from her face to her legs. She could see the struggle in his eyes, the war between his desire and his sense of right and wrong.

She leaned down, her skirt riding up even higher, exposing more of her thighs. She could see the way his eyes widened, the way his breath hitched. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn't resist the urge to push him further.

She reached down, her fingers brushing against the grass. Suddenly, her legs slipped and she was on the ground as she let out a yelp.

Thomas immediately went to her, helping her to stand up.

 She let out a feigned gasp, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "Oh, Uncle Thomas, I think I've just ruined my skirt."

Thomas's eyes darted to her face, then to her skirt. She felt his breath hitched. She knew she had him right where she wanted him.

She stood up, her skirt now riding up to reveal the top of her panties. She could see the way his eyes darkened, the way his body tensed.

"Don't worry, Evelyn," he said, his voice hoarse. "I'll help you clean it up."

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Thank you, Uncle Thomas. You're the best."

She turned away with deliberate slowness, arching her back subtly as her skirt rode up higher than before, exposing more of her round, soft ass. She knew she was pushing him to the limit, but she couldn't stop. She wanted to see how far she could take this.

As Evelyn stood in the garden, her skirt lifted to reveal the curve of her ass and the thin fabric of her panties, Thomas's breath hitched. The sight of her, so innocent yet so provocative, sent a jolt of heat through him. He tried to maintain his composure, but his hand trembled as he reached out to dust off the dirt from her skirt.

"Is it clean, Uncle?" Evelyn asked, her voice sweet and playful. She turned, her eyes meeting his, a mischievous glint in them.

Thomas swallowed hard, his hand still hovering over her skirt. "No, the area where you fell was muddy, mud is little hard to clean" he managed to say, his voice hoarse. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at her innocence, her playfulness.

He tentatively ran his hand over her skirt, feeling the dirt beneath his fingers. His hand brushed against her ass, and he felt a jolt of electricity course through him. He quickly pulled his hand away, but not before he felt the softness of her skin, the curve of her ass.

Evelyn asked, her voice laced with a hint of  both innocent and sultry. "Is it clean now, Uncle?"

Thomas shook his head, his eyes drawn to her. He could see the outline of her panties, the curve of her ass, the way her skirt clung to her thighs. He felt a sudden rush of desire, a primal urge that he hadn't felt in years. He knew he should stop, that he should walk away, but he couldn't. He was drawn to her, to her innocence, her playfulness.

He reached out again, his hand trembling as he brushed against her ass. He could feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her flesh. He ran his hand over her, feeling the curve of her ass, the way her body responded to his touch.

Due to his action, her panty shifted little, revealing what he shouldn’t see —her bare skin.

His eyes widened at the forbidden site. But he was drawn to it, to her, as he rubbed his finger , still trembling, pressed lightly against the edge, then slid downward, trailing slowly along the damp curve.

In his mind, he knew, he shouldn't, especially to the girl who he literally watched grow into fine young lady. But, he could feel her breath hitch, her body tense, which excites his guilty pleasure.

"Uncle?" Her voice came shaky.

"It's clean now" he said, as he felt the softness of her ass for the last time, before taking step back.

Evelyn turned around, her face had that bright smile she always had but with a deep shade of blush on her cheeks, "Thank you uncle...Thomas"

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