Wolf Cabin (Sinful Wolf Pack Romances)

I go to the bathroom to take a long cold shower. When I get back she is already asleep. Her sweet breath is steady, and her chest rises and falls gently beneath the blanket.

I had half hoped she might still be awake so that I could apologize and persuade her to forgive me. She must have been exhausted from being with my brother and my uncle.

Even the thought of it makes my cock twitch in my pants. I can still smell my uncle’s musk on her. I want to pull her shorts down and give her another reason to be exhausted. I want to show her how much I love her.

I lay down on the bed next to her. Even though she is mad at me, she senses my presence and turns around to spoon me from behind. She is so warm and so loving. This is why I adore her. I fall asleep in her arms.

My sleep is patchy and full of dreams of Jenna with her legs spread open and some man pounding in and out of her. I never see his face, and at times I think it is my uncle, my brother or even her stepbrother. Each one turns me on as much as the last.

Every time I wake up I wonder what will happen during the rest of the trip. If they have fucked her once then they will want to fuck her again. Is that what I want? Or should I tell her that I love her and want her all to myself?

Maybe I won’t have to decide. Maybe she will avoid them all by herself because she doesn’t want to make me jealous.

I am not sure that this is what I want either.

I drift into sleep again, hoping my dreams will bring me the right answers.

When I wake up again it takes me a few moments to realise that the bed behind me is cool, and that Jenna is no longer there.

I miss her arms around me. I lay quietly for a long moment, listening for her, thinking she must be in the bathroom.

I can hear the sound of water spraying in the shower. Some minutes pass before I realize that the noise is coming from the opposite wall to where our bathroom is.

Frowning, I get up to investigate. The door of our adjoining bathroom is unlocked. It swings open at my touch. It is empty.

The shower noise is clearly coming from the opposite wall, where the family bathroom is. Why would Jenna be taking a shower there? Did she do it so that she wouldn’t wake me up from sleep?

I go out into the hallway, intending to knock and ask if she is all right. I am hoping she will be less angry now. Maybe she will be in the mood to tell me the details of her sexual encounters with my uncle and brother. I am burning to know exactly what happened.

When I get to the bathroom I see that the door is open a crack and steam is coming out of it. I open the door, and am just about to jokingly ask her if she left it unlocked so that I could join her, when I realize Jenna is not alone.

Through the clouds of steam in the shower I make out another tall figure beside her, his hands all over her body. The steam is so thick that I cannot see who it is.

I am overcome with a feeling that I am intruding, unwanted.

I want to go in there and punch whoever he is, but instead I automatically back out of the bathroom, my heart thundering. Just outside, I stand frozen, the image of their intertwined bodies playing over in my mind.

The shower switches off and I hear the murmur of quiet voices. It takes me a moment to realize that neither of them saw me. The door is still ajar.

Frustrated at not being able to tell who is with her, I push it open just wide enough to see in. It takes a few moments for the steam to subside. I see Jenna’s naked back standing a few yards away from me.

They have both gotten out of the shower, but Jenna is blocking my view of the man.

The water has turned Jenna’s hair dark gold. It drips from the ends onto her naked back and down to the rounded globes of her buttocks. It trickles down her cleft and then her thighs and makes a small puddle on the floor at her feet.

Her legs are slightly apart and I just about make out the pink lips of her vagina between them. She is standing at a slight angle to me, and it is clear that her nipples are fully erect.

She raises her arms to squeeze the water from her long hair, and then reaches for a towel on the hook.

“Leave it,” commands a voice.

My heart skips a beat. It is my uncle.

And now that she has moved aside I see him sitting on the bathroom chair just a few feet away from her. I clench my fists, unable to make sense of this. If she wanted sex she could easily have had me earlier.

But she turned me down, and now she is here with him.

I wonder if they have fucked again. But if so why would they be using this bathroom instead of his?

Did she come in here hoping he would join her?

My uncle says something to her quietly and she giggles softly. She spreads her legs slightly and slips her fingers into her pretty pink slit to play with herself.

He sits back in the white wooden bathroom chair and watches. His cock is fully erect. It is huge.

I watch in obsessive fascination as he grips his shaft in his fist and strokes himself.

“Come here,” he says.

My heart pounds, expecting to see him pull her onto his lap and onto his big dick. This is what I dreamed of and this is what I dreaded.

But when she gets to the chair he drops onto his knees beside it. He places one of her feet up on the seat of the chair, leaving her little pink pussy spread open in the cool air.

He puts his hands around her ass cheeks and pulls her towards him, then buries his stubbly face between her legs.

She grips his thick brown hair as he tastes her. After a minute she begins to gyrate her hips back and forth passionately. He squeezes and rubs her buttocks with his big hands and her body writhes in rhythm with his licking. Her little tits bounce up and down.

Within minutes she lets out a series of panting cries, and then her throat arches. She throws her head back and opens her mouth in a silent scream. I have no doubt that she has orgasmed against my uncle’s mouth. He warned me earlier that he was going to taste her and now he has.

My dick is uncomfortably hard in my boxers. I wish I had the guts to stride in and bend her over the basin and take her while my uncle watches.

I don’t dare. Not only because he’ll be furious at me for taking his new mate, but also because I am scared Jenna might turn me away.

Uncle Logan continues sucking at her sweet pussy while her hips buck and her buttocks clench rhythmically. Then he takes his face away from between her thighs and sits down in the chair.

He takes her buttocks in his massive hands and squeezes them unnecessarily hard as he pulls her towards him. She willingly straddles him, placing her legs on either side of the chair and resting her little hands on his broad naked shoulders.

I see his long thick cock standing up straight between her legs, the big purple tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Lower yourself down,” he tells her, his hands on her backside guiding her down onto him.

“Yes, Uncle Logan,” she says eagerly.

She leans forward to rub her tits onto his hairy chest as she slowly lowers her hips. I watch the tip of his cock slide in between her gleaming pink pussy lips.

Biting my lip to keep from shouting out, I yank down my boxers to release my cock and balls. I take my shaft in my hands and place the circle of my thumb and forefinger onto the tip of my cock, just like the lips of her pussy are on the tip of his cock.

She raises her pussy up and down a little on his cock tip, and I mimic the movement with my hand on my cock.

Uncle Logan’s lips peel back as if he is enjoying the sensation immensely. His breath hisses out from between his teeth.

“That’s it, baby, work your pussy onto my dick. Oh yeah, just like that, take me deeper.”

He doesn’t force her to go faster. He lets her set her own pace and he seems to find satisfaction in every second of it.

Jenna’s buttocks clench over and over as she lowers and raises herself a few centimeters at a time. Her hips rock back and forth as Uncle Logan’s big cock slowly disappears inside of her.

And she was right. Her ass and that cock being eaten up by her pussy looks exactly like the photo on my phone.

Except this is a million times better than the picture could ever be. This is my Jenna getting her tight little pussy filled by the biggest dick that she could imagine. My Jenna rubbing her little tits onto the hard chest of the huge man fucking her.

“Oh, Uncle Logan, it feels so good,” she gasps as she fucks him slowly.

She was still a virgin earlier today. I imagine that she is still so tight that she can feel every vein on the surface of his thick shaft as it squeezes into her tight entrance. The entire length of him is buried inside her now.

She works herself up and down on him faster and faster until she is bouncing, and she can no longer stay quiet. Her gasps of pleasure turn into high-pitched little moans.

I fist my cock in rhythm to her music, imagining that she is riding me at the same time as she is riding him.

“That’s it, baby. Milk my dick like the naughty girl you are,” Uncle Logan growls.

His words send me over the edge. I yank my boxers over myself just in time to stop my cum from spurting all over the door, leaving evidence of my presence.

I stay frozen to the spot watching my Jenna work her pussy over my uncle’s big dick and hairy balls, until with one last little shriek she comes. He seizes her by the buttocks and holds her in place while he plunges up into her a few more times. He comes with a victorious growl.

She lays slumped on him for a few moments, her face pressed into his powerful neck. Then she eases herself up off him, freeing his dick with a plop. She plants a row of kisses along his jaw.

When she steps towards her towel, I quietly make my way back into our room.

I lay down on our bed, my head reeling. I had never imagined that my sweet girlfriend could be so horny. I was wrong.

A few minutes later she comes back into our room, wraps her naked body around me, and goes back to sleep.