India was in the middle of a song when she felt a presence behind her and soon after, an erection pressed to her back and a hand placed tenderly on her breast. She stopped playing.
"Charlie must we keep with these games?" India blandly inquired.
"We are not playing a game," Charlie retorted pulling her hair back. "We are at a stalemate; equally out matched."
"Ah," she woefully sighed, "but within that statement you have so carefully made your next move." She subtly moved into his other hand that was rubbing her labia.
"Well then India if that's true," he bent down to whisper, still massaging her breast, "what's yours?"
She stood up, ending his physical taunting, and began to walk away.
He followed her curious as to her destination.
It was his room.
They entered and she stood in the middle of the room.
"Close the door," she commanded. He closed the door. "Lock it," she said. He locked it. She paced to his bed amd kneeled on it where she beckoned for Charlie.
She unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and put her hand in the bulge in his underwear. She pulled his length out and bent down to kiss him along his shaft. She worked her way to the tip where she massaged it with her tongue.
Charlie bent his head back in immense pleasure and moaned. She then submerged the whole of his dick into her mouth. Her head began to rythmically bob up and down. He pulled her out of her face in appreciation as he held her head down when he couldn't tak it anymore. They both screamed in pleasure.
India began to feel a warmth grow between her legs. She sat back on the bed biting her lip as Charlie climbed on top of her, his member still exposed. He ripped her blouse open and cradled her back so he could remove her top. Once her breasts were exposed he bent down to bite them and lick them. She furrowed her brows in an angry passion.
He kissed her all the way down to the top of her skirt. He then lifted her skirt and his head disappeared beneath it. He removed her underwear with his teeth and tossed them on the floor. Before she knew what exactly happened she felt his tongue trace along her clit.
She gasped and moaned, confused at what she felt. "Charlie what is that?"
He grinned against her labia. "You're wet India."
She simply moaned in reply. Swiftly the rest of their clothes were removed and he was rubbing his penis along her vaginal lips. Finally he pushed inside of her causing her to arch her back.
Charlie pressed himself against her and slowly moved in and out until he was pumping himself furiously inside of her. She screamed his name and he moaned hers.
Soon their positions switched so that she had her face in the pillow and he was straddling her backside. She cried with an explosion of pleasure.
Finally she was on top of him. He gripped her sides so that he could feel every inch of the inside of her walls. She bounced up and down on him and he brought her down to kiss him which she did with such passion. Kissing, she began to speed her rythm as she bit his lip. He bent his head back in the pillow breathing heavily; gasping. She moaned in to his mouth until she closed and collapsed on top of him. Still pushing to reach his, he gripped her ass even tighter, her pressing her face into his chest all the while, and finally released his semen into his niece.
His member, now flacid, fell out of her slippery opening. Both of them breathing heavily, India whipered, "Uncle Charlie?"
"Yes my love?" He inquired caressing her back.
"Check mate."