(đź“Łđź“Ł THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLĂŹCIT DĂŠSCRIPTĂŹONS. DON'T READ IF YOU'RE LESS THAN 18đź“Łđź“Ł)
Darlington began to feel dizzy all of a sudden, his palms were sweating and his heart was thudding pĂ infully.
"What am I going to do now? What manner of tèmptation is this?" he thought as he stood there, with his back leaning against the already shut door.
Samantha seemed to be having the best time of her life as she told him how it was her turn to return the favour he did her, when he drove her round town, all in the name of getting a place for fun.
"Look Samantha, all I've been doing is looking out for you…" he was saying when she cut in.
"And all I'm doing is look at that huge bĂĽlge down there Darling. For goodness sake, why do you keep living in self denial?
"You keep acting as though you're not interested in me, when I know you love me as much as I love you.
"Look Darlington, I know that you want me as much as I want you because how else do you explain this never going away èrection, whenever we're together?" she asked him, closing the distance between them, so much so that Darlington was soon feeling the heat of her body.
"Stop this at once Samantha!" Darlington yelled suddenly, pushing her roughly away from himself and walked away from the spot he had been standing.
Samantha hadn't expected the reaction, so she stood dumbfounded for a while, before she recovered from the shock.
She listened as Darlington berated her, chiding her à ngrily for her behaviour, and reminding her that what she was doing was tantamount to sèxual hà rassment
Samantha could see that Darlington had become so defensive that even as he spoke, he maintained a distance and demeanor that told her he wasn't going to let her anywhere close.
Then a quick thought came to her mind. She lowered her gaze and stuttered an apology.
"I'm sorry you feel this way about what I did. But please don't term it hĂ rassment. I was only trying to express my love for you.
"My friends made me believe that you couldn't have been caring for me the way you have been doing all these while, if you weren't interested in my body.
"So please don't think of it as hĂ rassment. It was only a mistake in my calculation of things
"They told me you love and want me, but your fear for my father wouldn't let you approach me.
"So I reckoned I could just make you see that we can do this without letting my dad know about it" Samantha said, still gazing at the floor.
Darlington was moved. He could see that Samantha had really been influenced by her friends, so his expressions softened considerably.
He walked over to where she was standing and held her to himself with a side hug.
"Listen Samantha, I know how it feels to be your age, trust me, I do!
"I know that feeling, the adrenaline rush and the adventurous instinct that kicks in when you're at this stage of life
"So I'm sorry for judging you as harshly as I did. I should have given it a proper thought to see where the influence was coming from.
"But then Samantha, it's not a lie when they told you that I love you. I truly love and care for you Samantha
"But not as a man loves a woman. I love and care for you, just like a man cares for his daughter or sister.
"All these while, I have been looking out for you because I understand that you are so lonely, despite being in the midst of so many people.
"I have been doing everything possible for as long as I can remember, to fill in the void that your father's political career, and your mother's absence has created in your life
"I have been trying to show you that you're loved, but you have misinterpreted this for romantic love." Darlington said and Samantha knelt down instantly
"I'm sorry uncle Darlington. Would you please forgive me and not let this mistake come between us? Will you still be the uncle Darlington you have always been to me?" she asked and Darlington's heart contracted in paĂŻns, seeing how beĂ ten she was by what she's done.
"Come on Samantha, will you please stop this?" he asked her, pulling her up at once.
He spoke to her for a while, assuring her that he understood in perfect terms why she did what she did, and swearing that he was never going to hold it against her, or let it stand in the way of the cordial relationship they've always shared.
"In fact Samantha dear, to show you that we can réturn to how we used to be, I'm going to let you party as hard as you want tonight, and you can count on me to party with you as always" he told her, making Samantha's face light up at once.
Samantha suggested that they went down to the club to dance for a while, and Darlington agreed. He even let her buy the skimpy skirt and crop top she insisted on getting from the hotel's shopping mall.
"How do I look uncle Darlington?" she asked him, turning around like a model on a runway.
"Amazing!" he told her, blowing a kîss and Samantha giggled.
"I was so sure you were going to say 'sĂŞxy' you know!" she spat and Darlington gave her a warning look.
"Oops! I chose a wrong word" she said in feigned humour, raising her hands in surrender.
Darlington didn't want the awkwardness that was about to settle in again, so he quickly changed the topic, asking if she was ready to go already.
He got a yes, and they were soon walking into the night club.
Samantha had a mischievous smile on her face all along, but Darlington didn't think much about it.
He found a sofa at dimly lit part of the club and sat there to watch Samantha dance
She did everything possible to make him agree to dance with her, but he insisted that he could just watch her dance.
Then she began to dance, trying to sèduce him with the êrotic dance steps she started with. But no matter what she did, Darlington didn't get up to grab her, like she imagined he would.
He simply sat there, gulping the whiskey in his hand, and chiding his heart for not knowing that Samantha was but a little girl.
"I haven't been with a woman for so long. That must be the only explanation for this unhĂ´ly desire" he told himself, pressing down his grĂ´in area.
When he looked up again, he saw a number of boys, now clamouring to dance with Samantha. She kept sparing him some glances, but she was dancing with the boys, letting them rock her as much as they wanted.
"Let them be, let her do whatever she wants" his brain said, but his heart was searing like a CĂ lifornia fĂŻre as he saw one of the boys get so daring that his hands were cupping Samantha's brĂŞast from behind, while he rocked her back so fiercely, it seemed they were just going to do it right there.
"Enough Samantha, enough already!" he snapped, pulling her oĂşt of the crowd and back to where he'd been sitting.
"What now uncle Darlington? Have I made a mistake? Did I do anything wrong?" she asked, blinking innocently.
"Samantha, did it not occur to you that those boys were messing with your body? Is that how to dance?" he asked, unable to tell why he felt as angry as he was feeling.
"I'm sorry uncle Darlington, I didn't think of it that way. That's why I was asking that you danced with me. If you were dancing with me, all these wouldn't have happened" she told him, sounding as innocent as she wanted to.
Darlington snorted, but remained silent. He took another swig of his whiskey and stared blankly at the space in front of him, not knowing what to do or say.
He didn't want them returning to the room at that time because he was still trying to control his own self.
But he knew he couldn't keep Samantha sitting idly there. Just as he was about to say something, Samantha called a bartender and asked for a bottle of whiskey.
"Come on uncle Darlington, can't I also drink if I can't dance?" she asked him, raising the bottle to her mouth
"You can dear, but that is too much for you" he told her, pulling the bottle from her after a while and made her drink with a glass.
She continued to gulp glass after glass, and Darlington was forced to snatch the bottle from her.
In response to her complaint, he said that his own whiskey was finished, hence his decision to drink from her own bottle.
Samantha smiled discreetly and kept making attempts to drink from the bottle, indirectly compelling Darlington to finish the whiskey.
"Uncle Darlington, can we dance for a while?" she asked him, so happy to see that he was now drĂĽnk.
"No Samantha, I think it's best we headed back to the room immediately. I'm having a splitting headache right now" he told her, feigning a headache to conceal his drĂĽnken state.
"Oh no uncle Darlington. Is that to say I won't dance this night? You stopped me from dancing and I thought you were going to let me dance with you" she complained.
"Sorry Samantha, but if you're going to dance again tonight, it'll be in the room. My head hurts badly" he told her and pulled her to her feet.
He made Samantha lead the way to the room because he didn't want her to see his staggering steps, but walking behind Samantha was sa tĂ´rture to his already troubled heart.
As she walked on, her endowment was in full display. The mound behind her rolled and lulled, urging him to touch and feel.
His front tail seemed to get pulled by the magnetic force that her behind suddenly had, and it took so much efforts to keep himself from pulling her into his arms right there in the hotel lobby.
"Are you okay? You're scaring me uncle Darlington" Samantha pretentiously asked, squatting in front of Darlington as he sat on the couch
She wasn't wèaring a single thing under the skimpy skirt she was wearing, so she knew that Darlington was seeing everything she wanted him to see.
So she refused to get up, no matter how much he asked her to.
"I'm fine Samantha" he told her and hurriedly walked past her, rushing I to the bathroom.
He had a long shower, hoping that the running water would help ease the effect of the alcohol in his system, but while he bath there, Samantha was preparing a shocker for him.
As soon as he walked out of the bathroom, he saw Samantha standing completely ĂĽnclad in the room. With her back to him, she was bent as though to pick something from the floor..
"Wh – what is this Samantha?" he yelled at her, staggering towards the couch.
"What? I want to take a bath too uncle, so I got undressed because I was on fire.
"And please Uncle, just because I made mistakes earlier doesn't mean that I don't know what's right.
"I have accepted the big brother and sister relationship between us, so I'm just being free around you" she told him and walked into the bathroom.
"Oh dear God, why didn't this cup go to another. Why me?" he thought in anguish as he sat there, hearing her sing in the bathroom.
Samantha emerged from the bathroom some time later, wearing a night gown that was now so wèt that it was clinging to her bôdy, showing everything it was meat to cover
In fact, she was now appearing more sĂĽggestive and prĂ´vocative than what Darlington had seen before.
She walked over to the TV in the suite and clicked it on, connecting it to her phone, to play a musical video.
"Are you dancing with me uncle, or should I dance for you?" she asked him, blinking innocently.
Darlington said he was too tired to dance, so she said she was going to dance for him.
And so, Samantha began to dance, choosing to get as crĂ zy as she was going, until Darlington couldn't take it anymore.
She started off dancing in front of him, but in no time, she was convinced that Darlington was as cornered as she wanted.
So she began to twĂŞrk towards him, sitting right on the hĂ rdness she could see from his briefs, to give him a lĂ p dance.
"Goddamit!" Darlington muttered, as he felt her twist and roll on his thîghs. She was clearly not wearing anything under the night gown, so just the brief he was wearing, stood between their biological instrument.
Darlington had been so sure he'd control how far things would go, but without warning, everything had spiralled out of control and Samantha was pulling him to his feet
"Samantha!" he called weakly, but she was already all over him. Her lips claimed his, while her hands held his face.
Darlington's hands moved on their own accord, holding her waist so firmly and affectionately that their bodies glued together.
"Please just this once uncle, please just do it and I'll never trouble you again" she begged, clinging to him some more, as her left hand freed Darlington's weĂ pon of friendly assĂ ult from the confines of his brĂŻefs.
Darlington's heart began to thud painfully. He could now feel her wètness and warmth on his phà llus that was now gliding between her thîghs, as she twerked in front of him.
"St -stop this" he stammered, but all the nerves and muscles in his body were no longer in his control
Samantha's succulent sisters were pressing hĂ rd against his bare chest, her waist was moving so uncontrollably, despite the fact that he was holding it.
Each time she rolled her waist in a semi arc, his phĂ llus glided forth and back, making him realize that her waist was now controlling his own waist.
"Oh no! Help me oh Lord" he cried, but the alcohol in his system and the lĂşst spirit that was now working in harmony with Samantha was urging him on, reminding him where and where his hands could toĂĽch on Samantha's attractive body.
Samantha was pleased with how much she had done. She felt so happy that she was able to pay Darlington in his own coins.
Just like he made her believe he was ready to play her game, and took her to the airport, she had successfully made him drop his defense, until it was too late.
She fetched his hands from her back and made them grab her sacred melons, nudging him to squeeze.
Electric currents travelled all over his body as his hands landed on her breĂ sts. It was too much for him to handle!
But he recalled something and pulled his hands away suddenly, trying to retreat from her, but she kept covering the space between them, until Darlington fell on the bed.
Samantha jumped right on top of him, straddling him like a bĂ ddie. Her sacred melons were dangling over his mouth and her gateway to bliss was right on top his phĂ llus.
Darlington began to pant, praying to everything sacred he could recall, since he reckoned that his sins had made God forsake him.
Samantha was bent on making it happen because she was so sure that as long as Darlington did it that night, she was going to make him keep giving her what she wanted, when she wanted it.
He made to push her off him, but the struggle bĂ ckfired, their biological instruments were already aligned, so his cap engaged.
One more careless move, and he knew he was going to plunge right insĂŻde her.
"It is already so bad how far things have gone, but if I end up getting in, then everything is ruined forever" he thought with a panic, thinking of how best to redeem whatever was left.
But then, the unexpected happened!
...TBC