KRISTEN Why come to me when you know it will be difficult to say what you have on your mind?I can't believe these kids.I always used to tell June to feel free to tell me things right from when she was younger. It never helped my anxiety to hear "Errm, Uncle, please don't be mad" repeatedly, only to learn that it was something less concerning."I can hear you," I said, fighting the urge to shove my computer's USB down her throat and fetch out the information."It's about my mother..." She looked up; our eyes clashed for the briefest of seconds. On impulse, her eyes went back to her fingers."Oh yes, you told me some time ago that she wasn't feeling too well. How is she now?""Better," she said. Then with a small voice, added, "I think...""Please tell me she is okay.""She is okay," Eva chuckled. "She just needs more medications and... well, and I seem to be low on cash. I want to get an upfront... about two months."Is this what took her a century to request?"Tell Edith that I agre
JUNEAfter the call I had with Mark, who sounded so odd over the phone, I returned to what I was doing earlier. I thought he would be happy for me when I told him of my progress, but he sounded rather peculiar. I can't tell why, but I felt like he was not happy. His tone strongly suggested that, making me believe that he was in a bad mood. Perhaps, I caught him at the least unpleasant time. Humming under my breath, I went to the kitchen to get some snacks. I only saw three cookies in the jar, and the last of the orange juice Kristen bought a week ago. With my snacks in hand, I strode into the sitting room, munching on the cookies as I walked. I placed the juice on the table, took my phone out and sent a text to Kristen to remind him to go grocery shopping. Otherwise, we will have to live on sandwiches until he decides to do that. I went grocery shopping alone once, and I don't intend to do that any time soon. With the text sent, I switched on the TV to continue the series I was pr
JUNEMy heart hammered in my chest at those words, said seriously with weight on them. It felt as if my heart was about to lunge out of my chest. I slowly raised my head to look at him, noting how serious he looked. The set of lines on his face, and how he sat up straight, made me know that whatever he wished to say must be serious. “What is it?” I asked in a gentle tone, trying not to let my emotions show. He sighed, running his fingers through his hair once more as he nervously tapped his right foot on the floor. Just like me, he looked uneasy. I could tell from how his hands shook and the occasional large gulps he took.What could be this crucial that he has to look anxious? Could it be that he's trying to break up with me?But that can't be possible. For a breakup to happen, we must have been dating. And the last time I checked, we weren't dating. We only had a mad, crazy fuck last night and this morning before he went to work. We don't—“What are we?” he slowly asked, soundin
KRISTEN I don't know what this is, and I don't want it to end.The moment I saw her text, I felt this strange happiness flow into me. My mentally exhausting day instantly felt better.When I got to the house to find June sleeping while waiting for my return, I got this nostalgic feeling of June playing the role of a wife.It was a perfect picture, at least, for me.She was seated on the front porch in that picture-perfect imagination, her beautiful dark hair a curtain behind her back.I could see the setting sun reflecting on and bouncing out of her brown orbs. She got up, arms outstretched for my neck.The bags I was holding fell to the ground so I could grab her waist and kiss her...Just the imagination of it gave me chills. It sounded perfect, but the battles we would fight would literally drain her.June wasn't giving up. From what I've seen of her all these years, she doesn't place her fingers on something and look back—even literally.The fingers caressing my abdomen and chest
KRISTEN June's puppy eyes and eager tongue swiping over her lips reminded me of a certain incident where I had to bribe her with a lollipop before she agreed to go to school.The look of eagerness in her eyes still cracks me to this day. Well, the case was the same now, only that the lollipop had, at one point or the other, changed.And like that, I started laughing."What's funny?" she asked me with furrowed brows."I just remembered something. Come on."When she got up and noticed me leading her to the bed, she pouted. "So you are really not going to use your toys on me?""Be a good girl and I just might.""I am a good girl," she said and pressed against my body, pushing me to the bed and pushing her weight on me. "I am, and will always be, a good girl for you, uncle.""That's my doll." Our faces were so close now, so I took the privilege of tasting them. They were warm and very soft, mostly from the friction on my dick moments ago. I knew I wasn't tripping when I tasted a faint m
JUNEIt has been close to a month since I slept with my uncle. Things have gone smoothly, making me feel like it's the calm before the storm. Mark is the only one who knows about this. Though he's accommodating, I know not everyone will accept our relationship. It will be frowned upon by people. And my uncle will be at the receiving end of their wagging fingers and tongue because he's the adult. No one will believe that I was the one who seduced him. I will be the victim while he will be tagged as the culprit. Yet, here I am, thinking of what will happen tonight. I have gotten everything ready, and can't wait for his return. Whenever I ask him to use his toys on me, Kristen always seeks ways to go around, bribing me with a hard fuck that will leave me too drained to question him. I know he's afraid of hurting me. But I'm aware he's not content with just sex. I've seen how he fucks other women. He loves inflicting pain. It's almost like a part of him. That's why I'm eager to have h
JUNEThere was a long-pronounced silence. I tried not to squirm. My breath grew laboured. I could feel his eyes on me, which meant that he was staring at me. But the longer the silence, the more heavy my heart got. “Doll?” He asked, stepping closer to me. With the blindfold on, my senses were heightened. I was able to sense his presence without seeing him. “Doll? What are you doing?!” I gulped. "Being a bad girl, uncle,” I purred, hoping it would ease whatever was going through his mind. Kristen is a ticking time bomb, one you need to handle with care, or else he might go off at the slightest provocation. A wrong cut might cost you much. “A bad girl you are, indeed.”I felt the bed dip before he placed his hands on either side of my arse, kneading the flesh.“Fuck!” I cried out when his actions took the dildo deeper into my pussy. My arousal dripped down my legs, lubricating the dildo further. “Never thought I would come home to such a welcoming,” he chuckled. “You are indeed a
KRISTEN What a wonderful evening!The moment I stepped into the house, I had this strong hunch that something good was waiting for me. At first, I thought of food—maybe June had prepared another surprise—but when I stepped into my room and saw the picture-perfect ass and pussy in the air, I knew the universe had decided to give me something better than food.What else would be better than June's sumptuous pussy and tits?I clamped her right nipple at the same time my mind wandered to the beads in my dresser. Maybe I should bring them out... "Ah, fuck!" June moaned and clamped her thighs together. With my right hand, I smacked her pussy hard. "I said no cussing.""I'm sorry, uncle. Discipline me." She smiled seductively. The choker on her neck made her look more submissive and fuckable. Oh, the things I had planned for her. I just hope my brain helps me to stay in charge of the lust leaking precum out of my straining-hard cock. And I also hope she uses her safe word if it gets too m