2 - Only with You, Uncle

Darren couldn't get over Maureen taking advantage of him when he was completely exhausted.

He wanted to blame the motion sickness that took over his consciousness as soon as he reached the pillow.

Maureen sat on the edge of the bed hugging the folds of her legs, facing Darren who chose to lean against the opposite wall.

A few minutes passed in silence as the owner of tantalizingly curly eyelashes that fluttered shut faced the fierce scrutiny of her idol.

"Your period?" asks Darren, remembering how much his seed fills the space inside Maureen's hole.

If he had to take responsibility, Darren would consider it. The vast gulf between them was not only a personal matter, but it might also break up the closeness of two families.

He waited for the answer and stuffed both hands in his pants pockets. His shoulders rose, overwhelmed with all the possibilities of the future.

Though Maureen continued to be mesmerized by the open view of the beautifully displayed athletic figure. Faint silky hair carved beautifully along his chest until it disappeared behind the waistband of Darren's shorts.

Her mind is completely poisoned as she manages to feel every touch.

Darren even needed to throw one of the stationery off the table so hard that it hit Maureen in the temple.

"What the hell?" complained Maureen as she rubbed her temple then picked up the pencil lying at her feet, throwing it back at Darren to no avail.

Only their behavior would normally elicit laughter, but this time there was none. The atmosphere was too awkward.

Even Darren wasn't sure the contents of Maureen's head could be so normal after her spontaneous slam because the girl...sorry, Maureen was no longer a 'girl', started teasing him.

Darren quipped, "What the hell were you doing? Daydreaming dirty?" he folded his arms in front of his chest because Maureen still felt comfortable looking at him.

"You know."

In Darren's opinion, that grin didn't belong on Maureen's sweet face at all. The girl who often pretended to meet him under the pretext of learning how to draw took away the innocence in Darren's memory.

"When was your last period?" Darren repeated his question again.

As much as possible, the man did not see Maureen's sitting movements which continued to sway as if swinging her body. The position of the thigh that seemed to be close behind the calf was able to influence his mind.

Thinking about crotch? That's common among adult men.

"I just finished it yesterday," Maureen replied casually while observing the white ceiling of Darren's room which was very empty for her apart from the lights in each corner.

It was a relief for Darren. When it came to virginity, he felt he didn't have to worry too much.

In his era, people could be more open-minded about sexual taboos and freedom, although Darren himself chose to keep a safe distance.

"Please, don't do this again." Darren emphasized every word that came out of his thin lips firmly.

Darren's piercing gaze only further drowned Maureen in the sea of enchantment that increasingly enveloped her. Again, Maureen wants Darren, but in a conscious state.

Maureen's ten delicate fingers tap her kneecaps. She was trapped in an impossible dream. "Why can't I? You are great."

Maureen deliberately complimented, hoping the man before her would falter a little and stop resisting. But what did she get?

"Rin, not doing this anymore. Okay?" The boring advice became Darren's form of protest.

"Maureen's friends are like that," Maureen admitted without wanting to be blamed.

Maureen had overheard every story the teens told about their hugs, first kisses, and even recurring experiences.

At least Maureen already had a great story about Darren's touch on her core in great detail. The tingly feeling to the hot friction that shook her to the core.

Just imagining it makes the hair along Maureen's arms tingle. She wanted more of the painful torment that was twisting her wet slit.

"They're not you!" Darren snapped.

He noticed Maureen's fingers moving over the skin of her upper limbs not covered by her shorts.

If Darren didn't mind Maureen's habit in the past, there was no more tolerance after they did something forbidden. All of Maureen's movements were capable of messing with his mind.

"What do you like me like?"

Maureen challenged, beginning to like Darren's weak points around her. She stepped off the bed, moving very slowly towards the man who seemed to be avoiding her.

Darren was running out of space, cornered by the wall behind him.

Darren's tall proportions restricted movement and he was unable to leap over the void between Maureen's head and the ceiling that his fingertips could reach.

Darren chose to prepare his stance, bending his knees lower and tightening his fists.

Maureen was not a weak opponent. Although younger, she had beaten Darren several times in internal hermitage matches.

"You're not my type, Rin." Darren brushed off Mareen's touch several times.

True, the aggressive type was not Darren's taste. Most of the girls Darren had crushes on were the complete opposite of Maureen's looks and personality.

"Ish, Uncle! I'm so satisfied that I said I'm not your type." Maureen's legs lifted high. "I like your spirit, Uncle."

Darren almost ducked, dodging, expecting his head to be targeted.

He didn't. Maureen lets her ankle rest on Darren's shoulder.

Turning his head just a little, Darren could see the seam of Maureen's shorts that had been the target of his own tension.

One push and the owner of the long silver hair was on the floor of the room.

Worried, Darren reached out, intending to help Maureen up.

Too bad her shin was the target. Darren slumped over too.

When he turned around, her smaller body was on top of him, resting on the arm next to his face.

"No repeats, Rin," Darren warned, wary.

Maureen's sweet scent could freeze him in such close quarters. Especially when trying to get up. Maureen's synthetic cleavage that seemed to shake from the collar of the T-shirt seemed to greet him marvelously.

"Oh, yes?" Maureen cut the distance by flopping down on Darren's broad chest. "Om pressed me here."

Frustrated, Darren's heartbeat literally races. His 'self' was perfectly awakened.

"Get off!" Still trying to resist, Darren rolled Maureen to the left.

"No way." Maureen sat on the evidence of Darren's passion that could no longer be contained.

The covered density down there seemed to be able to block the depth that Maureen provided.

"I can be rough." Manly energy strengthens Darren in control.

Without thinking his opponent was in pain, Darren trapped Maureen's wrists, changing their positions until Maureen was under his control.

"Want to... get roughed up." Maureen's thin voice was getting more and more seductive, especially because of the friction of her hips down there.

Maureen grew bolder. She tried to close the distance by reaching closer to Darren's face.

Not with her hands, but with her lips that landed perfectly and silenced the noise between them.

"My first kiss," Maureen calls out, letting her eyes open to see Darren's fearful reaction.

The grip on Maureen's wrists loosened, but she didn't want to let go.

Watching Darren rush to catch his breath after coming to his senses in a gasping state, Maureen enjoys it even more even if it is only a matter of seconds.

Yes, seconds.

"Darren? Are you home?"

The sound of the call and the footsteps of approaching shoes instantly caused panic.