All Chapters of Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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

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

JUNEKristen has been busy with work since we returned from a three-day trip to Dubai. It was on a weekend, so it didn't necessarily affect my studies. I only had to do most of my assignments over there. We have been dating for a month now, and things have been good. Too good that I was afraid something might happen to shatter the happiness of the last month. I found myself, looking behind me whenever we were out on a date, scared that someone might discover our secret. I once voiced it out to Kristen, but he waved it off as me acting paranoid. And since then, I've tried not to say anything concerning it. “Are you okay?” Mark touched my forehead, furrowing his brows as he did so. “Your temperature is high.”“I know,” I placed my head on the desk, trying to keep my eyes open. For three days now, I've been feeling sick. Most mornings, I have to drag myself out of the bed. And this morning, I vomited thrice just at the smell of an omelette. Kristen wasn't around, so I had no one to

KRISTEN "Kristen speaking," I murmured into the receiver and held it with my shoulder to my ear while my fingers busily typed orders into the computer on the table."Kristen ."I knitted my brows, my fingers pausing as I tried to filter the voice."Dija?"From the other end, a hum I recognized aroused from pity, filtered into my ears. "You are a strange man, Kristen ." She paused for a while, and I was left to ponder why she had called my office line instead of the usual personal number she was used to. And how the hell had she even gotten my office number anyway? "I didn't receive your call or text."I looked at the cup of coffee I met on my table that morning—courtesy of Edith. I had not even taken a sip from it, but I badly wanted to. I don't know why it feels like a good coffee makes the day better. "I was expecting your call," I said. "You walked out of here really mad the other day."She exhaled. Then her voice dropped considerably low. "Of course, I was mad. You made me mad.

JUNETo say I was nervous would be an understatement. Kristen didn't say anything last night. He just nodded slowly, turned and entered the kitchen, then returned with a towel which he silently wiped my face with.No words were exchanged between us during and after the meal. And when he retired to bed, he only spared me a 'good night.'This morning, before I woke up, he had already left for work. Though he made breakfast for me and even wrote me a sticky note, I still felt scared.The anxiety I feel whenever I check my school results isn't up to par with the one I feel at the moment. It feels like I am barely breathing.“So, how was it?” Mark asked the moment I joined him in the car. It took all my will not to dial the school and call in sick. Staying at home will only heighten my nervousness. At least I will be too occupied in school to think of his actions.My hands shook as I threw my bag into the back seat. It was a miracle how I had my bath without crashing to the bathroom floor.