Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine

JUNE

"Fuck me harder, Kristin."

The sound of moaning and the slapping sounds that followed woke me up from sleep.

I sat up on the bed and stretched my muscles.

"Yes, Kristin. That's it! Hit my damned pussy!" A woman cried out.

I hastily rose from the bed and hastened towards the door.

The thoughts of what was going on in the room opposite mine, made my heart feel like it was being sliced in two.

I knew I should return to my room, but the thoughts of seeing him naked far outweighed my need to run far away, to avoid further heartbreak.

"Fuck. You are so tight." Kristin growled in that deep voice of his that never ceases to send rippling shivers down my spine.

My legs shook, yet, I managed to reach his door.

I gently opened it, like I always did any night he brought a whore back.

His back was the first thing I saw. The rippling muscles bulged with each thrust he made.

His black hair is tied up, showing the tail of the dragon tattoo that ran through his back.

Lying in front of him is a woman.

Though I couldn't see her, her creamy legs which were tied to the chains connected to the ceiling were what I saw.

"Fuck me harder, Kristin!" She moaned.

He thrust in so hard that the bed shook.

All this I witnessed, from my spot on the door.

Against my better judgement, I slid my hands into my pussy.

I've gotten used to playing with them since the first night I witnessed him having wild sex with a woman.

It isn't healthy, I know. But I couldn't stop my hand from seeking my pussy as I imagined being in the same position as the woman under him.

I played with my clitoris, imagining him running his tongue up and down, to the mouth of my pussy.

A gasp escaped from my throat when I slipped two fingers into my wet pussy.

I was able to drown the voice of the woman, who was still panting under him.

I increased my pace as my imaginary uncle slid three hands into my wet, moist pussy.

He licked his lips before he peered up at me. His green eyes darkened with lust as his fingers kept on slowly fingering me.

"Do you want to feel my mouth on you, doll?" He asked with that playful smirk on his face.

I gasped when I felt myself on edge.

A moan escaped from my throat.

Almost immediately, the slapping sound stopped.

"June."

This time, the voice wasn't in my head.

I froze.

My eyes slowly glanced up, to meet with the pissed expression on Kristin's face.

Fuck!

Before he could say a word, I ran out of his room and banged the door behind me.

I ran to my room and locked the door before I leaned on the door.

My heart felt like it was about to lunge out of my throat.

This wasn't the first time I'd watched him, but this was the first time I'd gotten caught.

I counted to 100 before I heard footsteps approaching my door.

"June." He knocked on the door, but I didn't respond.

"I know you are leaning behind that door, June. Open the damned door!" He sounded pissed.

I swallowed.

This wasn't the first time he has gotten angry at me, but it was the first time he has used such a tone with me.

I shivered, afraid of the sight I might meet should I open the door.

He sighed.

"We will talk in the morning."

I didn't leave the door until I heard the sounds of footsteps.

I sighed.

What have I gotten myself into?

I facepalmed.

If only I hadn't gone to his room, I wouldn't have been caught.

Yet, I didn't regret it.

Against my better judgment, I placed a palm on my mouth before I slid my hand down my pyjamas and into my still-wet pussy.

I imagined my uncle slapping my pussy as he fingered me, telling me how much he wanted to fuck my virgin pussy.

A shiver racked through my body as I increased my pace.

"Doll," his voice rumbled on my stomach as he stared into my eyes with eyes dark from arousal.

He snaked his tongue out and licked my navel.

"Fuck!"

I moaned.

"Good girls don't cuss, Doll." He slapped my pussy so hard that I screamed.

"Uncle, please no. Don't do this," I cried out.

Despite the pain, I was still feeling aroused.

The feeling his hit on my pussy elicited in me, was unlike any I've ever felt.

I curled my toes and arched my back.

"You love that, don't you? You are one dirty slut, my Doll. You need your uncle to slap this pussy of yours, don't you?"

"Yes, uncle. Slap my pussy, fuck it so hard that I won't be able to walk for days. This doll is all yours, and nobody else's," I cried out.

"Then, I will do what you asked of me. I will fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk, for days."

The treat was clear on his face, but it still sent shivers down my spine.

My stomach clenched as I hurried to hasten my orgasm.

Just like every damned time, imagining my uncle doing wicked things to my body, sped up my orgasm.

"Cum for me, Doll." My conjured uncle whispered into my neck.

"Fuck, uncle!"

With a scream, I orgasmed so hard that it shook my entire body.

As I came down from the soul-shattering orgasm, I felt guilty.

The feeling I have for my uncle is frowned upon by society.

Yet, I can't help the feeling.

If loving my uncle can lead me down the path of damnation and denunciation, then, I won't hesitate to walk that line.

After all, he's to be blamed.

His face, and the gentle way he treated me, made me fall hard for a man I wasn't supposed to have erotic things about; my mother's brother.

He's a man whom I shouldn't have developed feelings for.

But I'm immune to those morals.

After all, the heart can't help who it loves...

KRISTIN

Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!

I hate myself right now.

What kind of a shitty uncle am I?

I ran my hand through my hair as I went back to my room. The print of my dick against the short I hurriedly jumped into when June bolted almost made me sigh. Sex has never felt so repelling as it did now.

In a bid to gather my thoughts, I paused outside my door with my forehead resting on the goddamn frame. With the way I pulled out of the woman-still on my bed, probably-and bolted out, I don't think she will still be in the mood. What's worse, I left her tied.

I palmed my face and sighed. June was supposed to be asleep. Hell, I was the one who woke her most of the time since she slept kind of deep.

Was I that loud?

My mind spiralled as I slowly pushed the door to my room open. I did not expect the sight that greeted me.

My whore-forgive me, I don't know her name-was spread on the bed, a side of her lower lip caught by her teeth, and her thighs spread like a fucking welcome sign.

"I was waiting for you," she purred, smiling like the slut that she is.

Without responding, I walked towards my dresser, searching for where I had deposited the key to the cuffs around her hands and feet.

She watched me the entire time with something I recognized to be confusion.

"What are you looking for?" Finally, the question I was waiting for! "Did you lose the lube?"

"Fucking Christ!" I turned to her with a snort. "Are you serious right now?!"

She must have gotten self-conscious because she recoiled on the bed, her thighs stylishly hiding the wet hole I had previously been banging into.

"Did I do something?"

"No, you didn't! I did," I snapped at her before going back to look for the key. "Where did I throw those goddamn keys?!"

"I think they are on the floor," she said quietly, probably scared I would explode anytime soon. I noticed her eyes lingering on me as I bent down at the foot of the bed to look under. When I raised my head and our gaze clashed, she looked the other way.

With a breath of relief, I sighted a shiny steel object close to the door.

I withdrew the key and my wallet. Getting her out of my house now seems like the most important thing I have to do in my life. It is either she leaves the house or I run mad from guilt.

I uncuffed her and placed some dollar bills-and a huge tip-on the side of the bed.

"Thank you for your time."

She wrapped the sheets around herself and stared me dead in the eye. "You are not serious, are you?"

"Trust me, I am. I left you a generous tip."

"No, I don't mean that. You are not going to send me out by this time, are you?" Worry flashed across her eyes.

I rushed to the top of the dresser and checked my phone.

"What!" I yelled before my brain could process that it was some minutes past midnight. "H-How?! How did we stay this long?!"

"You said you wanted-"

"I know what I said!" I cut her off with a grimace. To think that I had promised not to let her go until she couldn't walk is something that should call for laughter, but... nothing is really funny now that my entire mind is in chaos. "God, what do I do?"

"I'm sorry. I'll leave first thing in the morning," she said apologetically. I turned to her with drooped shoulders. Her hazel eyes which were the first thing that attracted me momentarily scooted over my crotch. Of course, I left her unsatisfied.

"The bathroom is over there." I pointed in one direction. "And if you need something to eat, the kitchen is at the end of this hallway." I don't even know if she will get my description, but who cares?

I turned around to leave when her voice pulled me back.

"Who is she?"

"Who?" I asked, turning back to her.

"The girl. Isn't she the reason you are this way?"

I smiled to ease her. "She is my niece. Thanks for your concern."

I whirled around and slammed the door behind me. She can have my room for the night.

The kitchen was my next stop.

After downing a glass of water and still feeling like shit, I poured myself a glass of whiskey.

As the drink flowed down my throat in a burning straight line, I plopped on one of the sofas in the sitting room and reminisced.

Thinking about the incident that pushed June into my care brought more pain than I imagined... She is the only child of my sister before an accident claimed the poor woman's life, and I was unanimously entrusted to take care of June.

And right now, I feel like the fucking devil! This is not the type of training a good uncle should give to his niece.

I chugged on my drink and refilled my glass.

The whiskey helped.

By the time my mind was done wandering the length and breadth of the universe, a deep sleep washed over me. I did not bother going to the guest room like I initially planned. The sofa was comfy enough...

I must have gotten up about three times to pee-definitely as a result of the whiskey-and each time I finished, it took almost thirty minutes to go back to bed. The third round of pee came at about five-thirty. After that, sleep completely evaded me.

I quietly started for my room. As I rounded the corridor, I bumped into someone.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," my company for the night apologized and straightened her dress. Her purse was clutched to her chest while she kept pulling the edges of her gown like there was something beneath I was yet to see.

"It's okay. So... You're leaving." It was a statement but she responded anyway.

"Yes. Told you I'd be out of your hair first thing in the morning." She smiled a little. "Thanks for the tip."

"Oh, you're welcome." I waited for something else to come up, probably a conversation, or a question she had wanted to ask since my behaviour last night, but nothing came. I moved to the side for her to pass. "Bye. Have a nice day."

"Yeah, I will." To my surprise, she stopped by my side and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. "You're a good man." And just like that, she was gone.

I don't know if she added that last part to make me feel good, and I don't want to know. Right now, I need to find a way to face June when she gets up-if she isn't up already. A sight like that is enough to keep a freshman who is schooling in a college not too far from home up all night. What is worse is that that freshman is my niece.

How is she going to take the sight of a lady, mercilessly tied and continuously hammered into by her uncle?

To keep myself busy and my brain from exploding, I started preparing breakfast. Nothing much, just pancakes, crisp on both sides-just as June loves them.

By the time I was done, the sun was already peeking out from behind the clouds.

I served the pancakes and added a bottle of orange juice, both of which I arranged on a tray to take to June.

I felt empty as I knocked on her door. "June?"

"Come on in," she called from within.

I slowly turned the knob. "Good morning, sunshine."

A smile I wasn't expecting radiated from her face, almost lighting up the room. She was seated at her dresser, tying her hair in a ponytail and probably checking her smooth skin-a gene she took from my sister.

"Good morning, Uncle Kristin. How was your night?"

"Beautiful." The way she seemed so carefree and normal made me question myself. I laid the tray on her bed. "How was yours?"

"Lovely!"

June grew fast. I can't believe the little girl entrusted in my care as a child is this beautifully endowed lady sitting in front of me. With her raven-black hair and brown eyes, she looks like a carbon copy of her mother.

"June?"

"Hmm?"

"I want you to listen to me." She stopped what she was doing and locked gazes with me from the mirror she was staring at. "Yesterday, I-"

"You don't need to do this," she cut me off. A slow exhale escaped her lips. "I know it's not been easy taking care of me since what happened happened, and-"

"No, no, June! Don't say that."

"And I know that you also have your life to live aside from taking care of me," she continued stubbornly. "I can't stop you from sating your desires, or choosing the types of women you fuck, because-"

A gasp escaped the both of us at the same time. Her hands flew to her mouth as she realized what she'd just said.

Thank goodness I had safely disposed of the tray, else it would have crashed to the floor.

From the mirror, I saw her lips move fast in a whisper, a question that was meant for herself. The words my stunned ears could pick out sounded like, "WAIT, HE DIDN'T SEE ME?"

JUNE

"June-"

My phone chose that moment to ring.

I hastily got up from the chair I was sitting on and hurried over to my bed.

I answered the call the moment I saw the caller's ID.

"Mark?"

"Are you ready? I'm waiting outside for you. Don't forget, you promised to help me with my assignment." He said the moment I answered the call.

"Shit....."

I gulped when I noticed the dark stare from my uncle when I used the cuss word.

"I will be down in a few!" I disconnected the call. "That's Mark. He's waiting for me downstairs." I carried my backpack and stuffed my phone into it.

"June, I'm not through -"

"Love you, uncle." I took the juice from the tray he brought in and pecked him on his right cheek before I hurried out of my room, stuffing the juice in with my phone.

It wasn't until I took three steps that I realized something.

My uncle is still in my room.

However, that's the least of my problems. I'm worried he might snoop around.

And that, right there, is the issue.

I don't need him to see the toys I have in my drawer.

I hurried back to my room. "Uncle, what are you still doing in here?" I pursed my lips, with my brows raised.

He was still standing in the same spot he stood when I left.

However, there is a likelihood that he might start poking around the moment I step out of the house.

"What's wrong? Did you forget anything?" He turned to face me.

"Yeah. I forgot you, uncle," I rolled my eyes at him. "Can you please leave my room? I need to lock it."

"Lock it?" He looked confused. "Why do you wish to lock your room when you have never done that before?"

"I'm a grown-up now, Uncle. I require my privacy more than anything else. So...." I trailed off.

"Hmm."

He turned to leave.

"The pancakes you made?" I raised a brow at the tray he was leaving behind.

"Oh," he carried the tray, and made to leave, but I took a pancake from it, and winked at him.

"Thanks for this." I took a bite, "delicious as always." I licked my bottom lip before I glanced up at him.

I could have sworn that he was looking at my lip. But that's my imagination.

There is no way he could be staring at my lips, not this uncle of mine, I tell you.

"You can take more. It's not like I can finish it all." He motioned to the tray in his hand.

"Thanks, but I will skip." I placed the half-eaten pancake back on the tray. "Mark will buy breakfast for me in exchange for my help."

Kristin looked like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he only shook his head.

"See you when you return, Kiddo." He turned and left.

With Kristin gone, I locked the door and pocketed the keys.

"See you tonight!"

I yelled at him before I hurried out of the house.

Mark came with his car, which is a red Corvette Z06.

His father gifted it to him as a birthday present three weeks ago.

"Guy, you sure rock!" I hastened over and got in his car.

"Good morning to you, too." He sarcastically replied.

Unlike him, he's putting on blue jeans and a black hoodie.

His brown hair, which he cut two weeks ago, seems to have added length. It seems like he ran a hand through it countless times, or he might have been too lazy to comb them.

"Why are you putting on a hoodie? Trying to start the semester with a bang?" I scrunched my nose.

He grinned, "guess what, June."

"What's it?" I tried not to sound excited. "You know, I'm not good with guessing."

"Why don't you guess? If you didn't get it after the second attempt, I will tell you." He tapped a finger on his steering.

"Your father got another car for you?" I tilted my head to the side. "Isn't that a bit too much?"

He rolled his eyes. "He didn't get another car for me. Though he will buy another one, soon. But not now."

"What else is there to guess? Did he get a new girlfriend? Your cat gave birth to a litter? Your dog fought with your cat, again?" I facepalmed.

He chuckled, "you have such an interesting imagination, Junny. But that's not it." He raised the hem of the hoodie. "I got a tattoo!"

"What?!"

I glanced down at his once smooth abdomen. Now, it has a Raven tattoo on it, with tiny engravings around it.

"Isn't it beautiful?" He smugly asked, looking like one who has won a lottery or something close to it.

"Beautiful? Why did you get a tattoo, Mark?" I narrowed a glare at him.

He shrugged, "I've always wished to tattoo my skin, June." He perked up, "you love tattoos, don't you? So, what do you think of mine?"

I sighed.

The truth is this, I don't like tattoos. Well, aside from the one on the body of a particular man.

But there is no way to tell him that.

Mark has been my friend since we were in our nappy age. His father was my uncle's professor back when he attended college.

And they ended up in one neighbourhood. That was why I became friends with his last son. And we have been friends for 19 years.

He knows most things about me.

Well, aside from the unholy feelings I have for my uncle, whom I'm not supposed to have feelings for.

"So, what do you think?" He asked, looking expectant.

"Beautiful." I forced a smile, "It's beautiful. Where did you get it tattooed?"

I asked because I know he will wish for me to ask him that.

"Next to the mall. I happened to come across his ad on an app, so I decided to check him out. Junny, that guy is remarkable!"

"Hmm." I raised a brow. "Does your father know about this?"

"No. I can't risk it." He shivered, "this time, it won't be as simple as grounding me. He might cut off my allowance."

"Yet, you still got a tattoo."

He shrugged, "I did it for a reason. You can't fault me for that, Junny."

"How do you intend to keep it from your family? Wear a hoodie or shirt all your life?" I pursed my lips.

"I will think of it when the time comes. But for now, I'm just happy I got the tattoo." He winked at me. "Haven't you always been a sucker for Ravens?"

And this is yet another misunderstanding.

I don't like Ravens, my uncle does. I only claimed to love it when Mark walked in on me drawing one.

To get out of it, I told him I love Ravens, and that stuck.

Most times, he calls me Raven girl, to tease me.

I've never told him off. I just let him assume whatever.

"June?"

I was startled by the call.

Most times, getting lost in my head makes me forget about the world around me.

"What's wrong?"

"You zoomed out on me for a moment." He let go of his hold on the hem of his hoodie. "Your uncle hasn't left?" He motioned with his head, towards our house.

I turned at his words.

Sure as hell, my uncle stood in front of the door with his arms folded, and a glare narrowed at the car.