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 rushed the words 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 want 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 lips. 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.”Kristen 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 Kristen 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 was 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 use a comb.“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 don'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 almost sighed.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 had won a lottery. “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 repeated, looking expectant.“Beautiful.” I forced a smile, “It's beautiful. Where did you get it tattooed?”I asked because I knew he would 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 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.KRISTENAfter June's surprising request for me to leave her room so she could lock it, I lingered at the sitting room's window, closely watching her as she talked with Mark.I don't know where the conversation tilted to that made Mark lift the hem of his shirt, but it did not sit well with me.I slowly opened the front door, monitoring the way June sighed as she stared at his abdomen. Was he showing my niece his dick?!Anger poured into every inch of my body as I stood on the front porch, a visible scowl on my handsome features.Talking about handsome, I have always been termed sexy, good-looking, and even beautiful! With natural red hair which I regularly dye black, and noticeable green eyes set below long lashes, I easily grab attention—especially of the opposite sex. I have been told to let the natural colour of my hair be, but red is not a colour I love.Mark's car had still not moved an inch.Each second made me grow agitated. What does he want with June anyway? His father was my
KRISTENWhen I invited Brenda, I did not expect her to come with someone else, and not with the lady I fucked in an alley some days ago. It's funny how I remember their faces despite the way I patronize a different one each day. Brenda leaned forward on her toes and kissed my cheek. "Hey, handsome.""Hey." I ushered them in. "I didn't know you'd be coming with the company.""Oh, pay no heed to Alicia. She only begged to tag along because... well, she couldn't resist the sight of you. I talked about you after our session the other time.""Hey, beautiful," I said to the other lady. "Alicia, right?" She pushed her petite hand for a handshake. I kissed her knuckles like a gentleman. Gentle will not be remembered when I fuck her, or when my dick is down her throat."I remember you. Nice to meet you, Mr Hardcore."I chuckled. The name—and a little spice in her voice—went straight to my groin, tenting my trousers. Brenda's eyes went there."I can see you have been waiting," she said, lowerin
JUNEWho would have thought that forgetting a textbook would lead to me walking in on a scene that left me bothered?My uncle stood in front of me, a delicious sight, and he expected me to remain calm.Hell no.My heart pounded so loud, and all my blood rushed straight to my ears as my eyes racked through his body, starting from his neck, down his nipples which looked like they were eager for my mouth, to his shaft which was straining on my purple towel.Double fuck!I slowly licked my bottom lips. My pussy throbbed from both an orgasm I didn't get to reach because I was caught by my uncle. And the sight of him, partially naked, and looking delicious, made me crave him more.“June, what are you—”“I can make you feel good as those whores, uncle.” I slowly got on my feet—on shaky thighs—as I closed the distance between us.He looked like he was in a trance, with the way his eyes dilated; his breathing came out in gasps. He hasn't lost his erection yet, and I saw it as a good thing.Hmm.
KRISTENWhat the actual fuck...I stood at the door, my legs refusing to move forward or go back.I had left the room when it seemed my hard-on was going to tear through the towel—her towel. Coupled with the not-so-subtle moans from her mouth when I tried disciplining her, her towel around my waist also made me unnecessarily hard.There was only one explanation: I had been interrupted, unable to cum, two times in the same week!Now, it seemed my dick was finding it hard to differentiate between family and strangers.When I left her room, I had to pay and send off Brenda and her partner, pleading that something had come up. Thankfully, they didn't ask many questions.That was when I heard the sounds from June's room.My heartbeat increased as I approached her door. God help me, how can I be hard with the thoughts of going to meet a girl I trained from childhood? I saw her grow, watched her laugh and cry, and felt her joy and pain. Even now, I am like a father and mother to her.Her feat
JUNE I can't tell how it happened. He was supposed to be entranced by my beauty. I was supposed to be successful in my plans, but I was unlucky. He slapped my hand off his fly and narrowed a glare at me. “You need to snap out of this, June.” He swallowed, “You are not using your head. I bet you are still in the throes of pleasure. Get dressed and go back to school. When you return, we will talk!” “Uncle?” I gulped, trying to get his attention. “None of us are in the right frame of mind, June.” He strolled to the door and placed his hand on the doorknob. “You are still grounded. Return home after classes, and don't spend time with that brown-haired boy.” He banged the door behind him as he left. “Fuck!” I plopped down on the bed, pissed by what just happened. God, where did it all go wrong? I tugged on my hair, feeling like I'd lost some kind of battle. I was supposed to seduce my uncle, but I ended up getting scolded by him. “June, return to school!” His voice reverberated in th
KRISTENFor the umpteenth time since the week began, I gritted my teeth."June, can you stop throwing words into my mouth?!" I practically yelled within the interior of my car. It is not in my habit to yell, I don't do it, but these past few days have been hectic."I'm not throwing anything into your mouth, and not words. You said I shouldn't masturbate to thoughts of my uncle. And I asked if it would be okay to do it to the thoughts of other guys... Maybe Mark."She is intentionally trying to rile me up. And guess what, it's working!I exhaled."That's disgusting.""No, it's not. Mark is a guy, remember?""He is your friend!""Yeah, that's why I used his name as an example. I didn't say I masturbate to thoughts of him. What were you thinking, uncle?"June!!! I feel like slamming my fists against the wheel after hitting my forehead on the windshield. With the way it is going, I might run mad before the start of another week. "June, be a good girl and go through your punishment without
KRISTENDija was taking her time to speak and it was getting me nervous."The model we agreed on the other time, is she still available?""Oh, yes. She is in the other room as we speak," I said with the best this-is-a-meeting voice I could muster."Hmm." Dija nodded and kept her gaze on a portion of the room for almost fifteen seconds. Yes, I was too nervous, so I counted the tick of the clock. "What if I say that I want you to also be in charge of the entire thing? Providing a model, taking the pictures and videos, editing, and final touches? Will you be able to do that, Kristen?"The hell?!!!Excitement poured into my bloodstream with a speed that made my arms twitch. During our first agreement, she had only indicated an interest in hiring a model for the work. As a boss who recognizes loyalty and diligence, I had first suggested Edith for the job, but Dija said her skin tone wasn't suitable. To cut a long story short, Dija selected one of my models herself.Not only was Dija now off
KRISTEN Okay... That was intense. It's not every time you get to fuck a juicy pussy, wet and aroused. Let's not talk about the millions that the pussy was going to bring me. Well, the deal is sealed and that's all that matters. Hands supporting my head, I leaned into my chair and watched Dija arrange her dishevelled dress. There was a certain thrill that comes with seeing a woman weak and trembling after a hard-pounding session... "Thanks for the drink," she said softly and flipped back her hair. Her journey to her bag was unsteady, "I could sleep for a week." "You should," I joked. "So what do you think? I did well?" "Greater than my expectation." She had a look of awe circling her eyes. "Good heavens, I don't think I can walk straight." "Sit for a while," I offered, gesturing to the chair she had vacated. "Rest those thighs before you leave." She was shaking her head in the negative before the offer fully rolled out of my lips. "I have a meeting to attend by one. And I'd s