"You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "A very deadly fire."
I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... 
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Harboring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?

Sinful Desires: My Uncle Is Mine

I looked at the boner in my trouser, deciding if it was safe to get up, or just sit until the universe decided that it was time for it to go back to normal. 


I just got hard. No, scrap that. I just got hard because of June—again. By keeping her grounded, I just hope I have not set a trap for myself. 


I slowly stood up from the dining chair, leaving the used kitchenware on the table. For my sanity, I had to get a drink. 


June should not get to me this much. If I wasn't aiding her, I would have called it a phase, or a mental case—call it whatever you want—but my part in the whole scenario makes it even more confusing. 


I know that I have a thing for loose hair and red underwear, but... No buts: I just got hard from looking at June's ass. 


Chapter 12