"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

For a moment, I lost the ability to speak. My eyes were misty, evidence of a good blowjob. 


My heartbeat surprisingly refused to go down. When I looked at June, it registered in my mind that she passed out. 


I jerked to my feet, my erect dick standing like a warrior on guard, and raced to the kitchen. I had just received a blowjob from June—and enjoyed it! 


I returned with a towel and bowl of water. After wetting the towel, I placed it on her burning forehead before racing back to get a glass of water, just in case she got up and was thirsty. 


I had just dropped the water on the centre table when I remembered that I needed a bucket close by if she decided to let go of the alcohol—and cum—in her stomach. 


My cock quirked at the thought. June had my cum in her guts! 


I almost tore out my hair strand by strand. What the hell?! Did I just take advantage of my drunk niece? 


Chapter 22