"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

June ate with a familiar look of anxiety in her eyes, one I had seen before. 


It was the same look she had after her first time of the month. The universe had decided that it would happen on a day she was undoubtedly dressed in nothing but white. 


White shorts. White shirts. White shoes and headband. 


I'm still grateful because, for one, it didn't happen on the school premises or during the basketball game; and she didn't freak out (else I might have run mad). 


I clearly remember the first panicked yell that tore out of my guts before my mushy brain put two and two together... 


I was concerned and embarrassed; she was anxious. 


Nobody prepared me for that day. Edith was the one I ran to the following morning for help with pads and what to do if it came again. Amidst chuckles, she helped me even though she knew nothing about June at that time... 


There was this look of anxiety in June's eyes. She had probably thought that she was... dying... 


Chapter 55