"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

“Yes, I did,” he swallowed. “You weren't supposed to see it, doll. I'm sorry. I let you down.” His shoulders dropped, “I should have listened to you when you told me about your fears.” 


“It's alright,” I took his right hand in mine and laced our fingers. “Funny how I'm the one comforting you when you should be the one.” I tried to joke, to lighten the atmosphere, but it didn't give the desired effect. 


“I know,” he muttered. “I apologize for that, June. I was just… I thought…" 


“It's okay,” I forced a smile, knowing that we both can't be sad at the same time. “See you tomorrow, Mark,” I waved at my best friend before I led Kristin towards the house. 


“Call me if you need me!” Mark hollered, and I waved to tell him that I heard his words. 


I led Kristin into the house and towards the nearest couch in the parlour. I helped him sit before I went over to the kitchen and got a glass of juice for him. 


Chapter 89