Chapter 12: Chapter 12

KRISTIN

Am I possessed?

Do people get hard without knowing?

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 blinked at the plate before me.

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.

It was almost six.

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.

She grew fast.

The top she wore left little to the imagination. In all my years of savouring the popsicle of women, never have I seen the perfect blend of smooth skin and sexiness that makes me hard from just a glance.

Yes, I always feel the rush whenever a sexy lady walked by, but it is never... never—what's the word?—out of control.

With June, I feel like a teenager. Those were the years when I used to feel warm and open my heart to love. I was in high school at that time, weaving through the mentally-exhausting cycle of assignments and early rising (and a savage father) when a new girl came into town.

It was only natural that she was around me most of the time since I was asked to help her settle in. That was all we did at that time: I helped her.

My help transcended to house visits. According to her excuse, "I need some help with my assignments after school. Can I come over?"

Who was I to refuse?! Mary was not only smart, but she was also beautiful and radiated positive energy. People said that she wasn't up to any good, but I didn't listen. I was too far in her charms.

I remember the first time we made love. Mary wasn't my first, but she was the first person that I felt a connection with during—and after—sex.

A relationship I didn't envisage grew from my obsession with her. It was intoxicating.

The school soon knew that we were together. Cut the long story short, one day after soccer practice, saw Mary in a class that was supposed to be locked, and that housed my forgotten bag, slurping on a guy's dick while taking another one into her pussy.

She was in so much ecstasy that it took some seconds for her to realize that I had walked in. What was even more painful was the satisfied smirk of the two guys with her. It was a silent way to tell me that it wasn't the first time they were 'taking care' of her.

The shock of that evening came when Mary did not pull away from them or try placating me. She was spread on a table in the middle of the classroom, her boobs and pussy in full display, sucking on a cock by the side of her head, and releasing muffled moans as another cock drove into her, rough fingers taking turns to play with her boobs from all sides.

I watched the live porno action with my jaw on the floor.

When I recovered, I grabbed my bag and fled before I made a mess of myself in front of them. The tears I didn't know I was holding poured out as soon as I stepped out of the classroom.

She came to me days later to apologize and tell me that she never loved me from the start and that it was just a ploy to continue enjoying the sexual satisfaction I brought.

Oh, back up a bit... She told me on numerous occasions how much she loved me. I believed her. Hell, I even said it back.

A sentence from Mary gave me a perspective on life: "...We don't love. We just do what we do to get fucked good..."

So I threw the idea of love into a dark part of my heart and focused on fucking girls—women now—good.

The more I thought about June, the more I thought if it won't be a good idea to teach her a lesson, maybe something very rough and traumatizing that would keep her thoughts off me.

"Fuck..." I looked at my trouser to see that it had formed a tent again. "Fuck this."I abandoned my thirst for alcohol, and grabbed my car keys in preparation for looking for a nice spot and lady to calm my nerves. June would not even know that I went out of the house.

A knock on the door paused my search for a jacket.

I answered the door.

"Good evening, boss." Edith stood on the front porch, smiling, her blue eyes twinkling from the reflection of the light from the ceiling.

"Hey, Edith." She was still dressed in the clothes I saw on her in the afternoon. I have always known that she knew where I lived, but I didn't think that she would ever visit. "Please, come in."

It was late, and this was the first time she would come to my house. I made sure she was well seated before asking what she would take.

As I expected, she was in a hurry. "I'm fine, boss—"

"Call me Kristin," I cut her off softly. "I've told you on many occasions to call my Kristin. I am not comfortable with my workers calling me a name that makes me seem distant."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Make yourself comfortable," I sat opposite her.

"You have a very nice place here," she commented, her eyes scanning the sitting room space. She tucked her blonde hair behind her ears.

"Thank you."

"Erm... You said you have a niece. She lives here?"

"Oh yes, she does!" I replied a little too enthusiastically. Even without her requesting it, I called for June. "June! Please come, I want you to meet someone!"

Seconds later, I was contemplating on going to call her when she made an entrance. She looked fresh from the shower. Her dark hair fell behind her, some stands clinging to her forehead, and a robe was tied around her body.

"June, I want you to meet Edith. She works in my company and is one of the people that ensures that everything goes according to plan. Edith, meet my niece, June."

I wasn't surprised when Edith extended a handshake and smiled when June took it. Edith is such a sweet soul.

"Nice to meet you, June. I've heard a lot about you from your uncle."

"Really?" June's tone had me wishing I didn't call her down in the first place. "What did he tell you?"

"Oh, beautiful things, dear! Trust me, he speaks highly of you." Edith's smile did not falter. Maybe she wasn't noticing the look on June's face.

"I'm happy to hear that." June threw me a look. I don't know if it showed jealousy or anger, but some traces of both showed in the way her brows knitted. "I need to get dressed now."

Edith happily chirped about how nice it was that they finally met, but June was already halfway to her room.

"She is a lovely girl," Edith smiled as she went out of view. "You trained her well, boss."

"Kristin," I corrected, my mouth turning bitter when I realized that I was being praised for June's upbringing.

"Kristin..." She whispered, taking after my correction. I barely heard her. "I... I just wanted to drop off some documents. Dija also sent me some of her make-up samples for our model to choose from. Sorry, I came this late."

I collected the file she presented and eyed her when she started bringing out some flat containers. "I hope you don't intend to show the makeup to me."

"I..." She looked at the foam in her right hand and the brown powder-like substance in a container on her left. "I wanted to show you."

"Do you think I know anything about that stuff?" I chuckled. "Just check them out with the model. I believe in your judgement."

She got up, smiling, and put all the items she displayed back into her bag. "I guess I will take my leave then. I will talk about the documents tomorrow."

"Alright." I dropped the file on the centre table. "Do you need me to drop you off? It's kind of late."

She looked out of the window, sighing at how dark it was getting outside. "Oh, never mind... Kristin. My place isn't far."

I know that already. As one of my most effective workers, I know where she resides.

"Do get home safe. I will be in the office tomorrow."

She looked like she was about to say something. She looked out of the window again and cleared her throat. I looked at her, brows raised.

"Is there anything else?"

"Ah, no. That will be all. Goodnight, Kristin."

"Goodnight." I saw her at the door. She turned back with a smile as the door closed behind her. I looked at the files on the table. Dija had promised to send a comprehensive list of everything she needs to ensure perfection. It was just as I expected when I opened the file and went through the papers.

"Who is she?"

I looked up in surprise to see June leaning on a door, her eyes searching me.

"I introduced the both of you to each—"

"You know what I'm talking about, uncle. Are you sure she is just a worker?"

I scoffed. "Really?! What do you take me for? Do I look like somebody who would fuck anything and anyone just because they have a pussy?!!"

She shrugged nonchalantly, not even fazed by my anger. "I don't know. You tell me."

"June, listen to me!" I exploded, rising to stand close to her and waving my finger in her face. "I will not have any more of this nonsense. I'm your uncle, do you hear me?!"

She tried to touch my chest, but I slapped her off midway. "And don't you ever, like, ever touch me inappropriately again... ever again!!!"

She looked at me, shocked to her bones. "All this explosion because of that worker of yours?"

I swear, this girl will drive me mad.

I looked at her, at a loss for what to say. She turned around and started for her room.

"June, get back here!" I went after her...