Chapter 22: Chapter 22

KRISTIN

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!

Hell, I was still erect.

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!

Argh!!!!!!!

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

Hell, was I supposed to even cum, not to talk of cumming down her throat?

"Fuck!" I stared at my dick which had refused to go down. Blowjobs had never been satisfying for me. Even now, all I can feel is the intense desire to drive my dick into something.

I placed both hands on my head as I stared at June. I didn't just enjoy that, did I? Am I a monster for wanting to fuck her throat again?

Tucking my hard dick into my trousers wasn't easy. Even when I managed to do it, there was a noticeable print on my crotch.

What will happen when she gets up and realized what we had done?

I paced the sitting room. June was now sleeping peacefully, her lips slightly parted. I remembered how I had grabbed her hair and forced it to my dick, aiming straight for her throat.

"Fuck." My crotch got uncomfortably tight. My mind was a mess, I ran to the bathroom and turned on the shower to cool my nerves. But even the cold of the droplets did nothing to bring down the heat that had started in my crotch. After getting erect and flaccid almost three times, I ended up palming myself, stroking myself.

Knowing my libido, I realized that touching myself would do nothing to assuage me. I needed to stick my cock into something warm and wet, something that would pulse, tighten around me, moan, scream; something that could satisfy me like June.

Wait, did I just think of June in that manner?

I glanced around the bathroom. My environment seemed to be contributing to my insanity, so I quickly jumped out and tied a towel around myself. On getting to the sitting room, June was fast asleep. Contemplating if I should move her to the room, I stood at the doorway, appreciating the flush on her cheeks and the way her lashes cast a beautiful shadow on her face.

After some minutes of staring, I quietly lifted her and carried her to her room. After making sure that she wasn't too hot or cold, I quietly left.

My body wasn't settled, not at all. I knew what I had to do. Deciding to use June's drunkenness to my advantage, I grabbed my keys and drove out.

The compass in my brain led me straight to my usual place of relaxation.

I avoided all forms of greetings at the entrance and requested a girl. I went into a room and waited, my mind reaching out to June. I wondered if she had gotten up or if she needed attention. Though I know it's unlikely that she would be up so soon, I just want to make sure that she is fine.

A lady walked in moments later, fully naked. Her pointy nipples were covered with her hands. As she walked to the bed, I began to ask myself why I had come to the hotel in the first place.

Sex suddenly lost its appeal.

As she approached the bed, I unknowingly took a step back. When she got closer and smiled, I realized that my mind wasn't on what she was doing.

As she went on her knees and took my flaccid dick into her mouth, I frowned.

Why wasn't I getting aroused? Worry seeped into me again. Had June gotten up?

The lady on her knees tapped my dick against her face, intent on making me hard, but my body didn't budge.

June had surprised me with the way she sucked me off. Her skills were surprisingly lovely, and her mouth felt warmer than I expected...

A satisfied purr made me look down. The lady between my thighs held my erect cock in her grip, licking on my tip and taking me into the warmth of her mouth. Did I just get hard from thoughts of June?!

Why wasn't I able to get hard before thinking of June?

Was I too worried about June to do anything else?

In shock, I realized that I was getting flaccid again. Worry, concern, anger, and frustration made me push the lady away from me. I paid her, jumped into my clothes, and ran out of the room.

I drove back to the house in a frenzy.

June was still sleeping peacefully when I checked on her.

With a relieved sigh, I plopped on the couch in the sitting room, the frustration from my deprived erection messing with my senses. I caressed my crotch, feeling the mass of flesh within.

With my mind in chaos, I dozed off on the couch.

I don't know how long I slept, but I woke up to see sunlight streaming in from the windows.

The events of the previous day came rushing back to me. I ran in the direction of June's room.

"June?"

She was laying on the bed, her forehead creased with sweat droplets.

"June?!" I ran to her. "Are you okay?"

The bathroom door caught my attention. It was opened a crack. Did she throw up? It seemed so likely since she was cradling her stomach and moaning softly.

"June? Are you okay?"

She opened her eyes. They looked fatigued. I guess she will never sip another drop of alcohol.

"Kristin..." She opened her eyes and stared blankly at me. "Good morning," she smiled softly. "Good morning, uncle."

"Good morning. How do you feel?"

"I didn't know I drank so much. I hope I didn't cause trouble?"

She sounded so natural. Was she so drunk last night that she didn't remember going on her knees between my thighs and slurping on my cock?

It seemed more than likely. She didn't remember...