Chapter 42: Chapter 42

JUNE

The smile on my face as I leaned on the door was prominent. Though I got interrupted from my masturbation by my uncle, I got to see him too flushed to say a word to me.

He called me later to ask about the house and how I was keeping up. He sounded odd as he asked me to make sure the doors and windows were locked.

I know I'm not keen on security and things of that nature, but he hasn't called me for once to speak of it. It was surprising to hear him ask about that.

Well, Mark sent the message at exactly 5 O'clock when I was on my way downstairs to check if there was still ice cream in the house.

I re-read his message, trying to decipher what was wrong, so I wouldn't misunderstand. It wasn't until I gave him a call, and had him go through the easy—yet difficult—plan, that I finally understood what he wanted from me.

I ate my late lunch and had a nap which was cut short by annoying beeps from my phone. I actually set an alarm before I had a nap, that way, I would be awake on time to get ready for tonight.

I had my bath and waxed off all the hair on my legs and pussy to make sure I'm perfectly clean for tonight.

I don't know about you, but tonight is the night I lose my virginity. I'm going in with full force.

It took me close to an hour to get dressed. I had to make sure I was dressed for the occasion—to seduce. I wore a very exposing black short shorts, which I paired off with a crop top that showed my flat stomach and beautiful belly button.

I left my hair to cascade down my back in curly waves, just the way Kristin loves. My make-up was light, but evident, making me look so damn sexy, it caused me to squeal as I looked into the mirror.

I paired my looks with combat boots. My choice of clothes made me look like a Hollywood star when I twirled in front of the mirror.

My phone rang at the same time I picked up my bag. I answered the call, already aware of the caller.

“I'm ready,” I spoke to the receiver the moment the call connected with a beep. I didn't waste any time at all.

“Okay, I'm on my way. Remember the plans,” he said before he disconnected, leaving me to check my reflection in the mirror one more time.

It wasn't until I heard Kristin's car, and the opening of the front door, that I left the room. I carried my bag and strode out, making sure to sway my hip and keep a smile on my face.

I paused at the beginning of the stairs and went through the contents of my bag. My phone was in hand to give Mark a call—probably a call of good news should this work.

Tonight's operation is to make him jealous enough to stop me from leaving and fuck the hell out of me.

With a sexy smile—practised for close to an hour in the mirror — I strode down the stairs until I got to the bottom of it.

Sitting reclined on a couch is Kristin, looking tired as hell. His eyes were closed, so he didn't notice my approach until I stopped in front of him, widening my legs a bit in a pose I saw on YouTube.

“Kristin?” I called out to him, trying not to think of what made him so tired because it will only mean that I get to think of that bitch when I want nothing of that sort.

He peeked an eye open to look at me. His mouth curved up in a smile before it morphed into a frown when his eyes took me in from my head down to my toes.

“Doll?” He sat up on the couch and rubbed his eyes, giving me a once-over before he focused once more on my face. “What the hell is the meaning of this?!” he yelled and rose to his feet, towering over.

“I'm….” I gulped, trying not to look scared when all I wanted was to run and seek cover. “I'm going to a party,” I smiled at him in a perfectly practised act as if it were natural to do so.

“Going for a party?!” His shout reverberated on the walls of the sitting room, causing me to flinch as I took a step back from him.

“Yes, with Mark,” I maintained the look on my face. “Is there anything wrong with it?”

“Yes, there is! You are not leaving my house dressed like a......” He suddenly gulped and refused to complete his words.

“A slut?” I offered, folding my arms as a smile played on my lip. “You don't have to be shy to call me that, Kristin. After all, you like those sluts you bang, don't you?" My tone—which is annoying as hell—and the state of his fatigue probably made him lose his cool.

“Shut up!” He suddenly wrapped his hand around my neck, pressing a bit tight, but not enough to cut off the passage of air. “Shut the hell up, June! You are not like those sluts!”

A smile played at the side of my lips, “You love it rough, don't you, Kristin?” I managed to say, trying not to choke when he tightened his hold. His eyes flickered. He seemed to have realized that it was me.

Kristin took a step back, shocked as he stared at his hand like it was an alien part of his body, “I'm sorry, Doll! I didn't mean to do that!” He looked so guilty that it made me frown.

“It's alright,” I closed the distance between us and placed my right palm on his chest. “It's not like you haven't done so much worse to the women you tie to your bed.” My voice went down an octave, “You can do the same to me, Kristin. I will let you tie me to the bed and do anything you wish to—”

“Stop!” He yelled so loud and pushed me, sending me crashing to the floor in shock. “Stop it!” He knelt on the ground. “Just stop this foolery, June! You are my niece! My damn blood! I can't do whatever I wish with you! It's frowned upon by the society!”

“What if I'm not your niece? What if we are strangers? Will you sleep with me? Will… Will... you date me?” I slowly asked, trying to grasp the hope that he might like me, even if it's a fraction.

His actions most of the time pointed out that fact, but I'm still confused about it all!

“Why—”

“What if I offer to have sex with you? With no feelings attached? Will you do that with me?” I asked, hoping to get a positive affirmation.

He slowly raised his head to look at me, “No. You are too young... and you're not my type.”

“You… Your type?” I enunciated slowly, keeping the tears at bay as I watched the seemingly unaffected man in front of me.

For years, I've loved him—not as an uncle, of course, and silently nursed the feelings until they grew, only for them to get dashed to atomic pieces.

He gave me a once-over, starting from my head and ending just below the heels of my beautiful footwear, “Yes, you are not. Edith is more like my type. Get over me, June. You have a boyfriend now. You can't—”

“It's okay!” I yelled, shocking him and myself. My heart felt like it was being sliced in two as I rose from the ground on shaky feet, clutching my bag to myself like some sort of weapon.

I sniffed the tears away and furiously rubbed my eyes, “Well, I should have known it. You are nothing but a playboy who toys with women's emotions! I regret being your niece! You are not worth it." I turned and stormed towards the door, but he didn't call out to me.

I banged it so hard, it was a miracle it didn't fall off its hinges.

Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let it fall as I wiped my eyes and scanned the space around me until I sighted a red Camaro.

I took a deep, steady breath before I strode towards the car. With a shudder, I opened it and slid into the passenger's seat before I turned to face my best friend, “Please take me to a party. I need to drown my sorrows.”

Shocked, Mark gave me a once-over as a frown marred his face, “It didn't work?”

I forced a smile, “For the best.” I leaned on the seat and closed my eyes, trying not to think of my uncle.

I think it's time I forget about him. He doesn't love me as much as I thought he did. Pinning after him will only hurt me.

It's time to let go.

And I will start it by losing my virginity.

Something I've been saving for Kristin will be given to another man, and who the hell is the right candidate if not Mark?

I opened my eyes and turned to Mark, whose attention was on the road as he drove us to wherever he had in mind.

“Let's have sex,” I blurted out.