Chapter 56: Chapter 56

JUNE

Is this really happening?

I stared at him as he said those words, dazed not only by the kiss but by the words I never expected to hear from him. Not in a million years.

He placed both hands on my cheeks and brought my face closer, placing his forehead on mine as he stared into my eyes, a smile tugging the sides of his face.

I expected him to kiss me since that was what his words implied, but instead of doing that, he pecked me on my forehead.

“You look just like her,” he whispered so low I had to strain my hearing.

“Like who?” I pursed my lips. “My mum?” I asked, knowing she was the one he was likely thinking of.

Shocked, he gave me a look, shook his head and leaned down to capture my lips with his, sealing my question.

Letting the matter drop at that moment, I wrapped my hands around his neck, and brought his face closer, kissing him with a vigour that surprised me.

His tongue snaked into my mouth, seeking dominance, which I gave up easily, not in the mood to play.

Kristin is kissing me!

What else do I want?

“Thoughts on me, doll,” he whispered before he kissed me. This time, he laid me down on the bed, still kissing me like his life depended on it.

Who would have thought that my fantasy of years would one day be possible? Here I am kissing my uncle, and loving every moment of it.

I know a place is already prepared in hell for me. But I don't care. All good girls go to heaven. However, the bad girls go to heaven every night. And right now, this is my heaven.

His hand snaked up to cup my breasts, only for him to freeze. He sat up in bed and turned his back to me, chest heaving.

For a moment, I stared at his back, wondering why he stopped when we were just getting into it.

“What's wrong?” I sat up on the bed, kneeling on his back, with my hands on his shoulder. “Why did you stop?”

At first, he said nothing to me before his head slowly turned to look up at me. “I'm sorry, doll. We shouldn't do this.”

“Do what?”

I got down from the bed and knelt in front of him, placing both hands on his thighs as I glanced up at him.

“What the hell are you even saying?” I glared at the man, who kissed me, raised my hopes only to dash…. okay, he hasn't dashed it—yet.

He placed both hands on the side of my face and caressed my right cheek with his thumb. “June, you've got to listen to me. I want this as much as you do, but—”

“But what? Are you just going to pretend nothing happened between us? Is this how it will be between us, Kristin? You wanked your dick with my panties and kissed me. Let's not forget the hard-ons you get all the time, and how awfully possessive you are about me..."

He exhaled softly, but I wasn't done.

"Are you going to deny all that now?” I sniffed, trying to keep my tears at bay. “If that's what you are going to do, then go ahead! It's not like I care!” I made to rise, but he stopped me.

“No, you've got to listen to me, doll,” he held me down, forcing me to look into his eyes. “I want this just as much as you want. Hell, you don't know how long I've had feelings for you, June. I love you… More than an uncle should love his niece.”

“Then…. Why are you stalling? Why are you still pushing me away?” I stared into his eyes, trying to get him to know that I don't wish for us to be just uncle and niece but lovers.

I'm tired of listening to him as he fuck women each night. I just want him to be mine alone.

“The society, Doll. What will they think of us, should they get to hear of this? I'm not concerned about myself, but you! I don't want you to be at the receiving end of the wagging tongues of people. Because… In the end, the woman will always be to blame.” The expression on his face made me know that he was trying to protect me.

“I didn't ask you to do this, Kristin. You don't have to protect me. I'm not a child. I'm an adult, who knows what I want.”

“But you are just nineteen! And let's not forget that I'm older than you. Way older than you. I might be seen as a paedophile,” he smiled bitterly.

“Only twenty years older than me?” I scoffed. “You are not old, Kristin,” I smiled up at him, biting my bottom lip to make me feel sexy—don't blame me. "I want this as much as you do. You are not forcing me. I want you. Old or not."

“But it's old enough to know what's good and what's wrong.”

“According to society's standards?” I scoffed at his words. “We are doing nothing wrong, Kristin. Love is love. As long as you are not my father.”

“But I'm your mother's brother!” He added, looking like he's seeking excuses to cut this. “We share the same blood.”

“No, we don't. I have different parents and so do you. My mother just happened to be your sister. You don't have to be so worked up about this,” I edged my hands up, getting closer to where I've always had my eyes set on. “Please don't push me away, Kristin. I love you,” I confessed, shamelessly baring my heart out to a man who might choose to trample on them.

He smiled down at me before his expression changed, “And… What about Mark?”

“Mark?” I gaped at him, wondering why he was suddenly thinking about my best friend when I wanted all his thoughts to be on me. “What about him?”

“Aren't you dating him? Isn't this considered as cheating?” He inquired, touching my hair as gently as he could, trying to look calm when his hands didn't seem to stop shaking.

“Dating?” I scoffed. “I'm not dating him, Kristin. We were just playing around,” I continued to edge my hands forward.

“Playing around? But… But… You said you have done—”

“Yes, I've done it with him,” I rose from my kneeling position and leaned close to him, so our faces were just inches apart. “I gave my virginity to him because you treated me like trash.”

“What?!”