Sinful Desires My Uncle Is Mine

JUNE

"Fuck me harder, Kristin.”

The sound of moaning and the slapping sounds that followed woke me up from sleep.

I sat up on the bed and stretched my muscles.

“Yes, Kristin. That's it! Hit my damned pussy!” A woman cried out.

I hastily rose from the bed and hastened towards the door.

The thoughts of what was going on in the room opposite mine, made my heart feel like it was being sliced in two.

I knew I should return to my room, but the thoughts of seeing him naked far outweighed my need to run far away, to avoid further heartbreak.

“Fuck. You are so tight.” Kristin growled in that deep voice of his that never ceases to send rippling shivers down my spine.

My legs shook, yet, I managed to reach his door.

I gently opened it, like I always did any night he brought a whore back.

His back was the first thing I saw. The rippling muscles bulged with each thrust he made.

His black hair is tied up, showing the tail of the dragon tattoo that ran through his back.

Lying in front of him is a woman.

Though I couldn't see her, her creamy legs which were tied to the chains connected to the ceiling were what I saw.

“Fuck me harder, Kristin!” She moaned.

He thrust in so hard that the bed shook.

All this I witnessed, from my spot on the door.

Against my better judgement, I slid my hands into my pussy.

I've gotten used to playing with them since the first night I witnessed him having wild sex with a woman.

It isn't healthy, I know. But I couldn't stop my hand from seeking my pussy as I imagined being in the same position as the woman under him.

I played with my clitoris, imagining him running his tongue up and down, to the mouth of my pussy.

A gasp escaped from my throat when I slipped two fingers into my wet pussy.

I was able to drown the voice of the woman, who was still panting under him.

I increased my pace as my imaginary uncle slid three hands into my wet, moist pussy.

He licked his lips before he peered up at me. His green eyes darkened with lust as his fingers kept on slowly fingering me.

“Do you want to feel my mouth on you, doll?” He asked with that playful smirk on his face.

I gasped when I felt myself on edge.

A moan escaped from my throat.

Almost immediately, the slapping sound stopped.

“June.”

This time, the voice wasn't in my head.

I froze.

My eyes slowly glanced up, to meet with the pissed expression on Kristin's face.

Fuck!

Before he could say a word, I ran out of his room and banged the door behind me.

I ran to my room and locked the door before I leaned on the door.

My heart felt like it was about to lunge out of my throat.

This wasn't the first time I'd watched him, but this was the first time I'd gotten caught.

I counted to 100 before I heard footsteps approaching my door.

“June.” He knocked on the door, but I didn't respond.

“I know you are leaning behind that door, June. Open the damned door!” He sounded pissed.