My Uncle: He's Mine

JUNE

Do you know the feeling of having your heart ripped out of your chest while you are wide awake?

That was exactly how I felt when I woke up to moans coming from the room opposite mine.

I had a long day in school, and crashed early, hoping to wake up in time to leave for school with Mark, but my sleep got disturbed.

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. At first, I thought my mind had made it up until I heard the yell from the woman, whose moans woke me from sleep.

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.

Call me whatever you might, but I can't help being a voyeur when it comes to him. Kristen, he's the bane of my existence. The only man that makes my heart skip.

Kristen growled some words out 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 must have looked funny as I tiptoed to his room, trying not to make a sound.

I gently opened the door like I always did any night he brought a whore back. You can say I have gotten used to sneaking over to watch him each night he brings one of his female visitors home.

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 down 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.

It was enough to tell me what was going on in the room. Her cries seem to get louder.

He thrust in so hard that the bed shook.

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

As I watched him, my hand slowly slid towards the wet area between my legs. I know what I was doing is a sin, something I never should have done in my entire life.

But I was far too gone in my infatuation to care about what's good and what's not.

I've gotten used to playing with it since the first night I caught him. Each night, I always come over mainly for this.

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

I was able to drown the voice of the woman, who was still panting under him. It was almost too real with the way I pictured myself.

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 Kristen'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.

I swallowed.

This wasn't the first time he had gotten angry at me, but it was the first time he had used such a tone with me.

I shivered, afraid of the sight I might meet should I open the door.

He sighed, “We will talk in the morning.”

I didn't leave the door until I heard the sounds of footsteps.

I sighed.

What have I gotten myself into?

I face palmed.

If only I hadn't gone to his room, I wouldn't have been caught.

Yet, I didn't regret it.

Because of the interruption I had earlier, I decided to finish what I started, muffling my sounds so my uncle wouldn't hear it.

I can't afford to have him banging down my door should he hear the whimpers leaving my mouth.

As I came down from the high after just a minute of pleasuring myself to the thoughts of Kristen, I felt guilty.

The satisfaction I got wasn't enough to wipe out the fact that I shouldn't have done what I did.

The feeling I have for my uncle is frowned upon by society, one that won't be accepted should they get to hear of it.

Yet, I can't help the feeling.

If loving my uncle can lead me down the path of damnation and denunciation, then, I won't hesitate to walk that line.

After all, he's to be blamed.

His face, and the gentle way he treated me, made me fall hard for a man I wasn't supposed to have erotic things about; my mother's brother.

He is to blame for making me feel so much love that I had to fall for him. Had he not treated me like his doll, I wouldn't have fallen for him.

Or would I?

But who's to tell, I still ended up head over heels for him.

He's a man whom I shouldn't have developed feelings for. A man, out of my reach.

But I'm immune to those morals.

After all, the heart can't help who it loves…

KRISTEN

What the hell??

I hate myself right now.

What kind of a shitty uncle am I?

I ran my hand through my hair as I went back to my room.

In a bid to gather my thoughts, I paused outside my door with my forehead resting on the goddamn frame. With the way I pulled out of the woman—still on my bed, probably—and bolted out, I don't think she will still be in the mood. What's worse, I left her tied.

I palmed my face and sighed. June was supposed to be asleep. Hell, I was the one who woke her most of the time since she slept kind of deep.

Was I that loud?

My mind spiralled as I slowly pushed the door to my room open.

"I was waiting for you," the woman I came home with purred, smiling like the slut that she is.

Without responding, I walked towards my dresser, searching for where I had deposited the key to the cuffs around her hands and feet.

She watched me the entire time with something I recognized to be confusion.

"What are you looking for?" Finally, the question I was waiting for! "Did you lose the lube?"

"Bloody hell!" I turned to her with a snort. "Are you serious right now?!"

She must have gotten self-conscious because she recoiled on the bed.

"Did I do something?"

"No, you didn't! I did," I snapped at her before going back to look for the key. "Where did I throw those goddamn keys?!"

"I think they are on the floor," she said quietly, probably scared I would explode anytime soon. I noticed her eyes lingering on me as I bent down at the foot of the bed to look under. When I raised my head and our gaze clashed, she looked the other way.

With a breath of relief, I sighted a shiny steel object close to the door.

I picked up the key and took my wallet. Getting her out of my house now seems like the most important thing I have to do in my life. It is either she leaves the house or I run mad from guilt.

I un-cuffed her and placed some dollar bills—and a huge tip—on the side of the bed.

"Thank you for your time."

She wrapped the sheets around herself and stared me dead in the eye. "You are not serious, are you?"

"Trust me, I am. I left you a generous tip."

"No, I don't mean that. You are not going to send me out by this time of the night, are you?" Worry flashed across her eyes.

I rushed to the top of the dresser and checked my phone.

"What!" I yelled before my brain could process that it was some minutes past midnight. "H—How?! How did we stay this long?!"

"You said you wanted—"

"I know what I said!" I cut her off with a grimace. To think that I had promised not to let her go until she couldn't walk is something that should call for laughter, but... nothing is really funny now that my entire mind is in chaos. "God, what do I do?"

"I'm sorry. I'll leave first thing in the morning," she said apologetically. I turned to her with drooped shoulders. Her hazel eyes which were the first thing that attracted me momentarily flashed before they returned to normal.

"The bathroom is over there," I pointed in one direction. "And if you need something to eat, the kitchen is at the end of this hallway." I don't even know if she will get my description, but who cares?

I turned around to leave when her voice pulled me back.

"Who is she?"

"Who?" I asked, turning back to her.

"The girl. Isn't she the reason you are this way?"

I smiled to ease her. "She is my niece. Thanks for your concern."

I whirled around and slammed the door behind me. She can have my room for the night.

The kitchen was my next stop.

After downing a glass of water and still feeling like shit, I poured myself a glass of whiskey.

As the drink flowed down my throat in a burning straight line, I plopped on one of the sofas in the sitting room and reminisced.

Thinking about the incident that pushed June into my care brought more pain than I imagined... She was the only child of my sister before an accident claimed the poor woman's life, and I was unanimously entrusted to take care of June.

And right now, I feel like the fucking devil! This is not the type of training a good uncle should give to his niece.

I chugged on my drink and refilled my glass.

The whiskey helped.

By the time my mind was done wandering the length and breadth of the universe, a deep sleep washed over me. I did not bother going to the guest room like I initially planned. The sofa was comfy enough...

I must have gotten up about three times to pee—definitely as a result of the whiskey—and each time I finished, it took almost thirty minutes to go back to bed. The third round of pee came at about five-thirty. After that, sleep completely evaded me.

I quietly started for my room. As I rounded the corridor, I bumped into someone.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," my company for the night apologized and straightened her dress. Her purse was clutched to her chest while she kept pulling the edges of her gown like there was something beneath I was yet to see.

"It's okay. So... You're leaving." It was a statement but she responded anyway.

"Yes. Told you I'd be out of your hair first thing in the morning," She smiled a little. "Thanks for the tip."

"Oh, you're welcome." I waited for something else to come up, probably a conversation, or a question she had wanted to ask since my behaviour last night, but nothing came. I moved to the side for her to pass. "Bye. Have a nice day."

"Yeah, I will." To my surprise, she stopped by my side and planted a soft kiss on my cheek. "You're a good man." And just like that, she was gone.

I don't know if she added that last part to make me feel good, and I don't want to know. Right now, I need to find a way to face June when she gets up—if she isn't up already.

To keep myself busy and my brain from exploding, I started preparing breakfast. Nothing much, just pancakes, crisp on both sides—just as June loves them.

By the time I was done, the sun was already peeking out from behind the clouds.

I served the pancakes and added a bottle of orange juice, both of which I arranged on a tray to take to June.

I felt empty as I knocked on her door. "June?"

"Come on in," she called from within.

I slowly turned the knob, "Good morning, sunshine."

A smile I wasn't expecting radiated from her face, almost lighting up the room. She was seated at her dresser, tying her hair in a ponytail and probably checking her smooth skin—a gene she took from my sister.

"Good morning, Uncle Kristen. How was your night?"

"Beautiful," The way she seemed so carefree and normal made me question myself. I laid the tray on her bed. "How was yours?"

"Lovely!"

June grew fast. I can't believe the little girl entrusted in my care as a child is this beautifully endowed lady sitting in front of me. With her raven-black hair and brown eyes, she looks like a carbon copy of her mother.

"June?"

"Hmm?"

"I want you to listen to me." She stopped what she was doing and locked gazes with me from the mirror she was staring at. "Yesterday, I—"

"You don't need to do this," she cut me off. A slow exhale escaped her lips. "I know it's not been easy taking care of me since what happened, and—"

"No, no, June! Don't say that."

"And I know that you also have your life to live aside from taking care of me," she continued stubbornly. "I can't stop you from sating your desires, or choosing the types of women you sleep with, because—"

A gasp escaped the both of us at the same time. Her hands flew to her mouth as she realized what she'd just said.

Thank goodness I had safely dropped the tray, it would have crashed to the floor.

From the mirror, I saw her lips move fast in a whisper, a question that was meant for herself. The words my stunned ears could pick out sounded like, "WAIT, HE DIDN'T SEE ME?"