KRISTEN Why this unexpected feeling of disappointment?This was what I wanted, right?Then why was I feeling sad and moody? June seemed to have moved on with her life and her obsession with me, and I was suddenly feeling sorrowful?! When she got up and walked away, I felt a part of me break. Why did it feel like she was walking out of my life? For a long time, I've wanted our relationship to go back to the uncle-and-niece period of our lives filled with love, laughter, and mutual respect. Seems my wish manifested with a glitch in our happiness.Or maybe I was just overthinking and needed some fresh air. I climbed the stairs and walked to my room, kicking my slippers off at the base of the sliding glass doors leading to the balcony.The cool evening wind rushed into my face as I stepped out. I watched the sunset, the colours deepening and changing as the sun sank lower. The sky is turning from gold to purple, and the city lights are beginning to twinkle brighter. It's amazing how

JUNEIt has been a week since that fateful night. Things went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be between us. Mark and I returned to how we have always been. Though we never spoke of that night, I can see in his expression that he wishes to talk about it.But I always find ways to skid around it, not ready to speak about the worst night of my life.I combed my hair, running my fingers through the beautiful black strands as I stared into the mirror. I stared at the woman I had become, not aware of the right feelings I should have.For a week, I have successfully acted like I wasn't affected by whatever Kristen did. Those seven days must have been the worst for him because he looked like a shell of his former self.And me?I was barely holding on. But who was I to complain when I was the one that decided on this?I tied my hair into a ponytail, forcing a smile as I posed for the mirror. I wore my beautiful body con black dress, with a slit on the left thigh.It wasn't indecent

KRISTEN June did not say anything and it wasn't helping the jumble of anxiety tying strings around my guts."Doll, talk to me," I begged and scooted closer. Her hands, which were in mine, slightly quivered. It felt like she wanted to pull back and keep her hands in mine at the same time. I've never seen June so conflicted in my entire life.I had a meeting that afternoon and was completely bamboozled with official responsibilities that took my time—and peace of mind—such that I forgot I was supposed to pick her up. Was that why she was mad? Or... did Edith's voice over the call... I sighed."I had a meeting with a company today," I started slowly, even though she didn't ask. "They needed our services." I didn't bother breaking it down because June knows specifically what my company do. Hell, she used to come there a lot, until... well, until her teenage stubbornness began. "As a trusted and hardworking employee, Edith had to go with me. I had planned to hand the job of replying to my

JUNECould this be 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. K

JUNEHe did so, tentatively at first and then a little more firmly. He snaked his tongue out and licked around my nipple, causing a gasp to escape me. I clenched my fist and arched my back, crying out when he bit down hard on my left nipple. “Fuck, Kristen!” I growled at him, crying out when his fingers went down until they got to my navel. He stroked it, still sucking my nipple.My pussy contracted, and my stomach clenched violently. Not even the night I spent with Mark can be compared to this. “How do you feel having your uncle's mouth on your nipples?” he asked with a smile, still sucking my left nipple as his hand went lower until it reached my panties, which were soaked with arousal.“Isn't someone being a bad girl?” he asked, slipping his index into my pussy. I gasped, arching my back, and gripping my toes tightly. “You taught me how to be a bad girl,” I smirked, licking my lips as I sat up. Though he had removed his mouth from my nipple, his fingers remained in my pussy.I