In His Arms 6

CHAPTER 1 - 'A Fresh Start​​​​​'

Disclaimer: All characters are 18+ unless explicitly stated otherwise.

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"I might know someone whose type are girls like you."

"..........Fuck you mean by that?" Though I remained slumped over on my school desk, I tilt my head enough to look at the chick in front of me in the eye. Hair bleached blonde, chewing on something sticky and fiddling with her phone likely texting her next lay of the week. One of a few other friends of mine but this one is whom I hung around the most throughout the schoolyear.

"Y'know, fun-sized, 100 pounds soakin' wet, the kind that stars in porn being a pin cushion for black guys. The kind that gets called 'barely legal' even when she's 25." The valley-girl accent felt like screws on my eardrums, but I somehow put up with it every single day. I suppose the thought of being alone and friendless scared my ass more.

"....Monika, screw that noise. You know how those kind of guys usually a​re. I hang out with him, let him use me like a drumstick, then next thing you know, I'm part of their coca parties as Skeletor, the red-nosed crackwhore. Pshh pshh pshh mmmmmh, y'know what I'm doing here?" I phantomime a fisting motion into an imaginary asshole while looking at Monika dead in the eye.

"What makes you think they're gonna fist you?"

"What makes you think they won't?"

"To you basically anything is a BBC, so no need for you to have a real one up your ass for it to feel like one, y'know?"

"In any case....." I slump my head against my desk again, cushioned only by the pile of notebooks on it. ".....I'll pass."

"Beggars can't be choosers, girlfriend."

"......Fuuuuuck......"

"Fiiiine fine, you don't want him, that's fine. Means I've got two appointments for tonight." I then hear her phone's keyboard sounds rapidly tap away, presumably to give that guy the disappointing news that no, I will not need him to rearrange my guts or anything of the sort.

"Yeees, yes, go. Ride his cock to your heart's content or whatever, girlfriend."

"Though you can't just keep wallowing like that, y'know. Bad for the heart and stuff."

"I'll find my way out of this bullshit."

"Hmph, don't you always?"

"Bingo."

"That's my Issa. A'right, I should go now, Richard's ​​​​​​over there waiting for me outside. Luv ya, girlfriend."

"Mmyes yeah yeah yeah, luv ya, go ride Dick's dick, make him happy and shit."

Monika taps me on the cheek a few times before briskly leaving the classroom to meet this tall, well-built bloke standing outside, leaving me alone to stew in my own thoughts again.

"......aughh."

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12:24 P.M.

I patiently stand by the door of this new house my mom brought me to. My name is Issa, a young adult and the only child of my parents. Mom said that I'll be living here at grandma's house until things at home get sorted out, something about family circumstances, things I didn't really understand, nor that I really cared for. Spending my summer out here in the sticks with some family I've never fully met before might not be so bad, I guess.

This is shortly after I found out my boyfriend of ten months, now ex-boyfriend, had been juggling two girls behind my back. Anything to take my mind off that load of horseshit, I suppose. It's the last thing I want to think about.

Mom knocks on the front door, and not a minute later we're greeted by an older woman, presumably my grandma, and a young man. He had somewhat messy hair, bright amber-colored eyes, and looks to be the same age as me, if only because he's as tall as I am.

"I'm glad you made it here so quickly. I've already prepared the room for her the best I can do. Jace dear, why don't you take her to the shared bedroom?" The woman spoke while ushering us inside. The guy, likely her son, never once looked up at her as she talked, though his cold, amber gaze seemed glued to both me and my mom, likely out of curiosity.

A rather cute guy, I'll have to admit.

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12:46 P.M.​

"Ma told me we'll be sharing a bedroom together. That desk over there and the bottom bunk are mine. You can have the top bunk."

The young man told me once mom and grandma left us alone in the bedroom. He seems relaxed yet at the same time apprehensive, like he's hiding something for whatever reason.

"Jace's your name, right?" I ask while tying my hair into a neat little ponytail. "I'm Issa."

"Yes. And from what ma told me, I guess I'm your uncle."

I wasn't surprised by that even for a second. New family members had been coming out of the woodwork since Grandpappy's recent death and funeral. Aunts, uncles, cousins, half-siblings, you name it. I guess he was some kind of serial polygamist back in his younger days.

I lazily lied down on the bottom bunk with a sigh, a little exhausted from the road trip on the way here.

"An uncle and niece that are the same age, hm? Don't you find that a little weird, Jace?"

He seemed nervous when I asked that, fidgeting a little more than usual if only for a second as he sat down next to his desk.

"Well...G​randpappy had a 16 year old bride when he was 54. A cousin just married her half-brother the other week. Another cousin turned out to be having an affair with his mother-in-law behind his fiancée's back."

My eyes widened like saucers as he nonchalantly shared this admittedly juicy information to me. He notices this, and he just shrugged and even seemed to relax ​as he shook his head.

"Oh and one more. An aunt found her estranged father that she hadn't met in 20 years last month. They got to talking, spending time catching up and whatnot. Eventually they got a little too close for anyone's comfort. You know what they've been up to behind everyone's backs?"

Without waiting for an answer, Jace does the sex gesture with his hands. My lips scrunched up in surprise. He just gave me a look that could've said 'I know right?'.

"So....'weird'? As far as our family is concerned, what exactly is 'weird' anymore?" He added.

Fair enough.

"Guess you aren't family unless you either got screwed over, or you screwed someone over, in a relationship." I say this while thinking of my recent struggle with my ex-boyfriend and his cheating manwhore ways.

"And not really the kind of 'screwing' you'd like, either." Jace added to my snark. Seems like he knows a whole lot more about our family's troubled background more than I do.

I sat there in silence for a moment, contemplating whether I should share my own experiences with him, ultimately deciding it fit the conversation perfectly anyway, and he seemed trustworthy.

"I caught my boyfriend balls deep in two girls the other week. Heaven knows how many other skanks he's got his sausage wrapped in that I don't know about. Does that mean I'm 'family' now?" I ask him sarcastically with a defeated smile on my face.

He looks at me stunned for a moment, then his face relaxes into a look of deep sympathy. ".....My condolences."

My lower jaw shakes as the gravity of my situation truly dawns on me. I suppose I've been too caught up with the idea of finally getting laid that I got my priorities somewhat skewed. Truth be told, I was far more hurt than I thought I was from the fact that he decided his time was better spent fornicating with two whores than taking my virginity like he promised. 10 months down the drain waiting to lose my v-card, and for what?

".....Err, anyway, what about you, hm? What, uhm, 'misfortune' can you share, dear uncle?" I ask with a hint of sardonicism, hoping to get a personal story from him this time and also steer the conversation away from my own misadventure.

He seemed even more apprehensive than normal from that question of mine, his eyes darting around like he's trying to come up with an excuse.

"I'd uhm....rather not answer that."

"Psshh, not fair. You got to hear mine." I protest.

"Not fair my ass, I didn't ask you to tell me." He retorts.

I glare at Jace for a second or two, then out of impulse got up and promptly sat on his lap before straddling him, with my hands holding the backrest of his chair. His face remained neutral, oddly enough, but up close I can see his cheeks turned ever so slightly red.

All of this against my better judgement, of course. I had just met this guy, who's my uncle no less, and I'm over here sitting on his lap like a stripper in the middle of a lapdance, probably also blushing like a tomato in the process. I hope to everything that is holy that he divulges some satisfying information or my piss-poor, humiliating attempt will all be for naught.

"......What are you doing?" His voice was low, and almost silent.

"C-C'mon, it'll just be between the two of us. Ah--your secret, I mean.​" My voice was equally low. That said, I found it near impossible to keep my gaze fixed on his, not while I'm deliberately invading his personal space like this.

"If.....I tell you, will you get off of me?"

I nod eagerly, but remained unmoving otherwise.

"Fine......it was some years ago, just me and this neighbor we had back at our old house. She was a little older, maybe two to four ​years my senior? I don't really recall. Anyway, when I was at her place once she asked me out of the blue if I ever got....erections, you know? I nodded, and she kind of asked me if she could play with my....with my dick. Truth be told, I'm not exactly sure how to feel about it...like sure, it felt good, but uhm..."

Jace paused and cleared his throat for a moment.

"Anyhow, me and her just did stuff everyday for the next week or so. Until mother moved me here, tha--"

"What stuff? I mean, what stuff did you and her do exactly?" I interrupted him while leaning closer, getting a little too curious about the specifics of their clandestine activities together. Feelings of embarrassment seemed to dissipate entirely, right now all I care about is squeezing more information out of this guy.

"...Why do you want to know so bad? And can you like....get off of ​​​​​​me now? Please?"

"Come on, just tell me what you and her did. I won't tell anyone else if that's what you're worried about."

"Mhmm, the last guy who told me that immediately went and tattled to his friends​. Guess who's got a reputation back home now?"

You mean a reputation of being a stud?

"C'mooon! In return for some of those juicy details, I'll err......uhm.....ah shit--" I realize at this point that I lacked any actual experience around these sorts of things, and as such, no bargaining chips to speak of. I never really tried anything with my ex ​besides making out and all that, and the fact that he was boning two skanks behind my back kind of made my head burn with rage.

"You'll what...?" Jace stared at me while waiting for me to finish speaking.

I looked back at him nervously, trying my best to come up with something.

"W-Well, what would you want me to do, hm? I could uhm, do what that...neighbor girl did....to you....if that's what you'd like." Words came out of shaking my mouth before I had the chance to even process them. Jace's eyes widened ever so slightly as he heard them, like if someone had just told him his dog had been caught mauling the toddler next door.

All things considered, for someone who has a girl his age straddling him and subtly offering him sexual favors, he has one hell of a poker face on, while I'm here stuttering from all the shaking my lower jaw is doing.

"What're you talki--"

"Come on! I'm just really curious, is all." I interrupt him again while going back to leaning on his shoulder. "And....err, I think it's kind of unfair that you got to have some action while I'm still very much in the dark."

"What, your manwhore ex never gave you any 'attention'?" Jace asked without missing a beat. My silence was his answer. "Also, I don't really think you and​ I should really be doing any of that. I'm sure you know why..."

He has a point.

"D-Don't you have a stiffy, though? You know I can f-feel it under me..." Indeed, I can feel something hard -- and big -- growing under my crotch. Though I know that it's just a normal physiological reaction of the male body, what with me straddling him like this and all, the thought of him getting hard because of me planted a seed of warmth in my groin as well. Jace almost immediately looked away as my words registered in his mind.

"D-Don't know what you're talking ab--"

Once more against my better judgement, I scooched back just a tiny bit and placed both my hands on the sizeable tent Jace is pitching between his legs. His pants were made of some soft fabric, and it didn't feel like he was wearing underwear. Through the cloth, I can fully discern some of the finer details of the beast my uncle is hiding. The glans, its distinctive groove, even some pulsing veins that line the shaft.

Still looking at him dead in the eye, I quickly realize that I'm far too gone to turn back now. Uncle or not, his dick seems receptive enough towards me anyway.

"....Issa, seriously......." Was he all he muttered while I felt Jace's bulge twitch a few times in my hand. His voice also sounded like he was warning me against ​taking this a little further. I needed to do something.

"A-Aehm, well why are YOU hard, huh? I'm s-supposed to be yer niece.....y-y'know?" My hands involuntarily squeezed his boner out of sheer nerves, trying to turn the tables of this argument on to him. His reaction was a small grunt and a closed eye, likely from having his cock squeezed like a tube of toothpaste.

"W-Well, why do YOU think I'm hard? Also, fuck, take it easy on the grip there!"

I swallowed the dry lump in my throat as I immediately loosened my grip on his dick. He has a point. I'm basically committing sexual assault on my poor uncle here for no good reason.

"M-Mmmm......I'm, ah.....I'm sorry......." My grip on his bulge loosens even further as guilt starts to set in, overtaking the mix of embarrassment and lust. I need to get a hold of myself, before this new family member I had just met sees me as nothing more than a demented pervert.

Just as I was about to get off of him, I notice a sizeable wet spot on the tip of Jace's bulge. Did he pee himself? I don't think I was sitting on him that hard for his bladder to leak.

"So.....can you get off of me now?" Jace spoke but his words didn't register in my head. Instead, I placed my finger on the wet tip of his tent. Sticky, slimy, definitely viscous, and had a peculiar scent to it when I brought my finger up to my nose.

"Issa?"

"P-Precum!" I blurt out without thinking. Jace just looks at me unamused.

"Big deal. You'd be wet as well if I rubbed your crotch right now even if it was against your will."

What is it with this guy? The lack of any major reaction coming from him is confusing, but equally as annoying. A dew of his pre-ejaculate is on my index finger and he's talking about making me wet.

"Not what I'm saying. Your pants are soiled, and you have a fat fuckin' boner between your legs, are you just gonna leave it be ​and walk around me like that?"

"Well whose fault do you think that is!?" An incredulous smile is starting to become more and more visible on Jace's face. It's like he's having a hard time believing this and likely thinks I'm playing a stupid carnal prank on him like in th​ose cheesy pornos.​

"My fault! Now please ​let me fix it!"

Jace's eyebrows raise as he heard those words from me. I just stared at him back, wondering if that one was the right thing to say.

"You're not fixing anything. Get off."

I scooched forward instead of moving away, though not enough to hide his boner under my crotch. Jace puts his hands on my hips this time, though he doesn't seem to make any effort of pushing me off of himself. At least not yet.

"Please....l-lemme help, it's the least I could do." I glance down and can see that wet spot on his boner had grown larger. Much larger. I wonder if this is still his body talking or if he really is getting turned on by what I'm doing.

I can see Jace's brows furrow a little bit. Despite his cute face, this guy has quite the intimidating glare on him, I swear.

"B-Besides, you can always just push me off if want me to stop." Still squeezing his fat boner in my hands, I anxiously wait for him to just shove me off of his lap. I could've sworn my heartbeat was louder than the buzzing ceiling fan above us in the ensuing moment of silence.

He gives me a long-ass glare dead in the eye, likely contemplating whether to outright murder me, report me or just disown me from the family. It must've only been around 5 seconds but to me it felt like an eternity of eternities put together.

"........Do what you need to, but that's it. Understand?" Jace finally breaks the silence and gently takes my hands off of his bulge, then grabs the waistband of his pants before pulling it down and letting his bare, erect cock flop freely. Seeing it up close, next to my crotch no less, made my heartrate skyrocket like I couldn't believe.

I reach my shaking, sweaty hand down towards it, feeling enamored by its size and the way it twitches.

"Y-Yes, uncle. U-Understood....​ ♡"

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CHAPTER END

"His face was poker, but his peen wanted to poke her."