'A Craving'
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From making dinner, to having it together with sis and Gramma, Issa remained aloof and stoic towards me but with a slight hint of shyness beneath it. I would catch her stealing a few glances at me every now and then, but other than that it was almost as if I was a stranger to her.
Did she regret what we did, after all? I guess post-nut clarity does affect women as well. That aside, I'll have to try and apologize to her tomorrow should she keep being distant like she is now.
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9:44 P.M.
I lay down on my top bunk, pondering at the fact that I had just entrusted my first time to Jace, my blood uncle, earlier today. Losing my virginity felt so much more emotional than I ever previously thought it would, all this time I had been waving it around like it wasn't anything special, but I could not have been proven any more wrong.
Was it because it was with Jace and not somebody else...? I don't know... all I know is that I wish I enjoyed it more thoroughly considering I won't be experiencing it again... unless of course I get myself another boyfriend, which would be a major pain in the cunt that I don't think I currently have the patience nor the energy for.
I held my face and quietly groaned, lamenting the fact that I'm still craving every single sensation Jace had given me earlier today. I promised to him I wouldn't be asking for it a second time, but does he really expect me to keep it? The way he held me, the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of me, not to mention the way his body felt when I hugged him with all the strength that I had; such feelings will eventually become cravings and I'm sure he of all people knows that.
This train of thought quickly shifts to the behavior I had displayed towards him for the rest of the day. Was I a little too cold? I didn't want to raise any suspicion from both Mom and Gramma, and I was far too anxious to ask him again, too scared that he might reject my request.
I snuck a peek down at Jace's bunk; he seemed to be sound asleep, facing the wall. I got down, then laid right next to him, holding on to the sliver of hope that my outfit, a black tank-top and a pair of small, pink panties, would entice him to doing me a second time.
Jace gently rolled over and turned to me as soon as he felt the bed shift. The look on his eyes seemed to show concern rather than annoyance, and I felt somewhat relieved at that thought.
"D-Do you have a minute?" I timidly ask him.
"....Yes?"
I scooch closer to him until his arm was pressing against my chest.
"Can we......do it again?"
I can hear my voice almost break as those words came out. Jace gives me an excruciatingly long stare, and with each passing second I can hear my little heart pound.
".....And your promise? I thought you said you wouldn't ask for it agai--"
"I lied--"
"......."
"I....uhm, I lied....."
Words came out of my mouth before I had the chance to think about them. Jace stares me at again, more than likely a little pissed or at least disappointed in my failure to keep my urges at bay. I swallowed the drying lump in my throat, anxious at what he might or was about to say to me.
"J-Jace....I'm sorr--"
Before I could fully voice my apology, Jace leans in for a deep kiss. Though surprised for a split second, I immediately went and reciprocated with great enthusiasm, quickly turning what was merely a gentle little kiss into a sloppy make-out session with Jace eventually moving on top of me.
"Ohhnm, mmghm....β‘"
I kissed him like he was a lover of mine, even slurped his drool as if it was honey, wrapping my arms around his neck while he caressed and fondled my inner thighs. I was wet in mere seconds, and Jace quickly found that out when his slid his hand under my panties where he quickly got to work playing with my clit, flicking it around with his fingers in addition to making circular rubbing motions on my grool-coated labia.
"Just from kissing and you're already this wet....and I thought I was pent-up." Jace whispered to me after pulling back from our kiss. Little does he know just how much I want him right at this very moment.
"N-Nhmmm.....c'mon, you heard what Mom said this morning....."
From underneath his pillow, I pull out the box of condoms that Jace had bought earlier today, intending on finishing every last packet contained within it with him.
"Be a good uncle to me, Jace......β‘β‘"
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9:49 P.M.
I find myself laying on my stomach on Jace's bed with my panties around my ankles while he gives it to me in a steady and firm rhythm. Honestly, I would rather have him fuck me in a missionary position like before just so I could stare at his face, but I suppose this position has its pros, too.
Namely, I get to bury my nose and mouth into his pillow that's coated in his manly, bodily scent.
"M-Mmghm......mhhfhm, mm! β‘"
I feel Jace's hand wrap around the back of my neck right as he starts to pound me with increased speed and depth. Only the second time so far that we've had sex and he's already starting to get rough.
"This is what I should've done.....mmh, after I gave you that massage...."
I turned my head to the side and gave Jace the same look I did when he gave my back quite the handiwork after my traumatic spider encounter. A look of pure neediness boosted by the feeling of his cock go in and out of my equally needy pussy in a steady rhythm. We made eye contact for only a second but that was enough to set him off.
His grip around my neck tightens which kept me from turning my gaze anywhere else besides at him, after which he goes full on stallion on me, pounding and stirring my pussy hard and fast enough to not only make me squeal but also substantially rattle the bed.
I tried to cover my mouth but Jace immediately puts my hand away, even grinning slightly as he did so.
"Mhhmm no, let's hear your sweet voice, Issa......"
I could only bite my lower lip and grip the bedsheets as hard as my weakened arms can allow me to stifle as much of my voice as I could, even when the occasional loud moan would escape my lips. Jace himself doesn't seem to care that much, or is just too caught up in the moment to worry about it.