In His Arms Ch 11

'Reminiscing'

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12:15 P.M.

"So, that's what happened in your dream?" Jace asked me. I just sat there on his bed and silently nodded in response. As if I wasn't enough of a blushing and embarrassed mess as it is, not only did I just have a dream that felt so good that I'm uncontrollably horny and wet between my legs, I woke up to Jace patting my head, knowing full well what I was dreaming about, not to mention him managing to coax me into telling it to him.

"Quite the vivid dreamer, ain'tcha?" I had tried to avoid sharing my dream with him by being all lovey-dovey and seductive to get him to do me, so much for that working out. For once I didn't expect the cheeky asshole to be so resistant just to tease me, even though he's done it countless times at this point.

"M-Mmh, yeaa..." I said while sitting there, twiddling my thumbs like some shy little girl who was being scolded.

"You know it's a bad idea, though based on how many hints you've given me, it seems you don't care all that much." He couldn't have hit the nail any harder on the head. I don't give a damn that he's my uncle, or that it's risky, right now there's nothing I want more than to feel him do me without protection and pump me full until I'm walking like a newborn fawn.

"Well, I'm afraid that's not gonna happen. You know that's where I draw the line." He said as he leaned slightly forward and gave me another pat on the head.

Was this some cruel joke to him? I'm sitting here in front of him, my pussy wet enough to soak my undergarments, and he still won't do anything. I swear if I was any more revved up I would've already taken my clothes off and spread my legs in front of him, begging him to go for it.

"However... I do still feel bad if I were to just leave you so pent-up, so there is one thing I can do~" Before I even had a chance to react to his words, Jace had pushed his head against mine, forcing me into a deep kiss as he pushed me down onto the bed. I was surprised for what must have been only a single second, for I almost immediately reciprocated the kiss, drooling in his mouth and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Mmmmph~! Mmmmmmm~! ♡♡♡" Were it not for him kissing me so deeply, I swear I would have screamed. Without me expecting it and without me noticing until I felt it, he had reached his right hand down past my sundress, into my panties and without warning, pinched my clit like a pair of vice grips.

I don't know if it was the sudden nature of it, or me being more pent-up than an over-carbonated soda bottle, probably both, but when he did that it sent a wave of pleasure through my body strong enough to make me instantly cum, squirting inside my underwear and soaking them more than they already were.

Despite having just came, my dear uncle did not stop his relentless assault. He pulled the straps of my sundress down with his left hand to expose my breasts, then alternated between squeezing them and pinching my nipples, all the while now having shoved his middle and ring finger inside of me and pushing down on my clit with his thumb, the exact same mind-numbing technique he had done to me so many times before.

I didn't resist, just laid there embracing the pleasure he was giving to me, moaning in his mouth as he played with my tongue to which I drooled without restraint.

"M-Mmmhah! Mmmggghh~! ♥♥♥" I tried pulling away from the kiss to tell him to slow down, but Jace did not let up in the slightest. He kept our lips locked tight enough to make sure I couldn't utter even a single word.

It did not take long at all for me to cum again, sending euphoric sensations through my entire body and making me tremble, but did Jace stop? No, he kept going, and this entire time he did not let our lips separate from each other. It may not be like my dream, but his endless ecstasy-inducing assault on my entire body, combined with his aggressive kissing, was enough to make my mind go blank. Before long Jace was the only thing on my mind and I was cumming repeatedly around his fingers, gushing inside my underwear like a broken sprinkler.

"N-Nhhah, oh f-fuckk, Jhace stohp--mmmnhh!! ♥♥"

A good twenty if not twenty-five orgasms later, I was lying on Jace's bed, spread eagle with one arm over my face, trembling and twitching like I was having a seizure and recovering from the most orgasms I had ever had, at least in such a short time span. Both his bedsheets and my panties were so soaked one would have thought they had just been taken out of the washer, but in reality it was simply from Jace making me squirt more times than when we first had sex.

After having pampered me so heavily and with me laying there like a beached whale, Jace took my soaked clothes off and threw them in the laundry basket in our room, then went into our bathroom and grabbed a towel to put underneath my nether regions to help dry off, all without saying a word. He rolled me onto my side and laid down next to me, making our eyes meet.

"Satisfied, my little niece?" He asked as he smiled at me gently, acting so calm despite his dominating attitude mere moments ago.

"M-Mmhmm... ♥" I mumbled to him as I nodded with what little strength I had. He had made me cum so many times my brain was still recovering from being short-circuited.

"I'm glad that helped let off some steam." Jace put his right arm over me and pulled me into his chest. I immediately nuzzled into him without even thinking.

"B-But, I feel bad that I'm the only one who got some attention...." I said to him, trying to entice him into continuing, except this time with a certain something.

"Nah, don't worry about me. I did that so you could feel good, I'll manage." He seemed so calm about it, like it wasn't anything special. How can this guy be so good at controlling his own urges? It never ceases to surprise me.

"Well, with your urges being satisfied, I dunno about you, but I'm starving. I'll go ahead and make us some lunch now." Jace said as he got up and left the room, but not before giving me a little kiss on the forehead which made me feel all fluttery on the inside. I swear, it's not fair that my uncle of all people pushes all the right buttons to make my heart feel like this...

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12:30 P.M

Lunchbreak, lunchbreak~ ♡ I thank the deities watching from above every day that my workplace is still just a mere walking distance from our new house so that I don't have to buy the mediocre food from our cafeteria. Nothing beats a home-cooked meal, especially if it's Jace making it.

I made my way home, eager to get some decent grub to take my mind off of a recent workplace incident, only to find the kitchen empty and no warm food in sight. Irritation instantly set in for me, last I checked I had told Gramma to tell Jace that it's his turn making lunch for the week. I hastily walked upstairs and made a beeline for their bedroom, only to stop short of opening the door.

".....ooghh, nho no, Jaceeeee......!! ♥♥"

I must have stared at the beige-colored paintjob of this closed bedroom door what felt like an hour, my hand hovering just above its silver knob. Was that Issa moaning? While calling out Jace's name? That can't be, no. And if it was, she's probably just in the midst of.....pleasuring herself, yeah, that's likely it. But why is it her uncle of all people that she's rubbing out to--

"........glad that helped let off some........."

".....feel bad that I'm the only one who got some attention...."

My heart skipped a beat as I backed away from the door and I finally realize my suspicions weren't unfounded after all. I should've seen this coming, how could I be so blind? How long have they been doing this? Did they start doing it the day they met each other? Are they really having full-on sex?

"........I'm starving, I'll go ahead and make us some lunch now....."

I managed to snap out of my train of questions and quickly but also silently sprinted back downstairs, hoping to high heaven Jace didn't hear my footsteps on the way down. I stood at the front door right as he finally came into view, taking my shoes off and pretending to have only just arrived.

"Ah, sis! My bad, I lost track of time." He says to me right as he immediately got to work with cooking.

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12:35 P.M.

I sat at the table with Jace and Issa, blankly staring at my lunch as I ate it. The thought of my brother and daughter potentially having sex right under mine and Mama's noses would not leave my mind no matter how hard I tried to compartmentalize it, surely they weren't actually doing it just now, right...?

"Mom? Are you okay?" Issa asked, snapping me out of it and making me look up from my plate.

"Yeah Sis, you alright? You look like you've just watched a horror movie." Jace commented, he didn't know it but what he said was admittedly disturbingly accurate, at least to me.

"O-Oh, yeah I'm fine, just feeling a bit unwell is all. Also had an incident happen at my workplace, so I'm a bit distant today." I responded, trying to come up with the best excuse I could.

"Aw man, it's not from the food is it? I know I tried to hurry up a bit but--"

"No no, it's not that, it tastes just like you always make it." I interrupted. I did not want him feeling guilty just because I was distraught from my harrowing discovery a few minutes ago.

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12:50 P.M.

After lunch I was absorbed in my thoughts, sitting on the tire swing which hung from a tree in the backyard that Mama had been taking care of since I was little. I ended up calling in sick to work for the remainder of the day, the thought of Issa and Jace doing... 'things'... together, kept getting worse and worse and I could not keep focus on anything else. How could I not be worried? Issa, my own daughter, could be having sex with Jace, my little brother, and all of that without me or Mama knowing about it.

Where did I go wrong? Did I raise her wrong? Did her ex-boyfriend cause so much mental damage to her that she's willing to have sex with relatives? Or did she just 'inherit' that trait from me...? A million different thoughts raced through my head, until one thought in particular came into my mind.

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[20 years earlier]

'....The tragic accident occurred at approximately 2:30 PM today when a sedan, suspected to have brake malfunctions, ran a red light in excess of 65 miles per hour and collided with another vehicle, driven by a man and woman in their early 60s......'

'.....Despite their efforts and the swift response of paramedics, the elderly couple, whose identities have not yet been released pending notification of next of kin, were pronounced dead on the scene.'

'Investigations into the nature of the collision and the suspected malfunction of the offending vehicle's brakes are still ongoing, with authorities promising to provide updates as more information becomes available.'

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2:53 P.M.

I had never been to a funeral before, or buried someone I'd known. Deep down I had hoped that it would always stay that way, even though I knew that was merely wishful thinking. A naive idea that the world would be more than happy to crush beneath its proverbial toes.

But it seems fate has its way of playing us with utmost cruelty.

I watched my grandparents' caskets lower down into the fresh grave as the pastor solemnly recited a eulogy for the both of them. Two of my most favorite people in the world, gone.... just like that. I wasn't sobbing, I was far too shocked to do so, but tears still flowed like a river down my cheeks. Quite a few other people in my extended family weren't as calm, but really... who could blame them?

The rest of the funeral was fairly mundane, I don't remember much of it other than a good amount of my aunts and uncles on my mother's side crying their eyes out. Shortly after the service was over everyone left and went home, all except for one uncle who seemed to have taken my grandparents' deaths the hardest.

Uncle Elias.

One of the kindest men I have ever known in my life. I had never seen him cry, always a bright smile on his face whenever I saw him, but the way he bawled while standing over his parents' open caskets earlier during the service was like nothing I had ever seen before. I could scarcely remember if I had seen something more painful to watch than that, he didn't deserve any of this... none of us did, but especially him a thousand times over.

"....Boss has given me two weeks paid leave to...... sort all of this out."

"You're more than welcome to stay with us in the meantime, Eli. The second bedroom is always free for you to use." Uncle just nodded with a tiny smile on his face as Mama gave him that offer, his eyes and face red from all the sobbing he's been doing.

".......Thank you."

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8:23 P.M.

The second bedroom next to mine, despite being unused, was rather neat and tidy, likely from having been thoroughly cleaned by mama to accommodate Uncle for the duration of his stay with us.

On the bed was Uncle himself, sleeping soundly while still dressed in a white button-up shirt and black pants from the funeral. I closed the door behind me, sat gently on the bed right next to him, then poked at his sleeping face until he finally woke up.

"....Fran?"

"Mama got worried since you didn't join us for dinner, so she wanted me to check on you. You okay?"

"Oh, yes... I'm sorry I wasn't there, I'm fine."

I hand him the small lunchbox Mama asked me to give to him. He took it and immediately put on a weary smile the moment he recognized what was inside it.

"Pork and cabbage, stir-fried. Smells just like how dad used to make it, too."

"I'm guessing Mama's been learning from him for quite some time."

"Aye."

As happy as he was to see the meal, he seemed hesitant on actually eating it, likely nervous that he would start crying again the instant he tastes his father's cooking that he had loved so much since he was little.

I leaned in close and gently hugged him from the side, wrapping my arms around his torso with my chin on his shoulder. Uncle let out a long sigh, then held my arms in return. It's been a long time since I've hugged him like this that I ended up holding him longer than I probably should have.

"Fran....?"

"....."

"Can I have my meal now?"

"O-Oh, right, sorry."

I promptly pulled away from him so he could eat, but kept a hand on his shoulder as a comforting gesture. My heart felt like it was being crushed when he was crying at the funeral, I wanted to rush over to him and hug him so badly in that moment, but I held myself back to not make a scene during the service.

"...How is it?" I asked him this despite the tears in his eyes more or less telling me the answer.

"Tastes just like I remember, I'll never forget Dad's cooking..."

I took my hand away for a moment to put it on his left shoulder instead, now leaning my head against his right. I just sat there while Uncle went back and forth between eating and crying while reminiscing on various stories of what him, my grandparents and Mama used to do together. I will admit it eventually made me tear up as well, and while it did not hit me as heavily as it did Uncle, I still missed my grandparents dearly.

If I could I would do almost anything just to bring them back.

"Thanks for bringing that food, Fran, and equal thanks for listening to my rambling. I just miss Ma and Pa, a lot... it hasn't even been a day yet..."

"I know, I miss them too Uncle, we all do. But they're in a better place, I'm sure they're talking their parents' and grandparents' ears off in Heaven." That last comment managed to get a small chuckle out of Uncle. I'm glad I could take his mind off things, even if it was only for a moment.

"Is there anything I can do to take your mind off of it?"

"No, I don't think so... but thanks anyway, what you've done already is more than enough." Despite his answer I could not get one thing off my mind, the yearning to comfort him more. I just wanted to ease his burden in any way I could, that was the moment when I got an idea.

"You sure there's nothing I can do...?" I asked him as I wrapped my arms around his waist and leaned against him. He just gave me a tender rub on the head as he placed the now-empty lunchbox down on the bed.

"Alright, what's the big idea?"

He took his glasses off and looked at me as he asked that, raising an eyebrow in the process. I stared back, noticing the momentary return of life in his gaze, when the entire day they had looked like he had given up on being alive entirely. I responded by leaning further onto him while not once breaking eye contact.

"Seeing you the way you were today was heartbreaking..... I just want to ease your burden in any way I can." The way the look in his eyes went from mildly curious to mildly concerned when he heard this was....enticing, for the lack of a better term.

"But you've already done so much for me, both you and your mother."

"I know, but I want to do more."

"That is kind of you, and I appreciate the gesture, but--"

"Is it wrong for me to hug you like this....?" I asked as I interrupted him.

"I..... uhm, not really, but...."

"Then what's the problem?"

Before he could answer me, I went and gently straddled him, hands on his shoulders and all. The concern in his eyes visibly grew stronger, but I didn't relent. I held my finger up to his lips as I leaned closer towards his face, where I softly start to whisper.

"All my life, I've never even seen you shed so much as a tear before..."

"Fran, w.... we promised each other, remember?"

"I just... want to make sure you won't ever cry again, not while I'm here.... not while you're with me."

"Fran...."

I took my own glasses off this time and placed them on the bedside table next to Elias' own, then leaned in until our faces were mere centimeters apart from one another.

"Just let me do this for you, one last time."

Right as I leaned in for a kiss, in his eyes I could see signs of resignation, that he knows it's pointless to resist and keep me away. After all, this wasn't the first time I had shown him this type of affection. We had agreed during the last family reunion to stop doing this, but I wanted to ease his mind in any way I could, even if it meant breaking the promise we made together.

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12:53 P.M.

"Fran? Franchesca sweetie, you okay?" I eventually snapped out of the flashback when I heard Mama's voice. It actually took me a moment to notice her sitting in front of me, having pulled a lawn chair over next to the tire swing.

"Hehh? Oh, hi Mama..."

"Hun, what's the matter? Something's clearly on your mind." Mama asked me, with a look of genuine concern on her face.

"I uhm.... I'm not sure you would want to hear it..."

"Oh come now, once you've reached my age you've heard just about everything, so tell me, what's the matter?"

"I.....oh alright, I have suspicions that Issa may or may not be doing...... intimate things with Jace, and it's got my mind going in a million different directions."

"Hmm, I see... it would not be the first time it has happened in our family, so what about it bothers you?"

"Mama! Issa is my daughter! The last thing I want is for her to end up doing the same taboo things others in our family have done!"

"I understand. Well, they say a child is a reflection of the parent, and I'm well aware of what you and Elias used to do."

"Wait, you know about that!?" My heart sank when I heard her say that. I cannot remember another time I had felt more embarrassed or ashamed of something I had previously done, and I was prepared to be scolded straight to Hell and back by Mama.