C8 Chapter 8

JUNE

I can't tell how it happened. He was supposed to be entranced by my beauty. I was supposed to be successful in my plans, but I was unlucky. He slapped my hand off his fly and narrowed a glare at me.

“You need to snap out of this, June.” He swallowed, “you are not using your head. I bet you are still in the throes of pleasure. Get dressed and return to school. When you return, we will talk!”

“Uncle?” I gulped, trying to get his attention.

“None of us are in the right frame of mind, June.” He strolled to the door and placed his hand on the doorknob. “You are still grounded. Return home after classes, and don't spend time with that brown-haired boy.” He banged the door behind him and left.

“Fuck!” I plopped down on the bed, pissed by what just happened.

God, where did it all go wrong? I tugged on my hair, feeling like I'd lost some kind of battle. I was supposed to seduce my uncle, but I ended up getting scolded by him.

“June, return to school!” His voice reverberated in the walls of the room.

“I know!” I yelled in reply as I hastened towards my closet to get a change of clothes. Kristin won't let me off the hook if I don't attend classes.

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“You seem distracted. What happened while you were at home?” Mark tried to steal a fry from my plate, but I shot him a glare.

“Don't you dare try that.” I protectively covered my plate with my palms. “Get yours if you wish to eat fries. Why must you try to steal mine?”

“It's more delicious.” He whined, “I prefer yours.” He looked like a kid with the way he sucked on his bottom lips and folded his arms.

“News flash, this girl over here doesn't like to share.”

Well, only if your name is Kristin and you happen to be my uncle, that's it.

“Where's the love?”

“Love? Cupid took it with her.” I pop a fry into my mouth, “get yours, Mark. I'm not sharing my fries.”

He sighed. “I don't know how we got to be best friends. You are too stingy.”

“Last I checked, I have always been this way.” I beamed, “If you don't like me the way I am, you can kick the bucket, it's not like I care.”

“Sassy much?”

“You bet that.” I took another bite of my fries before I turned to look around the cafeteria. Aside from a few students who happened to be eating at the same time as us, the cafeteria was mostly empty.

“Are you coming over to my house? Dad won't be back until 9. We will have all the time in the entire world to play video games without an adult breathing down our neck to remind us of our assignments.” He managed to steal a fry from my plate, but I pretended not to see him.

Mark does what he wants. No amount of covering my plate can keep his wandering hands from stealing a fry or two.

“I would have loved to, but my dear old uncle grounded me.” I sighed, “that man is out for my life.”

“What's the deal with him?” Mark frowned. “You are no longer a baby. Why will he ground you?”

“Beats me.” I failed to mention that I saw him having sex with two whores, and masturbated at the sight. And not only that but I was caught by my uncle. That didn't stop me, though. I ended up masturbating to the thoughts of my uncle and was caught —again, this time with a vibrator.

Well, that's more than enough reason for him to ground me —not that I support his decision or whatever.

“He needs to give you the chance to live your life. Hell, you are no longer in high school.”

“He still thinks I'm in kindergarten.” I pop another fry into my mouth.

The problem with my uncle is this. He still sees me as a girl in nappies. He doesn't see me as a grown-up. I'm still a baby in his sight. And that, right there, pisses me off more than anything else. I wish for him to see me as more than a kid. I'm a grown-arse woman, for God's sake.

Mark chuckled, “he's just like my father. Though the old pop buys cars for me, most times, he still thinks I'm the little Mikey. Takes him hours to figure out that Mikey has grown.”

I chuckled at his words. It reminded me of his seventeenth birthday. He asked for a car, and the father got a toy car for him. God, the old professor had a pleased expression on his face when he handed the car over to him.

It took several tantrums from Mike before he got a real sports car for him. Yet, on more than one occasion, the old man still treats him as Mikey, not Mark.

“You won't be laughing if you are 6—”

My phone started ringing, cutting his words short. My phone was a gift from Kristin. He gave it to me on my 19th birthday a few months ago.

The iPhone 14 Pro he got for me was exactly the one I asked for months ago, and he got it for me on my birthday.

I checked the caller ID, and a sigh escaped my mouth. I should have known he was the one calling.

“Who's that?” Mark stretched his neck, so he could look into my phone.

“Kristin,” I answered the call. “Hello, uncle. What do —”

“I'm at the gate. Be there in ten.”

“Uncle?”

“Your time starts now.” He disconnected without waiting for me to say anything.

“What's wrong? Why did he call?” Mark raised a brow.

“He's here to pick me.” I stood up from my chair and slung my backpack behind me. “See you tomorrow, Mark. Don't be late. If possible, be there by six!” I hastened out of the cafeteria and towards the gate. As I rushed over, I wondered what my uncle is doing here…

Could it be that he needed me to keep to his orders by not sticking to Mark?

Sure as hell, Kristin was at the gate when I showed up seven minutes later. How did I get there earlier, you might ask? Well, I ran.

“Took you long enough, didn't it?” He raised a brow.

He's dressed in a black shirt, which he tucked into dark blue slacks. The shirt hugged his body, perfectly outlining his masculine features. His black dyed hair is slicked to the side, giving him a more boyish look.

Overall, my uncle looked yummy. It made me wish to take a bite, but I know that will only land me in more trouble.

“June?”

I blinked. “Seven minutes isn't late. I'm three minutes early.” I folded my arms, “why are you here?”

“To take you home. I'm going to the office, so I needed to be certain you are home in time since you are grounded. Now, get in the car.” He strode to the driver's side and got in, while I begrudgingly did the same.

“For how long am I grounded?” I folded my arms.

“Until you repent of your actions.” He said with a straight face, with no trace of a smile on his face.

“Repent of my actions? What exactly did I do wrong, Uncle? I'm a woman now. Of course, I have my wants!”

“And your wants are masturbating to your uncle? God damn it, June!” He hit his palm on the steering wheel, pissed by my words.

“Is there anything wrong with that?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You don't seem to have a problem fucking whores, why will the idea of me masturbating put your mind in overdrive!”

“June!" He called out in a warning tone. The veins on his forehead popped out, to show how indignant this uncle of mine is.

“What's wrong? Is it a crime for me to masturbate? Damn it, other girls are doing it!”

“But not to the thoughts of their uncles!”

“Then, do you mean I can do it to the thoughts of other guys?”

“No.”

His outburst made me raise a brow. “No?”