Chapter 2 #2
She nudges me aside with her shoulder and holds her plate up for a second helping.
“Come on,” she says, taking me by the hand, dragging me down onto the couch.
Setting her cake aside, she pulls off her boots, revealing adorable pink socks patterned with kittens.
She swivels sideways, facing me with one foot tucked under her butt.
Man, I wish I were that foot. Or more specifically, my face. My nose. My mouth. My tongue.
I have to set my plate on my lap, my pajama pants too thin to conceal my erect cock.
“So, what’s new other than the sunburn and bigger muscles?” She squeezes my bicep.
I crack a grin and flex my arms and pecs. “You noticed, huh?” Just as I’d hoped.
Her eyes go wide and round. “No. I mean, yes. I mean…anyone totally would,” she says, flustered.
Sure, maybe they would, like she says, but I’m glad it’s her who has.
Corinne’s voice pitches higher when she twirls the end of a lock of her hair and asks me, “So, anyone new in your life?”
“Well, there’s Dan the Man. Barely twenty-five years old, and he’s got three youngins at home to feed, plus another on the way. Then there’s Avery—”
“Avery?” Her mouth twitches.
“Mmhmm,” I say around a bite of cake. “He’s—”
“He?” Her shoulders relax. “He’s a he.” Is it my imagination, or is she pleased to find out Avery isn’t a woman?
“He sure is. He has Dan beaten by two kids. Can’t stay off his wife long enough to find another hobby, so he says.” Much as it would be for me if Corinne were my wife.
“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” Corinne leans forward to poke my stomach, perhaps lower than she intended. If it weren’t for my cake plate, her fingers would have brushed my dick. Dang plate.
“That I am,” I say seriously, finishing my cake, already hankering for a fourth helping.
“Oh?” Corinne’s brows lift.
“‘Course, I am.”
She curls her index finger, her long nails painted hot pink, and she ducks her head close to mine. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret.”
My breath stalls. Is she about to tell me she’s secretly in love with me and wants to have six of my babies?
“You have to hang out with people other than me and Uncle Declan if you actually want to find someone to have kids,” she says with a little pout.
“No, thanks,” I say glumly, surely doing a terrible job of hiding my eternal disappointment. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend time with than the two of you.”
“Then how do you plan on having kids?”
I shrug and try on a lighthearted smile. “Guess kids aren’t in the cards for me.”
Corinne’s eyes twinkle. “Well…maybe I can help with that.”
“How?”
Corinne licks her bottom lip and is about to respond when her phone rings with a video call.
Son. Of. A. Bitch. I know who that must be. Karma, come to bite me in the ass. But, you know what? I’m going to use it to my advantage.
When Corinne taps to answer the call, Declan’s face fills the screen. His light brows are pinched in the middle, and he’s surly when he asks before she can say hello, “You’re at Kason’s?” Ah, he must be tracking her location. Smart. “I thought we were going to see him together tomorrow.”
I set my plate aside, hook my arm around Corinne’s waist, and drag her onto my lap so we’re both in frame.
“Yes, siree. Our girl snuck out to see me all on her lonesome. She just couldn’t wait to see me, ain’t that right, hon?
” I prop my chin on her shoulder, which shakes when she laughs as I tickle her waist.
“Guilty,” she says, color rising high on her cheeks.
Looking at the screen, I say, “Hey, Declan.”
Declan’s expression softens with a grin, his broad chest bare and golden. He can’t stay mad at us for long. It’s one of the many things I love about him. “It’s good to see you, Kason.”
He has no idea how good it is for me to see him, too. My cock involuntarily lengthens against Corinne’s sweet ass when Declan leans back in bed, one bulky arm up, his elbow bent to cushion his head against his wooden headboard.
I know that headboard all too well after sharing an apartment with him before I took the job out west, and he moved into a one-bedroom place by himself.
I spent plenty of nights in his bed when we’d stay up late watching TV, and I’d fall asleep in his room, waking up wound around him.
Each time, I’d scuttle out of his room before he’d have a chance to wake up and freak out that his best friend’s dick was pressed against his ass.
Freaked me out, too, since I’d never responded to any of my other friends like that.
“When you get home, young lady, you’ve got some explaining to do,” Declan says to Corinne.
I nod, drawing my brows together in a serious manner. “What are you thinking? Should we ground her for a year for sneaking out this late at night?”
Corinne lets out a huff.
Declan considers it and says, “I think you might be onto something. But we ought to make it five years.”
“Nah, let’s make it ten.” I chuckle. “Plus a few good spankings ‘til she apologizes for being naughty.”
“Uncle Kason!” Corinne says, shocked.
I’m just as surprised that those words came out of my mouth unbidden, as is Declan, and he sucks in his suddenly pinkening cheeks.
“I gotta go. See you when you get home,” he says to Corinne, abruptly ending the call.
If Corinne weren’t squirming on my lap, twisting sideways to stare at me questioningly, my cock would deflate at Declan’s evident discomfort. As it is, my blood continues to rush south with Corinne halfway straddling me.
“I didn’t mean that,” I say quickly. “I was just, uh, poking fun. Playing around.”
Corinne’s eyes are hooded, and her tits rise when she takes a deep breath. “That’s a shame.”
“It is?” I drop my hands to her waist, pulling her closer.
She lowers her voice to a sultry whisper. “Though I think it will take more than a few spankings to get me to apologize.”
“That sounds like a challenge, naughty girl.” I flip her over onto the cushion on her stomach, shove the bottom of her shirt midway up her back, and bring my palm down on her right asscheek.
She arches her back with a squeal. “Uncle Kason!”
I tut and twist my body, my left knee on the cushion to the side of her thigh, my right foot braced on the floor. “That didn’t sound like an apology to me.”
She kicks her feet when I spank her ass again. “Oh my god, Uncle Kason!”
I plant my left hand over her shoulder, the underside of my dick dangerously close to sliding along her crack since her shorts are so tight, molded to the hills and valleys of her rear end. “Try again.”
Corinne laughs. “Never!”
“Then you’ve got what’s coming to you, hon.”
Corinne gasps when I grip the middle of her waistband with both hands and sharply tug her shorts down beneath her bare asscheeks, plumping them up higher. They’re so juicy, I could just sink my teeth into her flesh.
Fuck! I launch myself off my niece when a key turns in the lock on the front door.
With another gasp, one of alarm this time, Corinne scrambles off the couch, yanking her shorts up and her shirt down.
Arjun stops short, his head tilted to the side, processing what he’s walked in on. “Didn’t expect to see you here,” he says to Corinne, tossing his car keys onto the card table with a rattle, quickly sliding his dark brown gaze to me and away.
“Yeah, yeah,” she says, gulping, and she gives him an awkward wave. “Came by to say hey and drop off the cake I made for…for….”
“For your Uncle Kason,” he stresses, finally closing the door.
Though Arjun and I are roommates more out of convenience than anything else, since he goes out of town as often for work as I do, we’ve at least met each other’s families when they’ve dropped by to visit.
And Corinne? She’s family, and I’m not so certain Arjun is aware that she isn’t blood family.
At this point, though, for as long as I’ve known her, does it even matter?
Probably not to him. No wonder Arjun is trying so hard to rationalize what he saw and the man he thinks I am, else I’m a sicko.
“Mmhmm.” Corinne lifts her arm, as if checking an invisible wristwatch.
“My, my, look at the time. Best get going.” She hurries to stuff her feet into her boots while I sit like a lump on the couch as my cock finally starts to shrink.
She has her car keys and phone in hand, turning the doorknob by the time I can finally stand without my dick tenting my pants.
“Let me walk you out,” I say, swerving around Arjun, whose lips are pinched together.
In the parking lot of my small, twelve-unit apartment complex, I open the driver’s side door of Boyd’s 90’s Ford Ranger that now belongs to Corrine, but I crowd her before she can hop inside.
“Listen, I, uh…what happened back there…” I hike my thumb over my shoulder toward my apartment on the second floor, unsure how to finish my sentence without lying.
“Just fun and games, I know that,” she says, laughing it off nervously. “But, um.” She fiddles with her keys. “Maybe we shouldn’t tell Uncle Declan.”
On that, we can agree. My stomach sinks when I think of what my best friend would do to me if he found out I’d touched our niece so inappropriately, and I step back. “It’ll be our secret.” I mime zippering my mouth shut.
She seems to perk up at that, ducking her head slightly as if shy. “Our little secret.” She lightly rests a hand on my chest and rolls up onto her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. “Goodnight, Uncle Kason. See you tomorrow.”
I’ll be seeing her much sooner when I jerk myself off to a video I took last summer on our week-long vacation at the lake.
It’s one I couldn’t share with her or Declan, since I had zoomed in on Corinne’s breasts swaying side to side in her neon coral bikini as she was running away from Declan, who eventually caught her and carried her deeper into the water, both of them howling with laughter.
It’ll have to do.
How depressing.