In His Arms

Chapter 8

'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 lost my v-card to Jace, my blood uncle, earlier today. Or more accurately, the fact that I gave it to him, very willingly, and that I wish I enjoyed it more thoroughly considering I won't be experiencing it again, unless of course I get myself another boyfriend, a major pain in the cunt that I don't think I currently have the patience and 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 is 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.