In His Arms

Chapter 12

"Brewing Storm"

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7:22 P.M.

"Do you think I should make my hair shorter? I've been thinking of changing my hairstyle lately."

Issa sat in front of a large mirror that's beside my desk, combing her long, jet-black hair that goes halfway down her backside. I watched her do this for probably 5 minutes, a little mesmerized by how smooth it looked whenever her comb brushes past it.

"What do you mean?"

"Shorten my hair, y'know, maybe a wolf cut or even pixie c—"

"No."

I blurted out without thinking or waiting for her to finish speaking. Issa certainly got caught off-guard, and she turned to me with a slightly confused and surprised look on her face. Seeing this I immediately cleared my throat to try and mitigate the resulting awkwardness.

"I-I mean....... why? You already look good enough in that style. I'd say the ponytail suits you just fine."

Issa quickly looked back at the mirror with a bashful smile on her face, before continuing to comb her black locks. I got up and sat behind her, holding her gently by the shoulders.

"Let some strands hang around the sides of your head just like you always do. I think it looks perfect." I explained while holding some locks down the sides of Issa's face. Her cheeks turned more and more red the more I spoke, clearly being flattered by my words and then some.

"....You really think so?"

"Yeah, it complements your head and face perfectly. And besides..."

"Mmm?"

I leaned close to Issa's ear and proceeded to whisper into it.

"...Don't you like having your hair pulled while I plow you? 'Cause I certainly do." Issa bashfully bit her lower lip hearing that, gently elbowing me on the chest before covering her face with both her hands. I couldn't help but chuckle at this reaction while I pull her a little closer to me, arms wrapped around her waist.

"Stoooop~ You're not supposed to say that to your niece~ ♡"

I caressed Issa's face from behind, tenderly rubbing it before leaning towards her ear one more time.

"Please, I've done worse things to you~" And just to hammer that point home, I gave Issa a soft kiss on the spot just below her ear, earning a rather adorable moan from her.

"N-Naahm....Jace w-wait, I'm still c-combing.....♡"

She gently tried to free herself from my grasp, but I held her firmly, ignoring her little plea, and began to lower my lips down on the smooth skin of her neck. Her little struggle instantly melts and she's reduced to a moaning mess, but I didn't stop. I kept kissing and licking my niece's neck as if it had a pair of lips on it, even leaving a hickey or two that completely stood out on her white complexion.

"N-Nhmm.....ahnnn.....! J-Jaceee.....! ♡"

Her left hand gripped on my hair right as she turned to the side, her face flushed and quite red from arousal.

"H-Hang on, hang on.... let me turn around....."

I let her do so, and she promptly straddled me with her hands on my shoulders right before quickly pulling me into a hot and heavy make out sesh. We engaged in quite a bit of some heavy tongue-wrestling, with Issa taking the lead in a very excited manner. I try to match her energy the best that I could, but it seems I've revved her up to max capacity from the lip action I gave her on the neck.