'Unyielding'
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"Aaahan, ahhh.....nho.....!"
Despite my best efforts, two of Jace's fingers, his index and middle, got in knuckle deep and were pumping in and out of my drooling inner folds in a slow but steady rhythm, which perhaps is the only reason I haven't turbo-orgasmed yet.
My hands remained gripped on his wrist, desperately trying to get him to at least slow down, but his slow and relentless assault on my g-spot made it quite hard to summon my strength which is already starting to wane at this point.
"My fingers went in quite easily, granted you're leaking like a broken pipe."
"J-Jace Jace, wait....nnhh....!"
I try to speak in between gasps and whimpers, but my idiot uncle's too busy stirring my innards with his fat fingers while my efforts to stop him or at least slow him down are in vain. Closing and clenching my thighs don't work; tried it the second he pushed his fingers in and it just made him dig even deeper inside me.
"Now now, we're just getting to the good part, your moans are starting to sound cute."
"Nhhaaha, I'm g-gonna cummm...!" Jace spreads my pussy open with his digits for a second, then grinds his middle finger on my g-spot yet again causing my legs to shake a bit. It's like he's trying to make it accommodate something far bigger than any of his fingers. No fucking way he's gonna....
"And that's bad because?"
"Aughh, nho fuck.....I'm g-gonna.....gonn—"
"Whoops, hold on now." Jace abruptly pulls his fingers out of my wet, quivering crevice, ceasing all of the sweet stimuli and leaving my pussy throbbing and empty. I lean back on his chest while panting slightly, unsure if I'm supposed to feel frustrated or relieved. His hands remain under my shorts, but made sure not to make contact with even my vulva.
"Haahh, aahh.....holy shit...."
"Are you usually this noisy when you masturbate?"
Managing to recover some of my strength, I grip Jace's wrist and try to pull his hand away again from my aching bits. The same outcome repeats, namely his arm not even budging a single centimeter despite my utmost efforts.
"I think that's e-enough touching for the day, Jace....g-get your hand off—"
Jace just calmly pinches my clit to relieve me of my strength again, as well as putting me back on the verge of orgasm. Just one, tiny, swift move and I'm back to dancing on his stupid palm.
"Hiinnnghh.......!"
"Bad girl, Issa."
My hands throttled Jace's wrist at opposing directions but with it protected by the sleeve of his hoodie, even that one failed to stop him. The heat in my cunt is overwhelming and my head is constantly going back and forth between wanting to cum and just wanting this to end, with the former having the upper hand.
"I'm s-sorry, ahha please....."
Without saying anything back, Jace wraps his free arm around my left shoulder, then holds my chin where he makes me tilt my head a bit. Before I could even finish my thought of what he's about to do, I feel his lips press down on my neck and immediately go to town, leaving gently and almost loving smooches on my sensitive skin.
"M-Mmhnnaaa....! J-Jace....!"
"This should help you...."
A little busy with him laying down kisses and hickeys on my bare neck, Jace takes the liberty of also reinserting his fingers inside my pussy and going back to pumping them in and out of me.
Of course he focuses on my g-spot again, stroking that area so deliciously that I find myself moving my hips in rhythm with the movements of his fingers.
A battle on two fronts that I am losing against, I find myself drooling as I try to keep my voice down, given that's the only thing I can really do at this point.
"Nhgghaah, I c-can't....I'mmmghm....!!"
A bite paired alongside a soft growl coming from Jace, I feel his teeth sink into my skin once more.
In an instant, my vision slightly blurs as my pleasure reaches its peak; as my cunt muscles clench down like a vice on his fingers, a stream of hot fluids erupt from it while I shriek in absolute delight with my head leaning backwards on Jace's shoulder.
My shorts managed to catch most of my squirt, though that didn't really stop it from splashing everywhere on the floor; merely, they kept it from projectile-spraying across the room like a broken water fountain.
"Woahh!"
It seemed he was surprised seeing me burst like a fountain from my crotch, but even then that didn't stop him from fingering me immediately after I was done squirting and soaking my shorts. Though he then quickly ceased all of his movements when I instantly began convulsing on top of him like a fish out of water.
"Ah my bad, my bad."
"L-Let me.....let me gooooo...."
I struggle from his grasp like a drunk who had just woken up. Surprisingly, Jace unhands me almost immediately with little resistance, letting me fall to the floor on all fours while twitching like a newly born fawn.
"Had I known you were a squirter, I would've taken your shorts off."
"....F-Fuck....you....."
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1:15 P.M.
Lunch time. Mom made her signature mac and cheese for all of us to enjoy. I'm sat across the table from Jace, that smug look on his face reminding me of what happened only fifteen minutes earlier. Granted, I did start it, but to me he kind of went overboard with the whole thing, not to mention made me soil my favorite pair of shorts.
Now I'm stuck here wearing a bath towel around my waist trying to finish my food as fast as I can so I can go take a shower.
"Everything alright, Issa? I hope Jace isn't too much of a bother." Gramma pipes up, probably concerned that I had been sitting there staring into nothing while holding a spoonful of mac and cheese. Jace stares at me intently with a slight smile, like he knows I won't bring up what we had been up to in our room.
"A-Ah no no, he's not. Don't worry about it, Gramma."
"Though he has the face of a thug, he's a gentle dear who's made quite a number of friends out here, though they've mostly moved to the city by now. Most of them were girls though, for some reason."
"Mostly girls?" Mom asks, equally as curious as Gramma herself, though I had an inkling of an idea.
"Yeah, last summer he'd have a girl over every week, sometimes two at the same time. I asked Jace about it and he'd just tell me they were friends or classmates."
I glanced over at Jace while Gramma spoke. Him and I made eye contact for a split second before he redirected his gaze towards his food. I quickly put two and two together, between Gramma telling us this and the fact that he seems to be awfully familiar with how to make a girl cum.
"...Fuckboy—knnghhh!" Out of nowhere, my pinkie toe is struck hard by something, very likely Jace's foot, causing me to curl up with my head slumped down on the table while I groan in pain.
"Mmm? What was that, dear?"
"Issa choked on her food, I'll get her some water." Jace spoke on my behalf before immediately making his way to the sink, leaving me no chance to retaliate.
"Issa, be more careful. As I was saying, one of Jace's close friends is the cashier at the local convenience store. I don't remember where she is at the moment, but I hope she comes back soon, she was the nicest for me."
I'll get this fucker once I get the chance.
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1:20 P.M.
Inside the bathroom of our shared bedroom, I sat under the warm, running water of the shower above me, washing off the sweat and the carnal juices that idiot Jace managed to milk out of me. I haven't felt that much rapture in years, maybe when I masturbated after being horny for an entire day, so much so the urge to touch myself again was strong and tempting.
"Mmmhh, the warmth of the shower's real nice....."
"Yeah, Ma likes the water hot and steamy, cold water makes her sluggish."
.....Oh yeah, and Jace is laying on the tub as well, equally as naked as I am and the only real reason why I haven't 'tilled the garden' to my heart's content right where I was at, sitting on a small stool.
I had my arms around my chest, even though that was kind of moot seeing as he's already been knuckle-deep in my hooha before.
"Mind reminding me why the fuck you're in here too?"
Jace turns to me with a look that's a mix of smug and relaxation.
"Main bathroom's tub is too small for me." The look in his eyes, the slight smile, and the way he looks at me tells an entirely different story, though.
I grab one of my shampoo bottles next to me and start pour some on my hands.
"Soooo....'friends', huh? One per week, sometimes two. God, I hope you're always wearing protection at least....." Immediately, I'm reminded of the kind of guys my school friends hang out and fuck with. Pump-and-dump random girls, maybe have them around every now and then as 'convenient pussy', as they put it. Such men have always disgusted me even post-breakup and now I have an uncle for one.
"Pretty sure that's common sense. So you don't have to worry about anything." Jace then turns to me with another smile.
I make eye contact with him right as those words left his mouth. He must've seen my face turn beet red before I bashfully looked away from him, going back to lathering my hair with shampoo foam.
"Y-Yeww no, fuck! Even if you wore thirty c-condoms, I'd rather—"
*Splash*
I hear Jace get out of the tub and promptly walk over to me, and with my eyes blinded by the shampoo suds, the sound of his wet footsteps becoming louder was the only indicator he was heading my way, where I sense him kneel behind me.
"Nah, you'll learn to love it eventually, just like the rest of my 'friends' did." I felt his breath spread on my earlobe as he whispered that to me. I also felt his left hand hold my shoulder as he promptly went in to kiss me on the back of my wet neck, earning quite the erotic moan from me while my back arched from the sudden pleasure.
"Nmaaa—ahchh...." Two of his fingers push into my open mouth from the side, where he then starts to fondle my tongue with them as if to keep me from protesting verbally. This is along with him going to town on my sensitive neck in the same manner he did much earlier before we ate lunch.
I try reaching my arms back or even turning around but Jace had me held firmly in place, and all I could do was hold his wrists with my sud-covered hands.
"Hinngh....hhaah! W-Wai...shtahh....aannghhn!"
"Mm-mm.......ah, Ma's calling us. Rinse yourself now, my little niece, we're going to the store!"
Jace lets go of me right after he whispered that before exiting the bathroom, leaving me very much aching and empty after what he had just done. My lower jaw trembles a bit as I try to go back to taking a shower even when there's currently a burning heat in my groin, screaming at me to relieve it.
One my idiot uncle left behind because he couldn't keep his grubby hands to himself.
".....F-Fuck's sake, Jace.....♡"
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1:31 P.M.
"Two chlorine bottles......ah, here's a good detergent."
I'm currently walking across the isles of a local convenience store with Jace, holding the item basket for him while he picks out which items to buy. Apparently the house we're currently staying at is one of Grandpappy's old houses that got turned into a vacation home, and Gramma plans on cleaning it out with our help.
For a small town C-store, it sure is spacious, so much so a small child could get lost in it.
One shelf caught my attention though, namely the condom box shelf. Boxes of different sizes and different colors, each with varying amounts of rubber in them. Jace's claim about always wearing protection immediately came to mind; he's likely a frequent customer of these here if he had a lay every other week.
".....Hey, Earth to Issa. Let's go, let's get these checked out."
"Haeh?? O-Oh, right."
"Staring at them like that, if you wanted to buy a box, just say so, y'know. I've got some spare change here."
"Oh piss off, I'm just a little intrigued of how many there are."
I watch as the cashier rings up all of our items, a young man with a name tag that says 'Alex'. A little older than us, he seemed to stare intently and/or curiously at me while occasionally glancing over at Jace.
"Back to your old habits eh, Jay?" He spoke to Jace like an old friend. Makes sense, for all I know he could be living right next door. What 'old habits' is he talking about, though?
As if on cue, Jace's hand creeps on to my ass, grabbing and groping it like he was molding raw bread dough. I had to physically keep myself from making any noise, though Alex definitely noticed the discomfort in my face, not that he said anything about it. Through my thin sweatpants, his hand and fingers felt extra sensual, like he's grabbing me by my bare skin. Biting my lower lip quickly stopped working, as a moan or two escaped my mouth after a few seconds.
Unwilling to be groped like this in the middle of a C-store, not to mention in front of the fucking cashier, I immediately grabbed Jace's wrist and throttled the skin as hard as I could.
"Ah, you know me, man. It's summer vacation anyway, why not—aaaaaaahhhgh!"
"Actually, I'm this guy's niece, and would much rather fuck a cactus raw than his dick wrapped in thirty condoms. Now c'mon, me and him have a house to clean."
After I told him to hurry up and not looking to upset me further, Alex hastily packs all of our items into a large eco-bag, then out the main door we went with Jace trailing behind me holding his reddened, sore wrist and groaning from the mild pain.
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CHAPTER END
"Keep poking the dam, and it'll burst with a slam."