Caged By My Devil Uncle

Chris’s Video

When I look into Kenneth’s eyes, I know something significant is about to happen.

In the midst of my trance, Kenneth’s fingers kept swimming.

Kenneth chuckled as I glared at him. It’s “punishment” for you.

The fact that he punished him didn’t bother me. He punished me even though I didn’t even get a phone call for two days.

 It made me feel anxious to think of being in a crowd of people.

Uncle, I beg of you not to…”

“Won’t Chris have a great time?”

Exciting! It was a lot of fun. As though on a roller coaster, I was on the verge of collapsing at any moment.

I felt as though my spirit was leaving my body when Warren suddenly rolled over

I waited with bated breath for Warren to come out of his slumber, only to discover that he had just rolled over and gone to sleep.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

My back is cold and sweaty after such a small movement.

“In the United States, what are you up to, Uncle? In the morning, why didn’t you notify me that you were going?” 

I had assumed that Kenneth had no interest in me at all. He went without even making a phone call. 

A “business trip.”

“Is it really that coincidental? ”

“What’s wrong?”

I was in a bad mood again, and I couldn’t seem to shake it. Seeing Kenneth again was a pleasant surprise. Unfortunately, Kenneth made no secret of it, and I was concerned Warren would catch on.

  “do you think I’m not putting in enough effort? and you want once more .”

 Please stop!

He squatted down, crawled into the blanket, and separated my legs. Then he lifted my body and half of my trousers. Then I felt a sense of softness. His tongue reached into my vagina. I wanted to resist, but the softness made me unable to refuse. He sucked hard as if he was sucking sweet milk. He tightened his strength, His tongue stirred more violently in my womb, rubbing my breasts with his hands, and I grabbed the blanket with great strength. If anyone found it, tell them that Kenneth was picking up something. His tongue beat faster and slapped back and forth between my labia, soft and limp

I was tossed by him the whole way Warren was asleep.

“Chris, what’s the matter with you? You’re blushing!”

The gloomy light makes it difficult for Warren to see my flushed cheeks. Kenneth laughed softly to himself.

“Yes, Chris, what’s up with your rosy cheeks? Is your temperature rising?”

Kenneth was on the verge of placing his hand on top of mine.

This Uncle is very sleazy, I can’t believe it!

When he finally asks, I can’t wait to bite his finger off. Clearly, he made me like this.

But when I think of where this finger has just stayed, I lose my desire to eat

 I turned away and couldn’t look at him any longer, especially his fingers.

Warren’s point of view

My eyes went completely black when I saw them. Chris’s fear of Kenneth had lessened despite the fact that he didn’t put his hand on her forehead.

This is a bad sign, especially given how close they are to each other.

In the end, “OK, I won’t bother you, because I’m just a bit hungry.” 

I contacted the stewardess to request a dinner for Kenneth after hearing their chat.

International aviation’s first-class meals are some of the best in the industry.

Kenneth surprised Chris with fruit, sour “milk,” and cakes, all of which were favorites of Chris’s.

I witnessed Chris devour cupcakes and fruit.

Since when did they develop such a close bond, and why? My initial impression of the relationship between the two of them is that it’s suspicious.

Chris’s pov

Seeing Warren’s eyes on me after a few bites, I realized I had taken it all too naturally.

The truth is, I only ever met Kenneth twice in the Wilson family, according to Warren’s impression.

When Kenneth saw me coming, he would quake in fear. My fork nearly fell off the dish since he didn’t say anything.

I ate the fruit given to me by Kenneth just now and didn’t give it a second thought. Warren had no doubts about it at all.

In the future, I’ll have to be a little more careful. “Brother, thank you for your fruit,” I’d like to say to Kenneth.

The point of view of Kenneth

I was hesitant to help her since I could see the tiny woman winking at me.

“I have no idea how Warren made you so skinny.”

“Chris does appear to be underweight. In the future, I’ll pay closer attention. I’m glad you reminded me of this.”

“Hum.”

Chris’s  pov

Why am I listening to this bizarre thing while sandwiched between two people?

Since Warren woke up.  Kenneth didn’t torture me anymore.

Even though they are in the same room, the uncle and nephew have nothing in common. Following the conclusion of this discussion, Kenneth continue to sleep. Warren took out his notebook. I sat in a chair and read a magazine.

This time, Kenneth fell asleep and never woke up. His two days left me curious, so I inquired as to what he had been up to.

Warren waved goodbye as he exited the terminal at the airport. “Then, Uncle, it looks like we’re parting ways.”

Kenneth said his goodbyes in the traditional manner, which was walking away without truning his head.

“How bad is the relationship between that… Uncle and the Wilson family?” I asked when I caught a glimpse of Kenneth’s back.

“It’s a mess.”

“It can’t be expressed in a single sentence in this place. Keep a safe distance from him if you ever run into him again.” Warren commented.

“Why?”

It will be clear in the future; for now, let’s check into the hotel. Our driver has arrived.

We were driven by Warren in a Mercedes-Benz business and Kenneth in a huge cross-country suv.

I realized my phone was on and received the text message, “Baby, we will meet again soon,” shortly after it was turned on.

When we arrived at the hotel, Warren gave me the room card and we drove in. “I’m not sure how quickly I adjusted to life in the United States when I first arrived. First and foremost, take some sleep.”

It’s all right,” he says.

Even though I was able to sleep for a short time on the plane, the quality of my sleep was mediocre.

He instructed me frequently, “Come and knock at the door if you have something, or call me.” My room was right next door to his.

“Good night, Mr. Warren,” 

In the United States, it’s daytime, I hadn’t flipped the jet lag upside down.

I hurried into the bathroom with my luggage, eager to soak in the tub and drift off to sleep.

I was almost fatigued from not being able to move about on the plane after being there for so long.

I called Kenneth as soon as I entered the house. Inquiry: “Where are you, Uncle?”

“guess”

“When the United States is so vast, how can guess? My Uncle would be   In the past two days, you haven’t called or contacted me. Where have you been?”

“guess.”

“Are you dating other girls ?” 

“you can verify me.”

, “How can I verify this?” 

“Let me show you how it’s done, sweetie. I’ll have to call back later.”

 If he’s not too busy, he’ll get back to me.

It was time for a bath after I finished stretching in the room, cleaned the bathtub, and emptied it.

There is a knocking sound at the door.

“Who?”

“Miss, do you require special service?”

when I heard this familiar voice. I swung open the door and dragged him into the room.

My thin waist was grasped by Kenneth, who then shoved me against the wall.

“Chris you’re so anxious,?”

My mouth was agape. “My uncle is! I’d like to know how you ended up here!”

Warren is in the opposite room.

“I know,” The expression on Kenneth’s face is one of a smile, but his eyes convey an entirely different message.

“If that is the case, how dare you come in and start a conversation at the front door? If he overhears it, it may be…”