Reign Of Loner

The exhaustion had finally caught up to me. After the whole Charles and Joey fiasco, that weird eccentric patron, Stacy's crazy challenges, and then Aunt Christine's unexpected visit, my body just decided to shut down. I crashed hard, sinking into a deep, dreamless sleep, the kind where you don't even remember closing your eyes. It was a well-deserved blackout, if I do say so myself, especially after the system had given me some pretty satisfactory results. I was out cold.

(Christine's perspective)

My eyes fluttered open, or at least, I thought they did. I was still half-asleep, drifting in that hazy space between dreams and reality. Then, a strange sensation hit me. Something thick and hard was pressed against my crotch. My sleepy brain, or maybe just my body, reacted instinctively. I started rubbing myself against it, a slow, unconscious movement. It felt… good. Really good. Intoxicating, even. A soft moan almost escaped my lips, but it was caught in my throat.

Then, like a splash of cold water, a sudden realization slammed into me. Wait a minute. I was sleeping with Adam yesterday. My nephew. So what, or rather, whose was this incredibly firm, thick… thing I was rubbing against?

My eyes snapped open, wide and disbelieving. I slowly, cautiously, lifted my head. There it was. Adam's rock-hard penis, poking out from his slightly loose shorts. My breath hitched. Oh. My. God. It was huge. And thick. I mean, truly massive. My mind, still foggy from sleep, was completely enchanted by the sight.

OMG! How can someone have a penis this big?

My gaze lingered, fascinated. His shorts were just loose enough that the tip of his penis had popped out, a defiant, impressive sentinel. A wave of nervousness washed over me. What the hell am I thinking? This was normal. Morning wood. Guys get it. But still, could someone really have a penis this long?

My mind raced, trying to process what I was seeing. My years in the modeling industry had been… restrictive. Boyfriends were a no-go, a distraction, a potential scandal. And honestly, most of the men I'd encountered in that world were scumbags anyway. So, yeah, this was my first time seeing a real dick up close. But then, the next thought hit me, hard. Wait, this is my nephew's penis! I can't be attracted to it! The very idea felt wrong, forbidden.

Just as I was trying to wrestle my thoughts into submission, his shorts, perhaps due to my unconscious movements, slipped down further. And there it was, his dick, popping straight out, fully exposed, right in front of me.

When I truly looked at it, his real thing, my enchantment deepened. How long can a dick even be? From what I could guess, it had to be at least ten inches—and thick, too, maybe one and half inches in diameter. My imagination, now completely untethered, started running wild. How would it feel if this monster was inside my small, virgin pussy?

"Oh God! What the hell am I thinking?!" I whispered, my cheeks burning.

But then, a new, more immediate curiosity took over. What's its texture like? Just a little touch wouldn't hurt, right? No harm in a quick investigation. My hand, almost without my conscious command, reached out. His penis was incredibly thick, rock hard, and, disturbingly, very attractive. I don't know why, but some primal female instinct was driving me towards my nephew's dick.

I leaned closer, my gaze fixed on it. I even started sniffing. The smell was distinctly, powerfully manly. My brain, already struggling to process everything, began to crash. It was too much. The sight, the feel, the smell…

Suddenly, Adam stirred, still deep in sleep, and without warning, he shoved his dick right into my mouth.

My eyes widened in shock. His dick was so big, and my mouth was so small. Just the tip alone hit the back of my throat, making me choke. But he didn't stop. He was still asleep, completely oblivious, and he kept shoving, pushing deeper. I was at the very end of his dick, my throat stretched to its limit, when his grip on whatever he was holding in his sleep loosened. That was my chance. I pulled back, scrambling away from him, and practically flew towards the bathroom.

Leaning against the cool tiles, I gasped for air, my throat raw and stuffy. I'd been choked, just moments ago. It was painful, yes, but… it was also exciting. Addicting, even. A strange, sweet kind of pain. I couldn't understand it. This was wrong, so wrong, but a part of me had actually enjoyed it.

What the hell is going on?

This was one hell of a morning. This was a mistake, a complete accident, and it could never happen again. It wasn't Adam's fault, I reassured myself. I'd checked him repeatedly; he was in a deep sleep. It was an accident, yeah! Just an accident, Chris. Everything is fine. Fine.

I repeated the words like a mantra, trying to convince myself, trying to calm the frantic beating of my heart. But even as I said it, a part of me knew that something had irrevocably shifted.

(End of Christine's perspective)

I took a deep, satisfying breath, stretching out in bed. Ah, that felt good. Super relaxed. My eyes drifted open, and I noticed Aunt Christine's side of the bed was empty. She must have already woken up. Good for her.

After a quick mental check of my morning routine, I decided to get a head start on school preparations. I hopped out of bed, threw on some comfy clothes, and headed downstairs.

As I reached the living room, I saw Mom perched on the couch, her fingers flying across her laptop keyboard, clearly deep in work. I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her shoulders, and gave her a gentle hug.

"Good morning, Mom!" I chirped, resting my chin on her head.

She leaned back into my embrace, a soft smile gracing her lips. "Good morning, dear," she replied, her voice a little tired. "I'm sorry, I wasn't able to prepare breakfast. I'm a little too busy this morning."

"No worries, Mom," I said, giving her a comforting squeeze. "Let me do it."

She turned her head, her eyes warm with affection. "Aw! You're so sweet, Adam. Thank you so much, darling."

I grinned, feeling a little proud. Heading into the kitchen, I found Aunt Christine already there, pouring herself a glass of orange juice. She noticed me as I walked in.

"Good morning, Aunt Chris," I said, trying to sound casual. "Did you have any problems while sleeping?"

She looked up, and for a split second, I thought I saw a faint blush on her cheeks. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "Good morning, Adam," she said, her voice a little higher than usual. "I had the best sleep in a while! Want some orange juice?"

"Sounds good to me," I replied, walking over to the counter.

She poured another glass, her hand steady, and handed it to me. "Here's your glass."

"Thanks," I said, taking a sip. It was cold and refreshing. "What would you like to eat for breakfast, Aunt?"

She looked back at me, a thoughtful expression on her face. "Hmm… I would be very happy if I got a cup of mocha, some croissants, and Banista. I'm sorry for being a little too demanding." She sounded genuinely embarrassed, her eyes darting away for a moment.

I chuckled. "Don't worry, Aunt. Your personal chef is here! I'll make everyone's favorite. You can rest."

"Oh, let me help you," she offered, stepping closer.

"No, no, I'll handle everything," I insisted, waving a hand. "Don't worry."

Before I could react, she hugged me from behind, her arms wrapping around my waist. "Oh! I love you so much, Adam. I really want to keep you to myself forever. But unfortunately, I can't. Okay, I'll go now."

Then, she was gone, leaving me in a daze. Her huge… assets… had pressed against my back, and I was completely astonished. My brain seemed to short-circuit for a second.

"Adam, earth to Adam!" I muttered to myself, shaking my head to clear it. Time to focus on breakfast.

I started planning, trying to remember everyone's favorites. Isabel, my sister, loved milk tea, toast with butter, a fruit salad, scrambled eggs, and tomato soup. Mom, on the other hand, was a dark coffee person, and she adored Caprese Eggs Benedict with Hollandaise. And now Aunt Christine's mocha, croissants, and Banista.

It hit me. I had to prepare so many dishes! This was going to be a proper feast. After a quick mental inventory of the fridge, I got to work.

Joyce's thought, "Thank God, I was able to control my emotions when Adam hugged me just now. Otherwise, today, I would have turned red just like yesterday. But the question is, why am I so excited when my son touches me? Whenever he gives me a massage, I'm on the verge of climaxed. Yesterday, I even moaned. I'm perfectly fine when I'm working or doing anything else, but when Adam touches me, there's this jolt running inside me. I'm so frustrated. Why am I loving my stepson's touch? This is so ridiculous."

Christine's thought, "Huh! Holy God, I didn't make the environment awkward between us. Due to the morning incident. I was able to communicate without any embarrassment. Thank God he doesn't know anything, otherwise, my reputation as an aunt would be ruined. I shouldn't need to remember that accident. That was just a nightmare, and what you can call? That was a mistake, and that will never happen again.

An hour of hard work later, the kitchen was a whirlwind of delicious aromas, and the breakfast table was laden with an array of dishes. Everything was ready. I looked around, realizing Isabel wasn't there yet. I headed towards her room, my mind still on the food. I opened the door and walked in, forgetting to knock in my haste.

When I entered, I saw my sister, who was in the same standard as me, looking absolutely spectacular. Her brown eyes, just like Mom's, held a unique sparkle. Her wavy, long, shiny, silk, and bouncy chocolate-brown hair was spread around her, enchanting. Her baby pink lips looked delicious. She was young, but her figure was undeniably intoxicating. Her front and back proportions were perfect. Her big breasts and ass were… well, perfect. There weren't enough words to explain her beauty.

While I was admiring her, completely zoned out, she spoke, her tone smug. "Do you have enough eye candy, Adam?"

Her voice jolted me back to reality. I stammered, my cheeks heating up. "Is… Isabel, I came to call you for breakfast. But I didn't know you were getting dressed. I should go, now." Even as I spoke, my stare was still fixed on her.

She took a step closer, wearing an enticing pair of silk and black lace lingerie. "You know what, Adam," she said, a playful smirk on her lips, "if you're going to stare, at least come up with a better excuse. You know I can still feel your gaze on me."

My stammering got worse. "It's not like what you think, I just wanted to tell you that breakfast is ready. So, you should come before it gets cold." I was reluctant to accept that I was staring at her. "And why would I stare at you? We're siblings."

She looked at my face, her smirk widening. "You know what, my bro, if you're willing to stare at my body, I am letting you stare at me as much as you want."

My face flushed crimson. That was it. I turned and practically ran out of the room.

Isabel's thought, "What the hell am I doing? I teased my brother with my body. But I really love it when he stares at me. It gives me a jolt. I really love it when he looks at me. And I said to him that if he wants, I'm willing to show him my body. Why am I saying all this weird stuff? My brain is in total chaos after I saw his erection yesterday when he was sleeping. Huh, God, where are you? My brain is not working properly. I need some help, but still, I love his stare when he was zoned out. It makes me feel beautiful and proud. But when others stare and praise my beauty, I feel disgusted. But today, this is different. What the hell is going on?"

A few minutes later, Isabel came downstairs, looking perfectly composed in her school uniform. Mom, Aunt Christine, and Isabel were all seated at the dining table.

"Today, I prepared everyone's favorite," I announced, beaming. "So eat as much as you want!"

Everyone's faces lit up. Isabel's eyes widened. "OMG! You made so many dishes!"

Mom looked genuinely surprised. "Oh, Adam, I'm amazed! You're literally a master at everything, like, woah!"

Aunt Christine practically shouted, "This is the best Banista I have ever tried!"

Seeing everyone's happy faces at the start of the day, it was pure bliss. After a hearty breakfast, Isabel and I headed out for school.

On the way, Isabel turned to me. "As you remember, tomorrow is our date."

"Yeah, I remember," I confirmed.

"Excellent," she said. "But Adam, I need to run. I have some work in the student council because, as you know, I'm the secretary of the student council."

"It's okay," I said. "You should go."

She gave me a quick wave and then darted off, disappearing around the corner. I was alone now, walking the rest of the way to school. This was a good chance to check in with the system. I pulled out my phone and opened the system interface.

A notification popped up immediately: You have received 50 Prayer Coin.

I checked my status, curious to see if anything else had changed.

Status:

Name: Adam Wilson

Strength: 80

Agility: 74

Endurance: 70

Mentality: 92

Intelligence: 90

Mana: 50

Potential: Undetectable

Skills: [Normal Close Combat], [Boxing Proficiency], [Weapon Expertise], [Expert Massager], [Experienced Strategist]

Passive Skills: [Great Leader], [Self-healing]

Coins: [Prayer Coin: 330], [Fear Coin: 150]

Just as I was absorbing the updated coin count, a new mission popped up. The screen glowed red, a clear sign that this was a 'love mission.'

[Love Mission]: Archangel fall in love.

[Objective]: Your aunt should fall in love.

[Duration]: 20 days

[Penalty for Failure]: Castration

[Reward]: [Super power: Extraction] , mysterious item.

"I already guessed this," I muttered to myself, a wry smile playing on my lips. The system had a knack for throwing surprises my way.

Then, another notification appeared, a side mission this time.

[Side Mission]: Secrets

[Objective]: Find the secrets behind you aunt leaving the modelling.

[Duration]: 1 day

[Penalty for Failure]: No penalty

[Reward]: [Skill : Appraisal]

Before I could even fully process the side mission, another message flashed:

Mission is completed, thus, the host will be rewarded with appraisal skill. There is a saying if you want to win the battle then know enemy first. With this skill, you can check the status of any person and appraise them.

My jaw dropped. That was fast! I thought this would issued yesterday evening or night, while I was talking to my aunt last night. At that time mission might be completed without my knowing. And a new skill, 'Appraisal,' just like that. The system's explanation about knowing your enemy resonated with me. This was amazing!

I immediately checked my status again, eager to see the new skill added to my repertoire.

Status:

Name: Adam Wilson

Strength: 80

Agility: 74

Endurance: 70

Mentality: 92

Intelligence: 90

Mana: 50

Potential: Undetectable

Skills: [Normal Close Combat], [Boxing Proficiency], [Weapon Expertise], [Expert Massager], [Experienced Strategist], [Appraisal]

Passive Skills: [Great Leader], [Self-healing]

Coins: [Prayer Coin: 310], [Fear Coin: 150]

I was truly amazed by how many new skills I had accumulated in such a short time. 'Appraisal' sounded incredibly useful. This system just kept on giving. A love mission for Aunt Christine, a new superpower as a reward, and a skill to understand people better. My life was getting more and more… interesting. With a renewed sense of purpose, I continued my walk towards school, a slight bounce in my step. Today was going to be a day of discovery.