The Line (Roger and Julie Part 10)
#10 of The Line (Roger and Julie)
This is the final chapter for Book 1 of The Line.
If you're new you really shouldn't pick it up from here.
Part 10
Fucking shit!
Roger leaned on the kitchen counter trying to calm down, his arms trembling and weak feeling. His heart wouldn't slow down, it was pounding so hard he could hear it. His nostrils felt raw and the air passing through them was burning almost painfully. The front of his pants was wet. Even though he had come only moments ago the cloth was taut and stretched by his insatiable boner.
He shut his eyes tightly, trying to gather himself. In his mind's eye he could see her in flush afterglow, her legs spread apart and softly massaging her heat-distended labia. Her eyes slightly parted. She is silent but everything about her spoke loudly. She doesn't know it, but she's saying it. She was glorious. She was everything he ever wanted in a female. He could smell her. He could even taste her. Roger opened his eyes to find himself licking wet evidence of his niece from his paw.
Fucking shit! Just... stop!
He jerked his paw away from himself and turned on the faucet. His paw was shaking as he fought his need as an uncle to wash away the scent of his niece and his desire as a male to indulge in the allure of a mate. He finally forced his paw under the running water.
He scrubbed his paws with the dish soap several times, but he was sure that he could still smell her on them. Part of him didn't mind that at all. That part should have disgusted him, but somehow he couldn't argue with it. He couldn't lie to himself. He wanted her. He wanted to be what she wanted him to be.
Stop!
Roger couldn't think that way. That's not right. He would be taking advantage of her. It didn't matter that she wanted it. She can't be allowed to make those decisions in her current state. She's not in her right mind.
Neither are you, Roger.
The ferret glanced over at the package on the counter. The pills he had gotten from the pharmacy were in there. He reached over and dumped out the paper bag and the plastic bottle clattered onto the granite counter top. The pills inside rattled about. He snatched it up and his wet paws struggled with the cub safety cap. He finally managed to pry it open and dump four of the little pills onto his palm. Just as he was about to pop them into his mouth he stopped himself.
Just taking one of these things made him nearly shit his brains out. He was supposed to go to work later. What if the damn things kicked in while he was on stage?
You can't trust yourself without them!
Roger slowly turned his paw over the sink. The pills fell in and were quickly swept down the drain. He nodded to himself unconvincingly.
"I can handle it." He whispered.