Thicker Than Water
Summery: You find yourself longing for your Uncle Pope's attention. Warnings/Tags:- Dead Dove, MDNI, 18+, Smut, Age Gap (Reader is 17, Pope is late 30s), Underage sex with an adult (Reader is 17) Taboo, Incest, Uncle/Niece Incest, Unprotected piv, Smurf is her own warning Author Note:- Not written anything in about a year so go easy on me 🫣. Pope's had me in a choke hold for weeks and this is the outcome. Inspired by: If you can't find the fic your looking for, then write it.
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It was ridiculous.
Ludicrous even!
I mean the man was family - your own uncle!
You couldn’t find him attractive…right?
Suppose the fact you weren’t raised around him, didn’t even remember his name until he was reintroduced to you, made all the difference?
It didn’t stop the rising feeling of guilt as you lay in your bed at night, chest heaving and fingers dripping from your nightly activities - imagining rougher, more calloused hands, instead of your own.
You struggled to make sense of your sudden interest in taking "sweet home Alabama”- a little too literally. Although from what you've witnessed the past week of staying with your late mother’s family, the Cody's seem to blur the family lines themselves. You remembered the first time Smurf - your grandmother, kissed your uncle Craig on the lips, her hands placed on his bare pecs as though he was a lover and not her own son. It was clear it was something that happens often if the blank, nonchalant faces of your other uncles was anything to go by.
Your first impression of your Grandmother, Smurf, was an odd one. Josh, your older twin, had called her after your mother, Julia, died and she quickly agreed to take custody of you both, sounding very sympathetic on the phone. You weren’t sure what you expected her to look like, but when Smurf turned up at the house, you were very surprised to find a very well put together older woman with platinum blonde hair and expensive clothing.
She wasted no time in wrapping her arms around J, hugging him to her ample bosom, stroking his hair and whispering in his ear. But when J turned from her arms to introduce you, something in Smurf’s face soured. The sweet almost fake smile she had planted on her face since her arrival was contrasted by her eyes becoming a little less loving, and a little more cold as they trailed from your bare legs to your face. You found yourself in a stiff embrace, complete 180 from the hug J received. You recalled the less than sober mutterings from your mother one evening. She would say things like “You’re so pretty, Smurf would hate it” and “She’d be so threatened by your presence in the family”. Seems your ‘loving’ grandmother who had arrived to save you and your brother from foster care had a jealous streak in her.
You and J quickly found yourselves moved into the Cody family home. A house which with its pool and vast interior, was a complete difference compared to the small two bedroom apartment in the shitty part of town. Meeting your uncles was an experience you supposed.
“J, your girl looks a little shy, I could fix that,” Your uncle Craig flirted, his eyes firmly planted on the tops of your teenage breasts which spilled slightly from the too-small tank top you thrifted the week before.
You felt so awkward you couldn’t speak, just stood, arms folded over your chest as though to protect yourself from his gaze as another one of your uncles smacked him over the head.
Hard.
“You remember Julia had twins right? Or were you too fucked up to remember there were two toddlers roaming around back then?”
It was kinda funny you admitted.
Watching a grown man pale and stutter, realising the girl he offered to show a good time to was his older sister's young daughter. The men laughed and messed around, mocking Craig for his comment, you couldn’t help but notice the stiff expression on Smurf's face. The woman was less than pleased with Craig’s comment, but you guessed it was less about you being his niece, and more about him hitting on you at all. The spark of jealousy in her cold eyes, apparent only to you.
As you and J got settled into your rooms, no longer having to share with your brother being a silver lining in the shitty situation you were in. There was no way you could call this place home, let alone feel comfortable in its walls. With a Grandmother who doted on the men of the family as though they were small children, kissing them and touching them whenever she could, and a bunch of boyish uncles who you didn’t know from Adam, you were lucky enough to have your twin by your side.
The first day you spent at casa de Cody was a loud one. After forcing you and J to skip school and go surfing, your uncles were under the impression you needed a “Welcome Home” party. Ironic given you had never felt so out of place in your life. Including trailing after your mom at the numerous parties she attended when you were a child.
Music thumped through the house, the party in full swing filled with strangers throwing back drinks like it was water and doing lines of coke off whatever flat surface they could reach. Your nose scrunched in disgust as you passed a girl not much older than you throwing up into a plant as her friend drunkenly patted her in the back, slurring how it’d be okay whilst eyeing up the nearest man.
The pool was heaving with bodies, water sloshing everywhere as the party goers cannon balled and shoved each other in. Bikini clad women hung off your uncles as they roared with laughter and amusement at whatever they were talking about. You found yourself standing in the doorway to the yard watching in horror as your uncle Deran fired up the grill, pouring more oil than needed on it to make the flames rise up to the roof where your uncle Craig stood encouraging your brother to jump over the flames into the pool.
“J” you shouted in fear watching Craig grow tired of his hesitation and run at him, knocking them both off the roof and into the water below.
The party erupted into cheers, your grandmother's amongst the loudest. Shaking your head at the ongoing madness you turned and padded back into the house looking for some peace to read your newest book. As you passed J’s new bedroom you spotted a man standing in the doorway, his shoulders squared a blank expression on his face. Blank at least, until he glanced back and caught your eyes.
“Julia?” The unknown man’s face dropped in shock, his eyes lighting up ever so slightly.
“No sorry” you gave a strained smile as the sound of your mother’s name shot pain through you, “I’m her daughter” you introduced.
The man stood even straighter than before if that was possible before moving towards you, face stern causing to stiffen in alarm, your eyes darting about for a possible exit. Your breath hitched as the man suddenly leaned into your space, his face inches from yours, his eyes trailing over your face as though he was memorising you. The man had lifted his hand towards your face, to do what, you were unsure but he was halted by your brother appearing behind you, enraged at the strangers close proximity to you and your obvious uncomfortable stance.
Finding out the man was another one of your uncles was a shock, especially being your mother’s twin (“Twins run in the family” Smurf quipped after introducing you). The party had dwindled with the return of your ‘newest” family member. The partners left, leaving only family to sit in the family room,an uncomfortable silence lingered for a few moments.
You and J stood awkwardly as the brothers welcomed Pope back from his stint in prison (“Three years and nineteen days”). Smurf sat basically on her eldest son's lap, his arm around her shoulders making you uneasy once again at the unnecessary touching between mother and son. As the family talked, Pope's eyes never once left you. His gaze piercing you, as though he was looking deep into your soul. The attention caused you to shift uneasily, though a very small part of you liked it.
You liked how your uncle Pope always seemed to find ways to admire you. How his dark eyes would drift over your body whilst talking “shop” with his brothers. How he always spoke softly to you, a contrast to his brash attitude towards his brothers and even his mother. How at night, when you would lay in your bed, dressed in your small pjs, he would appear at the door silently watching you like a ghost haunting a house. He never spoke during his nightly visits - only watched you read or do homework. J thought it strange, and even tried to intervene one night, telling Pope to leave you alone, leading to you breaking up a fight in the hallway. Your uncle instantly calmed at the touch of your hand on his shoulder, as you pleaded with him to let J go, something Smurf eyed sharply.
Since that night, you couldn’t help but notice whenever Pope was in the room with you, she would find some way of diverting his attention to her instead of you. You should have felt joy from her actions. You were finally free from your uncle's scrutiny, but it was not relief that flooded you. Instead you felt your stomach drop every time he would avert his gaze. Nights were worse. Your doorway seemed especially empty without his bulk taking up the space. Something must have shifted in your brain since that night. Suddenly instead of wishing he would go away, finding his blank stares creepy - you found yourself wishing for his presence, wanting nothing more than to feel his dark eyes boring into you.
The small pjs you often wore to sleep became even tighter with each passing night, as though you were hoping he would appear once again and catch you wearing so little. You often wondered if he could hear you touching yourself at night on the evenings he spent the night on the couch instead of returning to his paid motel room. Your bedroom was closest to the family room where he slept on the couch, some nights you even left your room wearing nothing but your panties and thin tank top, hoping to stumble across him in the dark, but sadly on those nights, he was nowhere to be found.
Life at the Cody compound became lonely real fast. With J being swept into whatever dodgy dealings the family gets up to, you often spent the day alone, sitting by the pool with your book when the house was empty or shut away in your room if Smurf was hanging about.
Today however, things changed.
Pope came home early after leaving that morning with the other guys to go surfing. Entering the house after noting Smurf's parking space empty but your cute pink bike dumped on the grass, Pope felt heart pound - It had been several days since he had been alone with you. Pope wasn’t stupid like every thought, he was very aware of Smurf’s actions, inserting herself into his line of sight all so that his attention would divert from his niece.
God.
His Niece - His sisters, daughter.
Pope had never felt so guilty for the feelings and thoughts that had been running through him since his return from prison.
it started with small things, like how much you looked like Julia, how beautiful you were. He couldn’t help but want to be in your company; in your space. He loved watching you when you were reading. Your expressions open on your young face, watching as you react to whatever you were reading. Pope found himself being drawn to you more than any person had before. He recalled the women Smurf and his brothers would “organise” for him, to calm him down and bring him back to heel. Sure he found them attractive - at least enough to perform, but you…he yearned for you.
Watching you at night has been Pope’s favourite pastime since his release. Seeing you sprawled on your bed, pajama shorts bunched around your thighs and ass, drove him crazy. He often struggled to contain his urges, violent or otherwise, but he found you too pure to corrupt and therefore he resigned himself to admiring only. That’s not to say he didn’t press his hardening crotch against the wood of your doorframe, picturing himself sneaking into your room and crawling between your supple thighs towards your forbidden center.
His cravings got harder to ignore the longer you spent at the compound. It had only been a week and Pope caught himself jerking off more than when he was a teenager. Usually he would plant himself in front of the TV and turn on the nature channel to settle his system, but even watching majestic cheetahs running around on the screen wasn’t enough to distract his thoughts of you.
He recalled the night before where he lay on the couch having had a few too many beers to drive back to the motel. His brain was finally shutting off allowing him to drift off when he was startled by a faint sound coming from your room. Pope raised from his laid position, back ridged thinking you were hurt when another sound, a soft moan, came from the wall your bedroom shared with the family room. His eyes widened as he came to realise what was happening as more soft sounds emerged from the wall, loud enough to be heard by him, but quiet enough as to not wake the rest of the family. Pope was ashamed to say he pressed his ear to the wall that night, gorging himself on your moans and the wet sounds of your pleasure almost shattering his resolve - it took everything in him not to burst into your room to taste your sweet pussy. His cock rutting against the drywall thinking about how you would taste on his tongue and sound in his ear, his sleep pants ruined with his own cum as he erupted hearing your own climax. Panting heavily, Pope ran to the bathroom to clean up before retaking his place on the couch once again, feeling even worse about the situation than before.
Today however. Things took a turn.
Arriving home to find you alone was a surprise. For a moment he debated turning back around and fleeing the house not trusting himself to be around you, but something made him halt that thought and wander further inside. Stopping by the kitchen to grab a cold can of soda, Pope caught a glimpse of you chilling on a pool lounger, hair twisted into your favourite style, your lithe body barely covered in the bikini you chose to wear.
Transfixed on the book in your hand, you didn’t hear the sound o the sliding door nor Pope’s hesitant footsteps onto the decking. He watched silently for a few moments before you glanced over to grab the smoothie sitting beside you and startled at his presence. For a moment neither spoke, just held each other's gaze quietly.
”Hi,” you breathed, feeling anxious all of a sudden being alone with your uncle.
”Hi,” Pope muttered back, his brown eyes never wavering from yours.
He held himself stiffly as though he refused to relax around you; his shoulders tight, you could see the vein in his neck protruding slightly. The pair of you went silent once again, both unsure what else to say. You shielded your eyes with your hand as the sun reappeared from behind a fluffy cloud, the yellow orb casting a shine on your person that made Pope’s mouth water.
”You’re gonna burn,” he declared, eyeing your already redding shoulders.
”Oh!” You blinked at his sudden words and reached down for your sunscreen. You began to pour the pale lotion onto your hand and brought it up to massage into your back and shoulders. You hadn’t noticed how red they had gotten, the small breeze keeping you cool enough as to not over heat.
Pope watched you struggle to reach for a moment before striding towards you, casting a powerful shadow over your scantily clad body.
”Would you like help?” He asked before he could stop himself. Smurf’s absence caused Pope’s mind to race with the naughty thoughts he’d been holding back
For a second you thought you misheard him. The uncle you’ve been getting off too every night, trying to regain his attention from the gremlin he called a mother, surely isn’t asking if you can rub lotion over your bare back. Your mind, and body, screamed ‘YES PLEASE GOD’. So obviously you hand him the bottle without a word and turn away to give him better access.
Pope froze as you undid the neckline keeping your bikini covering you. He knew you were just making it easier for him to massage your skin, but he could feel himself cubbing up. Squirting the cool liquid into his palm he slowly rubbed his hands together before bringing them up to your shoulders, touching your hesitantly. He choked a small moan at the feel of your warm skin; he didn’t miss the way your breath hitched at his touch either. He licked his lips as he trailed his hands over your upper back, feeling your breathing increase with every stroke of his palms.
”Thank you, Uncle Pope,” you murmured, your face flush, redoing your top.
“My name is Andrew,” the older man whispered, his eyes wide as though he couldn’t believe his words.
”Uncle Andrew,” you breathed, your eyes watching carefully as he slowly brought his hand up as one would a stray cat to avoid being scratched. Your eyes fluttering closed feeling his hand softly brush your hair out your face, trailing down your cheek.
reopening your eyes, you find your uncle sitting much closer than before, your thighs almost touching. You both stared, breathing a little less steady; Pope’s eyes drifting down to your lips, his tongue flicking out to lick his own.
You timidly mimic his hand on your cheek with his own. Your heart was beating so loud you wondered if he could hear it. Feeling his faint stubble on his lower cheek, you imagined how it would feel against your inner thighs as he ate your pussy.
“Uncle Andrew” you whispered, this time with a little more confidence, encouraging the man you desired to close the distance between you.
Pope’s fluttered as a whine escaped his throat. His name sounded so amazing coming from your lips. “You’re so beautiful” he spoke so softly you almost missed it, he slowly closed the distance giving you time to pull away if you wanted to, his rough lips pressing against yours.
With the touch of your lips, it was like someone flicked a switch. Suddenly instead of timid touches and whispers, you devoured each other. Your kisses hot and heavy, breathes mingling as you came up or air before diving back into taste the others lips once again. Your hands tangled in Pope’s curls as his own grasped at your waist, pulling you closer so you were half in his lap.
”Can I- Do you want to-,” Pope stuttered, pulling away from your mouth, his eyes darting towards the house making you understand what he was asking.
Biting your lip, you stood, pulling Pope up with you. For a moment you stood still, your hands on his chest, his on your hips. Raising yourself up on your toes, you caught his lips with yours once again, just a short kiss, your lips smacking as you pulled away.
“Please,” you uttered, drawing him into the house and towards your bedroom.
Pope trailed after you like a lost puppy, following your lead. His eyes dipping to your ass, watching in awe as it moved in your small bikini bottoms, his free hand clenched into a fist to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing a fist full of your flesh, wanting nothing more than to sink his teeth into your cheek. Entering your room you paused all of a sudden feeling shy as you both stood beside your made bed, your stuffed animals asleep on your pillows as usual.
”We don’t have too,” Pope spoke softly, his eyes softening.
”No,” You stated, spinning to face him, your back towards your bed, “I want to,” your cheeks flushing with both desire and shyness from admitting something so taboo.
Pope’s eyes darkened at your admission, he stepped closer into your space, your chests pressing against each other as his hands cupped your face.
”This is wrong,” he whined softly, bringing his face closer.
”So Wrong,” you agreed before closing the distance and capturing his lips with yours.
Your tongue tracing Pope’s lower lip pleading to dance with his own. You moaned loudly as your tongues met, your hands coming up to stroke his chest as his own clenched your hips in a tight grip. Heavy breathing filled the room as your kisses came messier and your hands began to pull at each other's clothing. You gasped as Pope all but ripped your bikini top from your body, your nipples stiffening as he cautiously caressed your breasts.
”So beautiful,” Pope murmured to himself, entranced by your naked chest, his fingers softly stroking your flesh and lightly pinching your nipples.
”Un-Uncle Andrew,” you gasped as you found yourself on your back amongst your pillows and stuffed animals.
You watched transfixed as Pope undressed himself, feeling yourself getting wetter with each piece of skin he revealed. Your thighs clenched together as he undid his belt - something about the action sending a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to your core. Your breath stuttered as he pushed his jeans down his strong legs, his hard cock jutting out from his hips; he was big. Bigger than you’d taken before. It made you slightly nervous, unsure how he could possibly fit. Sensing your thoughts, Pope soothed your worries.
”I know ‘m big,” he murmured, feeling shy now he was bare to you. He’d always felt unsure about his size; Craig bursting into the room when he was changing many years ago proved it when he panicked and screamed for Smurf thinking something was wrong with Pope’s dick. He had never felt more embarrassed as his mother and brother’s raced into the room while he tried to dress himself to avoid their curious and predatory (Smurf) gazes.
”Yeah,” you breathed, sitting up on your knees. Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you reached out, trailing light finger tips over Pope’s shaft causing him to groan lowly, “Will you put it in me, Uncle Andrew?” You cooed, unsure where the surge in connivance came from. Maybe seeing your most dangerous uncle standing shyly with his huge cock in front of your face, unlocked something in you.
”Fuck,” he whimpered, his eyes closing for a moment as he struggled not to cum there and then. He watched as you removed your bikini bottoms, sliding back on your bed and slowly opened your legs revealing your pussy. He sucked in a large breath seeing it glisten, wanting nothing more than to bury his face in it until he suffocates, but he knew he’d cum instantly if he tasted you on his tongue.
Pushing away the urge, Pope carefully crawled into the bed, positioning himself above you, his arms at either side of your head. Your breaths mingled as you panted into each other's mouths, coming together for a slow, wet kiss. Your arms wrapped around Pope’s shoulders as your legs widened to accommodate his bulk. Your kisses grew faster and more passionate as Pope’s hand drifted down your body, briefly stopping to play with your short pubic curls before finally reaching your sticky center. You whined as your uncle's fingers explored your slit; brushing against your clit and ducking between your lips into your cunt.
“You feel so good,” Pope panted, his dark brown eyes blown wide as he stroked inside your warmth, carefully adding two fingers, whining at how easily you sucked him in; you were dripping all over his hand, making a mess of the bed below you.
”Please” you pleaded, your head tossed back as Pope’s fingers massaged your insides while his thumb continued to brush teasingly against your clit. “Please fuck me,”
”Okay” Pope’s voice cracked, removing his fingers from your slit. He brought them up towards your mouth, eyes glazing over in pleasure as your pink tongue flicked out to taste your juices from his hand.
Pope readjusted your legs, moving to sit between them, his cock laid heavy on your pubic bone as he adjusted you. Caressing your legs, Pope nudged his hips, moving his cock to rest on your pussy, the tip kissing your clit causing you to moan, your eyes closed, hands fisted in the sheets below you.
Pope grasped his dick lightly, pushing it down towards your center, your cunt sucking him in nicely. The room was filled with panting and heavy breathing as Pope slowly worked his fat cock inside your tiny pussy, his thumb firmly on your clit, working it in small circles to ease himself in.
Your eyes snapped open as you felt Pope’s hips touch yours - he was fully inside you. You couldn’t help but clench around him, the wrongness of the situation sending thrills all over your body; Something also wrong had never felt so good. Your hand reached out, pulling your uncle down to press your lips to his.
”Move, please,” you breathed into his mouth, your eyes meeting his own, both dark with desire and want.
Pope carefully moved his hips, his head falling back at the feeling of your tight cunt gripping his cock. “Fuck baby,” he whimpered, hips slowly thrusting.
”Yes!” You cried as he gained speed, his balls slapping off your ass.
Pope leant down on one arm, the other playing with your bouncing breasts, pulling and twisting your nipples; he thought you couldn’t look more beautiful - he was wrong. Watching tears spill from your eyes, your head tilted back; nails leaving marks in his shoulders.
You were incredible.
The bed creaked as Pope’s thrusts became harder and faster, encouraged by your moans. He’d never been harder in his life than right now. All the hookers in the world couldn’t make him feel the way you do right now.
”Uncle Andrew, ‘m gonna cum,” you whimpered, legs tightly wrapped around the man pistoning into you.
”Fuck yes!” He grunted feeling his balls tighten, “Cum for me baby,”
Pleasure exploded before your eyes, your toes curling as your cunt contracted around Pope’s coc. Your juices squirting down the sides of his thickness. You tangled your fingers into his hair as he collapsed onto you, his hips stuttering as he erupted a load into you; your sweet cunt milking him for all he’s worth.
The pair of you lay spent atop your bedsheets, your bodies glistening with sweat and other fluids. Pope nuzzled his head into your neck, pressing gentle kisses into your skin. Neither of you moved for a long time, just lay cuddled together basking in the aftermath of your activity.
”’m gonna keep you,” Pope sleepily muttered, his grip tightening on your smaller body.
Someone else may have been frightened by his passive words, but not you. The reality of what you had both done, had not fully sunk in yet; but you smiled.
A real smile.
The first real smile since your mother had passed and you were sent to live in the compound.
”Okay, Uncle Andrew,” your hands stroked his back gently. Your mind blissfully quiet as you let safe and content in the arms of your mother’s twin brother.
For the first time since he and Julia were teens, Pope felt settled and safe in another woman’s arms. He silently promised to always put you first. He fucked up with your mom, allowing Smurf to control him, but he refused to let history repeat itself.
You were his and he was never letting you go.
