jack and his freshly legal girlfriend:)))
okay we’re gonna get a bit fucked up with this…… choose your adventure mentally, realcest or fauxcest
uncle!jack abbot x female reader, jack is a perv 💕, 1.6k words (keeping it clear. this is FICTION and a way that i explore my own trauma. mdni and don’t like, don’t read! thanks!
jack had tried. he really had. he had tried not to look at you that way. he’d made an effort not to be alone with you too long, to keep conversations brief. he mentally hit himself whenever he caught himself staring at your legs at barbecues and family gatherings.
“do not picture her bent over. do not picture her naked. do not picture her in the bath or the pool or near any body of water. do not picture her lips around your cock. do not picture— you asshole, she’s your niece.” the mantra he kept repeating to himself. over and over till the information felt like it was seeping out of his skull and onto the floor. you’d felt it, the great shift. no more uncle jack ruffling your hair or picking you up or calling you baby.
but now, your parents are hosting a pool party to celebrate your eighteenth birthday. you’re in an outrageous gingham bikini. seriously, if you were his daughter, he’d never allow this. he knows how men are. how they’d look at you. how he looks at you.
he brought a gift, of course. it’d be rude not to. he went to sephora and picked up a few glosses. then he kicked himself because he started picturing you applying it, which led to him picturing you kissing him, which led to— “uncle jackie!” you call out “get in the pool!”
he laughs, trying to cover up the fact that he absolutely could not go in the pool with you. not without getting arrested, that is. he waves a hand. “i’m good where i am, kiddo. trust me, you don’t wanna see this old man without his shirt.” fuck. he made it weird. why did he have to make it weird?
you frown and lift yourself up on the ledge of the pool, breaking into a sprint to hug him. he glances down. do not look at her tits, you dirty old man. do not do it. he does anyways. he couldn’t help. the sheen from the pool and sun making you all the more inviting, what it would be like to bury his face in….
you slam into him, desperate for the easy affection he used to provide you with. he wraps an arm around you, kissing your head. “eighteen, huh? i remember when you were just born, all tiny and pink. now you’re an adult. jesus. i’m getting old.” he taps your cheeks. “remember you when you were still potty training. you had this guilty little look whenever you told anyone you had an accident. just the cutest.” you wrinkle your nose. “can we not talk about” you whisper “potty training.” he raises his hands. “sorry, kiddo. just remembering how full my sister’s hands were with you.”
your eyes dart hungrily to the sephora bag. “that for me?” he furrows his brows, scratches his head in deep concentration. “damn… i thought i bought lip glosses for myself.” you giggle. uncle jack is so funny! you press into him again and stand on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “thank you, uncle jackie.” he takes a deep breath in. do not get hard. do not get hard. do not get hard because the girl you’ve known since before she was born kissed your cheek, you fucking pervert! you are a physician, a veteran, goddamnit. you can keep your cool.
you grab the bag out of his hand, and whip your head around. your mom calls. “shower and put on your dress, hon. we’ll take pictures and cut the cake when you’re out.” you pout, but know better than to pick a fight with your mom, on your birthday, no less. you run off, kiss your mom on the cheek, and head into the house.
jack sits at a table with your mother. she pulls out her phone, scrolling to a picture from exactly eighteen years ago today. jack holding you as a newborn. she tears up. “can you believe it, jack? my baby girl? a woman?” oh, he can believe it. he believes it so hard that if his sister knew how much he believes it, she’d have his head on a spike, rightfully so. he shakes his head, throat growing dry. “she’s still a little girl,” he says, trying to convince himself “’s not like eighteen changes anything.” she dabs at her eyes, then checks the time. “thirty minutes… jack, go up to her room and try to rush her out, i’ll take out the cake.”
he does not groan. that would look weird, right? he’s not about to look weird. he’s been in your room countless times. he raps on the door. the water is still running. he should leave. should tell his sister that you’re still in the shower and that he’ll check again in ten minutes. he does not. he sits on your loveshackfancy bedspread. he remembers your mom decorating this room years ago. god. his niece.
the water shuts off five minutes later. he should announce himself. should call out that he’s here. should say “get yourself decent, kid.” he does not.
you exit your bathroom, fully bare, save for the towel on your head. he expects you to scream, to freak out, to hit him. instead, you just tilt your head. fuck. he’s hard. “uncle jackie? why… are you in my room?” he rubs his greying facial hair, looking down. “your mom wanted me to get you for cake.”
you shift from side to side. “why aren’t you looking at me, jackie?” his voice goes rough. “uncle jackie.” he corrects. his brow raises as you make no effort to cover up. “i should go—” your hand darts out, grabbing his wrist. “stay. i’ve missed you.” you frown. he chuckles. “kid, there’s better ways to catch up that don’t involve you being naked in front of your uncle. you’re not a little girl anymore, don’t know if you realize, but it’s a little inappropriate.”
you pout. “you never hang out with me anymore… did i do something bad?” he stares at the floor intently, desperate for you not to notice the hard on in his shorts. “nah, kid. nothing you need to worry your pretty head about. i’ve just been busy.”
jack tries not to look as you bend and take the towel off of your head, water dripping down onto the hardwood floor. you sit on his lap. he sucks in a breath. “jesus, baby. this is so not okay.”
you wriggle over his erection. jack throws his head back. “honey. i’m your uncle. you can’t be doing this.” you press your face into his neck. “just want you to like me again…” he barks out a laugh. “you’re gonna make me more than like you if you keep that up.” your face lights up like a child, which, to be fair, you were less than 24 hours ago. you wriggle around even more. he sucks in a breath. “christ. where’d you learn how to do that?” your face brightens. “my friend told me this is how you make guys like you.” his jaw tightens. “never tried it before?” you curl into him further, rocking your hips over his clothes. “nope!” you pop the p “just you, uncle jackie.”
it is at that point that jack throws the last remaining shred of his morals to the wind. his hands comes down on your ass. “you know what’s even better at making guys like you?” you shake your head. “let uncle jackie show you. but it’s just for us, mkay? just uncle jackie and his sweet girl’s secret.”
you grin as he pushes you back on your bed. he curses internally. who knows how long you two have before your mom gets fed up and comes searching herself. “you’ll like me so much after this?” jack sighs, unbuckling his pants. “i’ll like you the most, princess.” he crawls over you on duvet. he hasn’t taken off his shirt, polo still fully on. he presses his lips to yours, shoving his tongue in roughly. “that’s how grown ups kiss. and you’re a grown up now, aren’t you?” you whimper. it feels strange. but uncle jackie promised to like you the most after this!
jack presses a kiss to your forehead. “now,” he strokes your cheek, “this may pinch a bit. i’m gonna cover your mouth so no one finds out we’re having so much fun without them.” you nod. that makes sense. besides, uncle jackie is a doctor. he wouldn’t do anything that would damage you. his hand clasps firmly over your mouth as he slides into you, all the way to the hilt. he does not stop as you whine and cry into his hand. his voice lowers. “i know, i know, bunny. that was a biiiig stretch, huh? but you’re so brave, yes you are. uncle jackie’s got you.”
you cling onto him, trying to kiss him as he pummels your cunt. you whine softly into his palm. he silences you with a kiss to your forehead. “so good, baby. making uncle jackie like you so much. you’re the best girl ever.” you wriggle under his grasp. “even better than your wife?” his hips stutter. his dead wife. and here he is, fucking his barely legal niece. the guilt barely lasts a second. “much better. you just wanna make me happy, right?” you nod fervently, close, though you do not know it yet. you squeeze around him, causing his head to fall over. he thrusts, over and over and over again, until you are dripping and full with his cum. he starts to soften inside you, pressing another kiss to your head.
“this stays our little secret, okay? wouldn’t want anyone getting jealous.”
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