your mind anon…😵‍💫this is a pretty long one guys prepare..

uncle!shane doesn’t see you that often, really only on holidays, so it’s a treat when you guys see each other. it’s the 4th of july the first time he forces himself on you. he’s had a little too much to drink and he’s looking at you with these greedy eyes. they’re glassy and his skin’s flushed so you brush it off and continue cleaning up the kitchen after a long day. it’s well into the morning and everyone’s either outside still partying, in bed, or are helping clean up in other parts of the house. it’s just you and him. you’re leaning down and putting a plate in the dishwasher when you feel it. shane’s behind you and pawing at your ass, hands squeezing and groping the flesh of your ass through your too-short shorts. it’s jarring at first. his hands are cold and rough and foreign. and well, he’s never touched you like that? he’s definitely had way too much to drink. but you don’t think you mind. maybe you’re pushing yourself back into him, you don’t know because there’s footsteps coming and that seems to clear his conscience up a little and he backs off.

the next time it happens is christmas day. he’s sober. nothing to drink alllll day. yet the minute he’s inside your parents house and he sees you, his eyes are glued. ever since you’ve turned 18 you’ve noticed a switch in him. yes he’s still the ever supportive uncle, but stuff is different. his touches linger. he smiles only at you. compliments you cheekily you look good tonight bunny with a flirtatious wink at the end of his sentence. you’ll smile and say thank you because what other reason do you have not to? he gets you presents every time he sees you..and they’re completely inappropriate. a cheeky set of lingerie. thigh stockings. garter belts. your parents don’t know. he’s sneaky like that. and of course you thankfully take the gifts because the sets are expensive so why wouldn’t you wear them. when he catches glimpses of said sets on you, there’s this feral look in his eyes. like he wants to maul you to pieces. you’ll grin and teasingly sit down on his lap or lean down and whisper and ask him if he likes it on you. likes what you’ve worn the set with. he always nods frantically and says you look perfect bunny. he’ll disappear into a bathroom and come out looking flushed and you know exactly what he’s done. really, you are complicit. you egg him on. you’re just waiting for him to strike. but you don’t really want anything to happen. he’s your uncle. way older than you. and you’re playing with him anyways, it’s all a game. you want to see how far it’ll go. what’ll happen.

that’s it. at least that’s what you tell yourself.

the third time, it’s during thanksgiving. everyone’s stuffed, mingling about, and your family’s big so no one would really notice if you disappeared for a bit. or if both you and shane disappeared together. his rough hand encircling the entirety of your upper arm as he leads you downstairs and to a guest bedroom. you barely have time to make any sense of what’s happening before he’s locking the door and pressing you chest first into it. he’s wrenching the both of your arms behind your back and when you whine about how that hurt and hes telling you to be quiet or he’ll have to shut you up himself and you’re entirely confused when you hear him undoing his zipper. you try to wriggle out of his hold and tell him that what you had been doing was all a game and you didn’t really want anything to happen but you think you’re lying to yourself and he’s tsking at you as he forces your back to arch before pulling your panties to the side. he’ll prod at your cunt with his fingers, feeling you up as he asks you why’re you lyin’ to me bunny? you feel how wet this pretty pussy is? fuckin’ look at ‘er. and you’re shrinking in on yourself because you’re fucking dripping and it’s completely embarrassing and he laughs as you when you nod with this bashful look on your face and he’s sliding two of his fingers inside your cunt, groaning at the feel of you around him, clenching and pulling him deeper as you quiver. your thighs tremble from holding yourself up and he’s so heavy above you he’s almost pushing you down to the ground himself.

he thrusts his thick fingers in and out a multitude of times, and you’re breathing heavy and mewling out feels so good don’t stop pleasepleaseplease and you’re fucking yourself back onto him. like the asshole he is, he completely stills his fingers inside of you and you want to scream. he huffs a laugh out of his nose patience bunny, anyone ever been inside o’ ya before? and you’re frantically shaking your head as you look back at him and grind your cunt against his cock, the head catching on your swollen clit and you swear your eyes roll into the back of your head. he’s humming and pulling his fingers out of you, cooing condescendingly when you whine at the loss. but not for long because seconds later he’s pushing the head of his cock into you, groaning into your hair as you moan at the stretch. great way to lose your virginity you think. his hands are pawing and groping at the sides of your waist, fingers digging into your flesh as he pushes himself deeper inside. until you’re clawing at his wrist and telling him to wait, to slow down a little..to which he obviously ignores because he’s slapping your hand away before pulling your arms behind your back again as he forces the rest of himself inside. thereee we go, wasn’t so hard was it bunny? he’s saying before slapping his other hand over your mouth as he pulls out and then roughly fucks himself back inside of you. the hand was definitely needed because you’re moaning and whining and practically sobbing because he’s giving you no time to breath as he really starts to fuck you. with every thrust, his cockhead is dragging teasingly up against your g-spot. never quite pressing persistently but never not brushing against it. it’s enough to have your stomach clenching and thighs quivering as you suck in shaky breath beneath his palm. your clit aches, begging to be rubbed up on, but that’s not a luxury you get. not with him. he takes what he wants and just hopes you want it too. you don’t know how long it takes for him to start becoming slopping with an impending orgasm, but you think you’ve cum at least three times waiting for him to be satiated. you’re entirely too sensitive and if he decides to play with your clit now, you’d probably shriek. he doesn’t, thank god, and as his hips start to jerk sloppily as he grunts against the top of your head, he’s moving his hand up to your throat and squeezing oh so hard that you almost immediately have black dots spotting in your eyes as all the blood swells in your head. he cums in you for so long it starts dripping out of you while he’s still inside. which makes you cum again..the debauchery of it all.

best thanksgiving of all time you’re pretty sure.

Going mildly insane but I think Ive figured the Tau Biology pieces together somewhat. Mostly the Why/How behind the What Happened.

PUT THAT SLEEVE ON YOU FREAK IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA GIVE ME A BITE

GIVE ME A BITE

LET ME BI-