Getting into a fight with dad and then fleeing to uncle’s place to let off some steam. We sit on the couch, crack open a few beers, and he orders some pizza for us. He lets me vent and rubs my shoulders while I do, but I don’t even notice his hands wandering down to my waist because I’m still heated from the fight and a little buzzed now.
He shushes me, runs his fingers through my hair, practically traps me against his side. He tells me that my dad’s always been a prick and that I can come to him whenever I wanna get away from it all. His hand slithers further down until it’s right between my thighs and his fingers graze my tdick through my shorts. Once I finally realize what’s going on, I try to tell him to stop, that this isn’t right. But he just laughs and tells me it’s okay, that he’s just helping me relax since I’m so wound up. That it’s what uncles do.
Then I completely forget why I was even mad in the first place because all I can focus on is how fucking good his fingers feel curled inside my cunt. My uncle always knows how to make it better.
