Noah lifts up, and I can see the strain and struggle on his face, before his gaze levels and he gives a tight smirk.

He stands up and turns toward his father. “Nothing she doesn’t want.”

I sit up, Kaleb rising to his feet behind me, and I can’t bring myself to look at my uncle. Just his bare feet and the bottoms of his jeans as he stands on the last stair.

“Go to bed,” he says.

Noah hesitates, but then he clicks the TV off, grabs his shirt, and heads up the stairs, Kaleb following. I’m not sure if they look back at me or if this whole thing is amusing to them, but I quickly stand up and dart off to follow.

“Not you.” Jake grabs me.

I turn my head away, feeling his eyes blaze into me.

“What would’ve happened if I hadn’t come down?” he asks.

I don’t know. And I don’t know why I’m embarrassed. Normally, yes, I should be. Given our familial ties, this is wrong. I can see how people would see it as wrong.

But it’s not like he wasn’t all over me a few weeks ago, too.

“What would’ve happened?”

“I don’t know,” I answer.

Why didn’t I ask them that?

“What did you want to happen?” he asks.

I can only shrug, meeting his eyes as I search for words. “I… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” He rips my blanket away and steps down, gripping my upper arms as he backs me into the living room again. “What did you want to happen?”

“I don’t know!” I cry. “I…”

“What?”

“I…”

Why am I the one in trouble? Is he really angry?

Or just disappointed?

“What did you want to happen?”

“I wanted it all to happen,” I utter, finally looking back up at him with tears in my eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just…I feel it everywhere.”

He stares at me, his eyes narrowed. “You feel what everywhere?”

“You,” I whisper, dropping my eyes. “And them.”

This place, the house, the land, the wind…them. I’m alive.

“You get hard, you feel it,” I remind him of our night in the kitchen. “Am I not supposed to feel it, too?”

“You’re seventeen!”

“Eighteen,” I growl back. “I could’ve screwed anyone by now. My parents never cared, but I did.” I look up at him as he brings me close, his hot, angry breaths falling over my forehead. “No one ever felt right… b-before.”

He holds me, squeezing my arms and seething.

His fists clench, his fingers digging into my skin, and I whimper. “Jake…”

It hurts.

He drops me and twists me around, bending me over one arm. I barely have time to suck in a breath before his hand lands hard on my ass, a loud slap piercing the air.

I gasp, squeezing my eyes shut in shock.

“Still feeling good?” he asks, breathing hard.

I don’t look at him. Rage boils my blood, and part of me wants to scream and hit back, but another part of me…

Another part of me feels the knots loosen in my stomach. My heart jumps and the adrenaline runs.

Still feeling good?

Slowly, I nod.

What the fuck are you going to do to me? For some reason, I’m emboldened. I want to find out.

He’s quiet for a moment, and then I hear his threat. “You want more?”

I nod twice.

He still holds me, and I rise back up, feeling the muscles in his arm tight and hard, and his body, almost like it’s vibrating. I can’t hear him breathe.

He’s so hard. I know he is.

“Take off your shorts,” he bites out. “So you can feel my hand.”

My pulse fills my ears, and my hands start shaking, but I push my shorts down my legs, standing in my shirt and underwear.

He sits on the couch, leaning back, and looks at me, his eyes trailing over my body and down to between my legs.

“Come here,” he instructs. “Over my lap, princess.”

My nerves shake so badly, but still—my pussy clenches when he says ‘princess’. I want him to say it again.

Slowly, I crawl across his lap and lie down on my stomach as he lays an arm across my back to hold me down.

I don’t want his hand. I just want his fingers.

He peels down my panties, and my breath catches, closing my eyes on reflex at the shame.

But I like it. I want it. I want him to do whatever he wants. I—

He slaps my ass, pain spreading across my right cheek as I jerk and whimper.

He lets out a breath, and I swear, I almost hear him groan.

He spanks me again and again, fire coursing under my skin, and I clench the blanket on the sofa as I throw my head back and cry out.

“Three,” he growls. “You going to let those boys touch you again?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He slaps me again, and I wince even as my ass arches up to meet it.

“No, what?” he whispers.

“No, Uncle Jake,” I answer properly.

His hand lands on my bare ass again. “Five,” he breathes out. “You going to let them see your body?”

Another slap.

“No,” I whimper. “No.”

And another one.

“You’ll be good?”

“Yes, Jake.” I grind my pussy into his leg as sweat beads my brow. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good.”

He spanks me again, and I thrust forward, the pulse in my clit pounding. God, I’m so wet. I bury my hand into the sofa. I need him. I need his cock.

Again. Again. Again. Faster and faster, he spanks my little ass. Again and again and again, and I feel his hard cock trying to poke through his jeans.

I moan, thrust, and ache, my panties stretching across my upper thighs as I try to widen my legs, but fuck… God, I’m so wet.

“You’ll be good?” He slaps me again, and I feel it. It’s almost there. I’m almost coming.

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, yes, yes…”

I grip the blanket, breathing hard and waiting for another spank.

But…it doesn’t come.

I clench my thighs, every muscle in my body as tight as a rubber band, but he stops. Oh, God, please. He pulls up my panties, and tears fill my eyes, because I’m in pain. It hurts, and between Noah, Kaleb, and now Jake, I’m going insane.

Lifting me up, he pulls my shirt down and kisses my damp forehead, my nose, and my cheeks.

He’s stopping, and I close my eyes to keep from crying.

His fingers swipe between my legs, and I watch him bring them up, glistening with what’s dripping out of me and onto my thigh. He looks at his fingers as he rubs them together.

“Don’t make me do this again,” he tells me, his lips tight. “It hurts us both.”

And he pushes me away from him, his hard footfalls on the stairs echoing through the house before he slams the door to his bedroom.

The tears stream down my face as I sit there, my orgasm rolling away and my body screaming with need.

I can’t do this.

I won’t survive the fucking winter.

Jake

This fucking girl.