YOURS, DADDIES
Thought about them pushing my dress up, spreading my legs open.
I was already close.
I thought about his voice in my ear. Not "kiddo." Not uncle to niece. Something else. Something darker.
"You want this?"
Yes.
"You've been thinking about this, haven't you? Thinking about your uncle fucking you."
Yes, god, yes.
I came hard, biting my lip to stay quiet, his name almost slipping out.
Afterward, the guilt crashed down like it always did.
I lay there in the dark, fingers still wet, and hated myself.