Ava's POV

Uncle Jake has been “family” my whole life—Dad’s best friend, the one who taught me to ride a bike when I was six, the one whose lap I sat on at barbecues while he told terrible dad jokes and pretended not to notice when I stole sips of his beer. He carried me on his shoulders during fireworks when I got scared of the noise. He used to call me “princess” and ruffle my hair.

Now he looks at me like meat.

And I’m dripping just thinking about it.

All day I carried the secret of Uncle Mark’s cum still leaking out of my ass—slow, warm trickles every...