The next morning, the apartment smelled like coffee and sin. Mom had left early for a double shift at the hospital, kissing my forehead and telling Jayden to “make yourself at home” before disappearing for the next fourteen hours. The door had barely clicked shut when the air thickened with filthy anticipation.

I was in the kitchen wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covered my ass, no panties, my nipples stiff against the thin fabric. I hadn’t slept much. All night I’d fingered my soaked pussy to the memory of Uncle Jayden’s massive cock stretching my throat. My ex’s cruel words felt like pathetic lies now. I wasn’t...