Alone with Uncle Jae

***All characters in the story are over 18. This is a consensual story with elements of consent/non consent involved. Do not read if you do not enjoy stories like this!!***

A few years ago, my aunt decided to remarry to Jake. She left her 1st husband for him, and I had never trusted Jake. I didn't see them much as they lived across the country from me. The few times I saw them, I felt as though Jake really didn't see me as a niece. He always made comments about how "grown up" I was getting and often asked about my boyfriends.

One day, shortly after I turned 19, I flew to visit my grandparents by myself for the first time. I loved my grandparents, it was just unfortunate that my aunt and uncle happened to live down the street. My mom even cautioned me to not be alone with my Uncle Jake, she didn't trust him either.

3 days into my trip, my aunt needed to take my grandparents to a doctors appointment in the next town over. Uncle Jake was at work which is the only reason I felt okay to stay behind. I decided that I would get started on making dinner so it would be ready when my grandparents got back. I put on some leggings and a cropped t-shirt, pulled my hair back in a ponytail, and got started washing some vegetables in the sink.

I was rinsing off some carrots when the doorbell rang. My grandparents neighbors often came over to visit, so I yelled "come in!" from the kitchen. I heard the door open and shut, and glanced over my shoulder to see Jake walking in. "Fuck.." I muttered under my breath.

"Oh hi, Allison" my uncle said, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it over the back of a kitchen chair.

"I thought you were at work?"

"I was, I got off early and called the wife. She said she was taking your grandparents into town for an appointment and I thought you might need some company here all alone."

"Oh you shouldn't have," I said, trying to still appear polite. "I'm just getting started on dinner, I'm doing fine!"

Uncle Jake walked closer, leaning over to see what I was washing. I tried to focus on the carrots I was now peeling, being overly aware of any dirt that might have lingered.

He looked down at me, taking in my outfit.

"I'm not sure if I approve of those pants you have on, I'm sure it has all the boys staring," he said, his gaze lingering far too long on my legs.

I said nothing, and kept needlessly scrubbing in the sink. "You're just a skinny little thing though aren't you," Uncle Jake continued, and as the words left his lips he reached out to lightly tickle my bare waist.

I dropped the carrot I was peeling against the bottom of the sink, and jumped a little.

"Woah, ticklish are we?" Uncle Jake laughed. I tried to brush it off, shrugging. He reached his hand out towards me again, this time laying it on the small of my back. My skin prickled at the unwanted touch.

"You're what, 19 now?" He continued talking, even though I hadn't spoken since he began commenting on my outfit choice. I simply nodded, pretending to be engrossed in the vegetables in front of me.

"I have to say Allison, I'm glad to get to spend some time with you. I feel like I don't know almost anything about you."

"That's because I don't WANT you to know anything about me," I wanted to reply but held my tongue. "Well I guess there's not much to know," I said instead, trying to move away from his touch as casually as I could.

But he noticed my discomfort, holding up his hands in mock surprise.

"Easy there, can't an uncle be friendly with his niece?" Uncle Jake defended himself. "I was just trying to show a little affection you know. I'm sure you're used to men touching you like that."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I said in reply, shutting off the tap water and facing him.

"Oh come on Allison, don't tell me you haven't had a man touch you there. It doesn't mean anything. Obviously it would be inappropriate if I touched you many other places."

"I haven't had boys touch me anywhere else if that's what you're suggesting," I tried to calm myself. "Don't talk to me like that."

Uncle John smiled, "I wasn't trying to offend, I just feel protective of you" He stepped closer. "I'm worried how dressing that way might cause men to think."

I did my best to stare him down, I didn't need protecting! I was a virgin, and never had any issues in the past with keeping boys away. Not that I didn't appreciate any looks I might get from boys my age.

I was 5'3, slender, but with 32DD breasts and a thin waist with a small but shapely ass. Years of soccer had kept my muscles toned. I had boyfriends in the past, but never got past third base. Honestly I was too scared.

Uncle Jake reached for my face, I flinched a little as he brushed a strand of hair that had fallen loose from my ponytail away from my face.

"Something tells me you're lying, I can't believe that no boy has ever touched you Allison."

I felt my face going red. "I don't need to explain myself to you. Honestly you can leave, I need to focus on making dinner."

"Maybe I need the company," Uncle Jake shrugged, still uncomfortably close to me.

"And it sounds like you need some experience being in the same room as a man with how you keep reacting to me."

Now I was truly mad. What did he think he was doing? I would tell my aunt the moment she came home how her husband was behaving. I instinctively reached up to shove Jake in the chest, meaning to go lock myself in the guest bedroom.

Instead, he seemed to be anticipating this as he immediately grabbed both of my wrists and laughed. He yanked hard, pulling me close up against him.

"Now that's not very polite," Jake said while staring down at my now wide eyes. His were so dark brown that they were almost black. "What will I tell your grandparents, about how you decided to get violent with me when I only wanted come visit?"

"I think we both know that's not what you're thinking," I said, almost holding my breath now.

"Can you blame me? I come over hoping to spend time with my niece and find her with her ass out leaning against the kitchen sink. Anyone would think the same," a terrifying look had come across my uncle's face now. I glanced over at the clock, horrified to see that there was still over an hour before my grandparents would be home.

I tried to wrestle away from Jake's tight grip on my wrists. "You're hurting me!" I yelped, hoping to appeal to whatever "protective instincts" he apparently had towards me.

"If you weren't struggling so much, I wouldn't need to hold on so tight," he replied. "I just want you to understand how your clothing can make a man feel. I can't believe you don't know what it does to a man to see a girl who looks like you, dressed like that."

"Everyone my age dresses like this," I seethed back at him. "It's men like you that make it a problem!"

Jake suddenly released my wrists, grabbed me by the shoulders, and forcefully turned me around, pressing my hips up against the counter. At this point I was feeling myself begin to freeze up. I had never been manhandled like this.

He crouched down behind me, gripping me by my lower legs, and began to slide his hands up.

"Look at this ass. You know good and well Allison that I wouldn't be able to NOT look at it," as he spoke, his hands moved upwards, until he had the bottom of my ass cupped in them. I whimpered.

"Please don't," I managed to get out. "I don't want you to do this."

"Like shit you don't. You know you look good. I know you like it when people look at you," he said. His big hands were now rubbing my ass, caressing my hips. He stood up and leaned down over me, and I felt his breath on my neck. I turned my head away, holding my body stiff.

"Uncle Jake this is wrong. I'll tell my aunt," I tried to make my voice strong.

"Who do you think she'll believe?" His lips pressed against my neck, sending unwanted shivers down my spine. I hadn't been touched like this in almost a year, and even though I tried to fight it, I couldn't help my body's reaction.

"Why would I lie about this, I have no reason to," I replied, almost whispering now. His hands were now gripping my waist, and I could feel his hardness pressing against me.

"I think we both know you've been asking for it," Jake whispered into my ear. Uncle Jake, I silently reminded myself. He was my Uncle, he shouldn't be doing this. My hands gripped the edge of the counter as I tried to come up with an escape plan.

In the meantime, I felt one of his hands leave my waist. It slid down between our bodies to my ass, and went further down, reaching to my core. Two fingers slid up my center, gently touching my pussy over my leggings. I stifled a whimper as they rubbed soft circles against me.

Jake chuckled, "see you can't even deny it, I can feel you getting wet through these slutty little leggings."

I tightened, there was no way I was wet over this. I didn't want it! But I couldn't ignore how his fingers felt, slowly and expertly caressing me. After how rough he had pushed me up against this counter, I was surprised at how he touched me now. But it didn't mean I was enjoying myself, right?

I struggled some, but the hand that wasn't touching my pussy had a tight grip on my waist. He held me so close that I didn't have much room to move. As I wriggled around, feeling his hard cock against me, he groaned, and I stilled once again. Fuck. I reached back with both arms, trying to grab him, and he once again trapped both of my wrists in one strong hand.

At this point, I finally let loose a moan at his continued work on my pussy which I finally could admit was wet. How could someone I hated so much make me this wet?

**part 2 coming soon