"Why do I have to go to Aunt Jane's?" Joan asked, near to tears. "Why do I have to go away?"
"I told you, we'll be on the road a lot this summer with your dad's work and it just wouldn't work," Alice, her mother explained for the third time. "I know you'd rather not go, but I just don't know any other way."
"I can't stand her creepy husband," Joan said.
"He's not that bad when you get to know him," Alice said. "You just need to give him a chance."
"A chance for what?" Joan asked. "He's a creep. I'm 18. Why can't I just stay here by myself?"
"I wouldn't be comfortable with that," Alice said. "I need to know that someone's looking after you."
"Great," Joan said. "Just great."
"So, go get your bag and I'll take you to the airport," Alice said. "Your dad won't be home until late, but he said he'd call you first thing in the morning."
Joan sulked all the way to the airport and was near to tears on the plane as she thought of how horrible her summer was going to be. She was in dread as she walked off the airplane and saw her Aunt Jane standing there with a big smile on her face. At least she looked pretty cool, Joan thought, noticing how she was dressed. She had on really short shorts and a halter top that barely contained her breasts. And they were big. In the air conditioning it was easy to see her nipples sticking out through the material of the halter.
Joan went over to her and received a hug and a kiss, then Jane turned to introduce the young boy standing next to her. His name was Steve and he was a nephew of Jack's, her husband. Joan was surprised to find herself liking Steve. He was tall and good looking and didn't have the bad vibes that she associated with Jack. They gathered her luggage and got into the car for the drive to the house. Jane talked nonstop the whole way to the house and Joan was sure she knew every detail of her life by the time they got there. When they got to the house, Jack came out and helped carry her bags in, but not before hugging her and giving her a kiss, one that smelled of alcohol to Joan.
Joan was shown to her room and she unpacked, wishing still that she was back home by herself. They all talked until dinner and she found that Steve was a pretty okay guy and that Jack hadn't changed at all since she had last seen him. When they finished dinner and cleaned up, they all went into the living room to watch TV and talk. Jack brought a bottle of rum with him and steadily drank from it, every once in a while letting Alice and even Steve have a drink from it.
After a while Joan felt tired and unhappy and announced that she was going to go to bed. She said good-night and went to take a shower. When she had finished, wrapped in a towel, she went to her room, closing the door behind her before turning on the light. When she did, she was shocked to see Jack sitting on her bed, the bottle of rum in one hand and his cock in the other. Joan was paralyzed with fear as she stared at Jack. She couldn't keep her eyes off of his cock. She had only seen one or two, but this was so big that it could easily be a small child's arm. And he was stroking himself while he stared at her standing there clutching her towel tightly around herself.
"Suck my cock before you go to bed," Jack demanded.
"I will not!" Joan said, her face flushing. "And you get out of here!"
"Ha, ha, ha," Jack laughed. "You think you can tell me what to do in my own house? You must be crazy."
"I'll scream for help," Joan threatened, frightened.
"Scream," Jack said, shrugging as he took another slug from the bottle. "But get your little ass over here and suck my cock while you're doing it," he said, suddenly reaching out and grabbing her by the towel, pulling her towards him.
She had the choice of letting him pull the towel off of her, leaving her naked, or letting him pull her closer to him. She stood trembling in front of him as he sat on the bed, his monster cock hard and standing straight out in front of him.
"Now suck on it," he said, forcing her to her knees, his cock sticking in her face.
"You can't make me do this," Joan sobbed. "I'll tell Aunt Jane and I'll call the police."
"Go ahead and call Jane," Jack laughed. "And the police won't believe a word you say. They're my friends."
"I won't, I won't," Joan sobbed. "Jane! Aunt Jane!" she cried out, struggling against his hand on her shoulder holding her on her knees. "Oh, please, Aunt Jane, help me, help me," she cried as loud as she could, Jack's laughter ringing in her ears.
The door opened and Jane stood in the entrance, now wearing only a pair of skimpy panties, her naked breasts swinging in front of her.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," she said. "Just do what he wants and he'll leave you alone."
"But I don't want to," Joan choked out. "Won't you help me?"
"Honey, there's nothing I can do," she said, fidgeting. "It's just the way he is."
"Please call the police for me then," Joan implored.
"Them!" she said contemptuously. "They're not good for anything. I've called them myself, you know. But he's their friend and they always believe him. I gave up."
"Oh, god," Joan sobbed, hearing Jack laugh.