Uncle is Back
Violet wakes up with a mouth full of cotton and an arm the size of a tree trunk across her ribs.
The ceiling fan spins lazy circles above her. Sunlight coming through the half-drawn blinds in sharp stripes. Everything smells like salt, sunscreen, and something darker—expensive cologne mixed with sweat, sex and last night’s tequila.
Her head throbs from hangover.
She tries to sit up but the arm tightens around her more.
A low, sleep-rough sound rumbles against her back. Hot breaths blowing on her neck. A thigh, heavy and muscled, slides between her thighs like it belongs there.
She freezes.
The body behind her is huge. Warm. Naked. And surely very, very male.
Her brain does the math in slow, painful clicks.
She was at beach party. Too many shots. Some guy with a voice like gravel and smoke pulling her into the dunes. His hands. His mouth.
The way he’d laughed when she climbed into his lap like she’d known him her whole life.
She hadn’t known him.
Not like this.
She turns her head an inch.
Tattoos, Fuck not her boyfriend. Ink curling up a thick forearm like smoke. A small scar through one dark eyebrow. Stubble. Messy black hair.
Her stomach drops straight through the mattress.
No.
No fucking way.
The arm shifts. Fingers, trailed lazy, drag up her bare stomach and stop just under her breast. A thumb brushes the underside like he’s already memorized the shape.
A husky voice, still half-asleep, rasps against her ear.
“Morning, troublyy.”
Her heart stops.
She knows that voice.
She’s known it since she was ten years old, sitting on her mom’s kitchen counter while he made her peanut-butter sandwiches and called her “Vi” like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.
She scrambles so hard the sheet tangles around her legs. She ends up half on the floor, naked, hair everywhere, staring at the man now propping himself on one elbow like this is the most normal morning of his life.
"Oun."
"Uncle Oun."
Thirty-seven. Tanned like he doesn’t believe in sunscreen. Full sleeves of ink. That stupidly perfect mouth curved in a smirk that says he’s already two steps ahead of whatever panic she’s about to have.
He looks at her like he’s never seen anything better.
“Violet???” he says, slow, like he’s tasting the name after a long time. Then the smirk deepens.
“Lil Vi???.”
She makes a sound that might be a laugh or a sob or both.
“Oh my god. Oh my fucking god. No, this can't be..... fuck.. fuck..FUCKKK!”
Oun stretches, all lazy muscle and zero shame, the sheet sliding down to his hips. He’s hard. Obviously. And not even trying to hide it.
“Behave Vi,” he says, mock-scolding.
“Your mom would be disappointed If she hears you swearing your uncle.”
“My mom— Jesus Christ, don’t say my mom right now.” She yanks the sheet up, clutching it to her chest.
“You— we— last night— fuck.”
“Oh my fuckingg gawddd....what have I done.”
He sits up. The bed creaks under his weight. 6′4" of pure trouble in a beach house that suddenly feels way too small.
“Pretty sure we did that, and it was hell good” he says,
voice dropping into that low, filthy register that hits somewhere behind her ribs.
“Couple times. You were very… demanding....I clearly remember...Umm, like you're having the best time of your life.”
She wants to throw something at him. The lamp. Her dignity. Anything.
Instead she points a shaking finger out.
“You are my mother’s best friend. You used to bring me Lollipops, candies. You are literally Uncle Oun. This is— this is illegal in like six different states.”
"Mom will definitely kill me."
“I’m not your uncle,” he says, calm as ever.
“And you weren’t exactly calling me that when you had your legs around my—”
“Stop. Just— stop...please.”
He laughs dangerously while enjoying the view of her panicking.
The sound goes straight between her legs even though her brain is screaming.
She backs toward the door, sheet clutched like armor. Her phone is somewhere on the floor. Probably blowing up.
Ryan. Her boyfriend.
The one she’d fought with at the party before everything went sideways.
Oun’s eyes flick to the phone like he already knows.
"Boyfriend??? Fuck...Haha...Vi....!"
“Your boyfriend’s gonna be pissed,” he says.
“Cute. Tell him you spent the night with someone who actually knows what he’s doing.”
Violet’s face burns so hot she might combust.
“You cannot tell my mom and not my boyfriend,” she blurts.
“Oun...um..Uncle oun. Please. She’ll kill me. She’ll kill you. This never happened, okay? We were drunk. We’re both adults. We can just— pretend.”
He stands.
The sheet falls.
The twitching dick of his flying in the air.
She tries not to look. Fails spectacularly.
He steps closer until her back hits the door. One big hand braces beside her head.
The other comes up and traces the line of her jaw with one finger eyes measuring her eyes then lower to her lips, like he’s checking she’s real.
“Break up with him,” Oun says, voice soft and dangerous.
“By the end of the week. Or I start making your life very, very, veryyyyyy interesting.”
She stares at him.
“You’re insane.”
“Maybe.” His thumb brushes her bottom lip.
“But I’m also very patient. And I’ve got six months of vacation and nothing better to do than make you squirm.”
She slaps his hand away, spins, and bolts.
Behind her, Oun laughs again—low, delighted, already planning his next move.
Violet doesn’t stop running until she’s three houses down, heart hammering, sheet flapping like a flag of surrender.
Her phone buzzes in her fist.
Ryan: where the fuck are you
She stares at the message until the screen blurs.
Then she types, deletes, types again.
Violet: long story. talk later.
She hits send.
Across the beach, in the house she just fled, Oun is already in the shower, humming under his breath like a man who just found his new favorite game.
And the window of the house next door—405, the one with the perfect view straight into her bedroom—now has new curtains.
He hung them himself after she flew away.
Just in case.
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