mean dad robby mean big brother langdon while they both go no mercy on you and the only one who can stop them is uncle jack <3
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maybe it's a "family barbecue", robby and jack are manning the grill, while you're trying to fight off your big brother frank, whose hands keep wandering up your skirt while you try to read. eventually, you snap, screaming at langdon for being a "fucking perv" and to leave you the "fuck alone"
robby hands the spatula to jack with a unrestrained fury, stomping across the well-maintained lawn to scold you for using such language in front of your uncle. you try telling him what langdon was doing, but robby gives you that classic, "ah, ah!"
that's the end of that. you scoff and roll your eyes, muttering, "i hate you, dad", before stomping off inside.
conveniently, jack finds his beer empty when robby returns to the grill. he hands the spatula back and murmurs something about heading inside to grab another drink (ignoring the fact that there is a cooler packed with beers ten feet away).
jack finds you in your room (your room meaning the one you share with robby and langdon), pouting and aggressively tidying up. he sits down on the bed, patting his lap. when you do sit on him, its with your arms looped around his neck and barely-clothed pussy pressing against the his poorly-hid erection.
you go on about how annoying your brother is, how your dad doesn't ever yell at him like he should, how it's always you being punished for his lack of restraint. it gets to the point where you're actually frustrated, and jack just shushes you.
his hand slides up your skirt just like langdon's did, but this time it's accompanied by gentle promises of uncle jack taking care of you. you let him kiss you while he fingers your pussy, barely concealing the sweet moans you let out.
when you rejoin the barbecue, robby and langdon pretend not to notice your dopey grin or uneven gait, nor the clear tent in jack's shorts.