I needa go back to my roots n write more fauxcest n stepcest man. I fear I’ve lost the ancient texts… stepdad!robby…uncle!jack..sigh creepy stepbro!dennis??? IM NEGLECTING THE NEEDS OF MY PEOPLE. I needa get more freaked out well I never stopped..
like ughhh stepdad!robby who tries, he really does but when he walks by the sliding glass doors and sees you floating leisurely in the pool atop a floaty? he can’t help but stare at the tiny excuse of a bathing suit that you have on. the way your tits are practicing spilling out from the top, nipples clearly visible through the fabric. how it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. how he’s sure that if he had his glasses on he could see the curls that peek out from the sides of your bikini bottoms. how pretty your legs look shimmering in the sun. he attempts to banish any inappropriate thoughts from his head but when you stretch out crossing your legs? he’s done for. openly fantasizing about how easy it’d be to untie those bows holding everything together. it’s even worse when you unintentionally make eye contact with him. perking up and waving, a devastatingly pretty smile on your face as you call out a sweet “hi dad!” he tries and fails.
or uncle!jack who can’t help but smile when he comes around to hang with robby. because you, in all your sweet summer glory loves to stay around the garage while they work on their bikes. asking questions n helping when you can, bending over to gather tools for him. the swell of your ass peeking out from under your shorts in a way he really can’t ignore. you’re sweaty too, he can tell, he can smell it. when you first leaned in to hug him the aroma hitting him all at once, that was when he initially arrived and even more so now as you walk about the garage. the somehow sweet smell making his mouth water, he sees it soak the underarms of your shirt, drip down your neck. and sees it make a perfect imprint of your thighs and ass in the fabric of the lawn chair you were sitting in as you chatted with them over the neck of the wine cooler in your hand. his eyes locking in on it immediately after you had got up to grab yourself another. you were mouth watering, truly..and his best friends daughter.
and stepbro!dennis who loves you, so much. always wanted a sister really. he’s the sweetest thing ever. but god do you tempt him. in the blazing sun of early june wiping down his dads truck accompanied by you. suds and water flying about as the two of you are far more interested in getting the other soaked. dennis armed with the hose and you a bucket of soapy water. it was innocent really, you splashing cold handful’s at him causing him to retaliate by dousing you with the frigid water was all in good fun. until he saw how the water soaked right through your short sundress. the material clinging to your body becoming ever so see through. the color of your panties visible along with the clear outline of your breasts. no bra, he immediately noticed and it made him swallow hard. he’d never seen so much of you before so he stared..and stared. then came more water until you were laughing and dripping. droplets tracing your legs collecting in a puddle at your feet. none the wiser to his prying eyes.
stepdad!robby suggesting you staying with his best friend uncle!jack for the summer while you've got an internship right by his place
uncle!jack having a pool and ogling you when you lay out after work in a bikini. he joins you soon enough, offers you a beer and asks about college and he's so nice
uncle!jack getting you into his bed, dressing you up like arm candy, sending the nude photos he takes of you to robby
stepdad!robby coming to visit and he's so friendly, so handsy, and maybe he's always been like this? and you're hiding your relationship with jack so sure, you'll sit on his lap for a movie so that you're not tempted to crawl into jack's, you'll let him put sunscreen in your back so you don't arch into jack's touch when he does it
uncle!jack slipping into your room that night and making you scream when you come, asking if you think robby heard and laughing when you blanche at the thought
stepdad!robby letting you borrow his phone and you accidently see the album of you, all the pictures you let Jack take, and you ought to be so mad, but you let out the softest sound of shock and desire
uncle!jack and stepdad!robby making eye contact, planning their next move
tw: stepcest & pseudocest
“y-you sent them to him….?” your voice is shaking, heart racing as you scroll through the countless compromising pictures of you on your stepdads phone—the pictures you let your uncle jack take of you.
“sure, robby wanted to know how his girl was doing, he was very worried about you, sweetheart” jack comes to sit beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling robby’s phone from your hand.
robby follows suit, sitting on your other side, nodding to what jack had said.
“really?” you ask, your eyebrows turned up in the middle, your eyes all big and wide, you didn’t want robby to be worried about you now, did you?
“yeah, very worried about my sweet girl, wanted to know jack was treating you good” robby nods, his hand creeping up your thigh.
“and did you…uh–did you like the pictures?”
robby smirks, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth, “very much”
“hey” jack taps your other thigh, making you turn your head towards him, his other hand already working his cock over his pants.
“why don’t you show dad what i taught you, huh?”
you nod and tentatively reach your hand to undo the button on jacks pants but he stops you.
“no, sweetheart, on him” he corrects you and you swallow down a nervous gulp before turning to face robby again, he lets out a soft gasp as your small fingers work on undoing his pants.
“such a good girl” robby groans as you pull his cock out and wrap your lips around him, giving his tip a few licks before taking him down all the way…
“mmm, such a good girl” jack nods in agreement as his hand slips between your legs, rubbing you over your shorts as your mouth works around robby’s cock, spluttering around the size of him.
they both take turns fucking you afterwards, moaning praises in your ear, telling you how good you are for them, how much they love you, how you’ll always be theirs.
Content: Family Bantering, Joking Around, Pittsburgh Steelers Game, A Whole Lot Of Love, Secret Revealed, Family Fluff, Comfort, Confrontations, Swearing, Wholesome Unkky Jack, Dad!Robby, Age Gap Relationship
Note: This is an installment into the universe started with There You'll Be! Please let me know if I forgot anything.
Stevie and Maddox really do make life more interesting. They've been begging you and Robby to take them to a Steelers game for the past week. While you're all for it, Michael is hesitant about it.
Your older brother Jack isn't helping matters cause he told Michael that if he didn't want to take the kiddos to the game, Unkky Jacky would. He knows Michael wishes to have these first kinds of experiences with his kids. You know Jack would never actually do anything to upset Michael like robbing him of taking the kiddos to their first NFL game.
Michael finally relented and agreed to take the kiddos to their first NFL game after their 100th time asking this week. The game is this coming Sunday, it's the home opener, and the Steelers are facing the Seattle Seahawks since your husband wanted to get it done and over with. While you're incredibly excited to be going to the game as a whole family, you're dreading the cost of the tickets, the rowdy crowd including you and your husband and your brother swearing in front of your kids, and then the kids getting bored just sitting in their seats.
Something the kiddos don't know is that you bought them jerseys for the game. You, Michael, and your brother have your own collection of jerseys so you didn't need to order any new ones for you guys. The kiddos are getting matching TJ Watt jerseys which you did on purpose because you know that Michael and you also have TJ Watt jerseys so you can match the kiddos. Whether their Uncle Jacky decides to match jerseys with you guys is up to him.
The tickets are bound to be nosebleed seats unless by some miracle Michael can find a deal this close to gameday or he recruits Jack to use his veteran status and connections to get better seats; but so help you if he does use your brother like that the leg better never be brought up or you're making Michael sleep on the couch. Sure you guys can crack jokes at your brother's expense because it's not malicious but he and you hate when someone tries to use his leg as a reason to soothe their guilty conscience.
When Sunday rolled around, any chance you had of sleeping in was ruined by your two little hooligans coming into your room and jumping on your bed. You groan and roll over trying to bury your head into your mattress or your husband's side. Michael's just laughing because you asked for this to happen.
“Stevie, Maddox, can't you go bother Uncle Jacky? He's sleeping in the guest room.”
Then your brother hobbles into your room with his crutches.
“Too late for that, they already got me up!”
This makes you groan even louder.
“Who said you could be in our room Jack?”
“Shut up Michael.”
“Ooh my full first name, how original.”
“Would you two quit or take your bickering to the living room? Some of us are trying to sleep.”
“Mama mama mama!”
“Mommy it's time to get up.”
“Michael Joseph Robinavitch, they're up early, they're your children.”
“Yes dear. Come on Nix and Dox, let's give mama a couple more minutes and we'll go get breakfast started.”
Maddox and Stevie got off your bed and started running towards the living room. Michael got out of bed and rushed after them so they couldn't make a huge ass mess or get into things they aren't supposed to. You rolled back over and noticed your brother was still standing in your room.
“Either go help Mikey with your sidekicks or get your ass in bed next to me. I need my beauty sleep.”
“Well then you better never get out of bed if you need sleep to make you beautiful.”
“Go away Jack. I'll call mom and tell her that her grown ass son is picking on her precious baby girl.”
“Good try sis but mom already knows what you're like. The only ones getting away with murder in her eyes are your children.”
“I hate when you're right.. Now seriously go help Mikey with Nix and Dox or get your ass up here and cuddle with me like you used to when you were a good big brother and less of a jackass.”
“I see what you did there. And of course I used to cuddle with you back in the day because people thought you were my kid and it was easier to pick up women when I had a little wingman.”
“Eww gross.”
“My thoughts exactly when mom and dad said they were having you when I was 18.”
You took Michael's pillow and threw it at Jack without even looking. You knew it hit him in the stomach when you heard one of his crutches fall.
“That's 100 points for me!”
“You're such a child.”
“Look who's talking.”
Jack groaned but you knew he picked the pillow up and his crutch. Then you heard his crutches getting closer to the bed and felt when he sat down next to you. You scooted over in bed and Jack moved to lay down next to you.
“You excited for the game today?”
“I am but I'm more excited for the kids because they've been begging to go. You gonna match the family and wear a TJ Watt jersey?”
“Yeah I am. You guys wearing black or yellow jerseys?”
“Black.”
“Okay good then I picked the right one to pack.”
“What the yellow one?!”
“No doofus I packed the black jersey.”
“You going to be okay on your leg today?”
“Is that someone showing actual care to their older brother?!”
“Forget I asked and suffer then.”
Jack rolled over and put you in a headlock and messed up your hair.
“Fuck okay I'm sorry. Let me go.”
Jack lets you go and you punch him in the stomach. He groans and grabs your arm.
“Let go of me!”
“No. Apologize for punching me.”
“I'm sorry you're a little bitch.”
Jack grabs your other arm too.
“Fuck. Fine. I'm sorry for punching you in the stomach but to be fair you put me in a headlock.”
Jack releases your arms and pulls you into his side. You poke him in the side but lay there next to your brother.
“Good thing the kids don't ever see you be mean to me, I don't need them to start getting ideas about fighting with each other, especially Maddox thinking because he's the baby he can take on Stevie and not feel any consequences for it. But also they would probably try to fight you to protect me.”
“I'm aware of how protective they are of their mama. They don't care when I annoy Mike though.”
“I don't care when you annoy my husband until it gets to a point where I have to butt in and separate you two.”
“You know you love us.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Love you too bub. Now come on. I'm starving so get your ass out of bed.”
“You could've gone out to the kitchen with your niece and nephew and let me lay here in peace.”
“Where's the fun in that?!”
“I forgot you enjoy making my life miserable.”
“Any chance I get.”
“Yeah yeah fuck off Jack. I'm up so let's go.”
You shoved Jack so he almost fell off the bed. He managed to catch himself and grabbed one of his crutches and jabbed you with it in your thigh. You pushed it away and waited until Jack got fully off of the bed before you struck again.
You got out of bed and waited patiently as Jack hobbled down the hallway. Once you were in the living room, you saw Stevie and Maddox. Maddox came running over to you and you picked him up. Stevie didn't want to be left out so she came running too. You carefully picked her up on your side.
“Little monsters, mama has a mission for you.”
“A mission?”
“Yes. Your Uncle Jacky was being mean to me so I need you to wait until he sits down and run away with his crutches. Do you think you can do that?”
Stevie and Maddox looked at you with wicked grins and nodded their heads. You gave each of them a forehead kiss and sat them back on the ground. They went running towards the dining room. You walked towards the kitchen where you could tell your husband was cooking because it smelled delicious. You crept up behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle and tried to look over his shoulder at what he was making.
“Good morning sunshine. I see you finally decided to join us in the land of living. I don't know why you're trying to look over my shoulder when I know you're far too short to see.”
“What is this?! Pick on me day?! First Jack and now you.”
“What'd Jack do?”
“Put me in a headlock, messed up my hair, grabbed ahold of my arms and wouldn't let go, and he jabbed me in the thigh with his crutch.”
“And what did you do to your brother?”
“Nothing.”
“Darling, you and I both know that's a lie.”
“Fuck off Michael you're supposed to be on my side.”
“I am on your side angel but you like to antagonize Jack.”
“I might've thrown a pillow at him, called him a bitch, punched him in the stomach, poked him in the side, and tried to shove him off the bed.”
“See. You're making my point for me. You're in your early 30s and Jack's almost 50 and you two still argue like he's a teenager and you're a toddler.”
“Are you sure you don't love him more than me?!”
“While he is my brother just not blood related, you're my wife and I will always love you more.”
“Good and just know I've sent our kids to do my dirty work.”
“Why?!”
“Because Jack loves them and won't be expecting it.”
“I guess that's true. Now why don't you go round everyone up in the dining room and we'll eat breakfast and then get ready for the game afterwards.”
“Sounds good to me but I would like a kiss first.”
You heard Michael shut the stove off since he was right and you can't see over his shoulder. Once the stove was off, he turned around in your arms so he was facing you. You smiled up at him. He shook his head but you could see the small smirk on his face. He leaned down and kissed you. You pulled him in closer to you since your arms are around his middle. He smiled into your kiss and you bit his bottom lip and pulled away from the kiss.
“I'll go round up our monsters and Jack.”
“Thank you darling.”
“I love you handsome.”
“I love you too gorgeous. Now go.”
“Yes sir.”
“Keep that up angel and I'll show you a good time later.”
“Promise?”
“I promise. As long as we're not all tired out after the game.”
“Shit knowing our kids, they're going to want to sleep in our bed.”
“We'll just con them off onto Jack.”
“Now there's my smart and sexy husband. I love the way you think.”
“Get going before the food gets cold.”
You roll your eyes and let Michael go. You exit the kitchen and walk into the dining room. Jack and your kids are already sitting down at the table.
“Well you just made my job easy. Thanks! Oh and babes you know what to do.”
“Mama?”
“Now?”
“Yes now, Maddox and Stevie.”
Your kids get up from their chairs and each grab one of Jack's crutches. Then they take off running out of the dining room with the crutches in their hands.
“Are you serious?”
“I have no idea what you're talking about Jack.”
“Why would you make them run away with my crutches?”
“Payback.”
“Dox and Nix bring Uncle Jacky his crutches back.”
“No don't kiddos. He's gotta apologize first.”
“I'm sorry I jabbed you in the thigh with my crutch.”
“And?”
“And nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes I'm sure.”
“I just like making you sweat. Kids you can bring your uncle his crutches back. And come sit down for breakfast.”
The kids run back into the dining room holding Jack's crutches. They sit the crutches down by their uncle and then go back to their seats around the table. Then Michael finally comes into the dining room holding a platter of pancakes and syrup.
“About time, we were starving.”
“Don't start with me Jack.”
“Dada hungwy!”
“Yay daddy, pancakes!”
“It smells delicious honey.”
“See Jacky, why can't you be like your niece and nephew or even your sister?!”
“Because you wouldn't have me any other way.”
“You're so annoying, go find something else to eat, these aren't for you anymore. Anyways, kiddos I've got the pancakes right here. Do you want the chocolate chip pancakes or the regular buttermilk ones that you can add toppings to?”
In unison your children scream, “CHOCOLATE!!!!!”
You and Michael just shake your heads because you knew before he ever asked the question which pancakes they'd want. Michael sat the platter of pancakes down in the middle of the table. He dished up one chocolate chip pancake to Dox and two chocolate chip pancakes to Nix. You pour some of the syrup onto their plates for them because you don't want them to make a gigantic mess. You saw out of the corner of your eye, Jack take 2 of the chocolate chip pancakes onto his own plate.
Once the kids are situated and chowing down, you dish yourself up two of the regular buttermilk pancakes. Michael dished himself up 3 of the buttermilk pancakes and loaded his with syrup.
“Hey honey, what do you have for toppings in the kitchen?”
“Oh shit, I knew I was forgetting something. I'll go grab it in a second but, because I know you and what time of year it is, I heated up some of the canned apple pie filling we had in the pantry.”
“Go get it and I'll make it worth your while after the kids go to bed.”
“Not in front of our pancakes!”
“Fuck off Jack.”
“Little ears are listening.”
“And they hear me and their father swear all the time and their annoying uncle does too and all of their fun family from the Pitt. We try to tone it down but they never seem to notice. Now eat your pancakes and shut up.”
Jack mimes shutting up and starts shoveling bites of his pancakes into his mouth. Michael just stares between you two and is trying desperately to not start laughing. Your kids are too busy eating their sugar filled breakfast to notice the bickering between their mama and their uncle. Michael gets up from the table and heads back into the kitchen to get you the warm apple pie filling. You just sit there and glare at your brother until Michael gets back.
Michael sets the bowl with the apple pie filling down in front of you. You pull him down into a quick kiss and then let go of his shirt. He smiles and you smack his ass as he walks back around the table to his chair which only causes him to blush. Jack makes fake gagging noises from your left. You just start scooping the apple pie filling onto your pancakes and subtly flip your brother off with your left hand (as if you're scratching your nose).
The rest of breakfast went by without any issues. There was no more bickering. It was all quiet minus the sounds of you all chewing your pancakes and cutting up the pancakes on the plates. The kids were done eating first and needed baths to get all of the chocolate and syrup off of their hands and faces. Your brother volunteered to give them their baths which you appreciated and the kiddos were on board for that because they love trying to see who can make Jack the most soaked.
You were tasked with cleaning up the dining room table and loading up the dishwasher with all of the dirty dishes. It really didn't take very long. You just rinsed the dishes off, put them in the dishwasher, put the soap pod in, and started it up. Putting away the leftovers was also easy since there were hardly any left. They got put in ziploc bags and stored in the fridge. You ate all the apple pie filling so you didn't need to get out a Tupperware bowl for any remainder of that.
Once everything was cleaned up and put away and your kids were in the bathtub splashing around by the sounds of it, you went back to your room to get dressed for the game. Michael was already in your room getting dressed when you walked in. He was shirtless and in his very loved cargo pants. You couldn't help but whistle at your husband because he's fucking handsome and looks like sin on legs.
“Like what you see, angel?”
“I always do honey but damn you look good.”
“I'm not even wearing a shirt.”
“I know. If you'd take your cargos off, I'd whistle even more.”
“You just like me for my body.”
“Oh baby do I especially when your body is pressed against me. But alas I love you for all of you. You are my incredibly smart, sexy, funny, and talented husband. More importantly, you're an amazing father to our children. And speaking of children, I have something for you.”
Michael turns around to look at you as he's putting his TJ Watt jersey on. He's confused and you can tell by the way his eyebrows are raised, but you've had a huge secret you've been meaning to tell him. You walk over to your dresser and open the middle drawer and pull out an ultrasound photo you've had stashed in there for a week.
“Close your eyes and stick your hands out.”
“Do I have to?”
“Michael!”
“Alright darling I'm closing my eyes, quit full first naming me.”
“I will when you learn to listen. Now are they closed?”
“Yes gorgeous, my eyes are closed.”
You turn around and walk back to where Michael's standing next to your shared closet. His hands are out like you asked, so you place the ultrasound photo in his palms. Then you back up a little bit.
“Go ahead and open your eyes.”
Michael opens his eyes and holds the ultrasound up. He looked at the ultrasound, then to you, back to the ultrasound, and finally back to you. His eyes are watering up.
“We're having another baby!?”
“Yeah Mikey, we're having another baby.”
“Does anyone else know?”
“Other than my friend Paige up in Obstetrics who did the ultrasound for me, no. It's just you and me. I figured we could tell Jack and the kids when the time's right.”
Michael sits the ultrasound down on the top of his dresser and pulls you into a bruising kiss. He places his hands on your stomach. You can only smile into the kiss and try to wipe away his tears. You eventually have to pull away because you should be getting dressed right now.
“Fuck I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
“I'm so incredibly happy right now.”
“I know honey. And we'll celebrate later, but for now I'm gonna get dressed for the game and you should probably go help Jack because you know how our little monsters are.”
“Yeah you're right. I'll go help him and fuck I can't believe soon it'll be 3 little monsters instead of 2.”
“Remember this stays between us for now.”
“You got it darling.”
“Thank you honey. Now get going. It's oddly quiet out there.”
“Ah shit. Alright I'm going. Let's hope your brother is still in one piece.”
You couldn't help but to laugh your ass off because Jack's almost never in one piece thanks to his prosthetic but if he still has his leg off he'll be in one piece. Michael just smiled seeing you laugh and the joy on your face before he walked out of your bedroom to go see what the kids were doing. You quickly changed into a pair of black ripped jeans and your TJ Watt jersey. You grabbed your Steelers hat out of the closet and started to walk back out to the living room to see what everyone was up to.
The sound of laughter hit your ears immediately and you couldn't help but smile. You walk into the living room and see your kids, now dressed in their jerseys and pants, playing keep away with their uncle's leg and their dad's sneakers. Every time Jack or Michael got close enough to steal their respected items back, your kids would quickly throw them to the other. You decide to stand up against the wall and watch because it's quality entertainment.
Everyone in the living room was made aware of your presence when you couldn't help but laugh at Maddox, who was army crawling through Michael's legs whilst holding Jack's prosthetic in a death grip. They all stopped moving and turned to look at you.
“Now what are you all doing? Jack you're not even dressed yet!”
“I couldn't get dressed, your children stole my leg after they soaked my pajamas when I gave them their baths. I was able to get them dressed and went into my room to change and who should follow me…your hooligans.”
“One that's not your room. It's the guest room. Two why didn't you send them to the living room to play after you got them dressed?”
“It's basically my room since I'm over here a lot. And I did send them to the living room, but they followed me anyway.”
“Maddox, will you please give Uncle Jacky his leg please. Stevie give your daddy his shoes. I want you two to sit on the couch or the floor and play nicely until your uncle is finished getting dressed. Only well behaved babies get to go to the Steelers game.”
“So Uncle Jacky isn't going?”
Your husband couldn't contain his laughter at Stevie's quick smartass comment. You couldn't either and Jack just glared at you both.
“That was a good one Nix. However your Uncle Jacky is going to the game with us and for your quick wit, you get to sit next to him.”
“Mama I wanna sit by Unkky Jack.”
“That's very sweet of you Maddox. What do you think Jack? Which kid would you like to sit by?”
“I'll sit next to my sidekick.”
“There you go Dox, Uncle Jacky said you could sit by him.”
“Uncle Jacky! You don't wanna sit by me?!”
“That's not true my little rockstar. How about you two switch every time we get up for the bathroom or to get a snack? Would that be okay?”
Stevie and Maddox looked at each other as if they could telepathically communicate and both of them nodded their heads.
“Okay!”
“Otay.”
“Great! I'm gonna go get dressed. I'll be back in like 5 minutes. Don't miss me too much!”
“They're not going to miss you Jack. Go get dressed already.”
“Shut up Michael, they will too. Won't you kiddos?”
Maddox and Stevie both nodded their heads and then went and sat down on the couch like you'd told them to do minutes earlier. Michael was sitting next to them putting his new balances on.
“See! They love me unlike you two.”
“Jack go get dressed.”
“I'm going. I'm going.”
Jack sat in the recliner and put his prosthetic leg on before getting up and walking into his room in your house. You turned to look at your kids. They were just sitting quietly on the couch still. You noticed that Maddox had on cargo pants and Stevie had on black jeans. Jack managed to have your kids match you and Michael perfectly. Are you that predictable?
“Who wants to get their shoes on? And do you have hats you wanna wear?”
“Mama mama mama spidey shoes?”
“Dox wants to wear his light up Spiderman shoes. Can you go get those out of his room Mikey?”
“Absolutely!”
“Mommy can I have my vans?”
“You sure can baby girl. Those are by the front door. You wanna run and go get them and come back to the couch so we can get them on.”
Nix just nodded her head yes and got up off the couch.
“Hey honey while you're getting Dox's shoes, can you grab both of them their Pitt hats? Just get Dox's bucket hat and Nixie's baseball hat that's covered in all of the yellow and black hearts.”
“You got it darling. I'll be right back with Dox's shoes and then both of their hats. Do you need anything from our room?”
“Nope I should have everything. Thanks babe.”
Michael got off the couch and walked by you. He leaned down and gave you a kiss before walking down the hallway to go get those couple of things. Stevie ran back to the couch holding her black and white checkered slip on vans. She sat down on the couch and stuck her feet out at you as if you're meant to put her shoes on for her.
You bent down and took Stevie's shoes and slid them on her feet for her. Dox was playing with Stevie's hair while he waited. You could hear the tell tale signs of your brother walking down the hallway but you could also hear your husband. Those two were talking about the upcoming game. You could hear Jack bitching about Aaron Rodgers and damnit you wanted to complain too so they need to hurry up and get back to the living room.
Stevie got up the minute she saw her daddy. Dox waited patiently on the couch for his shoes. Michael walked over to the couch and crouched down to put Dox's shoes on for him. Stevie was making Jack put her hat on for her so that her braid would go through the hole in the back nicely. You took Dox's bucket hat and put it on his head while Michael was putting Dox's shoes on for him. After Maddox was situated, he got up off the couch and ran towards Jack.
You and Michael shook your heads but headed towards the chaos trio. Everyone was ready to go now. Jack was wearing essentially the same outfit as Michael and Maddox, only he didn't put a hat on and had his terrible towel sticking out of his pocket and had his combat boots on like he always does. Maddox was jumping up and down and wanted Jack to pick him up.
“Are you guys ready to go?”
“Absolutely brother.”
“Please babe.”
“Yay Steewers!”
“Yes daddy.”
“Alright everyone out to the Tahoe.”
You should've figured that you'd be taking your car since that's where the car seats are and it's big enough to fit all of you comfortably. You're only a little annoyed because you know you're going to be stuck in the back seat because your brother surely won't climb back there and Michael is always uncomfortable back there. Like expected, Michael grabbed his set of keys to your SUV and you all single filed out of the house after him. You were the last one out of the house so you locked the front door.
By the time you reached your car, Jack was sitting comfortably in your passenger seat and Michael was strapping Maddox into his seat. Stevie was waiting for you since you'd have to slide into the middle seat and you could buckle her in once you were settled. You climbed into the backseat and Stevie followed you. Michael walked around the car after strapping Maddox into his seat and shut the door next to Stevie before getting in the driver’s seat. You strapped Stevie into her seat and put your seat belt on. It feels like this day is never going to end and you haven't even made it to the game yet.
The drive to Heinz Field, you'll never call it Acrisure Stadium, was relatively peaceful except the kids were bouncing up and down in their seats from excitement. Since Jack's got his handicap placard, you were able to pre-buy a parking pass that was for a lot super close to the field. It's also why you left for the game as early as you all did because if you want a decent spot, you need to get there early.
Michael pulled your car into the lot and security scanned your parking pass and let you all through. Jack put his placard up on the rear view window. Michael parked the Tahoe and you unbuckled both of your kids. Michael opened the back driver's side door and Jack opened the back passenger side door. They had to open the doors because of the child protection locks you've got on both doors. Stevie jumped out of her seat and got out of the car. Maddox stuck his arms up for Michael to pick him up, which he did, and he got out of the car. You crawled out of the door that Stevie left through.
Stevie was holding Jack's hand and Maddox didn't like that he was missing out so he demanded that Michael put him on the ground so he could hold Jack's hand too. Michael sat Dox on the ground and Maddox ran over to Jack who already had his hand out ready for Maddox to take. That's fine with you because now you can interlock your hand and arm with Michael.
You all walk over to Heinz Field and Michael's got all of the tickets on his phone so you guys crowd around him. You don't want to lose anyone, not that Jack would ever let your kids wander off when he's holding onto them, but the crowd in general for entering the building is condensed so you're being extremely cautious. Going through security was fine except Jack had to show his prosthetic leg but other than that you guys were let in with no issues. A few of the security guys recognized you guys as being doctors from PTMC, which probably helped you move through without any hassle.
Once you'd all made it through security and had your tickets scanned, the kids wanted to go look in the pro shop and your brother was more than happy to take them. You're all for it because then they can spend Jack's money. You and Michael just follow behind the chaos trio into the pro shop. The kids ran straight to the toys and Jack had to try and catch up to them.
“Unkky Jacky!!! Twcetops!!!”
“You want the triceratops Dox?”
“Yes pwease!”
“You got it little man.”
“Uncle Jacky, can I get the dragon?”
“You sure can, my little rockstar. I'll also be getting you both your very first terrible towels as long as that's cool with your daddy.”
“Yeah Jack that's fine, but brother you don't have to get them the plushes.”
Maddox and Stevie turned around so quickly to look at their daddy and they gave him a death stare. You knew they were thinking just wtf is wrong with you old man, don't think about taking our toys.
“Nevermind buy them whatever they want.”
Your kids went back to smiling and looking around the store. Jack grabbed two basic terrible towels to add to his basket that's got the two stuffed animals in it. The kiddos decided they didn't want anything else in the shop, which you're sure Jack is glad of. He went ahead and paid for their new plushies and the towels. He had the cashier put them in separate bags so the kids could each have their own bags.
You all left the pro shop and made your way to the 100 level where your seats are, and you're definitely going to ask how much these cost because you know it's not a pretty number. Michael went up to one of the food kiosks and grabbed 5 waters, all of which were distributed out. The kids put theirs in their bags.
Michael doesn't want to get food yet because you all had breakfast before you left the house and it's ridiculous just what they charged you for food at these events. After grabbing the waters, he led all of you to your section. You guys are in section 138 row EE. It's way closer to the field than you needed to be.
“Michael Joseph Robinavitch, how much did these tickets cost?”
“They're on the house.”
“Now how the hell did you manage that because these normally go for over a grand each.”
“Someone in the head office at the hospital owed Jack and I a huge favor.”
“Jack?”
“They knew they owed us because Gloria is always riding our asses and after the Pittfest MCI let's just say they can't afford to lose us.”
“Well then we're about to have a great time on the hospital's dime. I love it.”
“Not the hospital's dime exactly but pretty close. These are someone's family's season tickets.”
“And they willingly gave up the home opener game?”
“Yep!”
“We threatened to quit if they didn't.”
“You better be joking Jack.”
“Okay. I'm joking.”
“Jack!”
“I'm kidding, I promise.”
“I'll believe you this one time because the kids are right here.”
“Mommy?”
“Yeah Nix?”
“Can we sit down now?”
“Absolutely!”
Michael walked into the row first, you follow, then Stevie, then Maddox, and lastly Jack. Jack needs the end aisle seat to be comfortable with his leg. You all sit down. The kiddos get out their new terrible towels from their bags. Jack takes his out of his pocket and explains to them how they work.
You zone that out in favor of looking at your husband. Michael could tell you were looking at him, so he turned to face you with a shit eating grin on his face that you couldn't help but kiss off his face. Michael was still smiling when you pulled out of the kiss. He stuck his hand out for you to hold and you took it in yours.
“I love you honey. Thank you for today. Seeing the kids so happy makes me incredibly happy.”
“I love you too darling. I'd do anything to make our kids happy, and just wait until our littlest one gets to experience the game out of the womb.”
“Shhh. Don't say it so loud, remember it's a secret.”
“For how much longer?”
“Maybe a month?”
“Babe, I'm not sure I'll last a week without exploding.”
“Let me get through my doctor's appointment and then it's fair game okay?”
“Deal.”
You both turned to look at your kids who were sitting animatedly talking their uncle's ears off. All you could do was smile and think that your husband was right. You can't wait to do this all over again when your littlest one arrives.
“Now the most important lesson I'm going to teach you about football monsters is that we hate Aaron Rodgers. It doesn't matter that he's our quarterback. None of us wanted him and we're still mad that he beat us in the Superbowl when he was on the Green Bay Packers. So if you hear someone say something positive about him, you boo them, understand?”
“Jack, are you corrupting the children again?”
“Nope. I'm teaching them the right way to cheer.”
“Alright and babies your uncle is right. We don't root for Aaron even if he's our quarterback. We're still mad that they let Justin Fields go because he was showing great promise. And it's not in Mike Tomlin we trust. He should've been replaced ages ago.”
“It also doesn't help that Justin’s not an arrogant asshole like Rodgers. And Tomlin has needed be go for years but fuck if the owners had brains enough to do it.”
“Mama what's an asshole?”
“Jack! Little ears damnit.”
“Maddox buddy don't repeat everything I say. And you just swore too with a worse swear word might I add.”
“Wait, I know what it is?!”
“You better not know what it is, Stevie?”
“It's what you call Uncle Jacky when he's being mean to you.”
“I'm offended. Does your mama really do that?”
“Yes! But so does daddy.”
“Stevie James! Don't throw me under the bus like that. But we absolutely do because you're an ass sometimes.”
Jack's just sitting in his seat smirking because the kids really are his sidekicks. You smack Michael's shoulder with the hand that's not currently holding his.
“There’s going to be no more swearing out of any of us for the remainder of the game. Got it?”
“Sure sis, but you know you're going to break that within the first 10 minutes of the game.”
“Babies close your eyes.”
Your kids closed their eyes and you flipped Jack off which just made him burst out laughing.
“You can open your eyes again monsters.”
The kiddos opened their eyes and looked back and forth between their laughing dumbass uncle and their mama. Michael is trying his hardest not to laugh too. You were eventually saved from your embarrassment because it's almost kick off time and the crowd around you was getting loud and hyped up which amped up your kiddos. They were bouncing in their seats.
The Seattle Seahawks were getting the ball first and that made you happy because you always want the ball to start the second half. The opening drive for the Seahawks was very blah until Darnold, the quarterback, threw a 21 yd pass to Horton and scored a touchdown. The crowd around all of you were booing, so naturally you could hear your kids start booing too which caused you, Michael, and Jack to join in. Even louder boos could be heard when their extra point kick was good.
The Steelers got the ball and there were some short passes and rushing attempts. Your section of the stands cheered particularly loudly when there was a 5 yd penalty against Seattle and your kids seeing everyone waving their terrible towels tried their best to wave theirs too. This drive you had to settle for a field goal, which caused groans to echo including your own, but at least there are points on the board.
The kickoff to Seattle went for 64 yds. Everyone was on their feet yelling and cheering and waving their towels because Sam Darnold threw an interception on the first play after the kick off. Jalen Ramsey intercepted the ball that was meant for Cooper Kupp. He made it two yards before he was tackled.
Aaron Rodgers couldn't complete a damn pass to save his life and had to rely on the running yards to get them to field goal range so they could capitalize on the interception. The field goal attempt was good but you could hear people around you bitching about Rodgers and you really wanted to join in but you also didn't want to prove your brother right and start swearing in front of your kids.
The first quarter was over and it was time to start the second quarter. Maddox started getting antsy and demanding a snack which made Stevie want a snack too. Jack begrudgingly got up and took your kids to go get something to eat. He made sure both of them were holding his hands before he called over to you and Michael.
“Do you two want anything?”
“I'm good brother, thanks.”
“Yeah Jack, bring me back a couple of those sliders.”
“I'll think about it. Alright I'm gonna take these two. Let me know what I missed.”
“You got it. Thank you!”
The chaos trio walked up the stairs and out of view. You turned back to the game. You watched as Seattle missed their field goal which erupted the crowd in the stands. Then it was punt after punt for the next few drives. Seattle had to punt once but Pitt punted twice. Your brother and kids finally came back holding a crap ton of food. Your kids handed the food to you and Michael so they could sit back down.
“That better not all be for them Jack.”
“Of course not. The sliders are for you. And even though Mikey said he didn't want any, I got him a couple sliders too.”
“Thanks Jack.”
“Thanks bub! But are those perogies I see?”
“You see nothing. These are for me and your children.”
“Can I have one?!”
“Stevie and Maddox, should we let your mama have one of the perogies?”
“No.”
“Nuh uh.”
“The jury has spoken.”
“Betrayed by my old blood. I see how it is.”
The kiddos happily munched on their perogies right in front of your face. You pouted at them and turned back to your sliders, which didn't look as appetizing anymore. Michael was happily munching on the sliders that he didn't ask for but still appreciated. You took a bite out of a crab cake slider and arguably it was delicious and went back to paying attention to the game.
You started paying attention just in time to see Seattle's Darnold throw another interception. This time it was caught by Herbig, who ran it for 41 yards before being tackled. If you guys weren't munching on food, you would've been up on your feet hooting and hollering. All you could do was wave your terrible towels since that required the least amount of work whilst you ate.
Everyone was up on their feet hoping you could capitalize on Seattle's fuck up and was thrilled when Aaron Rodgers threw a completed short pass to Metcalf for the touchdown. They went for the 2 point conversion. It was good! Aaron's pass attempt to Washington was completed. You were no longer holding your sliders, having sat them down on your seat so you were yelling and your kids were jumping up and down yelling and waving their towels. It was very fucking adorable to see their excitement.
After Seattle got the ball back and couldn't do anything with it, they punted it. The Steelers got the ball to just let Aaron get sacked and the first half ended. A lot of people around you were laughing at Aaron being sacked and you were no better because you were also laughing. It's halftime though so you all finished eating the snacks that Jack had bought and vibed to the music playing in the stadium. Maddox and Stevie switched seats since Maddox got to sit next to Unkky Jacky for the first half so it was Stevie's turn to sit by her Uncle Jacky.
When the third quarter started, you could feel a shift in the air and knew it was going to get rowdy here soon. The Steelers got the ball to start the half but couldn't do anything with it. They had 6 plays for just under 4 minutes and could only go 19 yards. Talk about disappointment. To add insult to injury though, Seattle scored a touchdown on their next drive. They had 9 plays for 5 minutes of gametime and went 80 yards down the field. Their point after was good too.
The Steelers next drive started out promising. Rodgers had thrown a short pass to Warren who managed to run 65 yards, but then he couldn't complete his next pass to Hall. The next time Rodgers threw the ball for 3rd & Goal. He was aiming for Freiermuth but it was intercepted by Seattle's Kendrick. The crowd around you erupted into swear words. You could hear Jack yelling but he had the right idea to cover Stevie's ears whilst he was yelling. You covered Maddox's ears, so you and Michael could start yelling too.
“How fucking hard is it to throw that damn ball!”
“Retire already you worthless sack of shit.”
“Sit your ass back down on the bench!”
“Someone get him out of there! This fucking loser has got to go.”
“Aaron's got to go! Just keep laying his ass out Seattle. Let us have our backup!”
“Fire Tomlin too while you're at it.”
When the yelling died down, you uncovered Maddox's ears and Jack uncovered Stevie's ears.
“Dada?”
“Yeah Dox?”
“Why wowd?”
“Because our quarterback is terrible.”
“Oh. Why ears?”
“That's so you couldn't hear mama, me, Unkky Jacky or anyone else say naughty words.”
“Otay Dada.”
You didn't expect that to be such an easy explanation but kudos to Michael for easing Maddox's worries. You were all focused on the game since it was almost time for the 4th quarter. It's showtime. It's either put up or shut up and knowing the Steelers they're gonna choke and end up losing. You can just feel it in your gut. The 4th quarter started in the middle of Seattle's drive. With a little under 13 minutes left of gametime Seattle's kicker Myers kicked a 54 yd field goal and it was good.
You and your brother got up and started screaming at the kickoff. Michael tried his best to get you to sit down. Myers had kicked the ball and it then turned into a fumble recovery in the end zone by Seattle's George Holani for a Seattle touchdown. You've never personally seen this happen before so you were pissed.
“Fire the special teams coordinator because what the fuck was that?!”
“Tomlin's got to go!”
“Open your fucking eyes!”
“Does nobody know how to work as a fucking team?! Goddammit!”
“You need to get your heads out of your asses!!”
Someone behind you had the gall to speak up and it made Michael and Jack angry.
“Look bitch if you don't like our team, why even come to the game?! Sit your fat ass down.”
“You got it brother. But when you're done. You're gonna have to cover their ears.”
You both do as you're told and then your normally gentle giant of a husband stands up and turns to face whoever just called you a fat ass.
“Listen here you limp dick motherfucker. You're not about to insult my wife in front of me and our kids. She's a passionate fan who gets over excited sometimes yeah. She has every right to cheer and yell just like everyone else. I heard you yelling earlier about some of the play calls and the fouls and Aaron Rodgers. And another thing is that my wife has an amazing ass. She is not fat, she's pregnant you stupid fuck. I hope if something were to happen to you or your family that you get taken to Presby because I'll refuse to work on you if you end up at our hospital.”
You can't believe your husband just told everyone around you including your brother that you're pregnant. Michael nodded his head towards Jack.
“Mikey, we'll be having a chat later about you and my sister keeping secrets from me. Anyways back to you, you spineless dickless asshat. To reiterate my brother in law, go to Presby because I'm not working on you and neither will my sister who you insulted just now. I didn't fight for our country and lose my leg saving people as a combat medic to come home and have someone insult my sister in front of my face just because her and I are very vocal football fans. On top of that, you just insulted a pregnant lady who's sitting next to her two children, so even if she was a bit bigger it wouldn't fucking matter because nobody's bodies are perfect. Now watch the rest of the game that we're bound to lose by the looks of it and keep your fucking mouth shut.”
“Holy shit you three are the attendings at PTMC?! You saved my daughter last year after Pittfest.”
“Yeah we are and you just seriously fucked up.”
“I'm so sorry ma'am. I'm just frustrated that we're losing too. Please accept my sincerest apologies.”
“Yeah sure, no problem. And don't listen to them, we'd still work on you and I'm glad we could save your daughter last year. Now please try to enjoy the rest of the game.”
You turned around and looked at both Jack and Michael with a look that clearly said to let it go. You also uncovered Maddox's ears and Jack uncovered Stevie’s.
“Mommy?”
“Yeah sweetheart?”
“Why were daddy and Uncle Jacky so mad?”
“It's nothing baby girl.”
“Mama?”
“Yeah buddy?”
“Mean man?”
“Kind of.”
Your sweet innocent children turned around in their seats and flipped the man off.
“Stevie and Maddox! We don't do that. Who taught you the middle finger?”
“Uncle Jacky.”
“Unkky Jacky!”
“Jack!”
“I'm not even sorry right now.”
“Don't set a bad fucking example. Watch the game.”
“Mama naughty.”
“I know I said a naughty word but you don't repeat it baby boy. Let's watch the game.”
Since the altercation is over and you're all facing forwards watching the game again, you let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in. You'd all turned around to watch your kicker Boswell kick a 45 yard field goal and it was good! Now the Steelers are only down by one score with about 7 minutes left in the game. You should be hopeful that they'll turn the game around but you've been a Steelers fan for far too long to know better than that.
Your crew remains entirely too quiet for your liking especially since the crowd around you is being loud and boisterous. It took 4 minutes for Seattle to hammer the nail into the coffin since they scored another touchdown and their extra point kick was good. You looked to your right and saw the sad look upon your kiddos faces. Their frowns only deepened when almost 3 minutes later Aaron Rodgers threw another interception. It was meant for Austin but Seattle's Bryant caught it instead.
You look at your husband and can tell he's thinking the same thing you are. It's time to go home. The game is basically over even though there's a minute left, you don't need to watch anymore. You look over at Jack and he's already starting to stand up.
“Come on babies, follow Uncle Jacky. We're going home.”
Your kiddos got up quietly and followed their uncle. Their bags holding their plushies and discarded terrible towels were on their back. You got up, as did Michael, and you both followed after them. A lot of people were also trying to make their exit, so Jack was holding Stevie's hand and Maddox's hand. You're holding Michael's hand and Maddox's other hand. Your family made it out of Heinz Field and walked across the street back to your car.
You got your kiddos strapped into their seats and they got their new stuffed animals out of their bags and clutched them to their chests.
“Did my babies have a good time?”
“Was otay mama.”
“Wish we woulda won mommy.”
“I know my monsters but unfortunately you can't win them all. Did you like spending time as a whole family though?”
“Yeah mama. Unkky Jacky was fun.”
“It was fun until that mean guy.”
“Don't worry about that guy my loves. Would you want to go to another game in the future?”
“When I'm older.”
“When you're older? How about you Dox, do you agree with your sissy?”
“Yes mama.”
“Who's ready for a nap?”
“Me!”
“Meeeeee.”
“Snuggle with your new animals and we'll all take a nap when we get home.”
Michael and Jack were sitting quietly in the front seat. Neither of them were wanting to bring up Michael's accidental pregnancy reveal. You weren’t about to say anything about it either. It took a little while to get out of the area surrounding the stadium because people were walking here, there, and everywhere.
When Michael finally got you guys away from the stadium, it was a quiet drive back to your house. The kiddos fell asleep like you expected them to because it took like 50 minutes to get home from the time you got in the suv to when Michael pulled your Tahoe into your driveway. So that you wouldn't wake the kids up, you unbuckled them and then Michael and Jack got them out and carried them inside the house that you unlocked since you had the keys.
Michael took a sleeping Stevie into his arms from Jack and he walked the kids down the hallway to your bedroom. He laid your kids down in the center of your bed, took off their shoes, and covered them with two throw blankets. Michael also made sure that their new stuffed toys were tucked in with them before coming back to a tense living room. You were sitting on the couch and Jack was sitting in the recliner adjacent to the couch. Neither of you were talking, you were just staring at each other. You didn't hear Michael come back to the living room until he spoke up.
“You can cut the tension in here with a knife.”
“Sit down Mikey, we need to have a chat about your big mouth for once and not Jack's.”
Michael sits down on the couch next to you. You stick your hand out to him to take so he knows you're not mad at him.
“So you're pregnant and you weren't going to tell me?!”
“We were absolutely going to tell you. I just told Mikey this morning about it. I wanted to wait until after I go see Paige again to make sure we're still good and everything is progressing as it should.”
“I'm sorry you found out in the middle of the game. That dude just pissed me off so bad because he insulted the love of my life, the beautiful mother to the chaos children you consider sidekicks. It just slipped out because if someone is going to call her fat and mean it, they're going to meet my fist.”
“Oh and I would've bailed you out if you did start swinging. It just hurt my feelings at that moment because you'd kept it a secret and then just dropped it like you did. However I understand you were defending my sister and I appreciate that because if you didn't, I'd be whopping your ass. Also I'm so excited for you guys. Baby Robinavitch #3. Your kids will be the chaos trio without me. We'll come up with a new nickname for us.”
“I'll always be standing up for my darling and our kids and I'd always stand up for you too brother.”
“I'm in the same boat. You guys mean the world to me. I love being the fun uncle to your babies and they've given me part of my life back after well you know.”
It's not explicitly mentioned but you know Jack means the death of his wife.
“I love you both and I appreciated you standing up for me but don't make a huge scene like that again because what would we tell the kids when they could potentially see their dad and uncle put in handcuffs?!”
“That's a fair point.”
“I let my emotions get the better of me. I'm sorry.”
“You're forgiven and now that Jack knows about the pregnancy, he needs to promise secrecy until my next appointment.”
“I promise to keep it to myself until after your appointment. And when it's time to tell our songbird and little man, let me know how I can help.”
“Thank you bub!”
“For you and Mikey, always! I love you guys.”
“Love you too brother.”
“You know I love you dickhead.”
“And she's back to normal. Oh shit I can't say anything to mom can I?!”
“Nope! It's a secret.”
“Shit!”
“Tell me about it, I can't tell Dana and that's gonna be so hard because she gets information out of me so easily.”
“I swear I'm going to have to duct tape both of your mouths shut.”
“Probably yeah.”
“Even though the game fucking sucked, I still had a nice time with you guys today. Thank you for letting me go along.”
“You're always welcome brother.”
“Yeah you're my free babysitter.”
“You're lucky you're pregnant. And now that I know that I feel extra bad about our play fighting this morning.”
“Oh don't worry about that. That was quality entertainment to start my day. You couldn't hurt me if you tried.”
“You remember that for further in the future when I surprise you.”
“Bring it on.”
“Okay you two, that's enough. But I will agree that today has been fairly interesting but it was full of love, chaos, and laughs and that's how it should always be.”
“I agree!”
“Seconded.”
“Hey Alexa, play We Are The Champions.”
*playing We Are The Champions by Queen on Spotify”
You let Freddie Mercury's vocals fill the room and you all relaxed into the furniture. If you happen to fall asleep on the couch on top of your husband that's no one's business, just like it's no one's business if Jack's talking in his sleep from the recliner. You're all the real winners in the end because you have each other and this family is a touchdown of love.
Michael Robinavitch Only Taglist: @order-of-river-phoenix
how he knows without a shadow of a doubt that he should not be getting involved with you. his best friend daughter— practically his niece. it’s wrong, you still call him uncle jack for christ’s sake. even like this, while you rock yourself down on his rough fingers perched perfectly in his lap. you mumble out the title through kiss swollen lips.
he should have denied your advances, ignored the coy looks. pushed your hands away when they rested on his cheeks, told you this was. for lack of a better term—fucked up to be doing with him, with you, together. but he didn’t, he let you kiss him in the quiet of your living room. let you press your impossibly soft, fruity lip balm flavored lips to his so gently. what did he come over for again..? a pipe..? the..kitchen. your kisses make it hard to think—yeah you said there was a leak beneath the kitchen sink and asked him to come fix it. and he he said yes, of course he did because by extension of robby, you were his little girl too.
when he walked in and caught sight of you in an old t-shirt, shoulder exposed and legs bare with seemingly. a lack of anything beneath it he kept his eyes trained on your face. to the best of his ability.
you hovered while he worked, kneeling next to him handing him this tool and that. bare knee pressed to his jean clad thigh humming while you openly ogled at the way his biceps flexed beneath the tight fitted black shirt he wore. how the summer sun had the freckles imbedded in his skin more visible over the exposed skin on his arms.
“take a picture kid, it’ll last longer.” he spoke flatly.
he can hear the smile as you respond “can i?”
huffing out a laugh he returns to his work capable hands tightening, realigning and fixing whatever issues he comes across. under your watchful gaze that carries a kind of heat that you should not, under any circumstances be directing at him. he had to admit the attention from a pretty thing like you was nice— and that’s what scared him. when he was done you offered to let him rest up on your couch which he agreed to. sinking his tired muscles into the cushions of your sofa. and now here he is, you in his lap grinding yourself down on those same capable fingers.
really, how could he say no too that sweet voice of yours. the scent of cocoa butter and something honeyed on your skin making him dizzy. and the bat of your eye lashes as you took one of his hands into yours, manicured fingers running over the veins and signs of aging.
saying he must get a lot done with hands like these, strong, steady and skilled. wishing you could experience the weight of these hands that to you— help up the sky. on you, in you. he gave you a look then, eyes roaming over your all too pretty face. you make this hard, so god damn difficult.
then, you kissed him with a gentleness that surprised the older man.
climbing into his lap as you deepened it, soft hands on sun aged, freckle dusted skin. he could get lost in it. he did for a moment eyes closing with the feeling of you on him. melting him into you like the allure you were. nose bumping yours as you went from pecking his mouth to slow kisses that made him ache for you.
“mm—sweetheart no—we shouldn’t. your dad he—“ and oh, your whine just breaks his heart. pitiful and soft.
“—he’s not here, uncle jack please..need you so bad. can be our secret pretty please..” you protested, hands still planted firmly on his face. lips a hair’s width from his.
“it—it’s not right kid..” he sighs.
words trailing off into a groan as he becomes privy to the way you grind your hips down onto his. hands coming to settle on your thighs unsure if he should push you off or not. it’s slow, he can faintly make out the feeling of your cunt through the fabric of his pants. and your..you’re only wearing panties.
“fuck me.”
“m’tryin, you won’t let me.”
that gets a laugh out of him, up from the chest and out through the nose. your lips trail down his neck in feathered pecks. he squeezes his eyes shut trying to regulate his breathing. feeling his cock twitch to life, beginning to strain and press against his boxers.
“jack i..i really want you. i’ll do anything. been needing this for so long. can’t even make myself cum if im not thinking of you.”
“—jesus”
“never feels good when i’m with anyone else, I just want it to be you. a-always got you on my mind..at night especially. when i—mng—need you the most..”
your words are broken up by your feverish grinding onto the outline of his cock. the denim catching on your cotton covered core wonderfully. small sparks of pleasure coursing through you. it’s a beautiful sight really.
he has to stop himself from letting irritation build beneath his skin at the line about you sleeping with anyone else. you’re grown, gorgeous and utterly enticing of course you’ve had your pick of men. luckily the jealousy is quelled by your notion that you always wanted it to be him.
“for my first time i..got someone who looked like you. didn’t act like you it was—ah— the closest i could get. to th-the real thing—“
his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. with each confession you make his resolve slips further and further out of reach. a run away kite in the wind, untamed and gone in the blink of an eye carried off somewhat far far away.
you pull back from his neck eyes low and hazy. looking into his, searching for rejection and there is none. just the eyes of a man holding onto a string of morals steadily fraying by the second looking back at you.
“don’t you think i’m pretty?” wispy, hopeful, quiet. an utterly heartbreaking pout on your lips.
that was it all it took.
jack immediately leaning in to capture your lips which causes you to sigh happily feeling all the tension in your body melt away. it’s heated immediately his tongue finding its way into the warmth of your mouth. mapping out the space for later use. the scruff of his stubble prickling your skin in the best way. hands now rocking you down on him causing the prettiest of whimpers to escape you. and he drinks them down greedily.
“this’ll be our secret yea?” he rasps. confirmation.
“mhm—mhm..” he nods kissing you a moment more before pulling back. explaining that while he won’t fuck you just yet, he won’t leave you like this either.
—
his fingers are impossibly deep, long, thick and textured. his middle and ring finger nestled snugly in the heat of your dripping cunt. stroking you over with years of practiced precision as you all but ride them. your face resting in the crook of his neck drooling out incomprehensible moans and drooling into his shirt. not like he cared.
“un—uncle jack..” you babble. his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “shh s’okay sweet girl.”
god that voice. his voice. you sniffle, the feeling of finally, finally having him after all these years overwhelming every nerve ending in your body. white hot heat searing you with every thrust of his hand and bounce of your hips. molten want buzzing beneath your surface.
“just needed me ain’t that right baby?” voice low and steady. it being the only thing keeping you grounded.
how could fingers feel so good? nothing before has even come close to this for you. not your fingers a past partners or any of your various vibrators. it’s like he’s remolding you from the inside out. reaching your depths with only a quirk of his wrist. doctor privileges? you wonder. the passing thought makes you slur out a laugh. and only then did you realize that jack had spoken.
“huh?”
you pick up your head eyes watery as you look at him, a lazy fucked out smile on your lips.
he smiles, crows feet on full display.
“alright? you feelin’ good?” its not much of a question as you know that he already knows the answer. but you still try to respond anyways and he beats you to it.
“yeah you are, look at you. already stupid off my fingers. so fucking cute, let me make you cum. kid.”
maybe it’s what he said, or the way he said it. but something about it set you off. maybe it was the way he whispered out “give it to me.” when your pussy began to spasm around his fingers. that had your hips stilling and hands unfolding from your chest to grip his shoulders tight. crying out a broken yelp of something between his name and “ohmygod” as it crashes over you in mind numbing waves.
he helps you ride through it. gentle words of encouragement drifting from him to you in your haze. slowing his pumping to a halt. pressing a kiss to your temple as you shake violently in his lap.
⋆˚✿˖°| uncle!jack feels guilty about the way he looks at you, his niece. how he can’t even have a simple conversation without noticing all the small erotic details about you. your glossed lips leaving a shimmery ring around the opening of your straw. his imagination immediately using that for fuel to concoct a sinful image of you attempting to take his thick cock down your throat.
he knows you’d struggle with it, most people do. but instead of it being an inconvenience it’d be a turn on. watching your pretty mouth stretch to accommodate his size.
he can’t help but stare at your thighs when you sit, you yourself laughing with a cousin of yours completely oblivious to how he stands across the lawn. watching them pillow out softly. showing off your curves..and the way your hips become more prominent.
⋆˚✿˖°| uncle!jack who offers to massage your feet after you complain that you’re sore. dropping to his knee to run his thumbs over the arch of your foot. suppressing a shudder at the pleased moan you let out.
“uncle jack that feels so nice..”
your idle conversation falls on deaf ears as his eyes zero in on the pretty white polish on your toes. pristine and sparkling with the glittering mixed in.
who feels like a creep when he feels his cock stir inside the confines of his briefs. the softness of your foot enough to get him going. mind absolutely racing, what would it feel like if said feet in his hands were pressed against his cock. stroking over him while he moaned into your thighs. pretty he thinks, they’d look so pretty covered in his cum.
Is it bad that I'm hoping Jack gets to robby's stepdaughter first...
warnings: fauxcest, stepdad!robby, uncle!jack, minor descriptions of sex.
oh that so juicy, imagine it all culminates on a family trip up to robby’s old cabin. you, him, michael, and your mom. it’s late summer, the august sun is hot and overbearing and oh! there’s a lake attached to the house.
it’s a small thing really, three rooms one bathroom. small kitchen next to the large living area. one room for you, one for jack, and for robby and your mom.
just a little family fun you know? some time to get away and relax away from the big city chatter. while michael is off with you mother exploring the grounds. you’re left alone at the cabin with jack..for unspecified amounts of time, who knows what he’ll do now that he’s got you alone? honestly much of the trip would go like that you and your precious uncle jack stuck together while your stepdad and mom spend time together.
they even kick you out of the house well, your mom does, so that she and michael can have some “adult” alone time. as she puts it, which promptly makes you grimace openly complaining about how you did not need to know that.
much to the slight annoyance of robby, knowing that you being alone with jack will give the sly man all kinds of ideas. having already told robby the length of his desires in regards to you after long shifts in the park across from the ED. beers in hand and inhibitions dwindling, where nobody is around to overhear or judge the vulgar words that spill from his lips. or the way michael agrees with him. in short he doesn’t trust him, it stems from concern but mostly jealousy, deep down past his maddening guilt for the lust he harbors for you. he wants you first, wants to touch you first to hear what melodic sounds he can pull from you. to see how you’d react to the pleasure he knows he can give you. how you’d shake underneath him, looking up with those pretty eyes of yours. would you call him michael, robby, or maybe even dad. the thought shakes him to his core.
before you both leave robby is pulling jack to the side with a rough hand on his shoulder giving him a stern look. as he all but yanks the man into the kitchen away from where you sit. “don’t get any ideas man.” and jack is giving a grin way too sharp to be innocent in the way he clearly tries to play it off as. “oh i’d never, scouts honor.” tone entirely fake paired with botched ‘cross my heart’ gesture granting him a completely unconvinced look from michael.
“I’m serious I..I—“ “—you what? get real brother. s’not my fault you’re taking too long.” his tone is flat and honest, before robby can rebuttal your mother is walking in urging them to wrap it up so jack and you can evacuate the premises.
with one last pointed look at the still grinning man, robby is begrudgingly telling you guys to have a good time. you responding with a bright “we will! uncle jack is always fun.” wide excited eyes melting him from your pure excitement, before he’s glancing at jack who wraps an arm around your shoulder “that we do kiddo.”
maybeeee this is all conceptual. aka not cannon just fun :)
In regards to the male reader post: male reader x uncle jack
gonna combine these okay? they were both ambiguous so they’re being smushedd, mmkay so i’m thinking uncle!jack.. jerking you off. walk w mari..!
“j-jack I dunno if—fuck.” the expletive falling from your parted mouth before you can stop it. immediately regretting your slip of the tongue.
he tuts. “what did I say about swearing?” rough hand slowing down..again over the shaft of your twitching cock. thumb coming up to press meanly into the weeping slit making you wince.
“you—you said..”
you trail off, becoming lost in the slow slick slide of his palm wrapped around you. although frustrating, it feels more than amazing. more than anything you could ever make yourself feel. you’re sat up on the couch next to him. head thrown back against the plush cushions while he torments you.
you suppose it’s your fault, this situation. having been at the mans house to interview him for a column you’re writing in the local newspaper about veterans.
immediately getting scolded by the older man for swearing so much during the questioning. its a bad habit you picked up from your father. the unsavory words flowing out between every other word as if they were some sort of rough punctuation. jack, who told you to hold your tongue properly becoming increasingly annoyed at your loose lips. because in his mind, professionals didn’t speak like this. it’s just plain rude. and if he wants to be a proper uncle, he should give you a push in the right direction.
to your credit you apologized, agreed and continued on. but less than five mins later a small ‘shit’ slipped out when you dropped your pen. then somehow..you ended up like this. cock in his hand while he jerks you off, promising to let you cum if you don’t utter another swear the entire time. all under the guise of ‘teaching you a lesson’ never one to back down from a challenge, you agree. it should have been easy your ego telling you this would be a cakewalk. but with your severe case of swearing like a sailor. the task was bound to have some difficulties.
by this point, he already brought you close to your peak twice. each time you were ready to crest that hill though? you would mumble one of those dreaded words subconsciously. making him slow down. starting you right from the beginning. god you felt like that sisyphus guy right about now. body trembling constantly racing, pushing, begging to reach your destination only to be sent right back where you began in a matter of secon—
“I said?”
his voice smacks you back to reality.
“y-you said not to.”
“I’m beginning to think you don’t even wanna cum kid.”
“uncle jack please— y’know m’tryin’..” you whine. he scoffs.
his eyes glance towards your poor trembling cock. hard, sobbing and pulsing beneath his palm. it’s cute, he thinks. you only beg because it’ll get you what you want. but not today, bratting will get you nowhere with him. not like it does with your father. spoiled by that damn brother of his. he would have to have a chat with robby on what traits he’s filtering down to you.
in all honesty what he told you to do was simple enough. this was—in his opinion— to build character. and nothing more. even if the way you bucked into his hand made his own cock stir.
I SEE FAUXCEST!ROBBY AND I AM UP!!! love anything that has robby feeling guilty and absolutely disgusted with himself whenever he catches his thoughts about reader straying a little too much into how desperately he's craving them. he mentally flogs himself every time it happens! maybe he confides in jack at some point, and instead of being the angel on his shoulder, jack enables him instead, asking robby if he's fucked you yet, telling him to snatch your underwear and to bring you over to robby's place more often -🏵️
HI HONEY YOURE BACK!! the kids missed u! this is sorta a continuation of the other thing like this I wrote here. its set in the same universe u could say!!
warnings: fauxcest, stepdad!robby, uncle!jack
so michael is loosing his goddamn mind, plagued with dirty thoughts of the worst kind. the kind that entail debauchery to its fullest extent. the kind about you, and your short summer dresses that flutter when the wind kicks up. the kind about those flimsy denim shorts you parade around in, barely covering anything and so easy to rip off. almost like it’s teasing him with the amount of skin they show. begging him to slip them off and run his hands over what he cant, what he shouldn’t. so in defeat michael makes the drive over to jacks place hoping to get some advice.
“well what the fuck are you doin’ here man, everything alright?” jack says when he opens the door to his apartment eyes narrowed in suspicion. clearly having been laying around, gray hair mussed and sweats on. face surprised at the image of the defeated man that stares back at him from the hallway of his complex. michael sighs, walking past him into the doorway. immediately making a beeline to the fridge where he knows liquid solace sits, chilled to a crisp in a little glass bottle.
“hello to you too then.” then jacks huffing out a laugh and shutting the door. trailing behind the taller man who slumps down at the small kitchen table, sitting heavy against the chair. jack stands at the head of the table arms crossed and looking at the man questioningly. “alright talk to me before I assume you ran somebody over on the drive here.” robby sighs again, looking up at him, before taking a swig and mumbling your name. the other man quirks a brow. “what about her..?”
“I..want her.” there’s a moment of silence before jacks face splits in a boisterous laugh. shoulders shaking at the absurdity of the confession. robby scowls, a lick of embarrassment flies across his face. “fuck you man.” “holy—holy shit” he wheezes out between laughs “you wanna fuck her?” “what an unceremonious question.” he doesn’t answer, knows he doesn’t, giving a deadpan look in return and that’s all jack needs. before dropping himself into the chair across from his visibly frustrated visitor. “you haven’t already..?” voice light but muddled in slight bewilderment. “what do you mean?” “brother, you eye her like she’s a piece of meat when she’s around. you stare at her tits almost as much as I do, thought you already did, I wouldn’t blame you either.” michael leans back in his chair tilting his head to the side, a confused grimace “that’s my kid man.” “stepkid, she’s not yours plus you married her mom when she was what, 20? s’been a year get over yourself and screw her already.”
he’s not wrong, sure you’ve adapted to calling him dad on occasion, the sound of it still makes him twitch im a sick satisfaction. but you also just call him robby!there’s no real father daughter bond going on between the two of you. but it still crosses a moral and ethical line. “she’s less than half my age.” he argues “just makes it better, look rob, she’s a hot piece of ass and with those scraps she calls clothes it’s a miracle I haven’t made a move on her yet.” his words earn him a pointed look, almost a glare and entirely a warning that has him lifting his hands in surrender “can’t say I haven’t looked. if you don’t I just might.” that has him sighing again deep and exhausted. this has been keeping him up at night, riddling his mind with whispers of what ifs, and the thought that one little touch cant hurt. wanting to know how you’d react if he started to pursue you.
“I feel like some stereotypical stepdad, lusting after my wifes daughter.” “there’s a reason why that category is popular, just sayin’.” “shut it, what should I do..?” he genuinely is looking for some guidance here. some sort of solace to lead him down the right path because temptation is calling and he’s one second from picking up. he gets the opposite though.
jack sighs, leaning forward on his elbow over the table face dropping into something more serious “bring her over here.” that sends robby almost sputtering “the fu—“ “zip it and listen, bring her round here somewhere that’s not her mom’s house.” he nods in understanding urging him to continue “see if she’s feelin’ it too, chances are she is, i’ve seen the way she looks at you.” he takes another long drink from the beer bottle.
“and if she’s not feeling you, shes sure as hell gonna be feelin’ me. seriously, I don’t know how you’ve held out this long. ya gotta be a saint.” he’s grinning again, sly eyes meeting his friends. there’s intent behind his eyes and michael knows he’s not lying.
swiping a hand over his face, fingers running over the course hair of his beard. keeping the palm there rested on his chin in thought. “why the fuck not, I’m already this far gone.” “huh?” it’s jacks turn to be confused, michael hasn’t said anything to allude to him giving into his desires so he’s puzzled at what he could mean.
he doesn’t stay confused long however, because a second later. robby is digging in his hoodie pocket and pulling out a pair of panties. a dark navy, simple in color excusing the lace that trims the edges in delicate waves. and sliding them onto the table. jacks jaw drops staring at them before looking back up at his life long friend.
“did the laundry..found em. couldn’t—“ he’s sighing, seems like he’s doing a lot of that today. placing the half empty bottle on the table. before placing his face in his hands in defeat “—stop myself.” to michaels credit he does sound slightly remorseful.
jack gives an sideways smirk, a thorough enjoyment lacing his features. before he’s leaning back, crossing his arms once more and looking at robby down his nose
“and you call me a dirty pervert, fuckin’ hypocrite.”
