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As soon as Sarah stepped out of her car and onto her family’s sprawling estate, she knew something was different. She had been looking forward to the family reunion for weeks, willing to catch up with cousins and aunts and uncles she hadn’t seen in years. But as she walked up the winding driveway, past the towering trees that lined the path, she felt a strange tension in the air.

It wasn’t until she saw her uncle John that she realized what was wrong. He was leaning against a tree, smoking a cigarette, and as soon as he saw Sarah, a smirk crossed his face.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled. “Look what the cat dragged in.”

Sarah felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She had all the time felt a little uncomfortable around Uncle John, ever since she was a teenager and he would tease her about her budding curves. But she pushed down her unease and managed a smile.

“Hey, Uncle John,” she said.

“Come here and give your favorite uncle a hug,” he said, and held out his arms.

Sarah hesitated for a moment, but then stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him. He pulled her tight against his body, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. His hands wandered down to her hips, and she quickly pulled away.

“What are you doing?” she hissed.

“What, can’t I hug my niece?” he said, grinning.

Sarah rolled her eyes and walked away. But the encounter had left her on edge, and she found herself watching Uncle John out of the corner of her eye. There was something about the way he looked at her – like he was hungry, like he wanted something from her – that made her skin crawl.

The rest of the reunion was a blur of laughter and chatter, as Sarah caught up with siblings and cousins and aunts she hadn’t seen in years. But her discomfort around Uncle John never quite went away, and she found herself avoiding him as much as efficient.

It wasn’t until late that night, after most of the other family members had gone to bed, that she saw him again. She was sitting outside on a porch swing, staring up at the stars, when he slid into the seat next to her.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

Sarah tensed, but didn’t move away. She didn’t want to cause a scene, didn’t want to begin a fight. She just wanted him to go away.

“What do you want, Uncle John?” she said.

He leaned in closer, until she could smell the scent of his cologne and the smoke on his breath. “You,” he said.

Sarah jerked back, her heart pounding in her chest. She had suspected that Uncle John was attracted to her – she had felt his eyes on her all day, had sensed the way he was all the time hovering just a little too close – but she had never expected him to come right out and say it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her voice shaking slightly.

“Oh, I think you do,” he said, and reached out to stroke her hair. Sarah flinched away.

“Stop it,” she said.

“I can’t help it,” he said, his hand still lingering on her hair. “You’re just so damn beautiful.”

Sarah stood up abruptly. “I can’t do this,” she said, starting to walk away.

But Uncle John grabbed her arm, pulled her back. “Come on,” he said. “Don’t you feel it too? The tension between us?”

Sarah yanked her arm free. “No,” she said. “I don’t feel anything.”

Uncle John laughed, a low, throaty sound that made her skin crawl. “You’re lying,” he said. “I know you feel it too.”

And then he leaned forward and kissed her.

Sarah froze, too shocked to respond. His lips were rough and demanding against hers, and she could taste the smoke on his breath. She wanted to scream, to push him away, but she was paralyzed.

And then, just as suddenly as he had started, he pulled away.

“You want me too,” he said, grinning. “Don’t deny it.”

But Sarah was already running away, her heart racing and tears streaming down her face. She made it back to her room before collapsing onto the bed, shaking with sobs.

She didn’t sleep that night, couldn’t bring herself to leave the safety of her bed. And the next morning, when she saw Uncle John across the breakfast table, she felt sick to her stomach.

The rest of the reunion was a blur. Sarah barely spoke to anyone, keeping to herself as much as efficient. But as she was packing up her car to leave, Uncle John approached her again.

“Hey there,” he said, leaning against her car.

Sarah froze, staring at him with wide eyes.

“You’re leaving already?” he said, grinning.

Sarah forced a smile. “Yeah,” she said. “I have to get back to work.”

“I’ll miss you,” he said, stepping closer.

Sarah stepped back, putting her hand on the door handle.

“I have to go,” she said, and slipped into the car.

But Uncle John opened the door before she could lock it, and climbed into the passenger seat with her.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, trying to push him out.

“Relax,” he said. “I just want to talk.”

Sarah felt like she was gonna throw up. She had never been so scared in her life.

“What do you want?” she said, her voice shaking.

“I want you,” he said, and leaned in to kiss her again.

But this time, something inside Sarah snapped. She was tired of being afraid, tired of this constant tension that had been building between them for years. So she leaned forward and kissed him back, hard.

They kissed for what felt like hours, tongues and teeth and hands moving desperately against each other. Sarah felt a thrill of excitement course through her, even as she knew that she was doing something wrong, something unthinkable.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, Uncle John pulled away.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said, his breath ragged. “You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about you.”

Sarah felt a shiver of disgust run through her. How could he be so selfish, so disgusting?

But even as she wondered it, she found herself wanting more.

And so it continued: stolen kisses and secret caresses, hidden away from the prying eyes of their family members. They would steal moments together in empty rooms, in quiet corners of the estate, all the time afraid of being caught.

It was like nothing Sarah had ever experienced before. Uncle John knew how to touch her, how to make her feel things she had never felt before. And even as she knew it was wrong, knew it was taboo, she couldn’t help wanting more.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it was over.

Sarah was packing up her car, getting ready to leave the estate, when Uncle John approached her.

“I have to tell you something,” he said, his face serious.

Sarah tensed, unsure of what to expect.

“I’m married,” he said.

The words hit Sarah like a punch in the gut. She had never even considered the possibility – had been so caught up in the excitement of their secret tryst that she had forgotten he was a married man.

“I’m sorry,” he said, reaching out to touch her cheek. “I know this isn’t what you wanted to hear. But I had to tell you before you left.”

Sarah pulled away. “You’re disgusting,” she hissed.

But even as she said it, she felt a strange ache in her chest. She had known it was wrong, but she had allowed herself to get caught up in this strange web of lust and taboo.

As she drove away from the estate, Sarah felt a strange mix of emotions. She was disgusted with herself, angry at Uncle John for taking benefit of her, confused about how she could feel such intense desire for someone so forbidden.

But even as she tried to push it away, she couldn’t help feeling a strange thrill of excitement. Part of her wanted to turn around, to go back to the estate and throw herself into Uncle John’s arms.

In the end, she knew she couldn’t. She had to put this behind her, to move on with her life. But the memory of their taboo reunion romance – Familial Lust, as she wondered of it – would stay with her for years to come.
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