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Boxes are stacked in the hallway and in the foyer. Rey weaves through them, her mismatched socks skidding as she rounds the corner to the dining room where the voices are.
“I want the basement.” Uncle Ben’s tone is gravelly. He’s changed a lot this summer. Not only his scent but he’s… different. Aggressive, and demanding, he’s unsettled. “And we need new filters in the scent-conditioner.”
Rey walks into the room as Papa Han sniffs the air dramatically. “I’ll have to take your word for it. You know my nose hasn’t been the same since I caught that damn virus last year. And being a Beta means no super sniffing for me.” Papa Han smiles at Rey over Ben’s shoulder when she enters the room but her uncle tenses up. His fists form over the countertop between him and his dad.
“I’ll be right back,” Uncle Ben hisses and he walks out of the room toward the basement stairs with his shoulders so tight they are near his protruding ears. Rey watches him go and creeps closer to Papa Han with a frown. As soon as the stairs stop creaking and she knows he’s downstairs she meets her grandpa’s gaze.
“Is he mad at me?” She asks.
“He’s been moody all summer. I think he and that Lily had a bad break up or something.”
“Lily?” Rey questions and Papa Han chuckles.
“Right, you forgot all about that, huh, kiddo?” Papa Han sighs, “He’ll sort it out, but if you are worried, you can always ask him.” He goes back to mashing ground beef into patty sizes and Rey only thinks about it a moment before hurrying after her Uncle Ben. Perhaps she said something carelessly, or maybe he just needs a friend if he is having a hard time.
The basement is half finished, and she goes by the pool table next to the bar Papa Han keeps fully stocked. The archway has a curtain in it and Rey pushes it aside to see the living room down here has been rearranged. A bed is against the side wall, and the couch that is usually there is beside the doorway. A dresser is on her other side but she doesn’t see who she’s looking for.
“Uncle Ben?” She calls out, and there is a slight tapping noise that is followed by what sounds like beads scattering. He curses but from the string of bad words, she finds him, walking to the bathroom. The door is cracked open and when she pushes it open a little further she sees he’s on all fours, picking up blue pills from the floor. “Are you okay?”
He growls, low and deep. Rey swallows, her insides twisting and she clasps her own hands in front of her jean skirt. Uncle Ben stills, looking up from putting the last of his pills in his little orange bottle. He clears his throat and Rey frowns at his face. He looks paler, his eyes have dark bags under them and she doesn’t remember him looking so stressed before and he just finished his Master's degree.
“Sorry, sweetling.” His voice is softer, and his eyes seem to lighten. “I’m still trying to level out my new medication and my doctor says it may take some time to find which works best.” She nods even though she doesn’t fully understand why he even needs medication. Rey bends, picking up a little pill by her foot.
It reads ‘A-block’ on it and Rey looks at it.
“You said,” she meets his dark gaze as he rises to his full height, “that blockers and suppressants are unnecessary.” Her brows lower and her lips press but he inhales and steps closer. “You said the pharmaceutical company-”
“I was wrong.” Uncle Ben holds out his hand, palm up and she places the pill into it. His skin is warm and his long fingers curl around, grazing across her knuckles. “I got wrapped up in that holistic-Alpha movement in undergrad and it lasted through my masters but now, well, things are different now.”
“What happened?” She whispers but he tugs her, his grip tightening before she is against his chest and he hugs her. Her head reaches his solar plexus and she pulls her hand free to wrap around him. Perhaps he just needs some cuddles. His warm palm rests on her back and smoothes down to her waist and back up, pushing her into him but it’s soothing.
“My Alpha woke up,” he tells her ominously, his tone low and far away. “I had no idea, Rey. And now that he’s here, I can’t put him back.” His hand stills on her back, his fingers digging in and she wiggles as it almost hurts. “I’m scared.”
His admission is honest, his voice shaking and her little arms tighten around her Uncle. He’s comforted her through storms as a kid, he’s cleaned her scrapes and chased monsters from her closet when he’s babysat. She takes a deep breath noting the changes in his scent are appealing, they call to her.
“Don’t be afraid,” she whispers, “You’re not alone. Not ever.”
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He’s distant and stays on the outskirts of her life for most of the school year. Which is a feat seeing as he lives with her now. He changes Blockers, starts working out two and sometimes three times a day, and buries himself in his Doctorate work. Uncle Ben has stopped being social and although Grammy Leia and Papa Han worry about it, they let him work it out.
Rey though, helps the only ways she can think. Before bed, she gives him long hugs. Sometimes he sniffs her, sometimes she sniffs him. It’s nice, and it helps her sleep too as his scent lingers in her room. Sometimes it's so strong it smells like he’s right there while she’s sleeping, watching over her and keeping her safe.
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Rey hurries from the car to the house, her backpack heavy and her fat bloody lip swollen on her face. She flings open the front door and smacks into a solid body in her hurry. Uncle Ben. She knows from the smell. Rey wiggles from her backpack straps and sinks into him, her fists so tight on the back of his shirt.
“You’re hurt.” He states, his chest rumbling against her and her eyes start to fill, brimming over and he pries her off to bend and pick her up as if she is still a kid. She supposes eleven still qualifies. Uncle Ben is a monster so he doesn’t have a problem especially since he’s been working out so much.
Rey burrows her nose into his neck and he does the same. His chin on her shoulder and his nose in her hair pressing to the side of her neck where the pink line of her unpresented gland is. Still flat and thin, useless and unawakened as either demi-human.
Leia is still heated as she stomps into the house. She kicks Rey’s pack out of the way. “Don’t leave your bag laying around! Anyone could trip coming in!” She barks and Uncle Ben tightens his hold, his scent shifting under Rey’s nose. “Did she tell you? Hm?”
Uncle Ben growls and Leia scoffs.
“I would have had a fighting chance getting her out of that suspension if she would have told me why she attacked that boy.” Leia’s voice levels and Rey peeks out to see her Grammy’s face. She looks tired. “Too late now I suppose. At least she gave him a wallop. I’m sure he deserved it.”
“He did,” Rey confirms and Leia’s eyes jerk to hers with a warning.
“You bit his arm, broke the skin when he tried to pry you off him!” Her grammy is disappointed and Rey’s welling tears overflow, sliding down her cheek. She buries her face back into Uncle Ben. He coos. “She’s an Alpha, Ben. You were like this and so was your brother. My god. I’m glad these genes skipped me!”
“No, Mom.” Ben disagrees. “She’s not.”
“Oh?” She just sounds tired. “I’m willing to wager my house on it. She’s aggressive, quick to anger, and she has a-” Uncle Ben turns his back to his mom and starts to walk away. “We’ve talked about this Ben. You cannot interfere with our parenting. I know you have some say but this, this is serious. She bit that boy and won’t say why!”
“She’s always been a biter,” Uncle Ben notes but he carries Rey down into the basement, calling back that she needs a minute to calm down. Rey isn’t sure if he means her or Grammy. Probably both. He takes her down to his room, and he doesn’t let her go as he sits, her legs around his waist hitting the bed and for a moment she’s straddling his lap. He purs, before laying back, and with his grip, he takes her down with him.
Rey is on his chest and his contented rumbling is pleasing. It relaxes her. They stay like that, her sprawling on his hard torso until, finally, she stretches out against him, wiggling down and he groans. His hand finds her rear and presses, stilling her.
“He told me I am no one. A waif, that nobody wants me, not even my mom and that’s why-” she doesn’t finish, her sniffing back and she holds it in. Her suppressed sobs make her jerk against him slightly. Her voice is thick when she adds, “I am no one.”
“Not to me,” Uncle Ben tells her. She scowls and he chuckles, “No really. You are the most important person in my world, little one.” Rey’s hands tuck under her chin to hold her head up so she can look down at him. He looks content. Like he means it.
She smiles, her tears still wet on her cheeks but her face splits. His eyes are closed but he smiles as if he knows she is, his lids cracking open to see. His grin grows wider.
“I love you, Uncle Ben.” She whispers and he closes his eyes again.
“I know.” He murmurs back and she scoffs, digging her face into his chest with a mock-frustrated groan. He smells so nice and she decides they should snuggle more. It does settle her, and clearly relaxes him.
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He’s going away.
Rey knew it was possible with his applications all over the country to teach graduate-level classes. He’s been teaching undergrads all through his master's and doctoral pursuits but he’ll be an entire state over. She stares at his offer letter and reads about faculty housing and how he needs to be on campus.
Is that for all faculty positions?
He applied ALL OVER the country. No, he can’t go. She can’t go with him and that’s unacceptable. They have to stay together. What will she do without Uncle Ben? Rey walks right to the trash and tosses the letter in. No. That’s not happening. He will just have to keep applying at the local colleges. He has been ranting and raving about Ren University. That one is only forty minutes away, a commute he can handle.
Uncle Ben WANTS to teach there.
Rey is glaring as she descends to the basement. He’s leaning against the entrance to his ‘room’ the curtain that acts like a door is pushed aside on its rod. He must have heard her coming.
“Yes?” He questions and she crosses her arms over her slightly budding chest, chin up. Rey doesn’t say a word and he chuckles at her. “Want to snuggle and talk about it?”
Rey meets his gaze, still not speaking but makes her way into his room. He closes the curtain by the time she’s climbing into his bed. Her back is to him, her arms still crossed and Uncle Ben’s weight shifts the bed as he situates behind her. His arm curves around her center to pull her into him. Her rear hits his hips, her head under his chin giving him the ability to look down at her in a way.
He doesn’t say a word, his chest grumbling and, for the first time, something echoes in her chest. A little vibration. He stills, his scent deepening and his chest rumbles before he shivers. His nose dips into her hair and he pulls away, his free hand pushing her hair out of the way. She shivers when his thumb grazes along her thin pink gland still small and immature.
“You can’t go,” Rey pouts, looking at his desk and all the papers and texts stacked around it. He hums at the back of his throat.
“Rey,” he mutters, his scent shifting appealingly and Rey inhales with her eyes closed. “You purred. Was that your first time? Are you growing up, Rey?”
Rey mashes her lips together, eyes shutting but her bottom lip pops out into a small pout. His laugh is deep and hearty.
“I’m glad.” He mutters, “You need to hurry along, Rey.” His hand around her center plays at the hem of her shirt. His fingertips glide along her skin, before dipping under her shirt. He keeps his hand spanned over her tummy before he nuzzles in, scooting down so her head is closer to his and his hips part from her. It leaves her rear chilled. “But watching you mature is surprisingly satisfactory.”
Her brows pinch together, his scent swirling and then his fingers start to play at her skin. Dipping to her belly button before swooping up and she starts that weird vibration inside again. Purring? He hums at the back of his throat.
“Are you Uncle Ben’s good girl?” He asks and she has to bite her lip as she wants to tell him yes, but she’s still rather cross with him. He chuckles. “Well, let's check how you are growing, little one.” With no hesitation, his fingertips brush up and over her nipple. It buds, her strange chest noise stalling before revving back up with surprising strength. He gasps breathily against her neck, it tickles sort of.
His hand lowers again to her belly button and he feels warmer. Rey has never had anything like this happen before and Uncle Ben, well he wouldn’t hurt her, not ever. So, she knows this must be okay. Everything with Ben is okay.
Then his lips are on the back of her neck and she knows her gland there is private. Grammy Leia checks it to see if it’s changed or not and reminds her that it’s just as personal as between her legs. Perhaps he missed and meant to kiss beside it or something? Then he does it again and Rey wiggles, a little uncomfortable until he coos, pulling her back the small distance she created between them.
“It’s just us,” Uncle Ben murmurs. “I got you, Omega.” And her brows furrow as she’s not an Omega. She’s not anything, her glands haven’t presented. Then a warm wet lick glides slowly up the slit of her gland. She shivers, her lower stomach tightening and she squirms from the feel of it.
His hand on her stomach presses, holding her still as he licks again, his teeth gliding up the skin and the pressure makes her gasp. Her inhales grow sharper as his tongue laps and he’s so warm, his scent filling her. She finds her hips squirming for some unknown reason and then his fingers trace the underswell of her other boob.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, his voice so deep it’s almost unrecognizable. His hand plays at her other nipple, making it bud. “You’re getting so big, Rey.” Her face is hot, her whole body really, but she shakes her head no as she glances down. The outline of his big hand under her shirt only makes her and her chest feel so small.
Then the front door shuts above, Papa Han yells out, “I’m home!”
Uncle Ben stills behind her, his growl deep and the snarl that erupts against her immature gland is ominous. “Go,” he orders, his voice commanding in a way she cannot disobey. She doesn't want to, even as overwhelmed and confused as she is. A whimper escapes her throat as she clambers out of his bed.
“You can’t leave,” Rey tells him as she fights each step she takes to the door. “You have to pick a university around here.” His dark eyes clash with hers and she watches them melt into warm honey. He stands as she reaches the curtain of his door and by the time she’s at the stairs, she can hear the water of his shower smacking against the tile.
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She rushes from the bus, her tennis shoes slap against the packed earth and her backpack bounces from side to side. It’s Friday. Ben promised he’d stay the weekends and with four days away, it… it made her miss him so terribly. It has been hardest before bed as she can’t snuggle or soak in his scent and she hadn’t realized how calming and integral that part of her bedtime routine that had become.
Not until he’d taken the University of Ren position.
Rey bounds up the steps and when she twists the doorknob it’s unlocked. That and the sudden rush of scent that hits her when she swings it open tells her he’s home. He’s here . “Uncle Ben!” she shouts exuberantly, kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag. The door slams behind her with her haphazard force and she can hear him chuckle from the kitchens.
“I know how hungry you get after school, so I’m making-” but he doesn’t get to finish as the little body of his niece crashes into him. He hugs her back, his chest already rumbling and he laughs when her face nuzzles in. “Ah, Rey, come here.”
She releases him as he bends, picking her up and she missed him so much that as soon as his cheek is next to hers she turns and kisses it. Rey pecks another, and then a third before she’s raining quick presses of her mouth to his face. He groans, his hand on her rear squeezing as he adjusts his hold to raise her up. Uncle Ben moves and she inhales quickly when his lips brush against hers before his other cheek is offered to her. She stills, but it must have been an accident.
“This side is jealous,” he scratches out. Rey giggles, giving him roughly the same amount of kisses on this cheek as the first. In the midst of her osculations, he steps nearer to the counter and sets her down on it, his hands finding their resting places on either side of her rear. “Hm, you must have missed me.”
Rey pulls back, her eyes wide and clear as she nods, still having to look up at him even from here. She had hoped she’d grow more than this but they tell her she has time to sprout. Ben even told her when he was twelve he wasn’t as mature, so that’s something. They stare and Rey bites her lips.
She whispers, breaking the silence. “Do you want to check if I’ve grown?”
He has been for a little while now, feeling her under her clothing, but only when no one is around. It scared her at first but she’s gotten used to his checking, his warm fingers over her swelling breasts and his wet mouth on her dull, unbloomed neck gland. Uncle Ben coos, his fingers gripping both side swells of her tiny rear on the counter.
“I have something else to show you today,” he speaks softly. “Would you like to try it?”
Rey blinks, unsure and he tsks, getting her attention. At the sight of his intense gaze, she nods, wanting to please him, to earn herself a ‘good girl’ or any variation of it. His chest rumbles and he wedges between her legs, his hands sliding down to her knees to pull her flush against him. Her core hits the zipper of her fly.
“Do you trust me, sweetling?”
“Y-yeah,” Rey does, she just isn’t sure what he’s going to show her. He’s her uncle and already what they have been doing… well it’s not wrong . It feels right, but she’s looked it up and he can get into big trouble, which she doesn’t want. She can protect him by keeping her mouth shut and trusting him. Uncle Ben wouldn’t ever hurt her. He loves her, he tells her all the time.
“Kiss me,” he commands and she’s leaning forward, tipping back, before she can think about it. Before she can decide if she wants that or not. He bends and with wide eyes, she realizes it’s his mouth angling for hers, not his cheek as it usually is.
A real kiss? She's not ever…
His lips and hers meet for a gentle, tingling caress with no pressure behind it. More like silk slipping along their plump lips than flesh. She gasps, and he wastes no time coming for another. His bottom lip slipping between hers and it… its soft, plush. The feel of it sends shivers down her spine and he presses as if trying to mouth her upper lip. His hips rock against her pulsing core.
Oh.
It’s new…
This between her legs is…
He does it again and something hard and straining is there giving her a pressure she likes. Then his mouth moves against hers, swapping so her bottom lip is between his. He adds a little suction and she inhales shakily, his warmth intoxicating and she is overwhelmed at the double assault. Her core awakens with his hands pulling her hips into his grinding motion, and his mouth breathes new life into her. Filling her with something that’s been slowly growing with each of his previous pets to her chest.
Uncle Ben growls, his chest grumbling her only warning before his lips part, his mouth opening up her pliant ones for his tongue to slip inside. She stills, curious but unsure. It’s wet, and warm, and it tastes nice. The feel of it is new, tingles erupting along her tongue when his brushes hers. He’s exploring, his groaning deeper and her chest starts to purr again as he uses the tip of his invading appendage to feel along the ridges on the roof of her mouth.
His firm grinding against her core has her gasping and her breath turns harsher, her heart racing as she feels something building. Something she wants but doesn’t know what it is. Her fists clench at the front of his shirt and her head tips back to give him better access. Her own tongue flicks against his as it retreated, following to swipe at the seam of his lips. Her leg hooks around his thigh and she feels his lips tip up in a smile against her own.
“Good girl,” he tells her, pulling back with warm, melting softness that has her own smile responding to his. She squirms and he looks between her legs with a quirked brow. His hand moves from her hip, over her thigh until his thumb glides up to her apex. “Are you wet?”
Her brows crinkle and he chuckles heartily.
“Let me check.” He lifts her shirt with his other hand and her grip on his eases, her hands falling back to balance herself on the edge of the counter. She’s curious about what he means as her training bra comes into his view. His gaze lands on the front clasp and he gives an exhale through his nose. “Undo it,” he orders and she unlatches the little cups, the fabric falling to either side of her small swells of offerings.
Uncle Ben looks, his gaze consuming enough, and her body remembers or perhaps it’s the chill, but her little nipples harden before his eyes. He hums at the back of his throat, his head dipping and for another first, his mouth opens wide for her entire right breast to be sucked into his maw. His tongue flicks against her bud and they both make a noise in their chests. She flushes hot but he releases her, chuckling darkly before giving her other little breast the same devouring treatment.
Rey looks at the first and her flesh is pinker, her little dusty nipple glinting with his saliva. Her stomach warms, her hips shifting as that feeling is building higher. What is it? She wants to find out and she knows Uncle Ben is the key. He’s the one that makes her feel like this. His suction on her chest releases and when he leans back they both look at the pink marks his mouth made. His smile is satisfied.
He straightens, licking his lips before his hand rises, and his warm palm presses to her belly button, the tips of his fingers dipping into her waistband. She watches, he’s inside her underwear and she swallows thickly as he leisurely wedges his hand farther down. He growls when he touches the front of her mons, bare and smooth, freezing in place with his hand halfway down her pants.
She warily glances up at him, his nose flaring and his pupils blown wide before he shakes his head as if scattering intrusive thoughts. He smells, heavier? Her stomach quivering in anticipation and her breathing shallows as if not to disturb him as he clearly comes to some decision. His brown eyes meet hers, the usual ring of brighter gold around his pupil nearly nonexistent.
He smirks, his tension easing and he slides his hand the rest of the way to her most private of flesh. Uncle Ben’s big fingers part her lowest lips and he tuts as he shakes his head. “So close, baby girl.” He leans forward, his nose dipping into her hair as he swirls and presses at her core. It sends jolts of pleasure through her but he sighs, “Almost.”
Uncle Ben kisses the side of her head, twirling and playing betwixt her legs until she feels the tip of his finger teases at her entrance. She’s not explored herself yet but he’s showing her how. Rey tenses and he backs up, cooing softly as he goes back to pressing at the jolting little spot that’s making her leg muscles twitch.
“You’re ripening, sweet little peach.” He hums softly. “Are you growing up for me?”
“Yes,” Rey says in a hushed tone. Uncle Ben purrs back at her and when he showers her with how good of a girl she is, she preens. He withdrawals, his fingers going straight from her core to his mouth but it’s not wet and she’s a little confused as she likes watching his tongue swirl over his fingertips.
“Fix your training bra, sweet girl, I made you a snack and I can hear a car crunching up the drive.” He motions to her torso and she jerks into movement. Resnapping her bra and righting the off-kilter waistband of her pants. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself.” His eyes flash with anticipation, his plush lips twisting. “We’ll see if I can’t wring an orgasm from you, you may be old enough but it will be fun all the same.”
He bends, claiming her lips once more as if sealing his declaration. She whispers when he pulls away, his eyes bright. “What’s an orgasm?” He looks thrilled, but he doesn’t answer, instead going to the stove as the door opens, and in walks Leia.
“Rey! Your bag! I swear I tell you this every day. You can’t leave it where people walk .” Yet, again, Rey isn’t listening as Uncle Ben winks at her.
“It’s something your body can do when it’s old enough, something only I can give you.” He sounds so sure, and Rey nods at his murmured explanation. Then, he’s shouting out a greeting to his mother, his eyes not leaving hers as he hand-feeds her, his thumb brushing over the seam of her bottom lip before stepping back as if he hadn’t been in her pants a moment ago.