Maya Lopez is not a good girl. Maya Lopez is tough and strong and- and-. Maya Lopez braids her hair as she jumps into what used to be William’s truck, and leaves New York for good. She’s angry. So, so, angry. Her mom’s family abandoned her after her mom died and now her dad is dead and only her dad’s brother, Henry, came for the funeral, leaving as quickly and quietly as he came.
And Maya thinks that maybe she deserves this. Maybe this is karma for something she did and didn’t think twice about. Her own family couldn’t love her? Why should she be able to love herself?
And New York City to Tamaha, Oklahoma is a long ass drive, 21 hours to be precise. So, Maya keeps her cash strapped to her body and uses it sparingly, a motel for the night, a bottle of jack daniel’s for the road that she definitely shouldn’t be driving with, but oh well. Maya thinks she should’ve died that night in the car instead of her mother. So, if a crash happens, it happens. And her stupid ass family will see it on the news and shake their heads and look sad, rather tastefully. But maybe, just maybe, Uncle Henry will feel the pang of guilt in his chest and maybe her death will be worth it. He should’ve at least stayed the night with her after her dad passed, but he didn’t.
And the first thing Maya does when she arrives in Tamaha is to go straight to the bar, where everyone knows everyone and they never ID. It’s been eleven years since she left, but she knows this place like the back of her hand still. She tells herself she definitely isn’t here because Uncle Henry frequents this place. He’s probably the only one here who would recognize her immediately, anyways.
And so Maya flashes a fake smile as she gives the bartender her order and the man tilts his head and squints, “do I know you from somewhere?” and Maya has to shake her head and sign, “probably not.”
And Maya tells herself that the reason for the slutty dress she is wearing right now is just because she wants to get laid, and definitely not so Uncle Henry sees her and gets worried and maybe drags her to his house and sets her gently on the couch and, oh— never mind.
And Maya grinds against some random older guy on the floor, which is absolutely not something she would do, but who cares? She feels herself starting to loosen up as cheap alcohol burns her throat and even laughs, before there’s a hand on her shoulder and another on her waist. And all of a sudden the guy that she was grinding on has a bloody nose and is on the floor.
And there’s Uncle Henry in the flesh, so Maya self consciously tugs at the mesh fabric of her flimsy dress, and looks downward at the corset detailing pushing her tits up. She wants a hug, so, so badly. She gets Henry dragging her out of the bar by her ear and into his truck.
“When did you get here?” Henry signs furiously. Maya signs back, “There’s a chip in my eye, you can speak, it will translate it to sign.” And Henry looks more alarmed as Maya signs, “Fisk gave it to me.”
And then Henry is yelling, “Of course fucking Fisk gave it to you.” and Maya can understand him, and he keeps yelling “You are seventeen, Maya, seventeen years old. What the actual fuck are you doing in a bar grinding on old men?”
“He was your age.”
“I’m old, sweetheart.”
And Maya almost breaks at “sweetheart” but she can’t, she’s a tough girl, after all. She watches as Henry swerves and makes insane turns to get to his house. Maya doesn’t want to acknowledge the fact that her hands are shaking and pulling at her dress like a nervous five year old, not as Henry puts a hand on her exposed thigh and squeezes it, “What is this outfit? Hm?”
“I look hot.”
For some reason, this comment has Henry fuming, spare hand leaving Maya’s thigh and running through his jet black hair in exasperation. He huffs out a sigh, tan skin illuminated by the glow of street lamps.
And then, the million dollar question:
“Why are you here?”
And Maya could swear she wanted to curl up in a hole and die because why is he asking that. Henry doesn’t want her around? He thinks she’s an annoyance? A burden. And a little voice in the back of Maya’s head says:
He’s right
And then, Maya signs.
“You left me. All alone.”
And now it is Henry’s turn to feel shitty, because, oh god, he left his little seventeen year old niece alone in New York after her dad died. What the fuck is wrong with him? And now she’s in his car dressed like a fucking baby hooker, and Henry wants nothing more than to kiss her forehead and beg for forgiveness. He takes in the sight of Maya, slutty dress, fishnets, glazed over eyes… is she.. crying?
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I am.”
And another piece of Maya fractures.
Henry realised in the bar that the man Maya was grinding on shares a lot of physical similarities with him. Henry keeps that information tucked away for later.
Maya looks grim as she signs back, “Sorry isn’t enough.”
Henry nods.
His poor, sweet, broken little niece is in his car and he can see the hurt in her eyes. Maya is a trained assassin, a cold blooded killer, courtesy of one Wilson Fisk, but she’s still a little girl.
And they pull up into the driveway of Henry’s small house. He watches as Maya struggles to stand and scoops her up in his arms, like she weighs absolutely nothing at all. Maya lets her tears wet his shoulder, even though she feels absolutely powerless and pathetic with her arms around him, clinging to her uncle like a koala. Henry doesn’t comment on it.
Henry sits on the sofa with Maya perched in his lap, he whispers, “You’re living with me now, here, I’m taking care of you from now on. Doing what I should’ve done a long time ago.”
And Maya protests
“I’m fine on my own.”
“You are seventeen, Maya Lopez. And I’m the only family you’ve got. I’m just takin’ care of you, honey.”
Suddenly the fact that Henry is forty-five with no wife or kids is insanely comforting to Maya. No one else gets to witness this scene.
And then Henry squeezes Maya’s cheeks together,
“You fucking reek of booze, sweet girl.”
Maya feels her panties soak at Henry’s words, or maybe his touch, or maybe both.
Henry notices and smirks, she’s on his lap after all. He just kisses her forehead, “Let’s get you to bed, sweetheart”
Henry Lopez is really and truly, not a bad guy.
He strips off Maya’s clothes, not sparing a glance at her body. He even begins to run her a bath, hoping to sober her up. Maya’s just so… bratty? Which is different, because Maya was never bratty, even as a little girl. If she liked you she was chatty and if she didn’t she was reserved, but never petulant.
But Maya can’t. Stop. Arguing.
“Not those pajamas”
“No, I can stay up”
“Wanna stay up”
You’d think her hands would be tired.
And Henry doesn’t exactly know how he got here, but all of a sudden Maya is hauled over his knee,
fully nude, and she’s squirming and kicking, metal leg falling harshly against his thigh.
“You do what I say. Clear?”
“No more drinking or drugs or partying or being a slut. Just nights in with your Uncle Henry.”
Smack
And by the tenth strike Maya feels ready to die. She’s breaking apart and melting, like she’s held together by flimsy cotton wool. And Maya sobs, feeling her self-loathing take over her body. She feels like shit.
And Henry notices, pulls her up and into a hug as Maya’s eyes go completely vacant and her vision goes starry. Slides to the ground while still holding her and whispering into the top of head.
“Talk to me, baby girl.”
“Please, Maya, honey, please I’m worried, baby.”
no response, save for uncontrollable tears streaming down Maya’s face.
Henry holds her tight to his chest, rocking her back and forth and gently bouncing her, the way one does an infant.
And then, a small whisper from Maya:
“Daddy…”
And Henry thinks, of course this poor little thing is calling him Daddy, she’s lost both her parents. She needs a father figure.
So he responds.
“Daddy’s here, baby. Daddy’s here. Let Daddy take care of it.”
And all of a sudden Maya is bending over in front of Henry’s face, and all Henry can see is his niece’s wet, hot cunt. Maya’s completely needy, at this point.
“Baby, you don’t want this. C’mon, I’ll tuck you into bed.”
And Maya feels more sober than ever, and she doesn’t want to turn around to explain it to him, so she just pushes her cunt back, meeting the palm of his hand and letting him feel her wetness. She’s able to breathe out a coherent “please.”
Clearly, Henry didn’t need that much convincing.
Henry sucks in a breath as he pulls Maya into his lap again, settling her against him as he spreads her open. He gently nudges her clit and then slaps it, hard, whispering in her ear, “You’ve let people touch this pretty little pussy before, hm?”
Maya whines and squirms, opening her mouth and panting against her uncle’s neck. She gives a weak nod in response to Henry’s question.
“You’ve had a boyfriend before?”
Maya shakes her head.
With shaky hands, she signs, “They all looked like you.”
Henry lets his pointer finger circle Maya’s hole, teasing her gently as he presses a soft kiss to her temple. Maya can’t handle the softness of it all as Henry rocks her back and forth as he inserts a single digit. Maya thinks she should be beaten a bit, like the other men did to her, face pressed into the linoleum as he did what he wished with her. That’s not going to happen though, not ever again, if Henry has anything to say about it.
“Dirty little girl, wanting to be with men who looked like her uncle. You could’ve called me, baby. I would’ve come rushing back to New York for you.”
Maya feels tears streaming from her eyes at such a rapid pace it’s getting hard for her to see the speech interpreter implanted in her eye.
Henry wipes away Maya’s tears, before inserting a second digit. He kisses her head again as she moans out. Henry finds it difficult to move his fingers inside her, like Maya’s needy cunt is trying to swallow them. Henry rubs her clit with his thumb as he thrusts his fingers in and out, in and out. And then another kiss to her head.
“Daddy’s got you now, and he’s never letting you go. Even if you fight and you kick and you scream. Daddy’s got you, sweet little girl.”
Maya practically goes blind with how hard she cums, soaking his fingers and pants, squirming as her body convulses and Henry shifts her on his lap, so her front touches his and she can rest her head on his shoulder properly. He strokes her back gently and rocks her back and forth, chuckling as she whines when the rough material of his pants brushes her clit.
“Someone’s a sensitive baby, I see.”
Maya wants to crawl into a hole as she feels wetness form from Henry’s infantilizing words. As if it wasn’t embarrassing enough she just got spanked, then came while she was crying on her uncle’s lap. Great.
When Henry feels Maya has calmed enough, he attempts to stand, to give her the bath and care that she deserves. Maya shifts her weight just enough to make Henry take pause as she paws at the front of his pants.
“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. Not tonight. Not now. It’s too much for you in one go.”
Maya always had a sweet tooth, she’d sooner let her teeth rot than go without.
Maya whispers again, “please.”
Henry really needs to work on saying no to this girl. He grabs a condom. Maya feels vaguely jealous that he has those in the first place.
Maya signs, “Why do you have those?”
Henry blushes, “They’re old.. but I really don’t feel like running to the store right now.”
Maya shakes her head, “I’m on the pill, it’s fine.”
Henry Lopez feels like a piece of shit. Here’s his little niece, obviously hurting and aching for comfort and grieving, and here he is, ready to stuff his cock in her. As Henry unzips his jeans, he hopes beyond hope his brother cannot see from beyond the grave, because Henry is sure he would be haunted for eternity. Henry looks at his walls, they’re covered in these pictures of Maya, some of Will and him from their childhood. Maya at her second birthday party, Maya on her first day of school, Maya on her last day of school, Maya before she left Tamaha, Maya at her new school in New York, Maya’s twelfth birthday, Maya’s first day of high school, Maya’s first day of sophomore year, Maya’s first day of junior year. Maya, Maya, Maya.
Let no one say that Henry Lopez does not care about his only niece. His only family left. Henry feels like a sick fuck, looking at Maya now, the young woman she’s become, slick dripping from her cunt and on to his recently apholstered couch
Maya bends over the coffee table, waiting for Henry to hurry up and fuck her.
Instead, without saying a word, Henry picks Maya up, bouncing her gently in his arms before he sets her down on his bed.
“I’m not gonna fuck you like you’re some cheap whore, if that’s what you were trying to get at, darling.”
Maya feels her cheeks rouge with embarrassment at her uncle’s filthy words. She doesn’t know why. She’s the one who begged him to just fuck her.
Maya puts her face in the pillow, ass up, and spreads her legs as she waits for Henry to push into her aching hole.
Henry flips her over, “Maybe some other time, sweet girl, but right now I wanna watch you. Make sure you’re doing okay.” Maya wants to slap the stupid smirk off of his face, but instead she just whines as Henry spreads her out, propping herself on her elbows to look down and watch him sink into her. She’s extremely surprised at the size of him, and it shows on her face. Lips form in a silent “o” as Maya takes in the sight, squirming as Henry presses its fat head against her entrance.
Henry reverts back to signing with Maya, forgetting about the chip in her eye.
“Think you can handle it, sweet girl?”
Maya points to her eye and nods. She breathes out a soft, “I can take it.”
Henry sinks in torturously slow, inch by inch by inch, until he’s fully seated inside of her. He presses a chaste kiss to Maya’s forehead, “That’s a good girl. Such a good girl for daddy.”
The praise makes Maya’s heart soar as Henry pushes her knees to meet her chest, thrusting in and out shallowly, until she grabs his face, messily kissing his lips. All bets are off then, and Henry’s ramming into her, abusing her sore cunt until she cries out in pleasure. But Henry doesn’t stop, continuing, Maya’s second orgasm following extremely soon after the first.
At this point, Maya feels like she is going to pass out.
“Can’t. Take. More.”
Maya pants and whines as Henry chases his own orgasm. And Henry keeps going. He wants to tire her out. The little girl needs to sleep, right? So, as Henry’s little niece cries and mewls, he gently puts his hand over her eyes, pressing down. He whispers softly to Maya “Sweet baby, hm?”
And Maya is soaking around Henry again, eyes falling shut and passing out. And Henry smiles, thinking himself a very good uncle. He gently withdraws from her cunt, tying the condom and throwing it into a bin. Henry grabs a rag to clean his girl and wipes down her entire body. He takes pleasure in it, caring for her without her whining about the temperature being too warm or too cold.
His mind briefly wanders to William and he prays again that William is not looking down on them now. And Henry feels a strange wave of possessiveness that he doesn’t know what to do with. Maya is his little girl now. He is her Daddy. He tells himself he shouldn’t be jealous of his deceased brother, not when said deceased brother’s daughter is currently lying on his bed, literally fucked to sleep as Henry cleans her nude body. Henry suddenly remembers the concept of UTIs and quickly picks up Maya, carrying her to the bathroom and setting her down on the toilet. Henry shushes her as she mumbles “Daddy” again. Henry signs “Sorry, darling. You have to potty. It’s good for you.”
Henry wipes Maya with a wad of toilet paper, wondering briefly if he could clean her with his tongue instead. She whines and signs about him being too rough and he murmurs, remembering the interpreter chip in her eye. “Sorry, baby. Daddy’ll be more gentle next time.”
Maya feels her heart flutter. There’s going to be a next time. Henry is going to take care of her. Daddy is going to take care of her. She hasn’t felt so taken care of in years. Even with her own father, she was a teen. She didn’t need his help for anything, and he needed to work. William called her his brave girl. In truth, Maya wasn’t brave, but she pretended to be for him. She didn’t want William to feel bad about taking the night shift so she pretended to not be afraid of the dark, when really all she wanted to do was crawl into his arms and cry.
Henry carries her back from the toilet to the bed. He brushes her messy hair out of her face and kisses her forehead as he switches off the lights, climbing into the bed beside her, taking her in his arms.
“Rest for Daddy, little girl. I’m right here.”
And Maya feels herself falling into blissful sleep.