The gasp that left Tae’s lips wasn’t one of surprise. It was a practiced, wet sound of welcome as Jungkook’s thick cockhead bumped against the back of her throat. Her uncle’s hand, large and familiar, cradled the base of her skull, not forcing, but guiding. A silent reminder of the rhythm he’d taught her.

“Just like that, baby,” his voice rumbled from above, a dark velvet sound that vibrated through the floorboards of the secluded pool house. “Take it slow. Remember your breathing.”