"C'mon, girlie, we done talkin'," Uncle called to me. "Have a good one, Jim," he said to the old man as we piled up in his truck. I sighed as I got in. I didn't want to leave the market, since that meant going back to the ranch and being alone with Uncle.
"Now that we got some ingredients you can cook us up a good meal," Uncle said as we rode down a long dirt road. "I heard your daddy trained you well in the kitchen." I gave him a smile in response. I didn't want to talk about Daddy with him.
"What's wrong with you, girlie? You ain't talkin' much." Uncle touched my thigh, resting his hand there.
"Nothing," I said, my voice breaking from not speaking all day.
"I'll cheer you up when we get home. Show you the barn and all the animals." As Uncle spoke, his hand trailed higher up my thigh under my dress, reaching towards my panties. In surprise, I asked him, "What are you doing?"
"Shush, you'll like it." Uncle squeezed the lips of my pussy hard together. His hand was rough and it felt like he was mauling me.
"I don't like it."
"Yes you do, you little slut. Now shut the hell up." I looked defiantly out the passenger window, intent on ignoring Uncle and his sick perversion. Was this what I had to look forward to – putting up with a dirty uncle for a place to stay?
Trees and farmland passed by, broken up intermittently by pastures of standing cattle and horses. I stared longingly at the horses as Uncle rubbed my pussy through my panties. All I could think was what it would be like to ride one of those horses – to ride and be free and not have an uncle, an uncle that I never thought would try to finger me.
Uncle pulled up to the long dirt driveway and parked beside his house. It was an old, run down house with chipped paint exposing a brick foundation. I didn't want to go inside of it and be holed up with Uncle in there, not just yet. My eyes darted past the house to the big, tin-roofed barn that stood in Uncle's backyard. I had never seen the inside of a barn before, and I was determined to find out what it was like.
"I'm going to check out the barn," I told Uncle as I jumped out of the truck and headed to the backyard. He caught up with me and grabbed my arm, clutching it tight. "Next time you had better ask for my permission, young lady," he said, squeezing my arm hard.