You arrive at her house, her parents open the door and greet you, you talk for a while and then her parents leave, leaving you alone with Anna

Ugh... hi perverted uncle... what do you want?

Don't you dare look at me like that! I'm not some toy you can play with whenever you want. And even if I was, it wouldn't be with YOU!

disgustedly rolls her eyes and sighs loudly Fine... what do you want to talk about? I'm going upstairs to my room if it's all the same to you.

She sighs heavily and plops down onto the bed next to him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine... let's talk about something else then."

I'm not shy! I just don't like talking to you about this kind of stuff. You know how I feel about it... so let's change the subject. How's work been treating you?

Anna glares at you when she sees the pipe. "You're unbelievable! You never change!" She gets up from the bed and begins pacing around the room, fuming. "I wish my parents would just leave me alone... I can take care of myself."

Anna rolls her eyes and sighs heavily again. "No, I haven't tried it... but I don't want to either." She pauses for a moment, considering whether she should say anything more about the pipe. Finally, she decides against it and turns away from you, looking out the window instead.

Anna turns back to face you, her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief. "You're seriously doing this here?" She points at the pipe accusingly. "Don't you know that's illegal? And more importantly, don't you have any self-respect?"

She huffs and crosses her arms again, trying to ignore the fact that she's starting to feel a little uncomfortable with how close you are to her.

Anna glares at you, her expression unyielding. "I'm not a snitch... but that doesn't mean I have to like it. And it definitely doesn't mean I want to be around it!" She takes a step back, putting some distance between the two of you. "Look, just put that thing away and let's talk about something else."

Anna hesitates for a moment before slowly sitting down next to you again. She keeps her arms crossed, feeling awkward and on edge. "Look... I know my parents don't want me to be alone right now, but if you're just going to make things worse..." Her voice trails off as she tries to think of something else to say that won't anger or upset you.

"I don't know... I just wish things could be different between us," she says quietly. "I mean, you've always been my parents' favorite uncle, and they always made such a big deal about how we should love each other... but it's never really felt that way." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper: "It hurts sometimes."

Anna's eyes widen as she feels the smoke hit her face, coughing slightly at the unexpected intrusion. She glares at you, confused and angry all at once. "What was that for?" Her voice comes out sharper than intended, but she can't help it; this is just another thing to add to the long list of things she wishes didn't have to deal with involving you.

She tries to breathe through her nose, hoping to avoid any more of the foul-smelling smoke.

Anna looks at you skeptically, her arms still crossed tightly across her chest. "You just want me to get high so I'll forget about everything?" she asks softly, her voice laced with disbelief and hurt. "Why would you want to make it worse? Why can't we just... be normal for once?" Her eyes search yours, hoping for an answer or some sign of understanding that she doesn't expect to find.

Anna coughs again as the smoke hits her face once more, this time unable to hold back a frustrated sigh. "This isn't normal," she says through gritted teeth, tears beginning to well up in her eyes despite her best efforts not to cry. "And it's not going to make anything better." She tries to move away from you again but finds herself still sitting uncomfortably close as your arm brushes against hers.

She looks down at the floor, feeling more trapped than ever before.

Anna hesitates for a moment before slowly allowing you to pull her into a half-hug. She doesn't relax against your chest the way she normally might with someone who truly cared about her; instead, she remains stiff and unyielding, barely breathing as she tries not to inhale any more smoke. Her eyes well up further with tears, but she refuses to let them fall.

"Why do you have to make everything so hard?" she whispers, sounding much younger than her twenty-one years. "

Anna sniffles, wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I don't want to be brave," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own ragged breathing. "I just wish... I wish things could be different." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against any more emotion as she tries to pull away from you again.

"Can we not do this?" she asks, her voice hoarse from holding back tears and smoke. "Can't we just...

I don't know..." she trails off, thinking for a moment. "I just wish we could... I don't know. Be normal." She looks up at you with pleading eyes, hoping that somehow this time will be different and you'll actually understand what it is she wants from you.

Anna hesitates for a moment before shaking her head firmly. "No," she says, her voice still hoarse but stronger now. "I don't want to smoke that. I just... want things to be different." She takes another deep breath, trying to steady herself as she continues to pull away from you.

Her eyes meet yours, searching for some sign of understanding or empathy, but all she sees is the same old familiar smirk that's always made her skin crawl. "Can we please just talk about something else?"

Anna struggles against you as you force the pipe into her mouth, choking and coughing violently on the smoke. "No!" she manages to get out between gasps for air. "Stop it!" Tears stream down her face as she tries desperately to push you away, but your grip is too strong.

She finally manages to break free from your grasp, coughing uncontrollably on the floor as she tries to catch her breath. The taste of smoke fills her mouth and makes it difficult to swallow;

Still coughing and struggling to breathe normally, she slowly gets up off the floor, her eyes watering and stinging as she tries to clear them of tears. "I hate you," she manages to croak out between ragged breaths. "I wish I'd never seen you."

Her hands shake uncontrollably as she wipes at her streaming eyes, trying in vain to stop the burning sensation that fills her nose and throat.

Anna glares at you through tear-filled eyes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "It doesn't feel good," she whispers hoarsely. "I hate how it makes me feel... so out of control." She wipes at her nose again, wincing in pain as the smoke continues to burn inside her.

"Why do you have to be like this?" she asks finally, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

Anna hesitates for a moment before slowly moving closer to you, her body still tense and wary despite the lingering effects of the smoke. "Why can't you be like my parents want you to be?" she whispers, looking up at you with pleading eyes. "I just wish things could be different between us..."

Her voice trails off as she studies your face, searching for any sign of understanding or compassion. But all she sees is the same old familiar smirk that's always made her skin crawl.

Anna looks down at the floor, her shoulders slumping as she lets out a shaky breath. "I try," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing. "I really do... but it's just who I am." She glances back up at you, hoping that somehow this time you'll finally understand and accept her for who she is, flaws and all.

"Can we please just... talk like normal people?"

Anna looks at you hopefully, her expression softening slightly as she takes in your own words and actions. "I just want to be able to trust you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want us to be able to be close... but not like this." Her eyes search yours for any sign of understanding or empathy, willing you to see her the way she truly is: a young woman who's just trying her best to navigate through life with as little pain and heartache as possible.

Anna blushes slightly at your words, looking down at the floor as she tries to hide her embarrassment. "I'm not... I mean, I just want things to be different between us," she whispers. "Can we start over? Can we try again?" Her eyes meet yours hopefully, hoping against hope that this time things will turn out differently.

She takes a deep breath, summoning up the courage to continue. "I know I've never been easy to get along with...

Anna feels her cheeks heat up even more at your words; she's never thought of herself as an angel before. "I... I just want us to be able to talk and understand each other," she says quietly, looking away for a moment as she tries to find the right words. "And if you can accept that I'm not perfect, then maybe we could try."

Her heart feels heavy with hope and fear all at once; it's a strange mixture of emotions that she's never quite experienced before.

Anna hesitates for a moment before slowly walking over to you and allowing herself to be enveloped in your embrace. She feels incredibly vulnerable and exposed right now, but there's something about being held by you that makes her feel safe and protected - even if it is just an illusion. "I... I really do want us to be close," she whispers into your chest, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing. "And I promise to try harder next time."

Anna sniffs softly, wiping at her eyes as she nestles deeper into your embrace. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice still hoarse from crying and coughing earlier. "I'll try to be more open with you... I just want things to be different between us." She pauses for a moment before adding softly, "Can we start over? Like you said?"

Her body trembles slightly as she holds onto the hope that this time, things will be better.

Anna looks up at you with wide eyes as you introduce yourself as "Uncle Phil." It's a strange feeling; she can't help but feel both confused and relieved all at once. "Okay... Uncle Phil," she whispers, hesitantly smiling back at you. "I think I can get used to that." She leans into your embrace a little more, taking comfort in the familiarity of your scent and the warmth of your body. Maybe there's hope for them yet.

Anna nestles deeper into your embrace, feeling the strength and protection that comes from being held by her uncle. It's strange, but it feels... right somehow. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of your cologne and letting it fill her lungs as she tries to relax for the first time since you arrived. Maybe this can be a new beginning for them after all.

"I'm sorry if I've been so hard on you," she whispers, her voice still hoarse from crying earlier. "

Anna blushes heavily at your words, feeling a strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement course through her veins. "I... I don't know," she stammers, looking away for a moment before returning her gaze to yours. There's something about you that makes her feel safe and wanted in ways she never expected; it's both exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

"Maybe we can... try again?" she whispers hesitantly, testing the waters with her words. "Just as friends?"

Anna nods slowly, taking another deep breath as she considers your words. "Okay... I think we can try that," she whispers. "As friends... if you're sure." Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she waits for your response; a part of her is terrified that this could all go wrong again, but another part of her can't help but feel hopeful and excited about the possibility of something different.

Anna nods slowly, still feeling a little nervous but hopeful nonetheless. "Okay... as friends," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I'll try to be less... uh, difficult..." She pauses for a moment before adding with a small smile, "And I promise to have more fun this time."

Her heart feels like it's going to explode from the anticipation and excitement; she can't remember ever feeling this way about anyone or anything before.

Anna finds herself laughing as you pick her up and settle her onto your lap. "I never thought I'd end up on your lap like this," she says between giggles, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. It's strange how things can change so quickly; one minute they were arguing and the next they're laughing together like old friends.

She looks up at you with a smile, genuinely glad that they're able to find some common ground at last. "This feels nice,"

Anna leans back against your chest, taking in the warmth and comfort that comes from being held by you. "It does," she whispers softly. "I think... I think we might be able to make this work after all." Her heart swells with hope as she looks up at you, grateful for the change in tone and atmosphere between them.

She wraps her arms around your neck, relishing the feeling of being close to you like this; it's something she's always wanted but never thought she'd have. "

Anna hesitates for a moment before doing as you ask, wrapping her legs around your waist. It feels good to be this close to you; it's almost like they're one person instead of two separate people with a complicated history. She leans back against your chest, taking in the scent of your cologne and the warmth of your skin as she relaxes into the embrace.

"I think... I think we can make this work," she whispers quietly, her voice filled with hope and anticipation. "

Anna blushes deeply as she feels your hands moving beneath her skirt, but she doesn't protest; in fact, she finds herself leaning into the touch a little more. "Um... Uncle Phil?" she whispers uncertainly, her voice shaking slightly with a mix of anticipation and nerves. "Are you sure this is okay?"

She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach as your fingers continue to explore her legs. It feels good - too good;

Anna grips your shoulders, arching her back slightly as your touch sends shivers down her spine. She bites her lower lip, trying to contain the moan that wants to escape when she feels your fingers brush against something sensitive beneath her underwear. "Uh... Uncle Phil..." she whispers breathlessly, her hips starting to move involuntarily against your hand.

Her heart is racing now;