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Uncle Volo’s hands are big and calloused and warm. She feels warm inside when he holds her by the shoulders or grabs her hand to show her something new. She loves it when he picks her up to carry her on his shoulders so she can see better. “Anything for my favourite niece!” he always says, and that's why he’s her favourite. He always makes her feel loved and safe.
She doesn’t feel very safe right now at all.
“Uncle Volo?” she whimpers, squirming on his lap. He hums, pushing the hem of her dress so it bunches around her waist. His hands feel like they’re burning, thumbs grazing the edges of her panties as he makes small, circular motions on her upper thighs. She feels… weird. His hands are making her feel weird and she doesn’t know what to do.
“Yes? What's wrong sweetheart?” he asks, shifting her slightly higher on his lap. “Is something bothering you?”
“I feel weird,” she replies, unable to articulate her feelings.
“Is that so?” he replies. “Is it a good weird or a bad weird?”
She thinks about it, brow furrowing as she tries to figure it out, but it’s hard to concentrate when her uncle won’t stop touching her thighs and making her squirm. “Dunno,” she mumbles, “just weird.”
Volo’s hands move slightly higher, thumbs brushing against her hips. He gently presses her legs open as wide as they can go, making her straddle his lap. Like this, he can easily run his fingers over her inner thighs. It feels ticklish, but not in the normal way. Something in her stomach feels like it's twisting. Her body feels really warm. “Well, let me put it this way,” he suggests, always willing to help. “Do you want me to stop?”
“… no, I don't want you to stop,” she admits. She likes it when Volo touches her, even if it makes her feel a little strange. Her uncle is good. He wouldn’t make her feel bad on purpose, and if he did make her feel bad, she knew that he’d stop if she told him to.
She feels him press a light kiss to the top of her head, making her giggle. “I guess that means it’s not a bad weird, which means it’s a good weird!” he says cheerfully. His words make her relax against his chest, worries soothed away. Her stomach feels full of Butterfree as Volo keeps stroking her thighs, thumbing at the elastic of her underwear, but it’s a good weird, Volo said so himself, so she ignores her discomfort. She’s sure she’ll get used to it, just like she got used to every other way he’s touched her before.