Mary wasn't sure if her week had gotten any better. Uncle Frank was a sweet man with a calm disposition...when her sister was in the room. It seemed like any time he got Mary alone his hand found her butt, brushed against her breasts, or he found some excuse to pull her into his lap. Mary did her best to play it off. After all, mistakes certainly happen. But then, she thought, what was the deal with the gift of lingerie to a niece, let alone one he had just met. As much as Mary did her darndest to create an illusion that there was nothing going on, she wondered if her emotions were evident to Stephanie. Stephanie was on cloud nine at first. Hot showers, hot meals, a bed, some clean clothes...when you're destitute it doesn't take much to put you over the moon. As the days went on, though, Stephanie's mood began to darken again. It begged the question, was there something going on between Stephanie and Uncle Frank. Mary was, again, between a rock and a hard place. If she left Uncle Frank's house, she would certainly lose custody of Stephanie. But if he was laying one finger on that kid, Mary wasn't staying. Foster care was definitely the better option over abuse.
She decided to confront Uncle Frank about it. He walked into the kitchen while she was cooking. Stephanie was no where to be found. He stood beside her, his hand finding her buttock and giving it a squeeze. She swallowed nervously.
"I wanted to talk to you about something."
A sneer crossed Uncle Frank's face.
"Well then let's hear it."
"I want to know why you gave me underwear. Why you keep touching my butt. What are your intentions?"
He gave her butt a slap. This crossed all lines he had since honored. Then he spoke.
"Now see? That, I would have thought, would be obvious. You and your sister have a home and your grocery bills are paid for. You get your GED. I get an eighteen-year-old sex kitten living under my roof."
Her heart sunk. It was confirmation of what she had suspected for the last week.
"And is Stephanie part of this...deal?"
He took a lock of her hair and smelled it.
"I prefer beef. I have no interest in sampling the veal."
She shuddered, but maintained her composure.
"You have to promise me you won't lay a finger on her. Not now, not tomorrow, not after she turns eighteen. I'll leave here this instant."
His hand slid around her waist and crept up, before finding itself on her small demure breast. He began to knead it gently.
"As I said, I have no interest in your sister. Now or ever."
She couldn't believe his audacity as he worked on her firm, pliable tit flesh. He continued.
"Stephanie is not on the table. From now until the day she dies. But I will mention that if you leave me, I will maintain custody of her. And I will ensure that you never see her again. She will be safe, mind you, but she will never again see her older sister. I'll make damn sure of it."
A flash of anger roared from the pit of Mary's stomach. He would have his slave. But she refused to enjoy any part of it. He stood behind her now, his other hand finding the button of her jeans.
"I need to make dinner."
It was the only defense she could mount.
Her zipper came next. He slid his hand down her pants and began to stroke her panty clad slit, stroking it gently. The poor girl gritted her teeth.
"Now I have some questions for you, my dear niece. Had any boyfriends yet?"
"Of course I have."
He released her breast to draw her pants to her knees, an erection tenting his pants.
"And did you ever take the bone train to pound town?"
She practically spit through her teeth.
"He tapped that like a fish tank."
She spoke the words with a certain satisfaction, letting him know that he would not be robbing her of her first time. But instead, he chuckled.
"Excellent, then you won't mind one more time, right?"
He bent her over the counter and pressed the head of his cock against her tiny little slit.
"You don't mind if I raw dog you, do you?"
Actually, she did. She wasn't on the pill. And the last thing she needed was to become a single mom raising two kids. But then, she reasoned, she was already raising one with no job and no GED. He pressed into her. She gasped audibly.
"A bit bigger than your high school crush?"
"Fuck you!"
She spoke the words under her breath, not wanting her sister to over hear her...where ever she was in the house.
"God damn you're tight."
He eased out, and pushed back in again. The truth, he was much bigger than her first boyfriend. A sweet boy with a kind smile was gentle. Now here she was with her father's brother rearranging the contents of her vagina, harder and deeper with every thrust. He began to establish a rhythm. He thrust in and out. He hit harder and deeper with each thrust. Eventually, he pushed deep inside her and gave a loud groan, and blew a load deep inside her most fertile of gardens. He sighed and eased out of her, pulling her up by her hair and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you, Mary. I enjoyed that."
She sniffled, fighting back tears, and mumbled "Well I'm glad one of us did."
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Things didn't get easier for Mary. She made excuses to leave the house while Stephanie was at school, but refused to leave a child alone with that man. Stephanie seemed to spiral deeper into an inexplicable depression. Mary did her best to hide her feelings from her sister, but things had gone from bad to worse. Any time Stephanie wasn't in the room, her uncle was all over her. His slimy hands snaked over her taut little butt, her youthful breasts, her flat stomach, and often inside her pussy. She hated it. But what she hated most of all was that he would sneak into her room while Stephanie slept and made Mary his conquest. She had never felt more alone in her life. But the one thing that kept her going was knowing that Stephanie was safe under the safe roof.
One day a few weeks later, Stephanie came home from school and marched up to Mary, grumbling something incomprehensible, her eyes on the floor. Mary smiled, lifting the girl's head with her finger under her chin.
"In English please?"
Stephanie turned bright red, a tear in her eye. "My English teacher Mr. Jackson wants you to talk to him at the school."
"And may I ask what this is pertaining to?"
The child sighed.
"It has something to do with this."
