Uncle's Help

My uncle Rick helped raise my dad, because their dad, my grandfather, died when they were 10 and 5. Their mom had to work 2 fulltime jobs and had no chance to be home with them. I had great respect for my uncle.

This was my second semester at college, away from home for the first time. But, with my uncle right by campus, it was such a secure feeling. My dad was off on business for the next two years – he took the great opportunity since I was no longer at home with him. My mother, whom I no longer see, is off in another world with her life. She left my dad when I was only 2.

I was getting used to school, making new friends, going to parties. I was having a great time, until my scholarship turned me down since I didn't meet the required grades. My dad couldn't come up with the money right away, and I didn't have any money saved up. That is when they figured I could stay with my uncle until my dad could figure things out for my apartment money.

So, once again saved by my uncle, I was grateful. I cooked and cleaned as much as possible, getting to know him better and loving him even more. I thought that we were really close, but what bothered me was that Uncle Rick hardly went out, never going on dates. He's completely handsome, so I didn't really understand.

Then one night, as I came out of the shower, the phone rang. I picked it up, and it was a woman for my uncle.

"Uncle Rick! It's for you" and I handed him the phone. I heard him decline; telling excuses I knew wasn't true.

"Why don't you go out, Uncle Rick? You should have fun once in a while."

"No, honey, I have fun with you. I am so glad you're staying with me now. I love that we can share anything."

"Me too." And I walked away, to go into my room.

"Where are you going honey?" he asked, looking at me. I thought he was kidding.

"I have to get dressed, duh. I can't go out like this, now can I?"

"Oh, you're going out tonight? With who?"

Then I felt bad, since I didn't let him know...

"Well, I don't have to... but this guy, Steve, he asked me to meet him at a bar, thought we'd go out to meet some friends from class."

"Sure, hon. Why don't you come here for a sec. We have to have a talk."

It seemed serious, scaring me a bit. With a thin towel around my naked body and wet towel covering my hair, I walked down by him and sat next to him on the couch.

"So... what is it Uncle Rick? I am getting kinda cold."

"Well, sweetheart, have you ever had sex?"

It caught me off guard, questioned so bluntly. My dad never talked me about that. It wasn't to me discussed. I never had sex, not completely.

"No, not yet..."

"Good, good. I think you should know from an adult, what sex should be like."

"What?" I was confused.

"You know, I look at you, and see how beautiful you are. You are so sweet, too innocent and sexy at the same time. I don't want to be scarred or degraded by scum college boys. Now let me fuck you, show you how to be the slut men love to own and fuck."

And he came at me, pushing me down onto the floor, tearing the towels off my body. Naked, with wet hair flowing around my face, I was far too scared and intimidated to know what to do.

Trying to push him away, I lifted my arms to block my body. He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head with his left hand.

"Please, please Uncle Rick! Let go of me! This isn't funny! Let me go – please. You're scaring me!"

"This is for you, sweetheart. You have to know how men can be. Let me teach you before you're no longer innocent and pure..."

He was different; he looked at me like an animal. I couldn't do anything, and tears were blurring my vision. I tried to kick but he just blocked it with his thick legs. He was too big, too strong.

He kissed me, sticking his tongue into my mouth. He licked and sucked my neck, his right hand groping and kneading my breasts.

"Oh, how I've longed to taste you honey. I've wanted this for so long. Your dad is going to be so jealous to know I had you first." And with that, he fingered me, his middle finger deep inside me.

"Ugnnnnnnnnnn, please stop. Don't..."

"Yeah, you're so tight. Fucking a virgin! I haven't had a virgin in so long." It seemed like I wasn't even his precious niece anymore. I didn't understand any of it. He sucked on my nipple, and he inserted another finger into my hole.

Stretching me out, I thought, and it felt so good. He pumped at me with his fingers, and his thumb was playing with my clit. It was such a different feeling than what my previous experiences were like.

"Uh, uhmm, please, please uncle rick uncle rick..." and then I came, shivering and squirming hard beneath my uncle.

"Oh, baby... you're so perfect", and he brought my legs above his shoulders, and unzipping himself, he caressed his tip to my slit, and pushed in slowly.

"Noo, please, don't do this. Don't, don't..." but I no longer had the fight or desire to completely hate what he is doing to me. I had the physical desire to fuck, but this was still wrong. I had mixed feelings, but my uncle wasn't going to stop now.

"Oh, yes, yes," he scream as he pushed into my tight cunt, popping my cherry. He let go of my wrists to grasp my hips, impaling him deeper into me. I held out my arms to push him, but it encouraged him to get rougher, only thing I could do was hold his shoulder for support on this abuse on my pussy and body. His mouth was ravaging my nipples, nibbling them, and began fingering my anus.

Thrusting deep and hard, he kept yelling "fuck" in my face, raping me on the floor of his house. The carpet was rubbing my back, the friction strong as his rhythm got faster and faster. Finally, he shot his cum up my pussy. His body shook in pleasure, his face contorted in satisfaction. He pumped a few more times, grunting as he weighed down on me, and he finally lifted himself off.

Grabbing one of my towels tossed onto the couch, he covered my body with it, and walked off.

I was left there alone on the floor, naked, raped and afraid, with a towel. I had no idea what to do, the tears flowing down my face, unable to control my sobs.