Trigger Warning The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way.
This story also contains incest. Click carefully.
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It was Easter Sunday and I arrived at 9:00am just the way my Aunt Clara had requested. I thought it was a bit on the early side but I knew that she needed me to help her with the cooking. I rang the doorbell, eager to get started. I should have known better than to expect the expected. To say my family was dysfunctional was a gross understatement. In fact, my family was one of the most fucked up families I had ever heard of.
Most of the time things seemed normal. People looking in from the outside probably thought we were just a bunch of normal people, but I knew different. I knew all about the secrets that my family kept hidden. I could hear movement inside the house, but when the door opened it wasn't Aunt Clara. It was Uncle Ricky. My heart skipped a beat, and then I felt it fall down through my abdomen until it felt like it was in my feet.
"Uncle Ricky! What are you doing here?"
"Tara, come on in. It's cold outside. Let me warm you up with a hug." He pulled me into the entryway and closed the door. He gave me a long, hard hug and for a moment things felt almost normal like he really loved me. I let his hug linger longer than it should have before he released me and looked into my eyes.
"Where's Aunt Clara?" I asked.
"The whole family is at church. I hear the pastor has a two hour Easter service today. That gives us plenty of time together." He chuckled to himself and I felt the familiar fear rise to the surface. I could feel a wetness in my panties too, one which caused me a great deal of shame. I knew that he had fucked most of the girls in our family. He had fucked me a bunch of times and though I knew that it was wrong, I always seemed to keep coming back for more. I don't know why, but it disturbed me that I couldn't seem to stay away. "Give your Uncle Ricky a little kiss," he pulled me to him and his mouth found mine. He'd fucked me many times before, but he had never kissed me before. Something about him kissing me was crossing a line. He'd crossed so many lines already, and this was just another one.
"Gross!" I screamed, pushing him away.
"You think I'm gross?" he laughed at me. "Just fucking wait. We'll see who's gross." He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me with him to Aunt Clara's bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and looked down at me with his sadistic eyes. I cowered in fear and began to cry knowing that he was capable of anything. I'd seen him do so many horrible things, many of them to me. I'd watched him fuck my aunt and some of my cousins, and even my own mother. No pussy was safe from being raped by Uncle Ricky. No asshole was safe either. "You're the fucking gross one here, you little slut!"
"No! No Uncle Ricky!" I screamed through my tears.
"Go ahead and cry, you fucking slut. I love it when my sluts cry. It makes my cock even harder for you." He pulled his cock out and I stared at it with ambivalence. I hated him. I hated his cock and yet there was something I loved about him and his dick. It was a huge cock, long and thick. He knew how to use it to inflict pain, and though I hated it there was also a part of me that loved it. He was my uncle and there were feelings of love that were mixed up with the hatred until it was such a blur that I couldn't describe how I felt about him anymore. He grabbed my skirt by the elastic waistband and pulled it down and off of my kicking legs. "Go ahead and fight, slut. That's the way I like it. I love to fucking subdue you. I love breaking you down with my dick."
