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First Published: 13 October 2015

Uncle Frank
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/f, Incest, Rape Play

I'm a dance crazy thirteen year old, grade nine ballerina, proficient at jazz dance, tap, street and Spanish flamenco. I do fitness training for an hour every day before school and go to dance classes on Saturdays, Tuesdays and Thursdays and an elective dance class at school as well. Because of all my fitness and dance I'm quite small, not usually a problem but both of my parents had issues with their growth patterns as they grew up so now I have to face a battery of tests every three or four months to make sure I'm developing at something approaching the normal pace if there is such a thing!

My mother was quite normal apparently until she was twelve years old, then she just stopped developing. No one spotted the problem in her until she was sixteen and then the battery of tests began as well as powerful hormone treatment. They managed to force her through puberty at the age of eighteen; she grew breasts and had her first period at eighteen but didn't grow in inch taller than she had been at thirteen.

My mum and dad met at the clinic, he was like her, he'd grown so far but then stopped, because their problems were so similar and so unusual they became friends, then lovers and eventually married after a geneticist told them that their problem wasn't caused by a genetic problem but by an illness, something they caught at a crucial moment in their natural development. They initially called my mum and dad's condition Patterson's Syndrome after the doctor who first described their condition.

After I was born and tested they were told that I had no genetic problems but new tests on my mum and dad showed that they did in fact have defective genes, they were just lucky that I'd turned out fit and we'll.

Tuesday night, as usual I had ballet class, my lesson was six o'clock in the church hall to six forty-five, I was fortunate that the church hall was just across the road because my father went to his working men's club early on Tuesdays and Thursdays, he was on the committee, he helped serve drinks, clear up and the like, so he didn't even come home after his nine to five job so he wouldn't be able to take me to dance class if it were any distance away.

My mother worked until six o'clock, so she didn't get home until just after I left home, I was also fortunate that my mother understood my fanaticism about dancing, she knew that after my class ended I'd just stop in the hall and watch the next four classes as they practiced and rehearsed, I got home at nine-thirty and always went straight to bed so I'd be okay to get up for school the next day.

This particular Tuesday my dance teacher didn't turn up, at six fifteen the church warden wandered over to tell us all that our dance tutor was ill and wouldn't be coming. I chatted for thirty minutes with my friends so, at the time I was expecting to finish my class I was heading home instead of watching the next class.

I walked in home, stood outside the living room door and called out over the sound of a film playing on the TV that I was home. I'd worn my leotard when I went over to the church hall and a jacket over it, just because my practice leotard was a little too revealing for the street. I hung my coat up in the hall and ran up the stairs, I just barged my bedroom door open as I pulled the poppers of my leotard between my legs open.

I was three feet into my bedroom before I spotted something was wrong, it was more of a sound than anything else, well a sound and a pair of navy blue gym knickers torn to shreds and lying on the floor. My gymslip was also on the floor in a crumpled heap, then I noticed feet at the foot of my bed, four feet, two pointing downwards and two pointing up, the feet pointing up were delicate, feminine and young looking, they were also trying to thrash about, trying to kick but restrained by a cotton rope that was tied around one ankle, looped around the leg of my bed, then over to the other side, looped around the other leg of my bed before ending up tied to the other ankle!

My eyes flicked quickly over two naked bodies, one belonged to my mother, my very naked mother, no, sorry, rewind, my mother was still technically wearing my school blouse but the buttons had been ripped off of it and it was lying open either side of her body. She was also wearing my school tie, it was tied around her head quite tightly, running through her mouth and acting as a gag.

My mother had spotted me and she was trying to attract the attention of the man fucking her, his mouth was attached to my mother's collarbone, he was biting her quite hard, well, he was also fucking her hard as well. And before you ask, no! It wasn't my dad; the man between my mother's thighs was fully grown! He pulled his mouth away from her collar bone, "What?"

My mum gestured with her head over to the door and my father's brother, my uncle Frank looked over at me, "Fuck!"

Frank leaped in the air, me walking in on him and my mum fucking, and the fact that I just stood there, mouth wide open gusset of my leotard hanging open had caused a liquid spilage all over my mother's body. I turned and headed down to the kitchen, I needed a strong cup of sweet tea or coffee. The kettle was empty and cold, I filled it and plugged it in, I was reaching for three cups from the cupboard when my mum ran into the kitchen, she was rubbing her wrists, it was obvious that her hands had also been tied up as well as her feet.

"God darling, I'm sorry you had to see that!"

"Mum, you're an adult, a grown up, if you want to do Uncle Frank that's up to you but why my bedroom? Why my clothes? And what if it had been my father had caught you fucking his brother instead of me?"

My mother looked really upset, crestfallen I'd say was a more appropriate adjective.

"Does Uncle Frank take milk and sugar in his coffee?"

I think the fact that after catching my mother committing adultery with a family member, I was calmly making coffee for the three of us, shocked her. There was a long pause, then my mother said, "Two sugars and just a splash of milk."

I filled all three cups and as I stirred them my mother said in an almost whisper, "Firstly, we were in your bed because Frank has a fantasy about fucking you, or rather, his fantasy is to rape you. I want to keep him happy so I go along with it every time including keeping my body shaved to look more like you. Secondly, the clothes are all mine, I buy your school uniforms and exactly the same clothes from the same store for me to wear for Frank, the only difference is I don't have to sew my name into my copy..."

I butted in with, "And what if my dad catches you?"

"Your father knows all about us, after all those years of treatment the doctors made us both as whole as they could, they gave me breasts and forced my ovaries to work but they didn't manage to make me able to orgasm or give your father an erection!"

I passed my mother her coffee and looked towards the kitchen doorway, I'd expected Frank to have dressed and followed us down by now but there was no sound of movement from above.

"Frank won't come down; he hasn't finished with me yet!"

I picked his cup up and started for the door.

"You can't go up there; he'll fuck you if you go into him while he's hard and naked!"

"Why should one more incestuous act bother you?"

"You don't understand..."

"Make me!"

"On our wedding night we realised what the problem was, your father couldn't consummate our marriage so he tried at least to give me my pleasure with his fingers, after an hour we realised that we were both the same! We were both incapable of an erection or a climax even if the erection part was less obvious on me. We tried several times without success; I suggested that if he wanted to, we could see a doctor about artificial insemination. Your father wouldn't hear of it, he no longer trusted doctors experimenting on him; I changed it to artificial insemination by donor so he didn't have to see the doctor himself. He didn't want the doctors experimenting on either of us... "

"This is all very interesting but it isn't helping me to understand!"

"You have to let me finish..." My mother's faced blushed an even deeper red, "...your father broke the news to his mother that there would be no grandchildren from him and me, she wasn't at all fazed, she just told him to talk to his brother Frank, Frank would know how to fix our problem."

My mother looked away, she was getting very emotional but trying to hold it all together, "When I was at my most fertile point, my temperature told us I had ovulated, your father invited Frank around, it was just our amateur version of AID but instead of a pipit being used to place the sperm in my womb, Frank used his cock! Your father was there the first time, there in bed with us but Frank always gets carried away when he's aroused, he was quite brutal, your father had to leave the room, since then he has always been out on the three times a week that Frank tries to make me pregnant, every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday since three months after we married."

Cogs were turning in my head, coins were dropping into slots in my brain, "You mean that Frank is my real father?"

My mother nodded her head.

"But you had me thirteen years ago, why are you still fucking with Frank now?"

"My excuse for your father is that I want to try for a boy, give you a brother but really, even though I can't climax, when Frank is really rough with me I do feel pleasure from the act but I don't want you to go through that kind of sex, when you do it you deserve a man to be loving."

I walked past my mother, climbed the stairs to my bedroom, Frank was still laying on my bed, he was on his side, looking at the open doorway and rubbing his cock to keep it hard until my mother returned. I placed Frank's coffee on my bedside cabinet, I looked down at his naked body, he lashed out and grabbed me, pulled me down onto my bed. He ripped my leotard from hip to neck and yanked it away from my body.

My mother arrived just as Frank was easing his body over mine, she intercepted him, placed her body in the way so that Frank ended up with his cock in my mother as she lay at my side but all the rest of his attention was focussed on me. Frank kissed me, forced his tongue into my mouth, then he bit my nipples hard, my breasts hadn't formed yet but I had large and very responsive nipples that Frank was torturing as he rammed his middle finger into my cunt.

Frank was rubbing a spot on the roof of my vagina, searching for my G-spot but all the time his palm was massaging my labia and clitoris driving me through a massive orgasm. My mother whimpered slightly as Frank went wild throwing his body into my mother's cunt. Frank pulled his finger from my cunt, it was covered in my cherry red blood from his finger ripping through my hymen, he looked at his finger, smiled and then forced it deep into my mother's mouth for her to suck it clean for him.

After Frank left, my mother and I just lay in bed cuddling for ages, my mother's cunt was wide open from the abuse Frank had put her through, I looked into her body and noticed something missing, I couldn't see her clitoris, I looked closer, most women and girls had a band of tight skin covering their clit, I didn't, I had a very prominent clitoris, no hood at all which meant that I orgasmed simply from dancing, that's why I was dance mad, I spotted that the hood covering my mother's clitoris was fused, sealing her sensitive button behind a thick wall of skin.

I took my mother to the kitchen, made her a strong cup of tea and sat her down at the table!

"Mum, first thing in the morning you have to go to our G.P."

My mother interrupted, "Your father and I have to go to the growth clinic for all of our treatment."

"Don't! You need a small operation to uncover your clitoris, nothing special, nothing to do with your growth defects, just a simple medical procedure, take dad with you, make him ask our doctor for Viagra. Even though it won't make him cum, it will give him an erection so that the two of you can have a little fun together, even if you still need a fix from Frank from time to time; make my father the focus of your sex life!"

"How come you know so much about sex?"

"We do sex education classes, relationship and respect classes as well as human biology. School would rather a boy ask a girl for hand relief, oral sex or, as a last resort, vaginal sex with a condom than rape a girl and risk making her pregnant, just because he's horny!"

My mother had her operation as a day visitor in hospital, they had given her the option of a partial or full hood removal, she chose the full option and once the soreness went and her skin healed completely she discovered that just walking fast gave her an orgasm and after seeing my mother collapse into her seat gasping through her orgasm, my father allowed me to drag him to our local doctor, I explained everything to my doctor with my dad sitting comatose with embarrassment.

The usual prescription for Viagra was four tablets a month, after hearing my parent's story, my doctor prescribed my father sixteen, he gave me the prescription and took hold of my father's hand to shake it warmly, "Mr Smith, I can see why you don't trust members of my profession, take one tablet every second day, try to give your wife the best time of her life!"

I picked up his prescription, the pharmacist actually phoned the doctor because the volume was so high before handing the tablets over to me. I actually opened the box and pressed the first tablet into my father's lips. After twenty minutes his face broke into a smile and even though it was only eight o'clock in the evening, he dragged my mother up to bed.

I was doing my homework at the kitchen table for another hour, listening to both my mother and father verbalising their sexual tensions, in the end I went to bed to the sounds of my parents fucking. I showered and was getting ready for bed when my mum rushed in on me; she stood over the toilet pan and pointed down into the water, "What do you think that is?"

"A toilet? Water?"

"Not that, this, the stuff running out of my body!"

"It isn't my dad's spunk is it?"

"Give the girl a prize, he had five orgasms and on the sixth, that came out, were going to talk to your doctor again as soon as we can, see if he can have a sample tested to see if it's viable, see if you can get that brother or sister after all but from your father this time!"

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