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Rey never went home.
At least, not for the rest of the summer.
Rey spent the remainder of the summer at Uncle Ben’s, being fed and fucked and educated about things she thought were inappropriate.
But they weren’t—those things.
Not with Uncle Ben.
He showed her lots of things.
He showed her that she could want things. Sexual things. That it was okay if she really wanted to kiss him or jump on him or suck on his neck.
She did that a lot. It was a tradition by this point.
Rey liked sex.
She liked the feeling of it. Liked the feeling of him inside her. Whispering sweet, nice things. Telling her he loved her.
Because he did.
And that’s why Rey thought she really liked sex.
Because it made her feel so much love when Uncle Ben told her things.
You’re so special.
And
I love you so much, Rey. Since you were little.
And
Anyone would be lucky to have your babies, Rey. Please give me a baby. Your baby. Our baby. I love you.
No one made her feel that special ever.
And he really meant it.
Rey just felt very much loved and taken care of.
He showed her more things too. More tangible things.
Rey worked up the courage to put his cock in her mouth a few days after they first had sex. She was really nervous, but Ben told her that people who love each other do things like that—just like how he put his mouth on her several times before that.
She said okay.
Didn’t mind the taste but the pain was a lot.
But she loved him and really wanted to show him, so Rey tried to do jaw exercises in the shower so she could try to suck his cock at least once a day.
Because that’s what people that were in love do.
Ben really liked to have his way with her. Sometimes, it was a little aggressive or in weird spots of the house.
She didn’t know why he’d want to fuck her in the kitchen when they have a perfectly nice bed upstairs.
Ben liked to kiss her at the dinner table—her sitting on his lap like always—then, he’d push her off his lap before unbuckling his belt and zipping down his pants. Rey would get the message and push down her shorts or pull up her dress—whatever she was wearing.
Because she wanted to make him happy.
That’s what people that are in love do.
The pain became less frequent. She really liked the feeling of being stretched open, when he first would go inside each time. She’d always whine and make Ben groan, just hearing her.
Once, Rey was worried about that.
The stretch getting bad again.
They were laying on the couch, Uncle Ben on top of her, while he licked and sucked on her nipples.
He really liked to do that.
A lot.
Rey didn’t mind.
“B-Ben?” she rasped.
He lifted his head and had sleepy eyes. He liked to close his eyes and suck on her like that.
“Hm?”
“W—I’ve heard that if you don’t have s-sex that it can hurt again and I—It really hurt the first time and I don’t want it to hurt again,” Rey told him.
Ben smiled. Started slowly kissing her sternum.
“Don’t want any gaps fucking your uncle? Want me inside you all the time, honey?”
Rey swallowed. “Well, what about when I go home?”
He frowned.
“This is your home, Rey.”
She blinked.
“I just—I mean when I have to go to Mom’s. Sorry. Sorry, I know this is my home. Sorry,” she sputtered.
His eye twitched. He stopped kissing her.
“What makes you think you’ll go to her house?”
Rey had a perfectly good reason for thinking that maybe she’d go back with Mom. It was because she hadn’t signed over papers yet.
The guardianship papers.
It was already the end of July and still nothing.
Ben said she was waiting for summer to be over to have a sit down, but he’d have. He’d keep her.
It’d be okay.
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“Let’s make this easy on Rey. Let me have guardianship.”
They were seated at Grandma and Grandpa’s big, dining room table. Mom. Han. Leia. Rey. Ben.
Mom was sobbing on the other side of the table as Rey. Ben was holding her hand under the table.
And if anyone saw, it was just a kind, sympathetic uncle supporting his niece.
Leia pursed her lips. “Kaydel, dear. Rey is happy at Ben’s. You’re about to lose your house and move in here. She needs stability. She’s had it at Ben’s. She’s not gone forever just—Sweetheart, she is better off at Ben’s for now.”
Rey peeked up at her mother. She didn’t look as disheveled as she did a month ago when she yelled at Rey in Han and Leia’s backyard, but she still looked a mess. Like she hadn’t been taking care of herself.
Rey felt a little bad, but Ben told her that Kaydel was doing this to herself. That she needed to be a mess for them to be together.
So, Rey hoped and hoped for her mom to still be a fuck up so she could be with Uncle Ben.
They were in love.
Mom started talking, on the verge of tears.
“B-But Ben lives on the other side of town. She’ll have to change schools and find new friends and what ab—”
“I want to change schools, Mom,” Rey spoke, interrupting her.
Mom frowned. “You love your school.”
Rey shrugged. “It’s just a school.”
“What about theatre? You love your teacher, Rey.”
“Mom, it’s—There’ll be other teachers.”
“You love the theatre department there, though.”
Rey rolled her eyes. “You loved it, Mom. Not me. You’re still—Mom, you’re still projecting. I just—I don’t want to live with you, okay?”
Her voice raised at the end of the sentence. Ben told her to make sure to angry. Say things. To get her mom mad.
“Rey, this is not like you!” her mom exclaimed, nearly in shock.
“You don’t know what’s like me or not because you don’t know me,” Rey told her. She kept going. “You have this image about me that I’m some—A mini-you! I’m not. I will never be a mess of a person and I cannot live with one anymore. I just can’t, Mom. I want to stay with Uncle Ben.”
“A mess?” Kaydel growled.
“Look at you, Mom,” Rey scoffed.
She knew it’d only add more fuel to the fire.
“You’re a mess and everyone at this table knows it. Grandma’s right. I’d just end up here—living with them just like you. You’re losing the house. You’re probably about to lose your job, too. Why don’t you, while you’re at it?”
“Hey—” Grandpa tried.
“Rey—” Ben warned.
He didn’t mean it. He told her this was how it was going to go. That he’d have to say something like that to her. Make it seem like this wasn’t planned.
Rey kept talking.
“You can’t take care of me. You can’t be emotionally there for me. I need to—If anything, I need to recover from you, so let me do that at Ben’s before I just completely lose all faith in you.”
Mom squinted at her. “So he’s ‘Ben’ now?”
Rey’s face got hot.
She did what Ben told her, trying to change the subject.
Rey yelled, “Just admit you’re a horrible mother and sign the stupid paperwork!”
Kaydel stood from the table and pointed a finger at her. “I was not a horrible mother.”
This was going where Uncle Ben told Rey it would go.
Rey stood, too.
“Mother of the fucking year telling me to have sex with Poe and showing up drunk to a family barbeque and giving me condoms and—”
Before Rey knew it, Mom had reached across the table and tugged on Rey’s hair, pulling her nearly stomach-first on the table. Kaydel was going to slap Rey with her other hand, but Uncle Ben reached over. His arms were longer.
He pushed her shoulder, hard.
Mom’s grip on Rey’s hair released and Rey fell backward, Uncle Ben being quick to catch her. Leia screamed and Han started to yell at Kaydel.
Mom started to cry.
Rey’s head hurt from Mom tugging on it, but she was fine. She just leaned into Ben’s touch, knowing that it’d all work out.
Especially now.
Now that this whole thing happened.
Just like Uncle Ben said it would.
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Leia and Han convinced Kaydel to sign over guardianship until she could get her shit together. In the following months, though, Mom had only grown more depressed. More leaning to alcohol. Needed to borrow money from Grandpa and Grandma a lot.
Ben and Rey didn’t go over there anymore—to Leia and Han’s. It was easier to not see Mom. To live in their own little world without having to conform to others’ eyes.
So, they were fairly isolated.
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Poe came out to his parents. They were actually really nice about it. Said they loved him no matter who he loved.
Rey was happy for him and told him so when she hugged him and the others goodbye. They got dinner one last time before she switched schools.
She didn’t talk to her friends anymore after that—after she officially moved.
Rey had to transfer schools because Ben lived across town. The mascot was stupid and the people were annoying.
Ben didn’t like her having friends anyway. And she was okay with that. She didn’t want new friends.
Just Ben.
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By October, Rey was well into her sixteenth year alive. She was a little more grown up and acted like it.
Rey was coming into her adult personality more and more.
And as that grew, so did a lot of things.
One thing was her apathy toward Mom. She didn’t care she was a mess. She deserved to be. Mom treated her awfully growing up. She’d be the only thing keeping Rey away from Ben. There was a whole list.
So Rey didn’t give a single fuck about Mom.
Another thing that grew because she was getting older was her sexual appetite.
She already had sex with Uncle Ben and did things, but she wasn’t shy about it anymore. Wasn’t like a little kid.
Rey would happily and on her own fall to her knees while Ben was doing work from home on one of her skipped days of school—which was quite frequently.
She’d get on her knees and rub her cheek on his jeans, over his lap. She’d feel him get hard under her and hear him sigh. First, it’d be a frustrated sigh. Like ‘why now?’ or ‘I’m busy’ but he never said those words.
And those sighs turned into sighs Rey liked to hear.
The sighs that let her know she was making him feel good.
She’d jump on him when she got back from school, instantly mumbling against his lips about her day. About how she hated high school. About how she wished they could just hide away forever. Ben would happily kiss her back and lead her to the couch or just get on his knees and eat her out while she leaned against the front door, backpack still on.
Ben talked a lot about a baby—still—and so did Rey. She didn’t actually think she’d get pregnant. Just that he liked to talk about it. She’d like one. Just maybe not now. Not when she was so young.
She was a little conflicted about it.
But his words could make her say anything. When he’d say she’d be a good mom, Rey would nod. When Ben would tell her he’d drink her milk just like his baby, she’d moan and couldn’t hide that she’d like that.
When he’d tell her he wanted to be a daddy, she thought about all the things she was keeping from him. Not making him a daddy.
She bit her lip and couldn’t tell whether or not she was excited or disappointed every month she got her period.
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Rey had a phone, but she shut off the world.
Rey didn’t give a fuck about anyone her age or their interests.
She didn’t have friends. Didn’t talk to old ones. Didn’t want anything to do with anything except for Uncle Ben.
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Rey was pregnant by December.
She found out on Christmas.
Her period was two weeks late. She was panicking.
Rey went grocery shopping alone for her and Ben. She made sure to be alone. Told him he should nap. He was tired that day, thank god.
It was the perfect time to buy a pregnancy test.
So, there Rey was one day later—anxious and hands shaking—holding that goddamn test.
Her stomach dropped when she saw the results.
She was pregnant.
Merry Christmas.
Rey swallowed. Her lip wiggled.
She didn’t know if she wanted this. Really wanted this.
Uncle Ben knocked on the door.
“Are you ready?”
She shouldn’t have taken this before going to Grandma and Grandpa’s. Before seeing them. Before seeing Mom.
“Y-Yeah, hold on!”
Her green, velvet dress looked nice.
But it didn’t look nice with tear drops on the neckline.
“Are you okay?” Ben asked from the other side of the door.
She didn’t answer.
He knocked again.
Then, voice low and serious, Ben told her, “Open the door, Rey. Now.”
She sniffled and put the test on the counter. Turned. Put her hand on the doorknob and twisted.
Rey opened the door.
Ben instantly frowned. Cocked his head. Put his hand on her cheek.
“Why are you crying, baby? Nervous to see your mom?”
Rey shook her head.
He squinted.
She looked at the floor.
Then, Ben’s hand came and grabbed her chin, making her peek back up at him.
“What happened?”
“Uncle Ben—“ she started, voice cracking. “I’m—Ben, I think I’m pregnant.”
He took a sharp breath in, staring at her. She saw relief wash over his face. She saw him peek down, likely at her stomach.
Ben smiled.
Then, he furrowed his brow at her.
“Why are you upset?”
She explained, “I’m—I’m scared.”
“Why are you scared?”
“Because I—I’ll be a teen mom. Like Mom.”
He shook his head. Tsk’d at her.
“Your mother was alone. You’re not. You’ll be a wonderful mother, Rey. You’ll stay home. Be a mommy. Let me take care of everything. Let me take care of you.”
Rey bit her lip. “I won’t be like Mom?”
“Not at all.”
Rey nodded in understanding. Then, she frowned.
“What about—People will see. They’ll know. What do I say about who the father is and—”
“Poe. That boy, Poe,” Ben stated.
Rey shook her head.
“No, he’s—he’s out. He’s out to everyone now. That he’s gay. He wouldn’t lie for me like that.”
“Then it’s someone you don’t know,” Ben shrugged.
Oh.
Right.
Rey told him, “I can—I’ve been telling people and—and I told Poe I was seeing a boy from Saint Mary’s. I can say it’s his. The one that doesn’t exist and I—I just won’t tell anyone who it is.”
Ben smiled, the grin slowly crawling across his face.
“Very good girl. So smart. Look at you.”
He held her cheek again. Held her face with both hands. Ben kissed her forehead. Kissed her nose.
He hunched over and pecked her lips.
Got on his knees.
Kissed her chest.
Her stomach.
Uncle Ben kissed her stomach over and over again, rubbing the sides of her waist.
“My baby,” he mumbled between kisses on her dress, pressing against her stomach. “I’m so—Rey, I’m so happy.”
“W-What about school?” she asked, looking down at him.
He didn’t look up at her. Just kept kissing her stomach as he spoke to her.
“You don’t like school anyway. You can just be homeschooled. Online school. There are a lot of options, Rey.”
She nodded. “Yeah—Yeah, okay.”
Ben lifted her dress. Put his head under it.
He kissed her bare stomach, his warm lips on her skin.
Then, his kisses that were chaste turned into open mouth kisses. Rey squeezed her legs together and held onto the top of his head, her dress separating her hands from his hair.
Ben started to lick her stomach. His hands kneaded her ass.
“B-Uncle Ben, we should g-go,” she whispered.
“Nuh-uh,” he mumbled.
He hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled down until they hit her ankles. She kicked them away.
Ben was still under her dress.
“Back up,” he commanded.
She knew what he wanted.
Rey backed up against the wall of their bathroom. Ben nudged his face between her legs while he hiked one of her legs over his shoulder.
He instantly started to lap at her cunt, his tongue warm and wet slipping along her slit, through her folds, and flicking at her clit.
Rey pushed up her dress so she could see him. Pull on his hair properly. Push his face closer to her cunt, begging for more.
She came with a long moan, holding onto Ben’s hair and the towel rack next to her.
Then.
Uncle Ben stood. Took her hand. Lead her to their room.
As they made their way there, Ben kissed her and mumbled, “Want to pick you up and drag you to my room.”
Then.
“Need to be gentle with my girl now. Got my baby in you. So delicate.”
He fucked her slowly. Softly. Kept talking about how his baby could feel him. He needed to be gentle.
Ben came inside of her and pushed his cum deep. She wondered if he was just addicted to that. The breeding behaviors. If he hoped maybe another baby would take.
She’d wonder what it’d be like to have twins.
They didn’t go to Grandma and Grandpa’s. Ben called and told them that Rey wasn’t ready to see her mom.
But they did go to CVS and bought a dozen more pregnancy tests to be sure.
They were all positive.
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No one batted an eye when they saw Uncle Ben take care of Rey. Take care of her babies.
She had twins.
He was just a nice uncle.
They didn’t bat an eye when he kissed the babies’ cheeks and fingers. They didn’t bat an eye when he got very protective over them. They didn’t bat an eye when he cried as one took her first steps, then the other shortly after.
They didn’t bat an eye when they held hands, watching their babies walk and babble and just be.
They were just really close, practically raising two babies together.
She was just a poor, teen mom living with her uncle because her mom was a mess.
So, no.
No one batted an eye.
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They sat in their living room, the babies laying on a play mat with toys dangling above them. Ben and Rey were on the couch. They kissed and she giggled when he told her he’d like another baby.
She thought he was kidding.
He told her he wasn’t.
Rey just rolled her eyes and kept kissing him until it turned into neck sucking and laying back on the couch, Rey on top of him.
They quickly put the babies down for a nap in their room before resuming things on the couch where he again whispered he wanted another baby.
So, Rey said okay.
Because when you love someone, you make a baby. You find any way possible to be with them. You shut out the world to where only you both exist.
Rey was blissfully happy. She had someone that loved her so much. Someone that would never hurt her.
She had two babies with pretty, green eyes and crazy, black hair.
Probably another soon.
And no.
No one batted an eye.
No one dared to.