Becky was a typically cute 13-year-old young teenager. She was slim and pretty, with long brown hair, usually tied in a ponytail. Her young body was developing nicely and a number of boys had taken an interest in her perky breasts and nicely rounded bottom. She was particularly good at Maths and Computer Sciences, but she was also good at most other subjects. Becky also enjoyed most sports, especially track and she was the star striker in the school soccer team.

Her favourite hobby was Computer Club where she really enjoyed working with her nerdy friend Julian who was in the same year. He was really shy but they had known each other for as long as she could remember. He was even better than her at Computer Sciences, so they did some fun projects together, including building a remote-controlled robot which unfortunately smashed to pieces when it walked over the edge of the table and landed on the floor. She really liked him but whenever she flirted with him, he just took it as a bit of fun between friends, never even dreaming that she might like him that way.

She loved her mother who was a pharmacist and was the centre of the family. Like many young girls, she also had a special relationship with her father who was a research Physicist. The only downside was her brother. She did not like him at all, but as he was three years older, she managed to avoid him most of the time.

This almost perfect life suddenly changed one Friday evening in July when her parents sat her and her brother down in the lounge after dinner and announced that her Mum had cancer. They told her that there was really nothing to worry about as she would be undergoing radiotherapy and maybe chemotherapy.

Becky was still worried, but her parents had seemed very positive, so she did not let it upset her too much. A few months later, she did get upset when her Mum told her she had to give up work.

“Mum, are you going to die?” Becky asked, full of fear.

“It does look likely, dear. The treatment doesn’t seem to be working” her Mum replied.

Becky was inconsolable. “But you can’t Mum, I need you!” she replied, immediately realising how selfish that was as she started crying. When her friend Julian found her sobbing at the bottom of the school field the next day, he put his arm around her and she told him about her Mum. He was very understanding and walked her back to the school building with his arm around her shoulders.

A couple of weeks after, it was Becky’s 14^th birthday, but she refused to celebrate. She refused to have a party or even a birthday cake.

Her friend Julian had not forgotten, however, and gave her a book on C++ programming. She giggled, thinking how romantic it was, but she gave him a kiss anyway. She got quite a shock when his hands held her face as he kissed her back. Her arms went around him to pull him closer.

“Rebecca! Julian! I know it’s your birthday, but you are pushing your luck with kisses like that in school!” Miss Jones, the new young teacher admonished, trying to hide a smile.

“Sorry Miss” Julian replied sheepishly.

“Just find somewhere more private next time!” Miss Jones advised.

“Behind the bike shed!” someone in the gathering crowd suggested, causing much laughter.

Becky blushed and laughed too, for the first time in months. From that day, Julian and Becky took a walk around the school fields every lunchtime when they were not at Computer Club.

A couple of months later, Becky’s Mum passed away. Becky was holding one of her hands and her Dad was on her other side, holding the other. The last words she said to her husband were “I love you Ben, look after our daughter” and her last words to her daughter were “I love you Becky, look after your Dad”. Becky replied “I will Mum. I love you!” Her son, James was out with his friends.

The next day, their class teacher explained why Becky would not be at school for a few days and after the first lesson, Julian bunked off for the first time in his life and walked to Becky’s house. James answered the door.

“Fuck off, she doesn’t want some nerd sniffing around her pussy right now!”

“I just wanted to tell her how sorry I am” Julian explained.

“I told you to fuck off kid or do you want to feel my fist?” James replied menacingly.

“OK. Please tell her I’m so sorry” Julian said and then walked away.

Julian went to the local stationers, bought a suitable card, wrote “So sorry, love Julian” on it, addressed it to Becky and posted it through her letterbox. She almost managed a smile when she read it.

Julian was in the same year as Becky and a geek. He was top of his year in both Maths and Computer Sciences but nearer the bottom in English. He was sporty but only really bothered about cross-country running and track. Team games were not his thing. Julian liked girls and had a number of female friends in Computer Club but he was much too shy to ask any of them for a date. He was also a bit clueless about girls and did not even recognise Becky’s teasing as flirting.

Julian had known Becky’s Mum quite well as he and Becky had often done homework together, although Becky preferred to go to his house so that they could avoid her brother. Julian went to the funeral but stayed as much in the background as possible. Becky did see him from a distance and they both managed a week smile.

The week after the funeral Becky returned to school on the Monday morning, looking terrible. She was already slim but had lost a lot of weight. He face looked drawn and her eyes were puffy from crying. Her friends rallied round and were very sympathetic, but she had trouble dealing with all the attention. So she was pleased at lunchtime when Julian asked if she wanted to go for a walk around the school fields. After a few minutes, walking in silence, Julian asked “Are you up for Computer Club tomorrow, I’ve got an idea for a new project?”, hoping it would distract her.

“I’m not really up for anything yet” she replied. “Would you mind just walking with me at lunchtimes, till I sort my head out?”

“Of course not, but I’m sorry, I don’t know how to handle this. Tell me if I talk too much or not enough” he said.

She gave him a week smile. “You’re doing much better than anyone else. Is it OK if you hold my hand while we walk and give me a hug and kiss when we have to go back?”

“Sure” he replied, taking her hand. “I’ll look forward to the hug and kiss!”

She actually grinned, amazed that he was flirting with her.

They continued with the lunchtime walks for a long time before she was ready for Computer Club. She had dropped most of her sports, except running where she usually joined Julian. Her girlfriends had stopped asking her to join in with their shopping trips and other activities as she always politely refused. Even her male admirers had stopped trying to flirt with her.

Gradually, over many months, Julian thought she was almost getting back to her old self. She was much brighter and cheerful and had restarted her sports. Then, one Monday morning, Julian was horrified to see that she was in a terrible state again. He did manage to get her to walk with him at lunchtime.

“Becky, what’s up?” Julian asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it” she replied.

“OK. But if you don’t want to tell me, at least please tell your dad” Julian said, looking concerned.

At the end of the lunch break, Becky turned to Julian. “Don’t worry, I can handle it.” But she did not give him her usual hug and kiss.

She gradually improved during the week, so Julian assumed she had talked to her dad.

The next Monday, she was as bad as ever and did not wait for him for their lunchtime walk as she normally did. He had seen her looking really sad at their shared lessons in the morning, so he was worried about her. He tried the library but she was not there, so he went to the school field where he saw her at the far end sitting under a tree with her head in her hands. As he approached, he saw that she was sobbing, so when he reached her, he put an arm around her to comfort her.

She flinched and pulled away.

“Sorry Becky” he said, “You looked like you needed a friend.”

When she saw that it was Julian, she relaxed a little. “You’re right, I do. Can you hold me for a minute please?”

“Of course!” Julian replied and sat beside her with his arm around her. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

She forced a little smile. “Just be my friend.”

“That I can do easily” he replied. “If you want to talk about it, I’m a good listener. If you just want a cuddle, I would love to help.”

“You’re so sweet, I wish you were my brother. But I just need a cuddle.”

He was confused because he realised that his feelings for her were not totally brotherly. However, he was more than happy to cuddle her. The bell sounded the end of the lunch break, so they got up and walked back to the school building with his arm around her.

“Thank you” she said, managing a smile as they parted to go into their class.

“Anytime you need a cuddle, just let me know. I really like cuddling you!” Julian said, surprising himself at being so forward.

The next day he sought out her older brother James, who was three years ahead of Julian. He was hoping James could help his little sister. James was a big guy and walked with a swagger, surrounded by his gang of admirers. Julian had taken an instant dislike to him but his worry about Becky overcame his fears as he approached the older boy.

“Hi James!” Julian greeted him.

James stopped and looked at him. “You’re the little nerd that’s been hovering around my baby sister.”

“That’s me, but we just chat, mostly.” Julian replied.

“Well fuck off and keep well clear of her or else I’ll smash your face in!” James replied to laughter from his followers.

“We’re good friends, so I won’t!” Julian said, walking away and almost pissing in his pants.

Becky’s relapse continued for a couple of weeks, but on the next Monday he was shocked to see that her cheek was red and swollen and she had a black eye. She had given her teacher the excuse that she had walked into a post, but Julian did not believe her.

At lunchtime he went to find her on the field. Sure enough, she was curled up, sitting under the tree and sobbing. He sat beside her and put his arm around her. She turned to hide her face on his chest and held him almost desperately.

When she had calmed down a little, he said “I didn’t want to push you into telling me what the problem is until you were ready, but now I need to know so that I can help you.”

“You can’t help me Julian! Nobody can!” she wailed.

“At least if you talk about it, I’m sure it will help” Julian replied.

“It’s so personal and you would hate me if you knew!” Becky wailed.

“I really like you Becky and I could never hate you. I promise not to tell a soul”

Having such a good friend really cheered her up, but she still could not tell him. He walked her back to the school building, holding her hand and she surprised him with a quick kiss as they parted.

A week later, Julian found Becky at the bottom of the school field again, even more distressed. As usual, he sat next to her and put his arm around her.

“Go away Julian! James is going to really hurt you!” Becky pleaded between sobs.

“No! I’ve been a wimp all my life but I like you too much to abandon you. You’re going to tell me what’s going on and then we’ll figure out what to do about it” Julian demanded.

“I do need to tell you, but I don’t want to. I really like you and you’re going to think I’m dirt after”

“I’ve probably guessed half of it already. I could never think badly of you for something that’s not your fault” Julian said.

“What have you guessed?” she asked, quietly.

“It’s obvious your arsehole of a brother is abusing you!” Julian replied.

“Promise you’ll never tell anyone” Becky asked.

“I promise” Julian agreed.

He gave her a couple if minutes, then she spoke in a very soft voice between sniffles. “James is raping me. He’s really rough and doesn’t care if it hurts me, in fact I think he likes it better. When I told him the school nurse was going to make a fuss about my swollen cheek and black eye, he just started hurting me where it doesn’t show, like on my boobs and bottom. On Saturday night, he really hurt me by shoving his fingers, then his cock right up inside my bum hole. I bled lots and it still hursts like hell.” She burst into tears.

“Fucking hell Becky! Why didn’t you tell your dad!” Julian demanded.

Becky just cried louder. “If I told you why, you’d hate me more!”

“Of course I don’t hate you! I love you and I just want to kill James!” Julian exclaimed, “but, as much as I’d like to, I won’t. We’ll just report everything to the police.”

“We can’t” she replied. “It’s more complicated, and if you don’t already hate me, you will if I tell you the rest.”

“I promise I will never hate you, but I think you should tell me the whole story.”

He held her tighter. She sobbed some more, then began her story. “It was just after my Mum died. When I went to bed at night, I cried for hours. Dad heard me and came in to comfort me. He was in need of comforting as much as I was. One night we both went to sleep in my bed and the next morning he said we couldn’t keep doing that. So, the next night, I went into his bedroom for a cuddle anyway. I kissed him, knowing he was missing Mum so much and he kissed me back. We both realised how much we desperately loved and needed each other. I lifted his hand to my boob and one thing led to another. We made love and it was really nice. He was so gentle and caring. He got me a morning after pill and then I went on birth control. We carried on making love every Saturday when James was out with his friends. So It was me who initiated incest. Now tell me you don’t hate me!”

“I still don’t hate you, but I think your dad should have been stronger” Julian replied.

“How do you think I would have reacted if he rejected me?” she pleaded.

“I still don’t see where James comes into this” Julian said, “but if you’re going to tell me you consented to sex with him, I will seriously have a problem.”

“No! I never would!” Becky exclaimed, then continued. “James came home early one Saturday a few weeks ago and found me in bed with Dad. The next day, when Dad went out to get some milk, he told me that if I could console Dad, I could console him. I told him that he had shown no sorrow about Mum’s death, so he didn’t need consoling. He hit me then raped me. It was horrible!”

“So why didn’t you tell your dad!” Julian almost shouted.

“James told me that if either of us said anything, he would report us to the police for incest and deny that he ever touched me. Dad was already fragile and I knew if that ever came out, the scandal and me being taken into Child Care would push him to commit suicide. So now I hope you understand why I just have to cope with it.”

“I need to think how we can get you out of this mess without you ending up in Child Care and your Dad killing himself” Julian replied.”Is there any night after school when your Dad and brother will be out for a couple of hours?”