Chapter 2: Evening

I hear the door of my room open and see uncle enter. My heart starts beating faster again. I feel scared but reassure myself that Dad is in the house.

“What is my hot niece doing?”, he says, looking at my legs.

I don’t know what to do.

“Where is Dad?” I ask, hoping it will stop him.

“Oh! He has gone outside for a minute...”, he says.

My heart sinks. I start panicking. Suddenly fear fills every part of my body. I don’t know what to do.

He sits beside me on the bed, with his body touching mine.

Before I can shift away, he pushes his hand behind me and wraps it around my back and pulls me even closer, squeezing me on him. I clench my fists and pray to god that Dad comes back soon as he places his hand on my upper thigh, just below my...

“How is my niece now-a-days?...”, he says as he stares at my chest and his hand caresses my thigh.

“You have grown big ... haven’t you?”, he says looking at my chest. He licks his lips like a greedy disgusting animal.

I don’t say anything. Every slow stroke of his hand on my thigh is sending chills through my body. It feels like his fingers are burning me.

He finally looks at my face.

“Your lovely body has gone through so many changes ... hasn’t it?”, he says with a smile.

He pulls me close and comes closer to my face as if to whisper some secret.

“You know with changing bodies ... comes a lot of changes ... you know somethings that you can’t tell your parents...”, he says as he carefully tucks my hair behind my ears. His other hand is still stroking my upper thigh.

“You can tell me those...”, he says and bites his teeth.

As usual I don’t say anything. I just keep praying it to be over.

“You can tell me if you want to try new things ... or about any new urges you might be having...”, he adds as I look away.

“Don’t be shy...”, he says.

A sudden pulse of shock spreads over my body as he grabs both of my breasts. The shock freezes me.

“Come sit on my lap”, he says while trying to pull me. He is using this excuse to just grope my breasts.

I hurriedly shift to his lap to stop him from groping me. But another pulse of shock spreads in me when I sit on his hardness. Reflexively I try to shift to bed again but he grabs and pulls me down, on his hard-on.

I can feel my tears bubbling in my eyes. I am forcing myself not to cry.

“It’s okay ... it’s okay ... you are never old enough to not sit on your uncle’s lap”, he says as I feel his hardness poking me.

I hoped he would move his hands from my breasts after pulling me into his lap but he doesn’t.

“Don’t be shy, doll!”, he whispers into my ears from behind. I can feel his breaths on my neck as he speaks. His whispers make my hair rise all over my body.

“Common, my princess, tell me about your new urges?”, he asks again, slowly in a raspy whisper in my ears.

I don’t say anything. I just grab his hands and try to push them off from my breasts. But he doesn’t let me, he is stronger and he keeps groping my breasts.

“Cutie, don’t be shy ... Sweet baby, I am your uncle ... you don’t need to hide anything from me ... I won’t tell anyone ... I promise ... and I won’t be angry” he says slowly as he slowly rubs his hardness on me and gropes my breasts.

I am shaking with fear and disgust. I can feel the tears on my face.

“Okay ... maybe you need to loosen up a little ... maybe a tickle monster would open you up...”, he says and I brace myself for what I know is going to happen. I pray to God to stop it.

He turns me around and pushes me onto the bed, making me lie on my back and then jumps on me. He sits on thighs with his legs to the sides so that I can’t move and then looks at me hungrily.

I close my eyes as he starts “tickling me”. His hands are brushing and squeezing my waist, grabbing and groping my breast, pinching and twisting my nipples and rubbing me between my legs.

Suddenly I hear the doorbell go off. I open my eyes to see my uncle’s angry face directed towards the door.

Dad must have come back. The torment is over.