Chapter 1: Memories

“No. I can’t. Mom is totally pissed off. She threatened that she won’t let me go out for a month if I ask her again”, I tell Ravi on the phone.

For two months I have been following the same excuse; “extra classes” before and after school and the whole day throughout the weekends.

I am never home.

My parents have let me go to “extra classes” because they trust me and they like that I am studying so much. Only recently they started complaining about me never being home. Even then, they have never stopped me from going out.

But my uncle, my father’s brother, who lives in the city is coming after a year. Mom and Dad both want me to stay in the house. When I insisted I have to go out, Mom got furious.

I just need to convince Ravi that I am telling the truth.

“You can ask Rahul to come here and see for himself. Please!”, I plead Ravi.

It’s not the first time Ravi would be sending Rahul to our house. My family has known Rahul for a long time. He is like family to Mom and Dad. So when he comes in the mornings for “extra class” or in the evening for group study they trust him too.

“Fine. Whatever! But I am going to break your cunt on Monday”, Ravi shouts angrily and ends the call.

I feel relieved and go back to touching myself while reading rude messages that people have sent me.

I never liked my uncle. I don’t know why. Whenever he came earlier I would find a reason not to be in the house. Earlier I would just go to Rupa’s place and come in at night.

Rupa ... Tears bubble up in my eyes.

I play a video of me getting simultaneously fucked in my mouth and in between my legs. I shove two fingers inside myself.

A few minutes later, I hear the bell ring from my room and then hear the door open. For the next few minutes, I hear an excited exchange of pleasantries.

“Come, meet your uncle”, I hear my mom shout.

I take a deep sigh of resignation.

Let’s get this over with!

I walk into the living room.

Suddenly I start seeing everything in slow motion.

I see my uncle slowly turn his face towards me, I see his eyes, they scan me from top to bottom and then rest on my chest, I see his mouth curl into a smile.

A chill spreads through my spine, raising the hair on the back of my neck.

Almost instantly I remember! The flashes of memories flood in paralyzing me for a few seconds.

I remember why I didn’t like him, why I hid from him.

I had forgotten it. But somehow, I remember it now.

For a couple of seconds my body trembles in fear. But somehow, suddenly my body drowns in a wave of excitement.

I feel my nipples harden. I know I am wearing my bra and t-shirt but I still start panicking. My eyes search for anything that I can use.

I find a black dupatta, immediately grab it and wrap it over my neck covering my chest from everyone.

I look ahead to see my uncle watching me from the corner of his eyes. There is a crooked smile like he knows. I think he noticed my nipples harden! This excites me even more.

I should have worn the nipple pasties.

My mom suddenly turns, sees me, and gestures to me to touch my uncle’s feet to greet him.

I walk towards my uncle and reluctantly bend down to touch his feet.

“It’s okay, sweetie!”, my uncle says and grabs me by my shoulder. His touch sends a sudden shock to my body making it flinch.

I look at Mom and Dad. Thankfully they didn’t notice.

I look at my uncle.

He is looking into my eyes, with his smile. He knows I looked at Mom, he knows I flinched.

“You have become such a beautiful woman!”, he says loudly while grabbing me. I feel his finger dig into me.

“She is still a child!”, my mom exclaims.

“Yes of course! You will always be a child to us...”, my uncle replies with a smile while holding onto my shoulders.

“ ... it feels like yesterday we were playing our secret games ... look at you now...”, he says with a smile.

Another chill runs in through my body.

“Whoever wins gets this”, a younger uncle said while swirling a chocolate wafer candy in the air.

“Me me me”, I remember myself shouting and laughing in a much higher-pitched voice than I have now.

“Good Girl!...”, he said. I remember liking being called a “good girl”.

“ ... first we stick our tongues in each other’s mouth...”, he said.

“Yewwwww!”, I exclaimed.

He laughed.

“That is the game! We stick our tongues in others’ mouths and then we try to make the other pull away...” he said.

“Pull away? What? how?” I asked confused with everything.

“You can pinch me, pull hair, do anything to make me pull away. Whoever makes the other pull away wins! “, Uncle explained with a smile.

“What? How? I don’t ... my” I started to ask again but he interrupted me.

“Doesn’t matter ... you will learn once you play”, he said and the next moment his mouth was on top of mine.

I felt his big tongue rush inside my mouth. Once inside he started moving his tongue haphazardly. His hands however started squeezing my chest. I remember thinking Uncle is really bad at the game, I will never let go like this. I started hitting him, pinching him. But he continued to squeeze my breasts.

We kept “playing” for some time until he moved his hand lower. He shoved it between my legs and started rubbing me there, alternating between making circles and rubbing vertically.

I felt weird and tried to pull away, but he wrapped one of his hands around my neck and grabbed my head from behind. He kept rubbing me between my legs with his free hand.

“What secret games?”, Dad asks.

Uncle laughs. He is still holding me tightly by my shoulders.

“Oh! Bhabhi didn’t like her eating too many sweets. But your daughter liked sucking lollipops so much ... I used to give her anyway without telling you guys...”, uncle tells them while laughing and still holding me tightly.

“Tell me doll, do you still like sucking lollipops?”, Uncle asks.

“Want to see what I brought for you?”, Uncle asked cheerfully.

“What! What! What!”, a much younger version of me screamed.

Then he shows me a bunch of lollipops, each of different colours, shapes and sizes. Immediately I scream in delight.

I excitedly tried to grab them but he pulled them away.

I started screaming in excitement. He sushes me.

Reluctantly I calm down.

“Now I want to know which one you like the most without distraction...”, he said.

I didn’t understand. I kept my focus on the colourful lollipops in his hand.

“Look at me please”, he requested.

I reluctantly turned my face toward his.

“Good girl!”, he said. I loved being called a “good girl”.

“We will play a game ... I will cover your eyes first ... then I will give the lollipops one by one ... then you can tell me which one you like...”, he said.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”, I exclaimed cheerfully.

“Good girl!”, He exclaimed.

He wrapped my eyes in clothes until it was completely dark. I was even more excited then. I liked the game.

“Can you see anything?”, He asked

“Nothing”, I replied truthfully. I just wanted him to hurry so that I can lick those lollipops.

“Truthfully?”, he asked again.

I nodded.

“Good girl!”, He said.

Then he grabbed my hands and pulled them behind me and started tying them together.

“Hey!”, I complained.

“It’s just to make sure you don’t open your eyes ... in excitement”, he said.

I pouted my face for the delay but I didn’t mind. I liked the game.

“Ready?”, I heard him ask.

“Open your mouth as wide as possible...”, he said.

I opened my mouth in excitement. Then I feel him place a lollipop in my mouth. I immediately closed my mouth and started sucking it. It was round, sweet and chocolatey. It tasted really good so I started licking it and sucking with enthusiasm.