Chapter 2: The Ruse

“Just making sure, the AC doesn’t leak”, he says.

I smile weakly. My entire body is tense with anticipation. Wild disgusting thoughts are overwhelming my mind.

He is my uncle. He abused me when I was little. He is a monster. And I am trapped with him, in my room. This has always been my safety but now it has the monster. He is going to abuse me again.

My body shivers in delight at the thought of him abusing me again.

I find the AC remote but before I can switch on the AC, he snatches it from my hand.

“Temperature feels fine...”, he says.

But he closed the door so the AC doesn’t leak out! I think he knows the hypocrisy but he doesn’t care. He knows I won’t point it.

“ ... But you know what I think?”, he asks as he grabs my hands, spins me around, pulls me close and wraps a hand loosely around my back.

“I think your body has changed. I think inside...” he says. He is looking at me with his villainous sinister smile.

“ ... there is too much ... heat”, he finishes stressing the last word.

I keep looking at his face. I know I should look away but he has this devious delighted expression that is making my knees weak. My body is eating up the look and turning it into excitement.

“These clothes are making it worse. You don’t need this...”, he says as he inspects my dupatta. Then suddenly, before I can stop him even if I dared to, he pulls it away and tosses it on the bed.

I don’t know what to do or what to say. My body is paralyzed. He is violating me. Worse still, l he has done this before. Worst of all, I am leaking between my legs.

He grabs the fabric of the t-shirt, over my breast, “ ... and this is too thick...”.

My breathing has slowed down. My eyes are losing focus. But he doesn’t grab anything directly. He is playing, teasing me.

And then pinches my leggings, over my thighs and adds, “ ... this is too big”.

He starts gently sliding his hand up my thighs.

I feel goosebumps spread all over my body and start breathing slowly as his hand keep rising up on my thighs.

Just before his hand reaches it, my hands somehow reflexively grab his hand and push his hands away.

He brings it back and grabs me between my legs.

A huge wave of lust travels through my body as I clench my fist and bite my lips to stop myself from moaning.

He sees this with monstrous delight.

“Have you seen the tickle monster?”, a younger version of my uncle asked me in excitement.

“Nooooo!”, I exclaimed in joy at a much higher pitch.

“Bhoooowww!”, he shouted and grabbed me and placed me on the bed and started tickling my armpits.

I remember my own high-pitched laughter as I fought his hands.

He moved down and started tickling my waist. He started blowing on my tummy while making sounds. This made me laugh louder.

He moved up and started blowing on my chest while tickling my tummy. I continued to laugh.

Then he moved sideways and started blowing on my nipple. But then I feel it, feel his wet tongue. He started licking it.

“Yew”, I exclaimed as I kept laughing.

Instead of blowing air, and making funny noises, he started sucking my nipple and licking it. Soon he stopped tickling my tummy as well. Instead, he grabbed me by my waist with one hand and grabbed me where I peed. He starts squeezing me there.

My laughter died down. But he didn’t stop. I looked at him, puzzled. I saw him licking, sucking my nipple without looking at me at all.

“Uncky”, I called him. He lifted his head to look at me. The look on his face scared me.

This exact look plastered on his face scared me. Right now it is sending waves of lust splashing inside me.

“I think you should change into something comfortable. Something small, something thin. These don’t feel comfortable.”, he says while I continue to feel his hand rub and squeeze me between my legs.

I nod weakly. I am barely listening. My focus currently is on feeling his grip in between my legs, devouring his stare, and not moaning and not wrapping my hands around him like I want to.

But suddenly he pulls his hand away from in between my legs. I look at him in surprise but he smiles, grabs me and spins me around.

“Let’s see what kind of clothes you have”, he says and pushes me towards the closet from behind.

He is continuing this ruse. He already knows! I didn’t object when he touched my breasts, I invited him to my room and I didn’t object when he gropped me between my legs. He knows he can do anything with me but instead, he is just playing with me, teasing me.

This is making me almost desperately hungry. I am starving for more.

I find two hands on either side of me, shoved below my arms from behind. He opens the closet door and he pushes his body against my back. I can feel his hardness poking my back. He starts rubbing it.

“Let me help you!”, I hear Uncle say as he starts shifting through my clothes and grinding his hardness on my back.

I am dying of excitement and anticipation. It’s too much. I just want him to grab me and do whatever he wants.

“What are these?”, he asks while holding my nipple pasties.

“Nipple pasties”, I whisper.

“So you don’t wear bras?” He asks and grinds harder. I think he likes me not wearing a bra.

“I do”, I whisper as I close my eyes.

“So you wear both these and a bra?” He asks.

“Yes”, I reply.

“That is why you feel so hot ... I think you should take both of them off”, he orders.