Chapter 3: Fun

Both of us get startled and immediately separate from each other.

“What are you doing, you two?”, Mom asks from the other side of the door.

I am panicking and have stopped breathing completely.

“She is just showing her drawings”, Uncle says loudly.

I used to draw before “being abused” took all my free time.

“Come fast. Lunch is ready. It will get cold!”, she says and we hear footsteps walking away.

Uncle hurriedly grabs the tshirt and leggings I was wearing and hands them to me.

“Fast”, he says urgently.

I wear them quickly.

“Oh my god! These are so visible!...” He says pinching my nipple over my shirt. I bite my lips again.

“ ... You better wear the pasties”, he suggests.

I wear them.

We walk to the dining room together. Like before uUnclemakes me sit on the chair beside him facing Dad and Mom.

Soon, he starts talking and joking with my parents, and eating food.

I start quietly eating too. I just hope we can resume after lunch.

Suddenly, his free hand lands on my thighs. My eyes widen and I look at my parents. They are oblivious. Uncle keeps talking and joking as he moves his hand up. I keep looking at my parents with fear. I am too scared to even try to stop him and create any kind of tussle.

His hand keeps slowly slithering up. My breathing has almost stopped.

He reaches it but then keeps going past it.

His hand reaches the edge of my leggings.

Nooooo. He is taking the worse option.

He slithers his hand inside my leggings. I brace for impact. He reaches my wetness and immediately starts rubbing it with his fingers.

My body shivers in urgency. I clench my fist. I need to moan. I need to react. I need to explode.

“Are you okay? You are looking red, are you okay?”, I hear mMomask with concern.

Suddenly I look up. All the eyes are on me. Uncle has his devious smile.

I try to relax. But uncle doesn’t stop rubbing. Instead, he shoves a finger inside and starts wiggling it like a worm.

“Yes ... yes ... you do look red...”, Uncle says, pretending to be concerned. Suddenly he uses his thumb to press and grind on the little button inside my legs.

Nooooooooooooo. I try my hardest to remain quiet.

I have no idea what to say while my brain is going completely blank. I don’t know what to do.

“Tired”, I manage to whisper.

“Bhabhi ji. She is probably bored! She wanted to go to her friends ... you made her stay with old people...”, uncle says after he relaxes his thumb.

Mom shakes her head but both she and Dad are satisfied with the explanation and go back to talking with uncle.

I force myself to take another bite of the food as my uncle makes a joke pulling attention away from me.

He keeps torturing me throughout the lunch. It takes all my willpower to not react. But I keep leaking like a faulty tap.

“You know what, I am sorry! I forgot to bring anything for you in a hurry”, my uncle says while eating dessert with his other hand still inside my leggings.

“It’s okay! She already has everything”, mom says.

“Nonsense! Let’s go to the market, just you and me, in Keshwar and buy something nice.” Uncle says.

I nod. I desperately want to be alone with him.

“Okay fine. You can get her a new dress”, Mom says.

Uncle quickly pulls his hand from inside my leggings before Mom stands up and starts gathering plates.

“Let’s go, then”, uncle says.

“Don’t you want to rest after lunch?”, my father asks.

“We are not old like you my dear old brother!”, Uncle says and laughs.

“Whatever! Go then. You have to drive anyway!”, my father says faking anger.

I try to walk towards my room. My knees feel weak and my leggings are drenched between my legs. I need to quickly explode and change the leggings.

“Where are you going? “, Uncle asks loudly

“I have to change”, I reply.

“What is wrong with these?” He asks.

I look down. Normally I would be in house clothes but today I am dressed nicely.

“Be presentable, your uncle is coming after a long time” “ Mom had said.

“Let’s go! IIt’stoo far, and we have to return before it’s too late”, Uncle says.

“Yes, leave immediately if you are going to that market. It would be crowded and you will take too much time choosing...”, my dad says.

“But I would have been back by now...”, I complain as I start walking towards my room again.

Uncle grabs my hand, laughs and starts pulling me towards the garage. Dad laughs too. After a few steps, I resign and start walking towards the garage too.

It finally strikes that I could have told them that I wanted to go to the bathroom!

Within minutes we are alone in my uncle’s car as he drives through the village roads.

“Last time I came a year ago, you were a good innocent girl. You aren’t innocent anymore? Are you?”, Uncle asks.

I don’t reply. I am just thinking about what he is going to do. If I was brave I would have shoved two fingers in between my legs or grabbed the thing between his legs.

“From the moment I opened the door, I knew something was different about you!” He says and laughs.

He is already outside the village. He is driving on the main highway covered with big trees on either side.

“Where was it? Where was it...” he is saying to himself as he searches for something in the trees.

“Fuck!”, He shouts as he takes a sudden turn into a tiny gap between the trees that I thought was too small for the car. He takes multiple quick turns.

When I look behind all I see are trees. This narrow path should not be visible from the road at all.

He stops the car and looks at me with eyes filled with delight.

It’s overwhelming. I look away.

He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. My back hits the horn on the steering wheel and a loud horn sound pierces the forest but he doesn’t care. In the next moment his lips are on mine as he pulls down my leggings to my knees, unzips his pants and fishes out his hard member. I kiss him back with hunger as he wraps one hand around me to hold me in place and uses the other to guide himself in between my legs. My hands wrap around his neck. In seconds, I feel him parting my insides to enter the leaking tunnel between my legs.