Chapter 5: Uncle’s Solution

After an hour, which felt like an eternity in darkness, I hear the door being unlocked. Uncle opens the door and enters my room and then locks it from the inside.

When he turns his face is covered in delight.

“We have decided ... See we can’t let anyone know about this We can’t ruin our name. But if you go to the hospital to get rid of it, even in that hospital, people will get to know. So we have decided...”, He is speaking loudly to let my parents hear in the other room.

He takes a long breath as he gives the most sinister smile.

“I will take you with me to the city. No one else will go. No one wants to see your face at the moment anyway. We will tell everyone you are having a vacation with your uncle. In a month or so, you know after I find a discreet doctor there, we will have the procedure and then I will bring you back”, he says while looking at me with a monster hunger.

Suddenly I can see a beam of light shining through. There is hope. Can we return to normal?

There is a sudden flood of relief and happiness in me. I love my uncle at this moment.

I see his hunger in the face.

I will let him do everything he wants. I will be fully obedient. I will thank him every day.

Then I remember, Mom and Dad are in the other room. I have destroyed their world. I had never seen Dad so angry, never seen Mom so sad. They looked broken.

I will stay a month or two with my uncle...

My nipples swell up, and in between my legs, it starts to become moist.

No, not now! Not when I am hurting Dad, not when Mom is crying. No, please!

Tears are still flowing out of my eyes.

“And you have to pack right now. First, your Dad doesn’t want you to breathe even a second of the same air you are breathing and second, he might actually kill you. So we will leave right now” he whispers and adjusts his pants. I can see him hard down there.

“Now”, he orders.

I start packing. He grabs me from behind and covers my mouth. He opens my jeans button. I grab his hand and try to push away.

He spins me around. I desperately try to shake my head. But he smiles and covers my mouth with his hand and slams me down on the bed. He looks delighted.

He pulls my jeans down, I try to stop him, but because it’s too noisy I stop resisting. I keep crying even when he spreads my legs.

But when he enters me, my body takes over. My hands wrap around him, and my hips move to match his thrusts. For a while, my mind focuses on lust and forgets everything else.

I explode within minutes. My whole body shakes. Fortunately, he sprouts a few minutes later. For him, it’s quick.

I go back to crying as my brain remembers everything again.

Then he helps me pack. He doesn’t let me pack any underwear or books. Thankfully he allows me to wear a pair of nipple pasties.

We come out of rooms with packed bags. They are in the living room. Dad is looking down and breathing loudly. Tears are flowing out of Mom’s eyes. Neither of them turn to look at me.

A part of me dies. A part of me begs me to apologize and fall on their feet but I am too nervous, too scared. I don’t know what he will do if I try to speak. So I walk out of the house with silent tears running down my cheeks.

“So how many boyfriends do you have?”, Uncle asks immediately after he starts driving.

I keep crying quietly. He laughs.

“Your dad is probably going to kill himself ... you know he was always the good fucking boy. That fucking pussy! Our Dad always took his side. I was ridiculed and punished for having fun. No, not your father. He never had fun of any kind. The perfect fucking son...”, he says with anger and delight. It seems like he hates my father. I am confused. I thought they liked each other.