Chapter 5: Taken By My Step Uncle

He took me to my room, and laid me under the covers.

Gosh I was so weak and sore.

I still found it hard to breathe, not even to move.

I just lay there straight, how he kept me and looked up at him.

I had a lot to say but I didn't know if it was the right time.

“I don't think this should repeat itself again”. He said as he towered over me like one of those tall basketball players on the court.

At first I was surprised because those were the exact words I wanted to say to him.

Those were the exact things that kept ringing in my head.

Don't get me wrong, I loved it. I loved the experience. Every single bit of what we did, but you know, he's family. Besides, I just wanted a one time thing. I just wanted a taste of my fantasy and that's it.

I'm not going to keep sleeping with my auntie's husband.

So I just nodded and smiled.

“Glad you share the same thoughts with me.” Then I paused and looked at him “I'd leave early tomorrow”.

And for the second time that night I saw him smile. So genuine and cute.

It fit so well on his face. I would have loved to come back for more escapades but I just couldn't risk it and I feel bad already, so I guess it's better if we left things like this.

Then he bent down and gave me a kiss on my forehead, patted me softly on my shoulder “You should get some sleep. You look very tired”.

I couldn't help but smile.

When he was at the door I decided to taunt him just one last time so I called him “Uncle Roy!” He paused and I could see the tension on his shoulders as he stood for a few minutes before he looked at me. “ I liked every bit of it,” I said with a cocky smile, acting all innocent like I didn't know what I was doing.

He didn't reply, he just turned but before he left the door I saw the side of his face lift like he smiled.

I guess that was the happiest night I've had for a while. But the next morning I couldn't lift myself.

My whole body ached.

My legs still felt jelly.

I was a mess. A total mess. And I didn't think I could drive home in this condition.

I would send someone to come get it later.

So I picked up my phone to call Lily to come get me but she didn't pick up. I dialed it again before she picked up.

But something was wrong and she sounded like she was crying.

“I fucked up Kelly. I really fucked up” she replied sniffing her nose hard.

“Why, what happened, what did you do?”. Among most of my friends Lily was the last person to do something bad. So I was surprised what on earth she must have done? At that point I sat up straight as my eyebrows furrowed together both from pain and confusion.

“I…. I….” She sniffed again “I can't say it right now. I need to go home first. Can you call me back?”

“Yep sure I can. Do you want me to come over now? I'm free”.

“You don't need to bother yourself with that” her voice got low. “I'll be fine”.

“I'd call you in the next two hours, is that better?”.

“Yes I'd like that”. She didn't say anything again, she just kept sniffing and sniffing her nose.

I had to end the call and booked a ride back home but first I had to take my bath and bid goodbye to my aunt.

I didn't know if I could look my aunt in the eye again or comfortably talk with her again but I had to try first.

So I freshened up and put on something new and went straight to her room.

I prayed on everything I held dear not to meet with my step uncle.

I prayed within me that he wasn't anywhere around the house or even close to her room.

I didn't want to know how awkward everything would be when I look at him remembering how dirty both of us got yesterday.

And thankfully, I didn't see him around.

I opened the door to my aunt's room, and I saw her still sleeping so delicately with an oxygen mask on her face.

At that moment I wanted to cry. I stood for good 20 minutes just staring at her and cursing myself for being so inconsiderate to fuck her husband.

Tears ran down my chin while I stood still looking at her battling for her life while I and her husband played with each other's private parts like we were kids in the mud.

I placed a soft kiss on her forehead and whispered “please forgive me” and left. I couldn't bear it. The guilt and grief within me was too much.

But what has been done, has been done there was nothing I could do about it and there was no going back.

I might sound like the devil right now but I don't regret anything I did.

This was just my fantasy I fulfilled.

And I don't care if I'm being judged but this is life and no one has a fucking manual to it.

So why not live it.

And leave with no regrets.

I got into the cab I had booked earlier with my bag and headed home.

I needed to get home fast. I had a friend I needed to be there for.

But my question remains what could she have done.