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It was a very hot afternoon in school, when my class teacher pulled me out of the class that my uncle needed to see me. When I got out and approached my uncle, his eyes were bloodshot, like someone that has been crying. He held me by the hand and broke the bad news to me. At first, I didn’t understand him; I stood staring at him for a while, before the whole thing dawned on me. I would never set eyes on my parents again. I thought about my siblings, I knew the worse awaits us. Few weeks later, the burial was done and my uncles and aunties gathered to decide on how to share us among them. After much arguments, it was finally decided that my 2 younger brothers goes to live with my mum’s eldest brother in Aba, while my younger sister moves to Port Harcourt to live with my mum’s cousin. The next day, I moved to Lagos and started living with my dad’s newly married youngest sister; she was 25 years old at that time. I was welcomed with love. They made me feel so at home, bought new clothes for me and enrolled me into one of the best private schools in that area. Life was fun for me, I didn’t lack anything and in no time, my sorrow was forgotten. Little did I know that all the goodies and better life I was enjoying, came with a very big price. On the 7th month of living with them, I had just gotten back from school and was about to shower, when my aunty called me, so I ran out of the bathroom with my towel tied, and went into her room; “Good afternoon aunty” “Afternoon. How was school today? “Fine, aunty” “Good. I called you in here because I want to bath you myself. I noticed you don’t wash your body properly and you are developing serious body odour” I couldn’t believe my ears. I laughed so hard and replied, “haba aunty. Am no longer a child for you to bath me. Okay, I will properly wash my body and you…” She cuts in, “madam, get into the bathroom this minute and drop that towel” before I could reply again, she got up from the bed and half dragged me into the bathroom, “see this girl o. What are you hiding? Don’t tell me these small boys have started touching you”. After fruitlessly dragging with her, I let go and we both walked into the bathroom. She started washing me with her soap and sponge, after a while, her breathing changed and she started acting funny. Her hands lingered on my b—–s, then she began squeezing my n—–s, I got confused, I didn’t know what to do. I kept staring at her half closed eyes. Nobody has touched me that way before. I was only 17. She poured water on me and moved closer, then put her mouth on my n—-e….. I was shocked beyond words as she put her mouth on my n—–s and began to suck it. I gathered strength and pushed her away, then covered my b—–s with my hands, “Aunty what are you doing? How can you be touching me this way and suck my b—–s too? You are a woman and my dad’s younger sister. I don’t understand this o. Please, I want to go back to my room” I said to her and made to walk past her, but she blocked my path and pushed me to the wall, there was no space for me to escape from, then she spoke, “Amaka Nne, this is not a new thing, people do it. I started mine when I was 14 years old and it’s not bad. See, let me tell you, I am in love with you and I feel you so much, you give me sleepless nights, I want you to be mine. My baby, I will give you anything you want, just don’t push me away, or don’t you love me?” I kept quiet for a while, trying to understand her point, but it was so hard for me. “For God’s sake you are my Aunty. We are same blood, loving me is normal just like I love you too. But we can’t do this evil things, the Bible frowns at it, please aunty She turned and locked the bathroom door and threw her neck back, laughing heavily, “Osino Bible frowns at it. Funny. Amaka don’t be ungrateful, I gave you everything and ready to give you more. I put you in a school which cost N150,000 per term, you wear expensive clothes at your age and you want to deprive me of this one thing I need from you. I could take away everything and make you miserable in this house. Life would be a living hell for you. Is that what you want?” I was speechless; I didn’t know what to say. “Answer me, Amaka, is that what you want?” She repeated. “No Aunty” I replied She put down the toilet lid and sat on it, then told me to sit on her laps, I did. She held me so tight, like she was drawing strength from me. We sat like that for almost an hour, her breathing was heavy, then she turned my face towards hers and began to kiss me hungrily, after a while, she started massaging my b—–s, and put her mouth on it again, this time, she took time to suck both of them. She made me sit on the wc and knelt down in front of me and did the unthinkable to my b—–s. I just kept staring at her, wishing it was all a dream. The next thing I heard was, “baby, you are so sweet. I fell in love with you two years ago when I got back from camp and since then, I prayed silently for you to be mine and here we are” she said and went back to sucking my b—–s. I felt so irritated and wished I could stand up to her but I was completely helpless. When she started moaning , I couldn’t bear looking at her again, I closed my eyes and thought about my mum and dad, if they were still alive, I wouldn’t be in this mess. How could my Aunty, my dad’s youngest sister be this evil? What if her husband finds out? In that moment, my younger sister came to my mind, the thought of her going through same thing, drove me crazy. So I made up my mind to find out, but didn’t know how yet. I opened my eyes and looked at my Aunty, still sucking her eyes were closed and my n—–s were already very sore that i had to speak out, “Aunty its paining and am also very hungry” I said , as i tried to pull away from her… After I pulled myself away from her, she got up and walked out of the bathroom. I sat there for a while, and then I took my towel and covered myself, then stepped out of the bathroom and ran into my room. I quickly dressed up and went to the kitchen to fix lunch, shortly after, I heard her call out my name again, I ignored and pretended not to hear, she called the second time and I quietly closed the kitchen door and continued cooking. It wasn’t long, when I felt the door to the kitchen open, and she walked in, “bia Amaka, didn’t you hear me call your name?” She asked. “No aunty, the door was closed maybe that was why I didn’t hear you, I am sorry”, she continued, “it’s okay, make sure you put your uncle’s food in the food flask, I don’t have the strength to cook for him in the night. Before I forget, when last did you see your period?”…”last month, aunty, I have not seen it this month” I replied. “It’s okay. Hope you still have enough pads?” “Yes, I do” she said okay and walked out of the kitchen. She didn’t touch me again after that day and we both acted like it didn’t even occur. I begged her to help me get in touch with my younger sister, I needed to know how she was fairing and two days later, I got the opportunity to speak to her, as soon as she heard my voice, she started crying, she told me how she was suffering over there, she hasn’t started school yet and she eats only once a day and sleeps at midnight to wake up by 5am to prepare my aunt’s kids for school, I was so heartbroken and so helpless, but I assured her that I would do everything possible to get her out of that house. Though, I had no idea how I was going to accomplish it. Every day, I thought of my sister suffering, her heartbreaking voice when she was talking to me on the phone, I lost appetite and concentration in school; I became so moody that everyone around me noticed it, including my aunty and her husband. This continued, until one Saturday evening. I was crying profusely in my room, when my aunty walked in, I didn’t notice her presence until she spoke, “Amaka, what’s wrong with you lately and why are you crying? Don’t tell me you are pregnant o” I quickly turned to face her, “no o, am not pregnant, am just worried about my younger sister, she’s suffering so much in port Harcourt and there’s nothing I can do to help her, that’s why am crying” I replied. Then she said, “Who told you there’s nothing you can do? We live in a duplex, you have this room all to yourself, why not invite her to come live here with us and be happy, instead of this, am tired of seeing you in this mood”. I couldn’t believe my ears, I was shocked beyond words, I knelt down to thank her but she told me to get up, as she turned to leave the room, I realised I had no means to invite my sister over, what do I know? “Aunty but there’s a problem o. How do I get her over here and what am I going to tell Aunty Precious for her to let my sister go?” I asked, then she walked back into the room and sat on the bed, before replying me, “Nne, sit down, let’s talk” I did as I was told. Then she continued, “Getting your sister here and taking care of her is not a problem at all, I can help you achieve that in just two days, but that would cost you, are you ready and willing to pay the price?” She asked. I looked hard at her in confusion, “But aunty you know I don’t have money, it’s you and uncle that has been taking care of me, the only money I have is N8000 that I have saved up from my pocket money to school, where will…” she cuts me off, “Hahahahaha, you are just so innocent that’s why I love you so much. I don’t need money from you. Only accept to be mine and never resist me or speak about it to anyone. Let me have you, give me your virginity without struggle and that’s all” she said. I moved away from her and said, “No ooo. God forbid. I cannot allow you touch me down there am not ready yet, besides, you are a woman and am keeping myself for my husband. It’s only a man I will allow down there not a woman, that’s an abomination. Aunty Do you even know what you are saying?” She laughed again and replied, “Okay then. Since you say no, do not bring up the issue of your sister to me again. Let her continue to suffer in Port Harcourt. One day, she will die and her blood will be on your head, since you have the means to save her but you refused. Imagine keeping yourself for some stupid guy that doesn’t deserve you. My dear, in this age and era, girls don’t give guys their virginity anymore, they either allow fellow girl to break it or they break it by themselves, no man deserves a woman’s virginity. Gone are those days. When you marry, you give him s£x and that’s all. After All, no man marries as a virgin. I want to go and prepare for fellowship. Make sure you prepare dinner before I get back, funny girl” then she walked out of my room… As soon as the door closed behind her, I started crying heavily. I didn’t know what to do, I thought of confiding in my best friend, but what could she do? She was only 15 years old. After crying profusely for an hour, I cleaned my eyes and went to prepare dinner. It wasn’t long, when I heard my uncle drive into the compound; I stood staring at him through the kitchen window as he got out of his car and walked into the house and straight into the kitchen. “Good evening, Uncle”. I greeted him as he made his way to the fridge to get water; he drank a little and kept it back, before responding to my greeting, “aha Amaka. How are you doing? Your eyes look swollen, have you been crying?” He asked, walking up to me, with his eyes fixed on mine. “No, am fine. I was just crying earlier because of my sister”, I said. “What happened to her, hope she’s okay? Tell me everything “. Then I started crying again, I was so emotional, that words failed me, I didn’t know where to begin from and also knew I dared not tell him what his wife told me. I kept crying until he got closer to me, gave me a hug and used the kitchen towel lying close to the sink to wipe my tears. I felt so uncomfortable with the way he held me, I was also scared that my aunty could walk in and misinterpret the situation. As if he knew what I was thinking, he moved back and said, “Nne, I hate to see girls cry. It pierces my heart. You are like a sister to me, tell me what hurts you and I promise to make it go away, I need you to be happy for us” . We will appreciate if we could hear from you by commenting below, Thank you. I thought about what he said briefly, after which I opened up to him and told him everything, but I didn’t mention that I had already discussed it with his wife. After I finished talking, he laughed and said, “Haba, is that why you have been moody lately? I notice everything in this house but I choose not to talk because your aunty is closer to you than I am. But anyways, worry not and wipe your tears, today is Saturday, I will make sure your sister gets here before Wednesday next week, okay? Cheer up and be your usual self, this is a minor issue”, I couldn’t believe my ears, it felt like I was dreaming; I ran to him and gave him a hug, then he left the kitchen. My joy knew no bounds; I danced the rest of the night till it was bed time. I didn’t set eyes on my Aunty again that night until the next day. Her fellowship starts by 6pm and ends by 9pm, she gets home by past 10pm or there about. I was saying my morning prayer very early the next morning, when she walked into my room, dragged me up and slapped me twice, “Are you crazy? Where do you think you are? So after the conversation we had, you still had the guts to talk to my husband about it. You know what? Fine. Pack up your things this minute, you are going back to the village, you ungrateful witch”, she threw some money at me and told me it was my transport fare back to the village and she doesn’t want to ever set eyes on me again. At that moment, I knew I had lost, she has finally broken me, I had no other choice than to give in to whatever evil desires she craves. I immediately knelt down and held her legs, “Aunty please, don’t do this to me, I was crying when your husband walked in on me and made me tell him what the problem was. Don’t throw me out like this; you are the only one I have. I will do whatever you say, please aunty”, I kept crying and begging until she pulled me up and hugged me. She apologised for slapping me and told me to clean my eyes and keep the money for myself, she kissed me on the lips and assured me my sister would join us soon, and then she walked out. I sat down on the bed, replaying what just happened in my head. I knelt down again and prayed to God to let His will be done in my life. 30 minutes later, she called me to get ready for church that she doesn’t want to be late. I quickly showered and was dressing up when she came in again, dressed and ready for church, she locked the door and said, “Nne, please I need to feel you a little before we go”, she unzipped my gown and unhooked my bra, then turned me towards her… She started sucking my left n—-e and using her right hand to massage the right one, she kept at it for almost 5 minutes, then she stopped and looked me in the eyes, “are you enjoying it? Tell me you are, please” she spoke. I shook my head and replied, “no, Aunty. I am not enjoying it” I replied. She smiled, “I understand how you feel, I felt the same way too during my first time. That’s why I don’t want to rush you. Don’t worry, with time, you will get used to it” she said, as she went back to sucking my n—–s and m0aning at the same time. Kindly comment through the form below to know if you are enjoying our stories. Thanks. After a while, she did what she hasn’t done before, she pulled up my gown and touched my v—-a through my panties, I flinched and moved back, at that moment, I heard the voice of her husband calling out her name from the hall way, she quickly stopped, adjusted her dress and picked up her purse and bible, “honey, we will meet you downstairs shortly, am helping Amaka to fix up something” she replied back at him. She helped me hook up my bra and zipped up my gown, then gave me a very long kiss and a hug, after which we headed out to join her husband in the car for church. She was the leader of the prayer warriors in church. People send prayer points and requests to her. She was honoured as much as they honoured the pastor of the church and her husband was very proud of her. She doesn’t go a week without fasting. One time, she made me fast, because I slept off during night prayer that was before she started molesting me. Four hours later, we were back from church and headed into the kitchen to cook, when I sat down on the kitchen stool to slice the vegetables, she told me to go back upstairs and remove my panties, then come back into the kitchen and sit facing her, with my legs spread apart, that she wants to be looking into my v—-a, as she cooks.