Bawal na Pagnanasa (SPG)

Ang Bagyo

ANNA'S POV

Nagsimula ang ulan nang hapon.

At first, it was just a gentle tapping on the roof. Pero pagdating ng gabi, nagbago ang ihip ng hangin. It became a howl. The wind slammed against the walls of the house like an angry beast trying to break in.

Signal Number 3.

Nasa sala kami ni Marco, watching the news on the small TV. The weatherman was warning about flash floods and strong winds.

Kring. Kring.

Tumunog ang landline. Marco picked it up instantly.

"Hello? Belen?"

I watched his back stiffen. Listening to the conversation, I felt a cold knot form in my stomach.

"Oo... oo, naiintindihan ko. Delikado nga diyan sa daan. Mataas na ba ang baha?" Pause. "Sige. Diyan ka na muna matulog kila Manang Fe. Huwag na huwag kang aalis. Kami na ang bahala dito ni Anna."

Binaba niya ang telepono.

The click echoed in the room.

Humarap siya sa akin. The shadows under his eyes looked deeper.

"Hindi makakauwi ang Tita mo. Stranded siya sa bayan. Mataas na daw ang baha sa crossing."

Just us. Alone. For the whole night. Or maybe two days.

"Si... si Alex?" I asked, testing the name on my tongue. I knew about their son, my cousin, though I hadn't met him yet.

"Tinawagan ko na kanina," Marco said, rubbing his neck tiredly. "Nasa dorm niya sa city. Ligtas naman daw doon. Mabuti na ring wala siya dito, masisikip lang tayo."

He looked at the shaking windows. "Mabuti nang tayong dalawa lang ang aalalahanin ko."

Tayong dalawa lang.

The words hung in the air, heavier than the thunder outside.

Biglang namatay ang TV. Then the electric fan stopped spinning. Then the lights flickered and died.

Total darkness.

"Brownout," Marco cursed under his breath. "Diyan ka lang. Kukuha ako ng flashlight at kandila."

I sat on the sofa, clutching my knees. The darkness felt suffocating. The sound of the wind was terrifying, sharp whistling noises mixing with the heavy pounding of rain.

And with the fear... came the Hunger.

My condition was triggered by intense emotions. Stress. Fear. Anxiety. It scrambled my brain wires, translating panic into arousal.

Naramdaman ko ang pamilyar na init sa puson ko. My breathing hitched. Not now. Please, not now.

Bumalik si Marco may dalang flashlight. The beam cut through the dark, illuminating his strong jaw and the worry etched on his face. He placed a candle on the center table. The flickering flame cast dancing shadows on the walls.

"Okay ka lang?" tanong niya, sitting on the armchair across from me.

"O-opo," I lied. I crossed my legs tight, trying to squeeze the ache away. "Medyo... medyo natatakot lang sa kulog."

"Huwag kang mag-alala. Matibay ang bahay na 'to," he assured me. "Ilang bagyo na ang dumaan dito. Hindi tayo pababayaan nito."

Silence fell again, filled only by the raging storm.

We sat there for hours, listening to the rain. Watching the candle melt. Every time lightning flashed, I saw him looking at me. Checking on me.

I was sweating. The air inside the house was humid and heavy. My skin felt sticky.

"Matutulog na ako," I stood up suddenly.

I couldn't handle his stare anymore. Feeling ko binabasa niya ang isip ko. Feeling ko alam niyang basa na ang panty ko kahit wala naman siyang ginagawa.

"Goodnight, Tito."

"Sige. Iwan mo lang bukas ang pinto ng kwarto mo para marinig kita kung may kailangan ka," he instructed.

I nodded and rushed to my room.

THE BREAKING POINT

I lay in bed, tossing and turning. The heat inside me was unbearable.

I touched myself, trying to get relief, but it wasn't working. My fingers weren't enough. The image of Marco in the candlelight—his forearms flexing, his dark eyes watching me—kept invading my mind.

BLAG!

Isang malakas na kalabog ang gumising sa diwa ko.

The window in my room flew open. The rusty latch had given way to the strong wind.

Instantly, rain poured inside. Strong, violent wind whipped the curtains, knocking over my lamp, soaking my bed.

"Ah!" I screamed, jumping out of bed.

Pinilit kong isara ang bintana, but the wind was too strong. It pushed back against me. Basang-basa na ako sa loob ng ilang segundo. The rain was freezing cold, shock against my feverish skin.

"Anna!"

bumukas ang pinto. Marco rushed in, holding the flashlight.

Nakita niya akong nakikipagbuno sa bintana. He dropped the light and ran to me.

"Tabi!" he shouted over the roar of the wind.

He pushed me aside gently and used his body weight to slam the window shut. He wrestled with the lock, his muscles straining, veins popping in his neck, until finally— click.

Tumahimik ang kwarto. Only the muffled sound of the rain remained.

We stood there in the dark, heavy breathing filling the space.

Marco picked up the flashlight and shone it on me.

"Nasaktan ka b—"

He stopped.

I looked down at myself.

I was wearing a thin, white oversized t-shirt. Just a t-shirt and panties. And now... it was soaking wet.

The fabric clung to my skin like a second layer. It was translucent. The dark circles of my n*****s were clearly visible, hardened by the cold rain and my arousal. The shirt clung to my stomach, outlining the curve of my hips and the dark triangle of my underwear.

I was practically naked.

Marco’s gaze traveled down my body slowly. Painfully slowly.

Instead of looking away like a decent uncle, his eyes stayed. Dark. Hungry.

I shivered. Not from cold, but from the intensity of his stare.

"Basang-basa ka," he murmured. His voice was rough, darker than the storm outside.

"K-kailangan ko magbihis," I whispered, but I didn't move. I couldn't move. My feet were rooted to the spot.

He took a step closer. Then another. Until he was standing right in front of me.

He was wet too. His sando stuck to his chest, revealing every ripple of muscle underneath. I could smell the rain on him, mixed with his own heated scent.

"Nanginginig ka," sabi niya.

He reached out.

I thought he was going to give me a towel. Or tell me to cover up.

Instead, he placed his large, warm hands on my bare arms. He rubbed them up and down, ostensibly to warm me up.

"Ang lamig mo," he said.

The friction of his rough palms against my wet skin sent sparks flying through my nerves.

"T-Tito..." I gasped.

He didn't stop. His hands moved up to my shoulders, then down to my elbows, creating heat. He stepped closer, until his chest was brushing against my breasts.

I could feel the heat of his body seeping into mine.

Napatingala ako sa kanya. The flashlight was on the floor, casting weird shadows on his face, making him look dangerous. Savage.

"Nilalamig ka pa ba?" he asked softly, leaning down. His face was inches from mine.

I shook my head slowly. "Hindi. Hindi ako nilalamig."

Init. Sobrang init.

My "Hunger" took over. Whatever rational thought I had left was washed away by the rain.

Without thinking, I leaned into him. My wet breasts pressed against his chest. I felt his breath hitch. I felt his body tense, rigid as a rock.

But he didn't push me away.

Slowly, his hands moved from my arms... to my waist.

He gripped my hips. His thumbs dug into my skin, right above the bone. It wasn't a gentle hold. It was possessive.

"Anna," warning niya, pero mahina. Parang nakikiusap. "Alam mong mali 'to."

"Mali ang alin?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "Ang magpainit?"

I moved my hips. Just a fraction. A subtle grind against him.

It was a mistake. Or the best decision of my life.

Because the moment I moved, I felt it.

Through his wet board shorts, something hard pressed against my stomach.

He was rock hard.

Napasinghap ako. Seeing it yesterday was one thing. Feeling it pressing against me—hot, thick, and demanding—was another.

Marco groaned, a low sound deep in his throat.

Instead of pulling away, he pulled me closer. He crushed my body against his.

His nose buried itself in my wet hair, inhaling deeply.

"Damn it, Anna. You smell so good. Even wet."

My knees buckled. If he wasn't holding me, I would have fallen.

"Tito... please..." I begged. I didn't even know what I was begging for. For him to stop? Or for him to take me right here on the wet floor?

His hand slid down from my waist to my butt. He squeezed my wet buttocks through the thin panties, lifting me slightly, pressing his erection harder against my core.

"Ahhh!" I moaned, my head falling back.

The friction was incredible. Even with clothes on, the pressure was hitting all the right spots. My wetness mixed with the rain water soaking my panties.

"Alex..." he muttered against my neck, his lips grazing my skin. "Kung alam lang ng pinsan mo kung anong ginagawa natin..."

Hearing Alex's name—his son, my cousin—didn't stop us. It made it hotter. dirtier.

"Wala si Alex," I panted. "Wala si Tita. Tayo lang."

Marco dragged his lips up my neck, to my jaw. His stubble grazed my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. He was so close to my lips. So close.

I tilted my head, ready to kiss him. Ready to seal our fate.

BOOM!

A massive crack of thunder shook the house. The flashlight on the floor rolled and flickered out.

Total darkness again.

Marco froze.

The sudden noise seemed to wake him up from the trance. Or maybe it was a warning from the heavens.

Binitawan niya ako agad. Parang napaso.

He stumbled back, his heavy breathing filling the dark room.

"Sht," he cursed. "Sht. I'm sorry."

I stood there, bereft, cold instantly returning now that his body heat was gone. My core was throbbing, aching, empty.

"Tito..."

"Magbihis ka," he ordered, his voice harsh, commanding. But it cracked. "Magbihis ka at isara mo ang pinto. Huwag kang lalabas."

"Pero—"

"Anna, please!" he shouted. "Pumasok ka na sa banyo at magbihis. Before I do something that will make us both burn in hell."

I heard him turn and walk away, his footsteps heavy and fast. I heard his bedroom door slam shut. Then the sound of the lock clicking.

I was left alone in the dark, wet, shaking, and more "Hunger" than I had ever been in my life.

Kinapa ko ang kama ko, pero basa. Wala akong matutulugan.

Napaupo ako sa sahig, hugging my knees.

Touching the spot on my waist where his hands had been. It felt like a brand.

He wanted me. He was hard for me. He was ready to take me.

And I knew... this storm wasn't over. Not outside. And definitely not inside this house.

Kung akala niya matatapos 'to sa pag-lock ng pinto... nagkakamali siya.

Because now I knew the truth.

My uncle was just as hungry as I was.