So, you know about me and Rohan. Things were going smooth, and I had started have feelings for him. But one day, we were out to have coffee and when we came out, something happened. He pushed me against a wall and kissed me. I got so confused, there was a lot of heat in my body and I didn’t know how to react. I stood frozen while he got his hands on my breasts and squeezed them tightly.
That angered me so much! I slapped him and hard and started crying. I ran back home and cried for hours in my bedroom. Meanwhile, I had developed a friendly relationship with Kartar ji and used to talk to him every night. With dad not around and Vikas still a young boy, Kartar ji was the only one I could speak my heart out to.
That night, I went to his room while he was drinking. He always treated me like a child and seeing my sad face, he inquired as to what had happened. I told him everything and started crying again. He put his drink down and hugged me and consoled me. That made me cry even harder as I dropped my head on his chest.
He hugged me tightly and started patting my back. In that moment, I felt so loved. For the first time since mom passed away, I felt like a child who didn’t have all the responsibility of the world upon her shoulders. But strangely, my body began to heat up like it had in the morning. Almost involuntarily, I lifted my head and brushed my cheeks with Kartar ji’s. I put my head on his shoulders and hugged him back.
He kissed my head and then my forehead. Our hug kept getting tighter. Then he lifted me in his lap while his hands moved smoothly around my back. He kept kissing my everywhere before reaching my cheek.
“It’s okay, beta!” He whispered in my ear and then kissed there as well. That sent shivers down my spine and I adjusted myself on his lap in a way that I could feel his penis. I was still crying but my vagina was wetter than my cheeks. I didn’t understand anything, really. My body was betraying me. I always considered Kartar ji a father figure but at that moment, I wanted him in a different way.
“Thank you, uncle!” I whispered and kissed his bearded cheek.
We were stuck like that for a moment before I felt his penis throbbing against me. That made me wild. I was crying because my boyfriend, Rohan, tried to get sexual with me. But there I was with a man I called uncle, wanting him to love me, not like a child, but as a lover.
My nipples became swollen and I pressed them hard against Kartar ji’s chest. He then kissed my neck which made me jump on his lap and I pulled him closer to me. My vagina was burning with passion! He caressed my head and let my hair down.
“Ahh!” I accidentally let a moan out.
It stopped us both. It was the first time that night that we realized what was happening. We looked each other in the eye and I knew what I wanted. I wanted him, not Rohan. But being a naïve virgin who had never even masturbated, I didn’t know what to do. So, I just closed my eyes and submitted to him. He understood my expression and then it happened.