[STORY] The Lesbian; Episode 3
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,
“Ehen, Katherine. 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,
“I hate to see children 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 with us. We are family”.
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. My aunt’s 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? 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. Do you know the food, education, money and privilege you are getting here, you can’t get them from your aunt in Port Harcourt?”.
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, her husband was not at home. Was this a threat? I thought.
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 family member i have left that can help. 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,
“Kate, 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 nipple 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 nipples and moaning at the same time.
After a while, she did what she hasn’t done before, she pulled up my gown and touched my virgina 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 Kate 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.