I am sitting with my brothers and Uncle in a board room. As they discuss business, I am silently sipping my coffee, watching them. My gaze settles on my uncle who is busy listening to my youngest brother Phil’s ideas. It seems like he is lowkey impressed but he is thinking about something. Steve grins in my direction and plays footsie with me under the table. I hit him back and both of us exchanged naughty glances at one another. As my uncle starts speaking, Steve hits me with a strong force and I almost whimper but swallow it back, I prepare myself to hit him back.At this moment I accidentally hit my uncle’s foot and a gasp escapes my mouth as his cold stare falls on me. There is complete silence in the room, all the gazes fall upon me, and I feel embarrassed. “What happened, Uncle?” Jake remains unaware of the situation and questions my Uncle who squints his eyes on me and I immediately bury my eyes in the file, flipping pages silently. He says nothing to me but continues to disc
Rico is throwing cold stares in my direction as he grabs his cheek. Darkness is forming in his eyes, and I cannot help but feel the fear taking over my heart. I don’t show him any fear or sympathy.He never showed mercy to me. I cannot even speak to anyone about the unexplainable things that he did to me. “Get out before I call the security!” I threaten him and just then the door of my room knocks twice. While I am freaking out, I show him that I am not scared. His expression shifts from being a rebellious guy to someone who is easily aggravated. I walk toward the door hoping that he might find this as a warning and just when I twist the doorknob, the door falls open. I watch my brother standing at the door, waiting for me. “Come on down for dinner, princess.”His attention shifts and he looks behind me. My breath hitches and I am unable to speak in front of him. “Wait a minute!” he says to me, passing me and I press my lips together, mentally cursing at myself. Just when I turn ar
Uncle Carlos has given me an hour to get ready and have something to eat before we head out. Apparently, we are going for my admission at NYU and he is waiting for me in the car. I am running out of the mansion and arrive where the cars are parked. The guard opens the door for me and I side in, awkwardly smiling at him. Sitting next to him is a little weird for me after what happened yesterday. “After your admission, we are going to the company.” Uncle Carlos informs me and I have no choice but to nod at him. I am dressed in a business suit, far different from the attire I was wearing yesterday.We enter the college together, I look around and my heart is full. Seeing all the students in their normal attire, I feel delighted to remind myself that soon I will be one of them. I will have friends and I will study with them. Uncle Carlos takes me to the Dean’s office directly. I watch a few other people already waiting in the queue to meet the Dean and Uncle Carlos has no appointment y
I try to push him by forcing my arms on his chest but he doesn’t move or even flinch. Instead, he leans forth, grabbing both of my wrists, he pins them against the wall behind me. I am completely under his mercy. Powerless. Helpless. A part of me wants him to be dominant over me. But then reality hits me hard as I remind myself that this man is my Uncle. My father’s cousin. We are a family and this is wrong. His hot breath hits my face and I turn my face to my left, he nibbles on my ear, biting my earlobe. I close my eyes, my legs clutching tightly as I try not to feel what his touch is doing to me. “You were not this prudent when you moaned my name as you touched yourself last night -” My eyes are wide open and I look in his direction. He grabs my chin between his fingers and his other hand touches my pants, unzipping it quickly. I try to stop him but this time I push him full force and try to get away. I hurry toward his desk, behind his seat and he looks at me with a calm expre
Uncle Carlos is kneeling between my legs and I am on the verge of my exploding orgasm. I cannot wait any longer but his eyes settle on me and I am forced to look back at him. He approaches me and his hot breath hits my entrance.I breathe deeply, his fingers digging into my skin as his tongue touches my wet pussy. The first lick almost feels like heaven and the moan escapes my mouth that I have no intentions to hold back. One after another, his licks send me to another dimension and I cannot help but feel pleasure. My body is igniting with fire and the heat mingles with my wetness, creating a different chaos. He keeps the pressure on me down there, just with his tongue and I am coming closer to my orgasm. My back arches up and I start to move in sync with his pace. Soon I come on his tongue and a pleasurable moan releases my mouth. I can feel the hot fluid coming out of my pussy and he is licking all of my juices just like a hungry predator. When he is done, he rises on his feet an
Uncle Carlos and Steve are on a business trip and one week has pass by since I have joined the college. I have made many friends, girls, and guys but the bond I share with Noah is beyond explainable. We are often seen together and our friends tease us for being secretly in love but I have never been in love. I don't know what it feels like to be in love but I know for sure that being with Noah is one thing I like. We are very good friends and nothing else. I don't care what other people think about us. Sitting with Samantha in my room, we are talking about boys. She is more interested in knowing if someone is interested in me or if I like someone in school. We giggle together just like we are friends, and I share everything with her. “Well, there is this boy…” I say and watch Samantha’s grin widen on her beautiful face. I tell her about Noah, and she is excited to see him. “Well, he is coming to pick me up for the party,” I say, and she says that she is looking forward to seeing h
Raya“Raya, you are such a disobedient little brat. I don’t want you in my house. Leave right now!” My mom's mean words hurt me a lot. Her angry voice makes me feel scared and small. I can feel how mad she is at me, and it's heavy on my heart.Across from me, a man in his late forties who is said to be my father sits on the sofa, speaking up, urging my mother to reconsider. "Amanda, don’t just kick her out yet. Who will do the house chores if you kick her out?" I see my mom's anger start to go away, and she looks like she's thinking. There's a hint of reconsideration in her eyes, but she's still looking at me with a mean look.Even though things are tense, I hold onto a small hope that this argument might help improve our difficult relationship."No, William. She is a thief. She has stolen my diamond earrings!" My mother's accusing words are aimed at my father and me, weighing heavily on me and causing my heart to race as I struggle to understand the betrayal in her tone.I sit ther
I stand in front of the bathroom mirror. Sweat. Tears. Trauma. Harassment. After years of trauma and molestation, I am still a weak little girl. I am never treated like a member of this family, while my parents used to mentally torture me, Sean was the one to torture me physically. He took his frustration out on me and left me the moment he was done. The morning sun shines through the windows and I sit on the bed's edge. My body is sore, and marks are carved on my arms, chest, and neck. I have been hiding them for a while now. Sean taught me how to hide them. The door of the room pushes open and my mother enters, with a taunting tone she refers to me, “Come down right this moment!” I sigh rising back to my feet and walking behind her. “And bring your stuff along.”Mom is climbing down the stairs as I follow her and with a twist in her ankle, she trips over, rolling onto the stairs. I try to grab her arm but she is too fast to fall. Fuck! “Mom!” I shout, astonishment taking over