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Experiencing the HELL on HEAVEN (Between Me and my 'Cousin-Aunt '.E4)
Ep4. Experiencing the HELL on HEAVEN
I couldn’t control but look at her whenever she wasn’t looking me. I felt like being around her, but at the same time away from her. I felt guilty that I watched her from an immoral angle. Demons fighted inside my head making it impossible for me to sleep. Those were a difficult period in my life, no one to confide in. Added to that, the snoring sound of my grandma made it very difficult to find sleep at nights. I was stationed at her room in order to look after in case some emergency arose. There were only two bedrooms in their flat.
I slept in grandma’s room, (the one which had a characteristic odour of Ayurvedic medicines,and an attatched bathroom with fragrance of old-spice toothpaste powder) with Aadhi and grandma, while Priyanka slept alone in the next room. Aadhi was accustomed to the snoring lady since he used to sleep there from age of three, but for me, who have had solo room from age seven was depressing. Even during family get-togethers every vacation, I slept on the sofa at the hall. I couldn’t sleep peacefully at night, and if I doze of to sleep at morning, my grandma was sure to irritate me.
The initial days were pure nightmare, I couldn’t control my urge to stare at my aunt, and the next moment my head sank in pangs of guilt. Lust makes you lunatic. I never thought much about repercussions if my thoughts turned to reality as I wished, standing in my teenage shoes. I never thought Priyanka was my aunt, that she treats me like her son, that I used to call her ‘sister’. Once you are addicted to weird fantasies, she reduces to being a beautiful woman, a potential mate. Lust breaks up bonds. And if the relation has no bond made of blood, it gets even worse.
All I wished was to get my fantasies into reality, but I never thought twice. During those crazy days, I never even once thought about what if my uncle finds out., about their family. Or about my little brother who may have to accept the immoral behaviour of his mother… I never thought what would happen if my parents may find it out. All that worried me was whether these fantasies would ever come true.
I found it extremely difficult to hide my erection, I tried wearing two innerwear’s one above other, just to hide an embarrassing boner. It was highly irritating, I usually never wore even one of them back in my home. I used them only when I went out, to the school or tuition classes. It was too warm for me. But here, I had no option. I was aroused to the core and had no outlet to let it out. I felt slight pain in my balls, I felt the clothing became too tight due to unattended erection. No private rooms, and when I spend a little time in washroom, my grandma would start yelling. She would suddenly require my assistance.
I was living in hell...but with a 'heavenly goddess' around to tempt me.
© loop
I couldn’t control but look at her whenever she wasn’t looking me. I felt like being around her, but at the same time away from her. I felt guilty that I watched her from an immoral angle. Demons fighted inside my head making it impossible for me to sleep. Those were a difficult period in my life, no one to confide in. Added to that, the snoring sound of my grandma made it very difficult to find sleep at nights. I was stationed at her room in order to look after in case some emergency arose. There were only two bedrooms in their flat.
I slept in grandma’s room, (the one which had a characteristic odour of Ayurvedic medicines,and an attatched bathroom with fragrance of old-spice toothpaste powder) with Aadhi and grandma, while Priyanka slept alone in the next room. Aadhi was accustomed to the snoring lady since he used to sleep there from age of three, but for me, who have had solo room from age seven was depressing. Even during family get-togethers every vacation, I slept on the sofa at the hall. I couldn’t sleep peacefully at night, and if I doze of to sleep at morning, my grandma was sure to irritate me.
The initial days were pure nightmare, I couldn’t control my urge to stare at my aunt, and the next moment my head sank in pangs of guilt. Lust makes you lunatic. I never thought much about repercussions if my thoughts turned to reality as I wished, standing in my teenage shoes. I never thought Priyanka was my aunt, that she treats me like her son, that I used to call her ‘sister’. Once you are addicted to weird fantasies, she reduces to being a beautiful woman, a potential mate. Lust breaks up bonds. And if the relation has no bond made of blood, it gets even worse.
All I wished was to get my fantasies into reality, but I never thought twice. During those crazy days, I never even once thought about what if my uncle finds out., about their family. Or about my little brother who may have to accept the immoral behaviour of his mother… I never thought what would happen if my parents may find it out. All that worried me was whether these fantasies would ever come true.
I found it extremely difficult to hide my erection, I tried wearing two innerwear’s one above other, just to hide an embarrassing boner. It was highly irritating, I usually never wore even one of them back in my home. I used them only when I went out, to the school or tuition classes. It was too warm for me. But here, I had no option. I was aroused to the core and had no outlet to let it out. I felt slight pain in my balls, I felt the clothing became too tight due to unattended erection. No private rooms, and when I spend a little time in washroom, my grandma would start yelling. She would suddenly require my assistance.
I was living in hell...but with a 'heavenly goddess' around to tempt me.
© loop
