Auntie Abeke was the nightmare of my childhood. Sadly, she used to be my favorite Aunt.

Auntie Abeke would make me sit on her soft bare ties, placing my hands on her full large breast with stretch marks and she'd fondle the little twin nipples growing on my lanky chest while kissing my neck and stroking my hair gently.

I would most times sob softly in pain, but she would softly say "act like a man and stop whining, enjoy it my baby boy."

Our amorous activities metamorphosed and transitioned into watching porn movies. This, soon became a continuous happening, again and again. I soon became a shadow of myself. Lonely, empty and timid.

Returning home after school became dreadful. I'd always wished she could stop or I could go away, and disappear.

My parents and siblings didn't notice anything as they were barely...