Last updated on October 8th, 2025 at 10:36 am
“Tell me you didn’t like it.” She says as I move away from her. My parents were supposed to be home this weekend, but they had called and apologised ahead, saying they couldn’t make it. They said they’ll be home for two weeks straight to make it up to me. If they noticed how unusual it was that I threw a tantrum over the phone, they didn’t think much of it or say anything.
I turn and run out of the kitchen and don’t stop until I’m upstairs in my room. I lock the door and clutch my stomach, then run into the bathroom and vomit what’s in my empty stomach. I was hoping that my parents’ presence this weekend would have given me a break from her. I was in my room all day and had decided to risk getting food eventually at three in the afternoon when she appeared out of nowhere in the kitchen. I didn’t even take my food before I ran.
I’m going to tell my parents when they arrive that I prefer staying at a friend’s place. Before she came, my parents were busy but still made time because they usually had to get me from my friends’ house. Even then, I had fun, and nothing like this ever happened. My stomach clenches as I remember her touching me again.
The first time, I had slept off on the couch and woken up to her touching me. As soon as I bolted up, she held her finger to her mouth and whispered, “shh.” I was confused, only half-awake and didn’t know what was happening. Later, when her hand went under my boxers, I attempted to get up but I couldn’t. It was as if I froze. She must have thought I liked it because she smiled, probably because I had an erection. But these days, it happens more often, me getting erect.
In our biology class, I pay extra attention and learnt that wet dreams are normal. I don’t remember what my dreams are about but when I wake, my bed is sometimes stained. I get erections more often now. It’s not really always within my control. I hear it’s puberty. It’s not something I’ve worried about since I don’t feel sick. I can say that I understand because even my voice has gotten thicker and I have some strands of hair on my jaw.
She started stroking me and it was strange. Before I could push her off, I spilled on her hand. “That was fast,” she said, still smiling. Immediately, deeply embarrassed, I got up and walked into my room, ignoring her calling me. Since then, I have been avoiding her, sometimes starving because she’s in the kitchen. When my parents briefly came home, I was free again. As soon as she noticed me around, she started trying to touch me again—my shoulders, my chest, my arm—whenever they weren’t looking. I had to continue avoiding her even while they were around.
The second time it happened, I had successfully avoided her for a while and was beginning to feel relaxed. I woke up late that day and for some reason, I had forgotten to lock the door to my room. She had never come into my room before though. Mostly, I locked the door after running from her downstairs. She’d never made an attempt when I was in my room.
As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom, she was sitting on my bed naked. I was naked as well with only the towel loosely held in my hands. I immediately reached for the door and realised she had already locked it. My bathroom has no door, so I couldn’t hide.
“Aunty Constance, I’m late for school,” I said shakily. She smiled and got up from the bed.
“You’re not yet late. If we’re fast, you won’t be late.” She strolled towards me and I started moving backwards.
“Aunty Constance, please.”
“I’m teaching you to be a man. Men pay to learn this and you’re already learning it now. You’re lucky. Rich parents, good school, only child…” She trailed off and knelt. My back was to the wall now, my heartbeat doubled. “You’re very handsome and now you’re looking strong.” She took me in her mouth and I gasped. I was in complete shock as she licked me and dripped spit all over. I was disgusted and felt dirty.
“Aunty Constance, please stop this.” In response, she sucked harder.
What’s confusing is that I seemed to respond to her touch even though I hated it. It made her think that I liked it. She didn’t leave my room that day until I ejaculated.
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My parents eventually come home for two weeks and all I feel is hatred. If they didn’t leave so often, this wouldn’t be happening. After Aunty Constance’s attempt in the kitchen the last time, I started keeping my cereals in my room. Then I proceeded to get a mini electric stove, a few pots from the kitchen, and some food items. The idea is that by having these things in my room, I won’t have to go to the kitchen for anything. And, so far, it has worked. I also always lock the door to my room.
I can’t bear to look at my parents and don’t want to be around Aunty Constance, so after greeting my parents when I get home, I run into my room and lock the door.
My parents assumed that I was angry because of the weekend they didn’t come home. My mother tried and even apologised, but I blocked her out, becoming completely inaccessible. They had to leave after two weeks and I felt relieved. It began my rebellion phase. I wasn’t rude to them, but our communication became strained and barely existed. We already had a system in place for my finances; feeding, tuition, miscellaneous, etc., so there wasn’t really any reason to talk.
