My uncle always t0uches me whenever I'm sléeping, he thinks I don't know but I am always enjoying it.
It all started 3 months ago when I began living with my aunt.
Aunt Jessica brought me over to assist with the many chores at home, she could not cope anymore since she put to birth.
She was a very busy woman, always choked up with work and business, and that was where I came into the picture.
My aunt promised to send me to the university, if only I helped her in such a demanding period. And I seized the opportunity faster than lightning.
Joy almost finished me the first day I arrived. But I didn't know I had walked into the lion's den and I had to dance the lion's dance.
As soon as I arrived, I noticed the way Uncle Fela, my aunt's husband, was looking at me. The way he kept smiling, I could swear I saw him wink, or was I imagining things?
I had always known my figure 8 shape distracted men whenever I walked on the road. I remember a bike man fell into a pool of dirty water the other day because he couldn't move his eyes away from my assets.
But I never believed a well respected man like Uncle Femi could get distracted by my body.
He didn't stop smiling like a child who was just given a lollipop. He welcomed me so freely and said I should feel free to come to his room anytime I wanted.
He even told me to stop calling him Uncle Fela, that he was just Fela.
Still, that was not enough. It was on that fateful Friday morning, I confirmed that this man really had hidden agendas.
I was simply preparing breakfast for my aunt and her 3 year old son when my uncle walked into the kitchen.
“What are you cooking, Esther?” he asked.
"Rice," I quickly replied.
“Wow, you're a really good cook. I'm sure your mum is also very good at cooking…” he teased and I laughed innocently.
"Why do you think so, sir?” I said, blushing.
"Because she cooked really good when she made you… your body is tea Esther.” Uncle Fela said laughing.
I was laughing at first but then I paused. Why would my uncle make such a joke? What kind of insensitive statement was that? Was he normal?
"And I've told you severally," he added “stop calling me sir… or uncle… or uncle Fela. Just Fela is fine with me.” He said and quickly planted a kiss on my cheek.
That was when I lost it. Immediately, my heart left my body and I began to feel a sudden strange cold.
I was surprised, appalled, shocked.
Suddenly, before I could even say Jack, I heard my aunt's voice who was just in the dining room.
“Esther, what is going on in that kitchen?”
To be continued...
MY UNCLE ALWAYS T0UCHES ME WHENEVER I'M SLÉEPING AND I ALWAYS ENJOY IT
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