How My Brother Raped Me Episode 3
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Out of annoyance, she administered a hard slãp on my left cheek.
My hands and legs were trêmbling. I started pêeing on my pants.
“I’m asking you a question and you’re cryîng, I don’t understand. Is there something you’re not telling me?” She thûndered ruthlessly while staring at me dêãd in the eyes.
I was just reminiscing what to say in my mind cos I was literally out of words.
“Your husband he, he, he, he” I stutteringly kept one eye on her and the other on my uncle, who was busy watching from the window.
“Please don’t tell me that my husband shared this bed with you this night!!!”
I’m trying to contact him, but they kept telling me it’s switched off. Why would he switch off his phone by this time of the day?.
I know what to do.
I won’t bother myself asking. You are free to go to bed.
That was how she got out of the room that night.
The following day I cooked rice, we ate although my uncle refused to eat he just left for work with an empty stomach. My aunt and I and the other kinds went to the shop. She doesn’t work much because of the little kids, so she’s always relieved when they’re asleep. Despite the fact that she was still paying close attention to me.
When she asked his husband where he went the other night, he just gave her a fishy excuse that he had an urgent call from one of his co workers so he left to attend to them.
Because she knew her phone had been turned off that night, this kept her põndering.
His wife suspêcted something was wrong, but she didn’t have any evidence to back it up. My uncle’s attitude toward me changed as a result of what happened that night. When he needs something from me, he no longer asks instead, he takes it by fõrce.
My aunt on the other hand knew something was up but she tried to investigate the issue, but all to no avail so she just dîed everything.
One particular evening, September 20th to be precise, His wife caught his husband wãtching põrn and masturbãting.
She slapped him hard on his left cheek and criêd;
“Blood of Jêsus Christ!!! honey, what are you doing? Are you okãy at all?.”
“I’m your wife for God’s sake!!!, why would you be masturbãting?.”
My uncle knelt down to plead her that it was a mistake. That he was just having the urge for sêx and he don’t want to disturb her. He pleaded and swõre not to repeat it again.
His wife forgave him, hugged him and left.
On the same day, about 4p.m., his wife left the house and informed him that she would be delivering clothes to a client for whom they had paid. That gave my uncle an opportunity to continue playing his games.
“Chidinma, Chidinma, Chidinma!! Chidinma!!.”
I dashed over to where he was.
“Yes, sir,” I replied.
“Take off your clothes and come to my room now!” he yelled like a lion.
“But, please, sir, I’m not ready for that yet.”
“You already know what will happen if you don’t. I’m going to take a bath. I’d be right back.” He pushed me into his room, shut the door, and went to his tub to bathe.
I was utterly nàked as I sat in his room. I heard someone painstakingly opening the door in about 2 minutes..
“Who could that be?” I pondered in deep thoughts.
I saw my aunt right in front of my eyes.
My heart skipped twice because I was so surprised.
I was quivering…..
