Sobrinha gostosa pra mim

Meu tio era um homem obeso. Ele curtia todo tipo de excesso. Comida, bebida, mulher; até eu já tinha ouvido boatos da boca do meu irmão que o viu usando drogas. Nunca consegui confirmar, mas não duvidava nem por um segundo. Ele tinha muito pouco cabelo, tão pouco que mal dava pra pentear. Formavam-se uns fiapos de cabelo penteados pra direita. Era daqueles caras que, mesmo vendo que a cabeça já tinha perdido a batalha, não sabia desistir e raspar tudo de vez. Gostava de se vestir bem e com muitas joias. Direto fazia festas na casa dele e convidava um monte de mulher, eu percebia porque a gente morava só a algumas casas de distância. Quando eu tinha dezoito anos, que foi a idade em que tive essa experiência que tô contando, não entendia muito bem por que iam tantas mulheres, mas só uns dois amigos do meu tio. Perguntava pro meu irmão por curiosidade, mas ele nunca queria me responder. Depois de um tempo, consegui entender por que ele nunca nos convidava pra essas festas que pareciam super exclusivas: eram festas pra fazer orgia. Aí tudo fez sentido. Lembrava das caras de desconforto dos meus pais quando viam todas aquelas mulheres chegando na casa dele e da irritação quando a música tocava no talo a noite inteira — eles sabiam muito bem o que rolava nessas festas. Também tinha umas festas normais, com bebida e comida de graça pra todo mundo. Meu tio convidava a gente e a maioria da rua (provavelmente era um jeito de ninguém reclamar dos escândalos que ele fazia quando realizava as outras “festinhas”). A maioria do povo aceitava de boa e comemorava até altas horas da noite. Ele sempre fazia nos fins de semana, então ninguém tinha preocupação com nada. Meu tio era solteiro e sem filhos, então ele também não tinha.

Meus pais foram informados de que minha mãe precisava fazer uns exames especializados pra o coração e ele tinha que ir a um laboratório pra fazer o exame. Meus pais já tinham nos deixado sozinhos, eu e meu irmão, várias vezes, mas sabiam que a gente geralmente era meio bagunceiro e não queriam que a gente deixasse a casa de pernas pro ar. Meus pais pediram pro meu tio ficar de olho na gente e visitar a gente direto pra garantir que a gente tava bem e não tava fazendo nada de errado, tipo sair pra lugares e voltar tarde ou ir pra festas à noite. Praticamente tavam pedindo pra ele ser nossa babá por um fim de semana, enquanto iam fazer os exames e voltavam. Meus pais foram embora na sexta à tarde e me deixaram em casa praticamente sozinha. De manhã eu ia pro colégio e à tarde, quando chegava, fazia minhas tarefas e tentava, apesar da minha preguiça, limpar a casa. Meu irmão não me ajudava em nada quando chegava do trabalho e passava a noite toda vendo TV ou sumindo com os amigos pra beber. Meu tio vinha de vez em quando só pra checar se eu tava bem e perguntar onde meu irmão tava na hora que ele aparecia. No sábado, meu irmão foi ver um jogo de futebol com os amigos e eu fiquei sozinha. De novo em casa. Meu tio fez a festa dele de fim de semana e me convidou. A rua inteira já tava na frente da casa dele. Colocavam umas mesas grandes e fechavam a rua pra não passar carro e começavam a servir a comida e as cervejas. A música tocava alto e as conversas de todo mundo junto faziam o barulho ficar ainda mais intenso. Meu tio foi em casa me chamar. Bateu na porta e eu desci de shorts e regata branca, as que eu usava pra dormir; não tava de sutiã e tava fazendo muito frio naquela noite. Meus bicos tavam furando a regata e meu tio continuava batendo como se quisesse derrubar a porta. Já vou, já vou! – Gritei, enquanto descia as escadas -. Ei, mocinha, tá rolando uma festa boa aqui fora de casa, vem pra você se divertir um Just a little while, don't be so lonely," he said, trying to encourage me to go to his party. "I really don't feel like going, dude, I'm kind of tired; actually, I was already getting ready to go to sleep," I said. I could tell he wasn't taking his eyes off my nipples, almost savoring them without looking away for a single moment. "Oh, sweetie, I see you've already got your shorts and little blouse on—do you sleep like that, July?" he asked, almost leering. "Yeah, I like to sleep comfortably," I said, covering my chest with my hands, hiding them from his lustful, piercing gaze. "Well, if you want, I can stay for a good while to chat with you, little one, so you're not so lonely," he said, sneakily glancing at my breasts repeatedly. "No, uncle, how could you? Besides, you have to take care of all your guests," I said, hoping he'd leave and let me be. "They can take care of themselves, sweetie, everything's at their disposal," he said. I didn't know how to get rid of him without being rude. His mere presence alone with me was way too uncomfortable. I agreed to let him chat with me for a while. After a few minutes, I planned to yawn and say I was really sleepy to force him to leave. We talked for over half an hour, and then the house phone rang—it was my brother, and he was very drunk.
"Hey, Vania."
"Where's José?"
"I'm at a friend's house, we're staying here to keep the party going."
"No, José, you need to come home."
"I was just calling to let you know, I'm not asking for permission."
"Fine, do whatever you want, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
"Who was that, Vania?" my uncle asked.
"It was José, he called to say he's going to keep drinking at a friend's house."
"That crazy kid, you can't stay here all alone, love, I'll come over to sleep here, don't worry."
"That's not necessary, uncle, really."
"Of course it is, sweetie, a young lady like you shouldn't be left alone."
My uncle's breath was unbearable. It reeked of pure beer, and you could tell. His speech was already very slurred from drinking. "Just let me go close up the house, and let these bastards stay at the party and clean everything up," he said. I didn't know how to change his mind, so he did what he said and went back into the house. I closed the front door and we went up the stairs. He was climbing up behind me, and I'm sure he was staring at my ass the whole way, like the old pervert he was. He went to sleep in the guest room while I went to my room. More than half an hour passed, but I had lost my sleepiness and couldn't fall asleep. My head was on the pillow, face down, and my thoughts were floating in my mind. I was thinking about my mom, worried about her. I felt the door open, and it was my uncle standing right in the doorway. He wasn't wearing a thing except that thick gold chain he loved to wear so much. He was completely naked, and his cock hung like a banana from his crotch. Flaccid like that, with his foreskin, it looked like an elephant's trunk—it was very big and thick. Despite him being an obese guy, it didn't hide in the fat of his pelvis. It was one of those classic big, thick Cuban dicks. "What are you doing, uncle?" "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for a moment alone with you, little girl." "Don't come near me, uncle, or I'll scream. I'll tell my dad, and he'll kill you." "You're not going to tell your daddy anything, little girl, because if you do, he'll find out about your little escapades." "I don't know what you're talking about." "You don't know what I'm talking about, huh?" "I don't have the slightest idea what you're saying." My uncle tossed some photos onto the bed. They were pictures of me going into a motel with a married man from the street. "What would your daddy say when he sees his precious little girl acting like a slut, messing around with a married man?" he asked with a smile on his face. I burst into tears and begged him not to tell my father anything. "Please, I'm begging you, don't rat me out," I said, full of desperation. "It seems like you— You're getting it, little girl. Take off all your fucking clothes," he said. I said no, and that pissed him off too much. He quickly approached me and grabbed my shirt hard, ripping it to shreds in one pull. I cried from the shock and tried to cover myself with what was left of my shirt. He came closer to me and started violently squeezing my breasts with his hands while kissing me on the lips. His beer breath made it unbearable. I struggled to keep my lips closed, and he let his disgusting tongue out, trying to force it into my mouth. "Open your slut mouth, bitch," he said, full of annoyance. I obeyed because there was nothing else I could do, and he shoved his dirty saliva deep into my throat. His tongue moved in circles, reaching every last hidden corner of my mouth. He didn't stop massaging my breasts, and soon I began to feel his enormous cock, like an elephant's trunk, rising up as if it were being blown and making that strange sound. He grabbed my shorts firmly and pulled them all the way down. They came off along with my panties, and he bent me over the bed in the room. "You don't know how long I've waited for this, little one. Now you're going to find out what a real man is," he said between ragged breaths and snorts like a horse in heat. He spit into his hand and smeared it on his cock. He grabbed me firmly by the waist and said in one go, "Take it all, bitch." His penis entered my vagina fully. I screamed desperately in pain. "Fuck you, Vania, you're so tight, little one. That's how I like them," he said as he thrust into me slowly. It was as if he wanted me to feel every inch of his cock gradually destroying my insides. I couldn't stop crying, begging for help. "Help me, please! Can anyone hear me?" I screamed. "Shut your fucking mouth, or I'll go outside right now and show everyone at the party those photos so they know what kind of slut you are," he said. He grabbed me by the hair, making a ponytail, and held it. Forte. Os movimentos do quadril dele ficaram mais rápidos e intensos de repente, e ele começou a me castigar com o pau dele repetidas vezes. A dor era tanta que parecia infinita. A barriga grande e suada dele batia na minha bunda sem parar, enquanto eu não parava de chorar de dor e sofrimento. Minha cabeça era puxada pra trás com força enquanto ele se esbaldava na minha buceta. Ele me comeu brutalmente por mais de vinte minutos sem parar. As lágrimas já tinham secado nos meus olhos, e minha dor era tão insuportável que eu achava que ia desmaiar. De repente, senti a grande descarga dos enormes testículos de touro do meu tio encher tudo lá dentro, e ele soltou um gemido de prazer. Ele tirou o pau enorme e jogou o que sobrou na minha bunda. — Que boa chuca que te dei, filhinha — disse ele, rindo. Eu estava dolorida e muito cansada. O sêmen dele escorria aos poucos pra fora da minha xereca, pegajoso e cheio de grumos. Meu tio continuava se masturbando, olhando com atenção como o sêmen saía de dentro de mim, como se estivesse admirando uma obra de arte própria. Ele continuou se masturbando até ficar duro de novo. — Eu não quero mais, tio, por favor, me deixa em paz — eu disse. — Você vai fazer o que eu mandar, sua puta — ele disse. Me deu um tapa e eu caí de bruços na cama. — Eu ia cuspir pra lubrificar isso, mas com essa atitude você não mereceu — ele disse. Ele se jogou em cima de mim e, de uma vez, enfiou o pau no meu cu. — Não! — eu gritei de dor. Continua…