Chapter 40 Dream Bad
JESSICA
He didn't respond but kept staring at me.
I pressed my hands on the bed and shifted my body up as my heart raced.
God, is this real?
Is he really here?
How did he get in?
I gulped as he stared at me with that familiar dull face.
Is he drunk......again?
"Uncle.....how did you...."
He took fast strides towards me, making me widen my eyes and heart rate increase beyond normal.
My wide eyes were glued to his as he got on my bed and crawled towards me swiftly.
His eyes fell on my lips as he reached for me.
He wrapped his hand behind my neck and landed his lips on mine.
Good God.
Goosebumps filled my entire body as my insides twirled.
He grabbed me closer aggressively, making a whimper escape my lips and earning him entrance into my mouth as his tongue humbled mine.
Like before I am unable to keep.
I felt the familiar feeling in between my legs but this time worse.
His hands holding my waist tightly moved down my butt and he grabbed it wickedly.
Oh God, have mercy.
I placed my hands on his shoulders to push him off me but I don't intend to do it rudely. I don't want to hit him like before.
But I don't want this to continue.
I moved my face away but he began kissing my neck and collarbone.
"Uncle....." I barely spoke as the kisses sent electrifying shivers down my spine, adding to the zillions of goosebumps ravaging my skin.
"Uncle, wait,"
He picked me up effortlessly and placed me on the bed.
I whimpered at the swift move but his dull lust-filled face lowered and took my lips again while on top of me.
My clueless hands hung confusedly in the air as he kept kissing.
This is too much for me.
This is so wrong.
But why does it......
Why doesn't it feel good? Why does it feel right?
I placed her hands on his shoulders but he lowered his lips from my lips, kissing my neck and collar.
The tension between my legs flowed and for the first time yearned badly for a touch.
Fingers.
Lips.
Anything.
The main intercourse.
He continued kissing me, trailing down kisses on my chest and aiming for my breasts.
My brain anticipated the pleasure.
I have never been touched like this before.
It is insane.
And......
And sinful.
Why do I love it?!
His hand gripped my hip, making me jerk as he pulled down my nightgown area covering my breasts.
His eyes rested on my hard nipples and he moved his eyes to me.
My heart raced like never before as he trailed his lips to my breast. I gripped his shoulders as I awaited the pleasure my brain is imagining he would give once he takes my nipple into his mouth.
He moved painfully slow as his hand on my hip dived further down, aiming for my ass.
My entire body felt like it was on fire as he moved incredibly slowly. I closed my eyes, feeling him getting closer to my nipple.
I felt his lips about to take....
A knock on the door made me flinch as I opened my eyes.
Uncle Xavier has disappeared.
I furrowed my brows and looked at my body.
My breasts are exposed and so are my thighs.
The knock came again, making me shudder.
What happened?
"Jessica, sweetie are you awake?" Mom's familiar voice called outside my door.
Mom?
I fixed my nightgown quickly as I got out of bed and walked towards the door.
My panties felt cold as I walked, making me feel like I had done something worthy to be crucified.
"Honey?" she knocked again.
I composed myself and wiped my face with my hands before grabbing the doorknob and opening the door, revealing my mom with a small brown bag in her hands.
"Mom," I almost whispered.
She smiled brightly.
"Hey, sweetie."
"You um....you are back," I said nervously.
"Yes, baby," she said, reaching for my hair. "We are. Did I wake you?"
I don't know if I was awake or asleep. I am totally confused.
Uncle Xavier just disappeared.
"No....I was um.... no, not really." I said, clearing my throat.
"Alright, honey. Here, I got you ice cream." she handed the small bag to me.
I collected it from her and I looked inside with a smile.
I saw the ice cream.
"Your favorite flavors." She said, making me look at her.
"Thanks, mom," I said, moving closer to her and wrapping my hands around her.
I need a hug right now. She doesn't have to know what is up with me.
A hug will help me feel forgiven.
She wrapped her hands around me, making me let out a fulfilling smile.
"Aw, anything for my only princess," she said, caressing my hair and placing a kiss on my temples.
We released each other and I moved the strand of my hair behind my ear as I stared at the floor.
"So, how was the meal?"
I looked at her.
"Did you like it?"
I nodded. "I loved it as always."
She chuckled. "Alright, hun. Now go to sleep. I need to tuck your brother in bed."
I smiled slightly.
"He had a blast tonight." She said, rolling her eyes playfully.
"He didn't eat a lot of chocolates, did he?" I asked.
She scoffed. "I mentioned your name many times whenever he attempts to order chocolates. Trust me, he didn't go for it again."
I smiled.
She chuckled. "You gotta obey your elder sister, you know."
I smiled, lowering my gaze.
"Good night, princess." She said, cupping my cheeks. "Eat your ice-cream and have some rest okay?"
"Okay."
"I love you," she said, walking away.
"I love you too," I said, staring at her as she headed towards David's room.
I lowered my gaze at the ice cream before walking back into my room. I closed my door and walked towards my desk.
I placed the bag on it and sat on my chair as Uncle Xavier came to my mind.
God, he felt so real.
His presence felt real.
The kisses and touch.... everything felt real.
I can't believe I was dreaming.
Or could it be a trance?
Sighing, I rested my elbows on the desk and rested my forehead on my palms.
I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling a lot of things.
The coldness from my panties is making me feel guilty.
This is wrong.
He doesn't even remember what he did at his place.
He doesn't remember kissing me.
Now.....now I am having a trance about it?
I relaxed in my seat as I thought about my situation.
It is a very difficult one.
I shouldn't be thinking about this.
Not just thoughts though.
I think I.....
God, it felt right.
It felt good.
His touch and kisses.
The actual kiss from his house.
He is my uncle.
I have to stop thinking about this.
This is a grave sin and I know it.
I can't go for confession yet I keep adding to my sins.
I covered my face with my palms as the memory replayed in my head again.
His eyes were on me while he trailed his lips towards my nipple.
The way my entire body melted in his touch.
Oh God.
This has to stop.
It really has to.
NEXT DAY......
AT THE DINING TABLE.......
It is a bright new day, and my family and I are seated at the table, eating breakfast.
Dad, who is seated on the head, is dressed in an ash-coloured suit, eating and reading something on his phone.
He is ready for work.
He looks amazing in his suit.
I am really happy for him.
And proud too.
He is back on his feet.
David, seated opposite me is dressed in his school uniform, and Mom, seated on the other head chair, is dressed in a wine colored dress, ready to go to her bakery.
I am still in my nightgown from last night.
No work for me till my night shift.
I moved my spoon on my meal, lost of appetite but mom made my favorite breakfast.
Pancakes and oatmeal with sliced bananas, blueberries, and strawberries in them.
It looks yummy but I don't feel like eating this morning.
I worried about my thoughts and feelings.
I was awake almost all through the night. The new day still didn't make me feel sleepy after staying awake.
I need someone to talk to about this.
Someone who is not related to me at all.
Someone I don't know.
A stranger will do.
A stranger who is not judgmental.
That will really help.
"Honey, you are not eating your meal," Mom said, making me look at her momentarily.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
I shook my head. "No. Nothing."
"Then eat your meal and don't waste food." Dad's commanding voice made me uneasy.
"Yes, Dad," I said, taking in a spoonful of my oat.
I moved the strand of my hair behind my ear and took another spoonful
Mom placed her hand on mine, making me look at her.
She smiled at me.
I smiled a bit.
She withdrew her hand from mine and I focused on my meal.
"David, hurry up and let's go," Dad said.
"Okay," David said.
I looked at him. He is taking a portion of his pancake into his mouth. The napkin on his collar is already stained with oat.
I heaved a sigh.
This kid.
He is lucky that it is not his uniform.
"So, guys, I want to tell you all about my plans for Jessica." Mom said, making me look at her.
She is smiling, looking at all of us.
"Plans?" Dad asked.
"Yes. I plan to throw our little girl a party this Saturday." Mom said, moving her eyes to me.
She smiled.
I smiled as well.
"What do you mean by party?" Dad asked. "Is it her birthday or what?"