BSA/Take a shower with you
From Create Your Own Story
"Now that you smell like piss, maybe you should take a shower," he says.
You are relieved he is going to let you clean yourself after what he just did. "Yes. I need one. Can I brush my teeth first?" you ask. You are not about to take any chances with this sick fuck.
"Sure can, Aunt Sandy," he says.
You can feel him staring at your ass as you brush your teeth and feel his hands as he reaches out to get a grip. You jerk a little, but refuse to allow your body to move any more. You continue with your brushing motion, desperate to get your mouth clean after what he forced you to do. He releases his grip and you feel him caressing your ass. You are sickened by his enjoyment and just want the nightmare to end. You hear his knees touch the floor, but don't dare to look back.
"I just love your ass, Aunt Sandy," he says as he gives your cheeks an unpleasant squeeze. The feeling of his hands on you sends shivers of revulsion up and down your body. You refuse to let the little fucker see you react this way, so you force yourself to continue and concentrate on the brushing motion.
You rinse your mouth and gargle with mouthwash. 'I need something far more powerful than this,' you think. As he release his grip from your ass, you turn and ask, "Can I take a shower now?"
He says, "I think we can take a shower now."
You hate the 'we' part, but refuse to respond in any way. You get in the tub and wait for him to enter as you close the curtains and start to run hot water. You allow the water to wash his filth off you, at least as much as water alone will accomplish. You grab the soap and start working hard on the areas where he left his mark on you.
You hear the little fuck say, "I am so sorry Aunt Sandy. I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me?"
You turn to see him crying and stare at the bastard with daggers in your eyes. "Forgive you," you spit the words at him with a scream of fury. "After what you did, you sick fuck. I wouldn't have forgiven you if you had only made me get naked, but to force me to do the other stuff like I am some kind of whore, that is unforgivable. Who the hell do you think you are? Get the fuck out of my house. I never want to see you again. You are dead to me."
He looks defeated which causes you to smile for the first time in a long time. You hear him leave the bathroom while you continue to vigorously scrub your entire body.
As the years pass, and you never forgave him for what he did. You end up divorced and remarried and give a lot more blowjobs to your new husband than you ever gave your old one. He thinks you like it when he cums in your mouth, but the truth is, you have been trying to cover what your nephew put in your mouth, and have never fully been able to accomplish that. The closest you can get is your husband's cum.
The End
