Chapter i

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THE LARGE DOUBLE ROOM is quiet and filled with seven sleeping bodies. Eschewal, twelve years old, lays on a bed with his auntie, who is four years his senior, along with his baby brother and sister. The bed opposite occupies his three older brothers.

The nudging signal comes to him. He knows what it means, tries to ignore it, but she will not let him. Her hot breath blows down his left ear as she speaks, "Oi, you wanna do it?" she says in a whisper.

He wants to tell her no, but she persists with her ample thighs."Oi, Eros, are you sleeping?"

He pretends he is and lets out a moan, but she continues, "Hey, Eros, do you want to do it?"

He answers in a groggy voice, "Mmmm, what did you say?"

"Do you want to do it?" she replies.

With disbelief, he says, "What... now?"

"Yeah, come on, man, please..."

The feeling of butterflies swirls in his stomach, and as if it causes him extreme pain to move, he climbs on top and meets with his auntie's half-naked body.

She pulls down his underpants and then guides his penis into her vagina.

He places his head on her firm young breasts and bounces his body up and down.

Her hot breath blows down his right ear as she moans and grunts.

He buries his face in the mattress as the sex becomes more intense. The following experience is new to him but not so unique that he did not know it was coming. His butt cheeks clench as he ejaculates.

They carry on pumping for a while longer. She squeals for a moment or two, then before he can slip off, she pushes him off.

He rolls onto his back, then onto his front as he attempts to stifle that sickening feeling he always gets after having sex with his aunt. It runs through his bones and makes him feel sinful, filthy, and evil. At this moment, he wishes he could rip his insides out and become another person, no longer living in poverty and experiencing horrors.

He wants to cry but holds back the tears because the worst thing about the experience is that it makes him feel beautiful inside when it begins and before it ends. And this beauty is stronger than the sickening after effects.

He finally closes his eyes, hoping this haunting was another one of those dreams.

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