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 starts to run hot water. She is not exactly conservative with the soap, working especially hard on the areas where your cum and piss had touched her skin. As you watch her vigorous cleansing, you come to your senses and are filled with tremendous guilt.
You feel the tears stream down your eyes as you say, "I am so sorry Aunt Sandy. I don't know what came over me. Please forgive me?" you beg.
She turns and stares at you with daggers in her eyes. "Forgive you," she spits the words at you. Then screams, "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."
Devastated, you get out of the tub and head into the room where your clothes are lying on the floor. You get dressed and grab your bag before leaving. You know she will never forgive you, ever. You also know you have no right to receive forgiveness from her. You might as well have raped her.
As the years pass, she never forgave you and you are unable to find any comfort from any relationship. Every woman reminds you of what you did to your aunt, and the shame never goes away. You die alone and miserable.
The End
