The Forbidden Room, Chapter 2

By Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

NOTE: this story is based on true life events...

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After we ate chicken and rice the next morning, Ngu and I went
outside to play but instead of going down stairs to the
playground, we went up and I found myself knocking on Si's door.
His father had been killed in the war and their mother has
struggled to support them, often working twelve hour days, six
days a week.  I knew she left early and go home late so there
wasn't a problem with me just showing up.  Even if she was home,
I could always say I was visiting Thao, which really isn't a lie.

Early in the morning there are cartoons on and Thao was already
watching them.  Ngu quickly took a seat next to her and stared
blankly at the screen.  Si's door was still closed and I wondered
if he was still sleeping.  It was almost nine o'clock but since
it was summer, he didn't have to get up early.  Slowly opening
his door, I saw his sleeping form under the sheets and sat on his
bed.

"Si," I said touching his arm.  He moved, turning onto his back
with a big grin on his face.

"Anh, you're here!" he said rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 
Pulling me closer, he hugged me before giving me a kiss.  "You
want to fuck?" he asked just like that, pulling his covers aside
to expose his morning erection.

"Okay, but first I want you to lick me," I said remembering how
good it felt when Tu did it.

"Sure, okay," he replied bouncing out of bed.  "Let me pee
first."  By the time he returned I was naked in his bed,
anxiously awaiting that incredible feeling that kept me up half
the night tingling.  It was awkward and clumsy as his tongue
randomly touched the area, but he concentrated more on the hole
than the tender bump.

"Right here," I urged for the third time touching the right spot.
 He licked there a few times, more like it was ice cream than the
most sensitive place on my body.  After a while, maybe five or
six minutes, he stopped.  He had performed his "duty" to me and
now it was my turn.  Reaching for the oil, he coated both of us
before maneuvering between my legs and touching my crack with the
end of his cock.

Bracing myself, I waited, expecting the painful intrusion from
before but was relieved when the discomfort was minimal.  There
was still some pain, like overworking a tired muscle, but it
didn't hurt.  The bloated feeling was there and for the first
time, I actually enjoyed the experience.  Well, maybe not
*enjoyed* it, but it certainly wasn't too bad.

He came after a while and turned over, panting.  I watched as his
glossy, reddened cock began shrinking, shriveling inside it's
self like a shy, shell-less turtle.  A milky droplet emerged at
the tip and slowly dripped down as it retracted.  I reached for
the slimy thing, feeling how loose and pliable it was like that.
He gasped as I squeezed it.

I hadn't really had a chance to *play* with a cock before and
wanted to see what it was all about.  A few minutes later it was
responding, growing in size and firmness.  Soon it was throbbing
in my hand, pulling away from my fingers as it twitched.  I
smiled thinking that it was like a living thing.  Almost like a
pet.

"Suck it," he said pulling at the back of my head.

"Si, it's dirty," I replied looking at the oil and streaks of
white gel on it.  Reaching for the corner of his sheet, he wiped
it off and shook it at me.

"There.  Now it's clean!"

It was still shiny, but wasn't dirty like before so I couldn't
complain about it much.  Bringing my face closer, I slid my mouth
over it, taking it to the back of my throat.  He groaned and I
smiled around it.  It had an oily taste but nothing that was too
bad.  I stroked it and sucked it just as I did dozens of times
before.

His hips thrust forward each time I lowered my face, pushing it
to the opening of my throat and causing me to gag.  After a while
I anticipated it and didn't go as far down, keeping it from my
throat.  That wasn't good enough as I felt his hands behind my
head, pushing my face lower onto his lap.  The gagging resumed,
but was short lived as it began jerking wildly inside my mouth,
spewing out globs of the thick mucus, which I quickly got rid of.

Laying next to him he held me, hugging me to his warm body with
his arms wrapped around me.  That made me feel really good.  I
never had a father to do that to me and my uncles all see me more
of a necessary nuisance instead of their niece.  Here a guy six
years older than me was making me feel like the most important
girl in the world.  I smiled, hugging him back.

After a brief rest, he rolled me over and climbed on top of me. 
I spread my legs, wanting him to love me which he did with his
hard cock.  I didn't realize it at the time that he was just
using me, but even if I had, I would have allowed him anyway.  He
was my boyfriend and made me feel special so he could do whatever
he wanted.

After coming again, he wanted to eat something so we went out to
join the others.  We had been in his room for just over an hour
and I couldn't keep from smiling.  I felt good, not so much
physically, but emotionally and mentally.  I liked being his
girlfriend, even if it meant having to have sex with him whenever
he wanted.  We watched TV together, his arm around my shoulders
for almost an hour before he leaned over to whisper in my ear.

"Let's go fuck again," he said pulling away to see my reaction. 
Smiling, he stood and took my hand, helping me up when he noticed
I wasn't objecting to his request.  Laughing as we undressed, he
tossed me onto his bed and jumped on top of me, sliding his very
hard cock all the way inside of me.  I smiled as he began
thrusting back and forth, treating my sore pussy like a cum hole.
 Ngu and I made it home just in time to set the table for lunch.

Uncle Dong seemed to noticed first.  He kept staring at me,
making me nervous throughout lunch. It was like he wanted to ask
me something or tell me something but didn't know how to.  Each
time I glanced his way, he was looking at me with a strange look
on his face. I was uncomfortable and squirmed in my seat.  I
could feel Si's come just outside my hole, pooling in my panties
and for a brief moment, I wondered if he knew what I had done.

The rest of the day was spent cleaning up from the previous day's
visitors and getting ready for the new ones that will be coming
in a few hours.  I knew they'd be here just like any other day
and watched as Uncle Duc restocked the refrigerator with beer. 
Over half of it was devoted to beer as they went through so much
of it.

My panties were sticky and wet, feeling strange against my skin
and I needed to change them.  I went to the bathroom to pee and
clean up, pushing my soiled panties to the bottom of the clothes
pile. I didn't want anyone seeing them like that.  Wiping the
flaking, crusty layer of whiteness from my skin I realized that I
hadn't brought another pair with me and slipped on my pants,
expecting to make a quick run to my room for another pair.

Opening the door Uncle Dong was right there leaning against the
wall next to the door of the forbidden room drinking a beer.  I
was taken aback, startled by seeing him there staring at me.  Too
frightened to move, I held onto the door for support.  Causally
he brought his cigarette to his mouth, blowing the smoke out from
the side toward the front room.

He had a creepy look on his face and I finally got the strength
to rush out, sprinting toward my bedroom.  From my doorway I
turned to see he was still watching me with a cold,
expressionless smirk.  Slipping inside, I closed the door,
leaning against it.  Never before has anyone made me feel that
way.  He was my uncle and we've all lived together for as long as
I could remember.  Two other aunts married Vietnamese men and
moved out to be with their husbands and another uncle moved back
to Cambodia a few years ago.

I waited until my breathing returned to normal before moving away
from the door to get another pair of panties.  I only had three
pairs and this was my last pair of clean ones.  Expecting to
change quickly and head out to finish cleaning up, I pulled off
my pants and lifted my leg to redress when my door squeaked open.
 Turning quickly, I saw Uncle Dong standing there staring at me.

Stunned, I lost my balance, falling on my butt next to my
mother's bed.  He came in, toward me.

"Are you alright, Anh?" he asked reaching to help me up.  His
eyes were focused between my legs and I had to look to see what
he was staring at.  The area was red and swollen from having sex
three times that morning with Si, but the shocking thing that I
saw, and apparently so did he, was the white, viscous droplet
clinging to the bottom of my slit like a tether.  I became
embarrassed, feeling my face growing hot.

Reaching between my legs, he wiped the pearl-sized droplet away
from me with his finger tip and brought it closer to examine. 
Rubbing it between his finger and thumb a smile cracked his face.

"What is this, Anh?" he asked pretending that he didn`t know.  I
was too afraid to answer and reached for my fallen panties,
hoping to dress and get out before he pressed the issue any
further.  Quickly lifting my leg, I almost fell over and felt his
hands on me.  "Hold on, Anh, not so fast," he said not removing
his eyes from below my waist. "What's your hurry?"

"I need to help clean up," I replied attempting to break free of
his grip.

"Not until I inspect you."  That's the word he used.  *Inspect*.
There wasn't any other way to translate it.  I cringed feeling
his hand on my delicate skin, brushing between my thighs to my
private area as his middle finger penetrated the hole that had
recently been opened by Si.

His finger disappeared into the wetness, going as far in as
possible.  Quickly he pulled it out, looking at the liquids
coating his finger like shiny oils.  His smile widened.

"You're not innocent any longer, Anh," he said wiping his finger
on my shirt.  "Does your mother know?"  My eyes sprung opened at
the very thought of what my mother would do if she found out. 
"Does she?"  Slowly I shook my head, unable to look into his
face.  "I didn't think so," he added just as my Aunt Thuy's voice
sounded out down the hallway.

"Anh, where are you?  You're not done in here and I'm not going
to do it for you.  Come sweep the kitchen then take the trash out
and get the clothes sorted to wash!"

I felt his hold relax as my arm slipped from his grasp.  Without
another word, he left my room, stopping at the door for one more
look.  I was still naked below the waist, too stunned to dress. 
It wasn't until after he left that I was able to compose myself
to finish dressing.

Still shaking from what happened, I made my way to the kitchen. 
What will happen if he tells my mother?  She'd kill me for sure.
My mind wasn't on my chores and I kept dropping things as every
time I looked at my uncle, he was staring at me with a smile.  I
didn't feel better until Aunt Quy and I were in the basement
loading the washers with clothes.  I knew I'd have about two
hours alone to think about what to do about my uncle.

The washers were on the final spin and I was sitting on top being
jarred around by the strong vibrations.  I had to admit that was
my favorite part of doing laundry as it tickled me between the
legs.  I smelled the cigarette smoke before I knew he was there.
Turning toward the door, I saw my uncle standing there finishing
off a cigarette before flicking it outside.  The washer thumbed
loudly before it slowly came to a stop.

Uncle Dong approached giving me a cold chill.  Quickly I slipped
off the top of the washer and began pulling the clothes out,
tossing them into the dryer behind me.  He reached for my arm,
holding me still.

"Wait, Anh," he said turning me toward face him.  I stared at the
ground, too afraid to look at his face.  "What will your mother
say about you?" he asked rhetorically.  "She depends on you to
watch over your little sister and what kind of example are you
setting for her, huh?  Whoring around with all the boys in the
building.  I thought you were different, Anh, but I guess you're
just like all the other whores, aren't you?"

"I'm not a whore," I mumbled still staring downward.  He chuckled
at that.

"You're saying you're not having sex?  Is that what you're trying
to tell me? I know for a fact you are and I know who he is."  My
eyes flew open and I turned my gaze upward, looking into his
cold, dark eyes.

"How...uh, I mean, uhm."

"Tell the truth, Anh.  You'll be punished for lying," he said
leaning me against the washer.  "It's your little friend's older
brother," he blurted out just like that.  My heart dropped and I
felt sick to my stomach.  How did he know?

A huge smile spread across his face.  "You know, Anh, you owe me.
 You owe me a lot.  If it weren't for me where do you think you'd
be, huh?  I'm the oldest in the family and it's up to me to make
sure everyone is taken care of.  I made sure your mother made it
to Vietnam before the war broke out.  I'm the one who supported
her until she started working and I'm the one who pays all the
bills around here.  You and your Ngu would be living on the
street if it wasn't for me making sure you're taken care of."

I stood speechless, unable to respond to his statement.  "Do you
think it's easy?" he asked digging the pack of cigarettes from
his top pocket and lighting one.  "Do you know the sacrifices I
had to give to keep you safe?  Do you?" he asked raising his
voice little louder and blowing a puff of smoke into my face.

I was pinned against the washer as his body pressed against mine.
 "And now you're giving pussy away to anyone who wants it!" he
huffed stooping closer and barring his teeth.  For the first time
in a long time I was actually scared.  He and I were never really
close but he never treated me like this before.  I was more like
an unwanted stepchild to him but now he's treating me like he
hates me.

When he touched my nipple I jumped from surprise.  "Maybe he's
not the only one who wants your pussy," he whispered leaning so
close to me that I could smell his cigarette breath.  I turned
away from him only to feel a sharp pinch on my nipple.  "Look at
me, Anh!" he ordered.  I didn't respond and felt him squeezing it
harder.  My face turned back toward him, but I stared at his
chest.

His finger went under my chin, lifting my face.  I shut my eyes,
too embarrassed by what he was saying to look at him.  That's
when I felt it, his lips touching my lips as he pressed his mouth
to mine.  My eyes flew open, crossing as I tried to see him
clearly.  I needed to make sure it was my uncle doing this
because I would have never believed he would.  Slowly he backed
away with a smile.

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"  I was still in shock and
didn't answer.  "WAS IT?" he asked sternly.  Quickly my head
shook back and forth.  "I didn't think so."

The sound of someone entering the room broke our intense
conversation and he took a step away from me, allowing me to
breathe for the first time since he pinned me against the washer.
 An older woman lugging a large basket of clothes struggled to
lift them on top of the washers while Uncle Dong watched her
amused.

"We'll talk later," he said turning to leave.  The woman watched
him cautiously as he passed her and followed him with her eyes
until he left the room.  She could see that I was visibly shaken
and came over.

"Are you okay, girl?" she asked touching my arm.  I nodded.  "He
didn't hurt you, did he?"  I shook my head.  "Do you know him?" 
I nodded again before turning to finish unloading the clothes to
dry them.  She watched me for about a minute before turning to do
her own laundry.

I had just started the second dryer when someone grabbed my waist
from behind, causing me to jump.  I was almost too afraid to turn
around to see who it was, but needed to find out.  I was relieved
to see it was Si.

"You scared me!" I blurted out glancing toward the woman to see
if she was watching.  She was.

"Let's go upstairs," he said giving me a quick kiss.  "I want to
fuck again."

"I can't.  I have to watch our clothes."

"No one will disturb them."

"Si, I can't.  My aunt will kill me if anything happens to the
clothes!"

He turned away, looking at the old woman sitting nearby.  "Ask
her if she'll watch them."

"Si, I can't do that!  I don't even know her."

"I'll do it," he said walking away.  I called out to him but he
kept walking.  "Excuse me, Misses, could you watch our clothes
for a little while," he said, smiling at her.  "We need to go,
uh, to the store for something.  We'll be right back."

She looked at me before turning to me and agreed.  He thanked her
before rushing over to take me by the hand.  "Hurry, we don't
have a lot of time."

He was walking much faster than I and was literally dragging me
behind him heading toward the stairs.  That's when I saw him and
suddenly stopped, pulling my hand free of his.  Si took two more
steps before stopping, turning toward me.

"What's wrong?" he asked noticing my stare beyond him.  I
couldn't respond and kept my gaze fixed just outside the front
entrance.  Slowly he turned to see the older man sitting on the
planter smoking a cigarette.  "What's wrong?" he repeated.

"That's my uncle," I whispered.  "I don't want him to see me."

"He won't.  He's looking the other way.  Come on, we don't have a
lot of time."

"Si, I can't.  What if he looks this way?" I asked moving closer
to the stairs.  Walking over he grabbed my hand.

"Come on, Anh, we'll hurry.  He won't see, okay," he said pulling
on my hand.  Cautiously I walked behind him, trying to use Si to
block his view in case he looked our way.  At the base of the
stairs, Si went ahead and Uncle Dong turned just at the wrong
time, noticing me holding hands with Si and going up the stairs.
It felt like my heart stopped for a moment and I froze, nearly
being pulled down onto the steps.  He leered at me before
flicking his cigarette into the flowers.

"He saw me!" I shouted in a hushed whisper.

"Maybe he didn't.  Don't worry about it, hurry, Anh, we don't
have a lot of time!"

We raced up four flights of stairs, panting as we made it to his
apartment.  He didn't have his key and banged on the door until
Thao opened it.  "It's about time!" he said rushing in, pulling
me behind him.  We were inside his bedroom within seconds with
him pawing at me, stripping my clothes off before doing the same.
 Both naked, we jumped on his bed, our bodies embraced.

There was no foreplay, we didn't have time.  It was straight sex,
him on top thrusting in and out of me as if sprinting in a
racing.  Scarcely eight minutes passed when his thrusts became
irregular and he began grunting into my ear.  I felt his cock
swelling as it pumped his slime into me.  Remaining on top of me,
he kissed my forehead, the lowest place he could reach without
bending his body before rolling over.

"That was great, Anh," he panted turning onto his side to look at
me.  I couldn't get into it. I was too worried about my uncle and
what he might say or do about what he knows.  It also bothered me
what he did in the laundry room, especially the comment about me
"owing" him.  The look on his face when he saw me at the base of
the stairs holding Si's hands was unforgettable.

"Well, can you?" Si asked breaking my deep thoughts.

"Huh?  What did you say?"

"Can you come over tonight?"

"I don't know, Si.  I'm not supposed to go out whenever my mom's
not home."

"Maybe you can sneak out."

"How?  Everyone stays in the living room until they go to bed and
even then both of my uncles sleep on the couches.  I can't just
walk past them and I live on the second floor so I can't sneak
out the window!"

"Just ask. Maybe they'll let you come over to see Thao.  Maybe
she can go over to get you and they'll see her and say its okay,"
he suggested eagerly.

"I don't know.  Maybe."

"Just in case you can't," He said moving closer to kiss me. 
"Let's fuck again so it will keep me until tomorrow."

"AGAIN?!  Si, we can't keep doing it ALL_THE_TIME!"

"Why not?  You're my girlfriend and you're supposed to make me
happy, right?"  I wasn't sure how to answer and slowly parted my
legs as he shifted his body to get back on top of me.  Ten
minutes later his cock was once again jerking inside of me,
filling me with more of his come.  How can someone be so horny? 
We just did it three times earlier that day, four if you count
the blow job, so why did he want to do it again so soon?

We lay together for a while, my head on his chest hearing his
heart pounding under my ear.  His hand rubbed my bare back,
tracing small circles between my shoulder blades and my spine.  I
moaned, feeling special.  That's when I realized how late it was.
 We had been up stairs for almost an hour already!

"SHIT, SI!" I cried out, jumping from his bed trying to find my
clothes.  "I'm late!"

"Don't worry, I'll go with you and explain that you came up to
see my sister and was watching TV and didn't realize how late..."

"NO!  I don't want you anywhere near them!  If they know we're
having sex, I'll be punished for sure.  Just stay up here and let
me worry about it!"

In my haste to dress, I didn't clean up, cringing as the gooey
substance leaked from me, spotting my panties.  Sliding my hand
over my crotch, I scooped a large glob from between my legs and
looked for someplace to wipe it.  Si sat on his bed watching with
amusement.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a snicker.

"I need something to wipe this on!" I frantically mumbled.

"Eat it," he said leaning back against the headboard.

"WHAT?!? Are you crazy?"

"Why not?  You've eaten it lots of times before."

"Yea, but not like this.  I never had to touch it before."

"So, what difference does it make?  Just lick it off of your
fingers," he said smiling.  And you'd better hurry before someone
comes looking for you!"  He was right.  I can't remember how many
times he has come inside my mouth and in the beginning I didn't
like it but now, it doesn't bother me.  I looked at the oily goo.
 It's the same stuff so why am I worried about it.

Taking a deep breath, I brought my hand to my mouth and licked it
off, sliding my tongue between my fingers until there was nothing
left to get.  It tasted differently, sweeter than usual and the
only reason I could think of was some of the juices belong to me
since it came out of me.

"You'd better hurry," he prodded, watching me cleaning the slime
from my hand.  I had almost forgotten about why I was in a hurry
to leave!  Quickly I finished dressing and rushed out of his
room.  "You sure you don't want me to go?" he called out after
me.  I ignored him, dashing outside

Aunt Quy was taking the clothes from the dryer when I rushed in,
panting from the four-flight sprint.  It was the middle of summer
and without air conditioning, the sweat was pouring from me as I
struggled to catch my breath.  The vigorous run caused a lot of
the moisture to leak from me and soaked the crotch of my panties.
 It was sticky and wet and I felt some dripping out from the leg
opening and began a slow trickle down my thighs.  Shit!  I was
hoping to beat her back.

"Aunt Quy," I gasped between breaths.  "I'm sorry...gasp, I
didn't mean to...pant, leave the clothes..."

She looked at me smiling.  SMILING?!  She wasn't mad?  "That's
okay, Anh, Dong told me why you left.  I think you're very mature
for doing it," she said glancing to the corner with a smile.  My
gaze followed hers and I saw my uncle sitting in the corner with
a grin.  Oh god, he's here and he *told* her!  I know he knew why
I left and he just told my aunt!

"You know what I did?" I asked hardly louder than a whisper. 
"And you're not mad at me?"

"Mad?  No, Anh, I'm very proud of you.  We need more girls like
you around here."  I was very confused and looked at my uncle,
noticing he was trying to contain his laughter.  The woman that
had been there when I left was still there looking at an old
newspaper and glancing around at us every few seconds.

"What do you mean?"

"Don't be modest.  I know what you did and I could only hope
someone would do that for me if that happened."  I was
dumbfounded and had no clue what she was talking about.  Uncle
Dong told her something, but obvious not what actually happened.
"Where does she live?"

"Huh?  What do you mean?"

"The lady who lost her wallet.  What apartment did she live in?"
I just stared at her not sure how to respond.  Uncle Dong must
have told her someone lost their wallet and I took it back to
them.

"I, uh, don't remember the number but she lives on the sixth
floor."

"That's why you're so out of breath.  Why don't you go home and
get some water and rest a while.  I'll take care of the clothes."

"Really?!?!"

"Sure.  I think you need to be rewarded for what you did."

A chuckle from the corner turned my attention to my uncle.  I
turned to leave and heard my name called out.  "ANH!  Wait for
me."  It was Uncle Dong and I didn't want to see him right now
but what could I do?

He caught up to me just as we slipped outside the laundry room. 
"You were gone for a long time.  What did you do?"  I ignored him
as I turned to climb the first step.  "NOT SO FAST!" he called
out grabbing my wrist.  "I asked you a question."

"Uncle Dong, you're hurting me," I groaned, trying to break free
from his grasp.

"Answer my question and I'll let you go."

"Nothing!  We did nothing!"

"I don't believe you.  You fucked him, didn't you?"

"UNCLE DONG!  Keep your voice down," I leaned over to whisper. 
He was so loud his voice echoed.  Before either of us could
speak, someone was making the turn on the next floor, heading
downward.  Uncle Dong stepped forward, pinning me against the
wall and waited until the man passed.  His hand then went up my
skirt and touched my saturated crotch.

"What have we here?" he asked scratching at my slit.  I
stiffened, unable to respond.  Without another word, I felt the
leg opening jerk aside and his finger touched my bare skin.

"Uncle Dong, please, someone might see," I croaked, glancing
around.

"DAMN! You're full of come!" he nearly shouted, startling me. 
His finger was fully immersed into the pool of gunk and wiggled
around slightly.  "How many boys fucked you, Anh?"

"Uncle Dong, please, don't talk to me like that!"

"Like what?  A whore?  We both know you're a whore!"  I didn't
respond and looked downward.  "How many boys fucked you this
time?"  I remained silent.  "Probably a whole room full.  What
did you do, line them up and let them each have a turn?"

"There was only one!" I hoarsely shouted.  Pulling his finger out
of me he examined it closely.

"There's too much come for only one boy.  Look at this!" he said
bringing his fingers just inches from my face.  "And most of it
dripped into your underwear!"  Someone else approached and Uncle
Dong moved aside.  I took advantage of his lose grip and dashed
up stairs with him in close pursuit.  He caught me a few feet
from out door.

"DON'T EVER RUN FROM ME AGAIN!" he snarled, bearing his teeth.

"I'm sorry; I just didn't want anyone to hear us."

"Fuck them.  I don't care what they hear.  Now, come with me, you
need to talk about something!" he ordered, pulling me behind him.
 Uncle Duc was sleeping on the couch; Aunt Phuong was in the
kitchen and I didn't know where Aunt Thuy was.  Dragging me
behind him to my room, he threw open my door and noticed Ngu
sitting on the floor with her tea set and dolls.

Closing the door, we turned to go out of the hallway but stopped
at the bathroom and I groaned once the door was opened and locked
behind us.  "Sit!" he commanded, swinging me by the arm toward
the toilet.  Lowering the seat, I sat, staring up at him.

"Your mother will be very proud, won't she?" he said towering
over me.  I couldn't bear looking at him and stared at my fingers
nervously fumbling together.  "How many?" he barked.  I didn't
move and he repeated the question only much louder.

I knew what he was asking and didn't really consider what I did
with Tu having sex.  Si yes, so I mumbled, "one."

"You're lying!" He shouted grabbing my arms and lifting me to
bring me eye level.  "Tell me the truth and you won't get in
trouble.  Lie to me again and I'll beat your ass and then tell
your mother you're whoring around with every boy in town!"

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" I shouted shocked that he'd even say such a
thing.  I was angry, but seeing the look on his face quickly
changed that to fear.  The look was unlike any I had seen before
and my skin broke out in goose bumps seeing it.

"This will be your last chance, Anh, tell me RIGHT NOW and you
won't get in trouble."  Staring into his cold, angry eyes I knew
I had better tell him about Tu.

"Two," I murmured hoping the truth would satisfy his demands.

"Don't lie to me, Anh!  I know there's more.  A lot more!"

"I promise, Uncle Dong, I've only done `it' with two."  He
dropped me back on the toilet with a thud and unbuckled his
pants.  My eyes were fixated on his act as I just knew he was
going to make me have sex with him.  Jerking me to my feet, he
turned me to the side and swung the belt hard, striking my butt
with a smack.

I yelped, quickly turning in a semi-circle to get away from him
but he held my arm too tightly.  I hadn't been spanked in years
and never had I been hit that hard.  My butt felt as if a swarm
of bees had just stung me all at the same time.  Grabbing my
neck, he pushed me on top of the seat and raised his hand to
spank me again.

"STOP!" I cried out, trying to put my free hand behind me to
cover my butt.

"Tell the truth, Anh and I'll stop."

"I did tell the truth!"  I heard the swooshing sound seconds
before I felt the impact.  I grunted, lunging forward, striking
the top of my head on the toilet tank.  "Please stop spanking
me!"

"I will but you've got to tell me how many boys you've fucked,
and I want the truth!"

Even though I was truthful, I knew he wanted to hear something
different.  I thought maybe if I told him one more, he'd stop
spanking me.  "Three?" I said more like a question, hoping it
would be okay.  I wasn't prepared for it and heard the `swoosh'
at the exact same time I felt the blow.

I cried out again, twisting around to get free from his grasp. 
He pulled my hair, jerking my head back.  "Keep still or it will
be worse on you, whore!"  I wasn't sure what hurt more, getting
whipped or being called a whore.  I was sobbing, unable to see
through teary eyes and snot ran from my nose.  "Are you ready to
tell the truth?"

I could hardly speak from choking back the tears.  I quickly
nodded my head, feeling his hand tugging at my clinched hair. 
"Four," I croaked, steeling myself in case it was the wrong
number.  Nothing happened for a few seconds and then *whap*, the
hurting smack shook my body like a seizure.  I whimpered and felt
my elbows buckle, nearly bringing me to my knees.

"Please, Uncle Dong, don't hit me any more, please.  I told you
the truth!"  My butt was hurting so much that I could hardly feel
anything but the throbbing pain.  "Tell me how many you want me
to tell you!"

"I want you to tell me the truth."  I knew better than to argue
that I had already and waited to see what number I should say.  I
must have waited too long because he soon brought the belt down
on my tender butt once again.  I couldn't help but scream out. 
"You want me to stop?" he finally asked.

"YES!" I cried out, my unsteady legs hardly able to support me.

"Okay, I will but first you will get twenty more lashes."

"TWENTY!?"  I knew I couldn't survive that many more.  I won't be
able to sit down for a week as it is.

"If you tell me the truth, you will get fewer," he demanded. 
Even though I knew the truth, he wasn't satisfied with it.  "For
every boy you confess to fucking, I will give you one less
lashing."

That caught me off guard but didn't require a lot of thought.  If
I don't want any more spankings, then I tell him it was twenty. 
I'd know it wasn't true and it would save me from the intense
pain of his belt.  Glancing over my shoulder I saw his right hand
was above his head, poised to strike me again.

"Twenty," I squeaked out, shutting my eyes, bracing for the
pending impact.  Holding my breath and clenching my teeth, I
began to shake as the suspense of not knowing what will happen
was getting to me.

"You little whore!" he finally spoke but didn't hit me.  "You've
fucked twenty boys already?  What a little whore you are!"

Even though I knew it wasn't true, his words still made me feel
bad.  Releasing his hold, he turned me to face him, sneering at
me with a contemptuous expression.  I was a mess as I got to see
once he turned me to face the mirror.  Red, watery eyes and mucus
smeared on my face from crying.  My hair was chaotic and my butt
was still throbbing in pain.

"Look at yourself, Anh!" he said pushing me against the sink. 
"Look into the face of a whore!" he added turning on the water in
the sink.  The next thing I knew, he was shoving my face into the
basin, splashing water all over me.  "You're a mess, girl and
need to clean up."  I was coughing and choking from the water
going up my nose and in my mouth as I tried to breathe.  For a
moment I thought that he was trying to drown me but finally he
pulled me up and rubbed a towel over my face before turning me
toward him.

"You suck their cocks too, don't you?"  I was still recovering
from a coughing spell and could hardly answer.  "DON'T YOU!" he
repeated firmly.  I nodded.  I wasn't in any shape to argue with
him about anything.  "Show me," he said unzipping his pants.  My
eyes widened.  He can't be serious!

I couldn't help but stare at it as his pants and underwear were
pulled down.  It was long and hard with the head slick with
moisture.  It twitched, releasing a drop of clear fluid from the
hole on the end.  I gulped hard.  His cock wasn't as thick as
Tu's cock but it was longer.  Reaching for my hand, he placed it
over the middle of his cock.

"Show me," he repeated.

I couldn't look at his face.  I didn't want to see the coldness
in his eyes.  Swallowing hard, I leaned forward, putting my mouth
around his very hard cock.  He grunted as I closed my lips around
it and sucked.  He remained quiet for the first two minutes I had
his cock in my mouth.  Suddenly he jerked it away, sending
spittle down my chin.

"Do you suck all your boyfriends like that?" he asked.  I was
still looking at the twitching pole, noticing the large veins
bulging along the sides.  "Answer me!"  I nodded slowly.  "You're
a very bad cock sucker, Anh.  You need to do better."  Not sure
what he was talking about I turned my glance upward.  Not once
had Si complained about it and he always came when I did it.

"Do it again, but do it better this time," he instructed, pulling
my head closer.  Sliding my lips back over it, I sucked a little
harder and moved my mouth back and forth over the head.  His hand
was still behind my head and began pushing and pulling it,
forcing more of his cock into my mouth.

"Use your tongue, Anh," he said continuing to shift my head to
and fro.  "Suck harder, use your hands too, don't just stand
there like a stick, work for it!"  He was barking out more orders
and I desperately tried keeping up with them.  Then he started
pushing it too far into my mouth.

"Deep throat me, Anh," he said getting his second hand behind my
head.  I'd never heard of that before and didn't know what he was
talking about but very quickly figure it out as the tip of his
cock was being forced into the opening of my throat.  I struggled
to back away, but his grip was too hard.

"You must learn to do this, Anh.  Every whore can do it."  I was
now gagging, feeling the bile rising in my throat and struggling
to breathe.  My hands were on his thighs pushing as hard as I
could to get away, but his hold was too strong.  I became
desperate when I couldn't breathe and my lungs craved for air. 
Finally, after what seemed like an hour, he relaxed his hold and
the head slipped from my burning throat, allowing fresh air into
my nose.

I went on a coughing spell, pulling away far enough to dislodge
his cock and fought back the urge to vomit.  Several dry heaves
later, he handed me a glass of water.  "You did okay for your
first try, but you must do better.  Soon you'll be able to put my
entire cock into your mouth without any trouble."  Through blurry
eyes, I looked at the long, hard cock dangling a foot away from
me.  There would be no way I could "put" that big thing all the
way inside my mouth.

"Come on, let's do it again.  I want you to try harder this
time."

"Uncle Dong, I can't.  It's too big."

"Yes you can, Anh.  It's always difficult the first time, but
after you get used to doing it, you won't have any trouble." 
That kind of reminded me of what Si told me about sex.  He could
see my apprehension and lifted me onto the sink, standing right
in front of me.

"Anh, you can do this, I know you can.  I will teach you to do it
just like I taught Thuy, Quy and Phuong.  They had difficulty at
first, but now they can do it without any problems.  Just as you
will."  I remember being surprised when he told me that.  He
actually *taught* my aunts how to do that?

"Come on, let's do it again and your mother won't have to know
anything about it, okay?" he said nudging me from the counter
top.

"Now relax your throat, Anh.  Think of it like swallowing food,"
he said reaching for a cup and filling it with water.  "Drink
this," he said handing it to me.  Cautiously I brought it to my
mouth not sure what he was up to and took my first drink.

"You feel that?  Feel how your throat opens up when you swallow?
That's what you need to do with my cock, Anh.  Let your throat
open up and don't fight it.  I'll let you breathe when you need
to, but only if you do it correctly.  Drink some more and get
used to the muscles in your throat.  You just need to control
your gagging and you'll do fine.  Now let's try again," he said
stroking his cock a few times.

Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward, pushing my lips over the
spongy head.  I could feel his eyes on me, watching as I moved my
face back and forth, lightly grazing the back of my throat with
each forward motion.  I wanted to build up to it, not rush it and
do it on my own, but I wasn't going fast enough for him. When I
felt his hands behind my head I knew what was coming next.

The first lunge I gagged, trying to expel the bulbous end but he
held me firmly, the pressure constant and hard.  My hands frayed
about, trying to get his attention to let me go so that I could
breathe as the end went further into my throat.  Panic set in as
the blunt object obstructed my ability to breathe and stretched
my throat wider than I thought possible.  It had gone in further
than the last time and my nose was almost touching his dark hairs
sticking out.

Relaxing his hold, his cock sprang from my throat, burning on the
way out.  I moved aside, bending at the waist coughing and
choking, gasping for air.  Twice I fought to keep my stomach
contents down and spent at least five minutes trying to compose
myself.  Uncle Dong watched me, slowly stroking his cock until I
had settled down.

"You're getting better," he said stepping closer.  "Do it again."

"Again?" I asked begging, my throat so sore that I could hardly
speak.

"Yes, again.  You're going to keep doing it until you get it
right.  I don't care how many times it takes.  The faster you
learn, the faster this will be over with and the easier it will
be later.  Now do it again," he said waving his cock in front of
me.

Swallowing hard, I stared at it for a while until he pulled my
face closer.  "Open your mouth," he warned as the wet tip brushed
against my lips.  I did as I was told and felt his hardness
filling my mouth, sliding in to the back of my throat.  I braced
myself just as he pulled on my head, forcing his stiffness into
the opening of my throat.  I only gagged once as it made the turn
and slid in a little further.

My eyes were tightly closed as he pulled harder on my head,
thrusting slightly with his hips, forcing even more in.  The
tickling of my nose caught my attention and I opened my eyes,
crossing them to see the black forest of hair right against my
face.  He grunted so loudly it startled me just before I felt his
cock swelling inside my throat.  It jerked hard, but had no room
to move and I felt it quickly swelling and jerking again.

Slowly the spasms reduced until I felt the firmness slowly
diminish.  I had been so preoccupied by him coming down my throat
that I didn't notice my nose was pushed against his skin and his
ball sack was against my chin.  I had put his entire cock into my
mouth and throat!  He relaxed his hold and it slowly slithered
from my aching throat, depositing the last drop of come onto my
tongue as it slipped from my mouth.

I coughed, trying to dislodge the clotty glue clinging to my
throat.  He had come so far in my wind pipe that I couldn't
swallow it or get it to come up and it was stopping me from
taking a deep breath.  Handing me a glass of water, he watched as
I gulped it down, clearing the blockage as I panted like a dog to
breathe.  His pants were back on and he was looping his belt by
the time I was finally able to calm down.

"You did okay, Anh.  Next time I want you to do that on your own,
without me helping you.  Get cleaned up and help with dinner," he
said leaving the bathroom.  I stared at the shut door for over a
minute, waiting for what he just said to sink in.  There were two
big problems with what he just said.  First was *next time*
meaning that he intending to do that again and the fact that he
wanted me to do it on my own would be impossible.

I was quiet throughout dinner and couldn't eat.  My throat was
raw and it hurt to even drink water.  Aunt Phuong noticed and
asked me about it.  I croaked something about having a stomach
ache and cringed as she decided to make one of her home remedies.
 It was disgusting and I wanted to throw up afterward, but I
managed to keep it down.  Uncle Dong kept staring at me with a
crooked smile.

When I started clearing the table Aunt Thuy stopped me.  "Anh, if
you're not feeling well, why don't you go lay down, we'll take
care of these.

"She's fine, aren't you, Anh?" Uncle Dong said twirling his
toothpick around in his mouth.  "Let her go play with her friend,
she has a new game to play, don't you Anh," he said winking at
me.

"A new game?" Aunt Phuong asked picking up my plate.

"What new game?" Ngu asked perking up over the possibility of
having something to do later.

"It's a secret game," Uncle Dong told her swiping his finger over
the tip of her nose.  "And you can't play it, at least not now,"
he said winking at me.

"Dong, what are you talking about?" Aunt Thuy asked leaning onto
the table.

"Stop worrying, it's nothing.  I was just teasing her to get a
reaction."

Thuy said something in Cambodian and he laughed.

"Come give your uncle a hug," he said winking at me.  Slowly I
approached, leaning over to put my arms around his neck.  "I'm
going to inspect you when you get home, don't disappoint me," he
whispered, giving me a peck on the cheek.  I knew what he meant.

"Can I go too?" Ngu cried out tugging on my dress.  I looked down
at her and then at Uncle Dong unsure what to tell her.

"Yes, go with your older sister," he said smiling.  Make sure she
stays out of trouble," he added with a soft laugh before swatting
my butt.  I was still very sore back there and even though he
didn't hit me hard, it still stung.

We rushed from the apartment, literally running the two flights
of stairs to the forth floor.  I wasn't sure if I was running to
Si or running away from my uncle.  It didn't really matter
because we were out of there and standing in front of Si's door.
I knocked, smiling as Thao answered.

"Is Si home?" I asked stepping inside feeling Ngu just a step
behind.

"Can I watch TV?" she blurted out even before my friend could
answer.

"Yes, Si is home and yes, you may watch TV," she replied closing
the door.  Ngu ran to the couch, changing the channel to
something other than what was on while I went in search for my
boyfriend.

"Where is he?" I asked after discovering that he wasn't in his
room.

"Kitchen," she said not taking her eyes from the screen.

Smiling I headed that way.  Uncle Dong made me feel bad and I
knew Si would change all of that.  He always made me feel better.
 He was at the sink washing his dinner dishes when I entered.

"Hi Si," I said approaching.

"Hi Anh," he replied with a big smile, extending his hands for a
hug.  His arms felt so warm and comforting that I didn't want to
release him.  "Come, let's go to my room," he said taking my hand
and rushing out.

Even though I knew what he wanted and knew that I would do
whatever he wanted, it still made me feel better than I did when
I walked in. He kissed me passionately once the door was closed
and I felt his hands on my chest.  His hands went to my back,
pulling me closer to him and slowly wandered lower, touching my
butt.  I cringed, backing away.

"What's wrong?" he asked looking confused.  "I thought you liked
it."

"I do, but, uh, don't touch my butt, please.  At least not right
now."

"Why not?"

"It's sore."

"Why?"  I knew that I couldn't tell him the real reason so I told
him I slipped in the bathroom and landed on my butt and it's
still sore.  "Let me see," he insisted, turning me around. 
Craning my neck to see, I noticed it was still bright red and was
brighter in some places and had distinct, one-inch lines from his
belt.

"See, I told you it was hurting me."

"You fell and did this?" he asked confused how a simple fall
could result in such a pattern.

"Let's not talk about this.  I'm here to see my boyfriend and
*not* talk about my butt.  Come on, let's get naked," I said
pulling my dress over my head.  I still didn't need a bra and he
smiled as my panties came into view.  They came off next and I
stood naked in front of him waiting for him to undress.  "What's
wrong?"

"Nothing.  I just like looking at your body.  You're very sexy."
At the time it made me feel good, grown up and desired so I
remember smiling when he said that.  Now I wonder what a
seventeen-year-old guy would see in an eleven-year-old girl that
would make him think *sexy*.

"Hurry," I said walking to his bed and flopping down on it,
landing on my stomach to protect my tender butt.  I knew sex
would make it hurt, but it was something I needed to do.  That's
how I felt that night.  I wasn't not sure if it was to make me
feel worthy, to make my boyfriend *love* me more of if it was to
keep my uncle from spanking me again.  Whatever it was, I felt
more compelled to have sex that night then any other time.

He moved closer, losing articles of clothing as he approached
until he was just as naked as I was before laying beside me.  I
turned onto my side and we kissed for several long minutes before
I reached for his erection.  At the time I thought it was big,
even though Tu and Uncle Dong's were both much bigger, but in my
small hand, it looked very big.  If I had to guess his size, I
would say it was maybe five or six inches long and about as big
around as a new tube of toothpaste.  Not really big, but for me
back then, big enough.

Rolling me onto my back, he moved between my legs and slipped it
inside of me.  I remember sighing as it seemed to feel me
completely.  My mind wasn't on having sex with my boyfriend.  It
was on what my Uncle will say when he *inspects* me.  I loosely
held his sides as he repeatedly thrust back and forth, not
concerned if he was hurting me or if I was even enjoying it.

After several minutes, he grunted, jabbing it deep into me one
last time as it began twitching, filling me with his come. 
Slowly he moved back and forth, depositing the last few drops
into me.  We sighed at the same time but for different reasons. 
A while passed before he rolled over, bending his neck to suck on
my nipple.  I had to remind him not to suck so hard but didn't
get reaction.

"Suck me, Anh," he instructed, rolling onto his back. He didn't
use oil that time, not that he really needed it as I was still
wet from before, but it was still shiny and slick.  Within
minutes of having it inside my mouth it started to grow, getting
thicker and longer.  Soon it filled my mouth, but I didn't back
away.  The tip touched the opening of my throat and I pushed
further, holding my breath as my nose bent against his public
hair.

"Oh Shit, Anh, I didn't know you could do that!" he grunted
putting his hand behind my head.  It was still too soon as my
throat was still raw, but I let him push my head.  His size was
perfect for practicing as it hardly entered my throat.  Up and
down I bobbed my head, taking his cock to back of my mouth over
and over.

"That feels great!" he moaned, doubling his efforts and even
helped by thrusting his hips.  "I'm going to come!" he grumbled,
adding his second hand to the back of my head.

I don't know why, but I knew Uncle Dong wouldn't know that I
swallowed his come and in some twisted logic, I knew I had to
make him come inside my pussy or my uncle might use his belt on
me.  Pulling away, I moved up along his body.

"NO! Don't stop!" he groaned trying to keep my mouth over his
cock.

"I want you to come inside of me," I said holding his cock
straight up by the bottom and lowering myself onto it.  I had
never been on top and this position surprised him just as much as
it surprised me.  His cock was barely inside when it pulsed,
sending the first shot of his milky slime into me.  Sitting down
as far as I could, it twitched and throbbed until there was no
more to give.

Remaining on top, I laid on him, putting my cheek against his
rapidly rising and falling chest, smiling as his soft cock
slipped out of me.  I felt a gush of liquid escaping along with
it and slightly panicked.  What if it all drains out?  Rolling
onto my back, I pulled my knees against my chest, squeezing my
pussy as hard as I could.

"What's wrong?" he asked rolling onto his side and propping his
head with his hand.

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you laying like that?"

"I just like the feel of your come inside of me and don't want it
to get out."  His brow furrowed as his eyes slowly roamed up and
down my body.  I wasn't sure how he would react to what I said,
but it didn't seem too bad.

"You *LIKE* the feel of come inside your pussy?" he asked not
sure he heard my correctly.  Even though it wasn't entirely true,
I still nodded my head to keep him quiet.  The truth was if Uncle
Dong hadn't informed me that he was going to *inspect* me once I
got home then I probably would have swallowed it like I usually
do.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"What? Keeping my knees up?"  I hadn't really thought of it, but
it seemed like the right thing to do to keep it from leaking out.

"No, the other thing.  How you put my entire cock inside your
mouth.  And the way you sucked it was incredible.  You never did
that before."

"Did you like it?"

"I *loved* it.  When did you learn to do that?"

"I don't know, I just wanted to try it to see if I could and if
you'd like it or not."

"You can and I loved it, okay, so don't stop doing it!"  In some
twisted way that made me feel better and I smiled at him.  "I
need to rest a little but later we can do it again," he informed
me matter of factly.

After the appropriate amount of time passed, he was hard again
and kissing on my neck.  It had been at least thirty minutes
since the last time he came and about fifteen minutes since I put
my legs down.  I was pretty sure no more would leak out and I was
getting a cramp form laying like that.

"Suck me again and I'll make sure to come inside your pussy when
I'm ready, okay?"  I nodded, sitting up and reaching for his
cock.  I needed to make a good show for Uncle Dong.

Forty-five minutes later Ngu and I were standing outside our
apartment listening to the loud conversation filling the hallway
and I was steeling myself for the unexpected.  I could feel the
thick wetness saturating my crotch as the two-flight decent
seemed to shake out more come than I could hold in.  My pussy was
cramping from me squeezing it so much, but I couldn't let too
much get out as I didn't know what my uncle would do if I came
back "empty".

~~~

end of chapter 2

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