Mary Anetta: My Life With Uncle And Aunty – Part 1: I Get Adopted

I woke up even before the alarm rang. This is going to be the best day of my life. From today I will be living at my uncle and aunt’s home in the city. I was excited, staying at my home means, I will have to join the convent as my parents are poor and there was no other means. I always despised the life of a nun, so colourless. John uncle and deepti aunty, even though a distant relation, agreed to take care of me. I will double up as a house help and a babysitter for them.

Whatever it was, I agreed, I only wanted to escape from the convent life. Uncle and aunty were very good people, soft spoken, they even told me, I could pursue my studies too if I want. I will also be paid a good amount of money for my job there as their maid. I was happy. The time was still 4.30am, I switched off the alarm. Standing in front of the mirror, I smiled at myself. I opened the huge bun of hair lazily. The thick bunch of my hair fell down, open loose and almost reaching my mid thighs.

Today being a special day, I had decided to oil and shampoo my long hair, and have a nice bath. That was the only reason for me to get up this early in the morning. Still in front of the mirror, I was touching myself, inspecting my body, it’s curves, the ups and downs, my long hair and all. I was worried if john uncle and deepti aunty be embarrassed that I don’t have the looks for a city girl.

I pulled on the strings of my skirt, loosening it, and it fell on the ground. Unbuttoned the blouse, revealing my small but firm and round breasts.

I removed all clothes from my body, and looked myself in the mirror.. I was satisfied with my body, only worries being my small breasts, or is it so small? I wondered. The only other breast I saw was my friend, divya’s, it was really huge, she told me it was due to the daily sucking by her boyfriend, that it grew. Both my breast were in my hands, caressing them softly till the nipples. Making a duck face at the mirror I let them go. Well I have good long hair, that’s very rare, I thought.

I had the same volume of hair till the ends, soo thick. I parted them and took it to the front, placing them over my shoulders, covering by breasts fully, felt good. That’s when I saw my hairy pussy, I haven’t shaved it in a while, last time was a couple of years ago. I didn’t find any good reason to shave there, but still I will be doing it today, brushing on my pussy hair with my fingers, a chill went through my body when my finger tip softly grazed the clitorial hood.

I took the parachute hair oil bottle, took a good amount of oil on one hand and with finger tips started applying oil on the scalp thoroughly. Now that my head was wet in oil, I started applying more on the hair, caressing the thick long tresses with oily hands and combing with fingers. I would be emptying this bottle today, as I won’t be taking the half bottle with me. The oil was already dripping from my hair by the time I finished the bottle.

I started combing my oiled sleek hair, only to find more and more oil dripping on floor. I turned around in front of the mirror, checking myself out. All my body was now covered in oil, and was now shining in the small light. My long hair almost reached my knees now, and was very beautiful in straight cut at the ends.

Enough of mirror time, I thought and made my long hair into a tight bun. I tip toed to the bathroom with the new dresses to wear and a towel. I washed my long hair first, and then my body. I was naughty smiling while shaving my pubic area, which looked like some 12 yr old’s when done.

I wore a good half saree, that uncle and aunty bought for the journey. Dried my long hair, and made into a loose braid, with just 4 or 5 loops, starting from my mid back, and the rest of the hair was left loose after the flat clip.

John uncle and deepti aunty arrived on time to pick me up, I said goodbye to my family. We were to be travelling in a taxi, an 8 hr long drive. Three of us were sitting in the back with me in the middle.

We talked about many things on the way. Soon all were tired and dozed off. The feeling of a hand on my thighs woke me up, john uncle was still sleeping as was aunty, I checked. Yes they were. I didn’t knew what to do, if I asked him to remove his hands, he may feel really bad about it. I am just like a daughter to him, he may not meant any bad doing so.

Time passed by, his hands are still on my thighs, well actually over my hair. I had put my long hair on the front, which was lying on my thighs. All woke up when the taxi driver asked if we could have lunch from the nearby veg restaurant. All of us had lunch. Uncle and aunty were at the washing area talking when I joined them to wash mine. I was washing my hands when I heard uncle say ‘you have beautiful long hair’

I turned around smiling, my face red and too shy to look up. ‘deepti, see how healthy and long her hair is’ telling aunt he started examining it. ‘why don’t you leave it open, it’s more beautiful’ saying this uncle removed the clips and let go of my hair. ‘yes, it is very beautiful john’ deepti aunty added and she unbraided my long hair. ‘you are free to be yourself when with us’ she added.

We walked to the taxi, my open long hair now shining in the sun, and I saw each and every eyes in the hotel glued to my knee length hair. Even our driver took extra time opening the door just to check out my long hair.

The rest of the journey was uneventful, reached their home, not so big, but definitely bigger than my home. It was almost 10pm when we reached there, aunty showed me my room, and told me to make myself like at home, and close the doof if I like. I thought it would be disrespectful if I am locking the door. After having dinner all of us went to sleep,telling goodnights.

I woke up in the morning, thinking I am still at my home, and felt a little sad realising not so. I got up, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, pissed and pooped, well happily. I usually braid my hair tightly before sleep, but today I didn’t understand why it was half open and more over and hairs were all stuck together at many places, like with some kind of gum. I searched the bed for anything, without success.

I decided then,it could be the rice I had for dinner, could have stuck in the hair. I had to wash it off, which came off easily, was a little slimy when wet. After the shower I made my wet long hair into a huge bun together with the towel, to dry off and went to the kitchen.

‘good morning sweetheart’ aunty greeted me smiling ‘how are you’ before I could answer she asked me again if I wash my hair daily. I told her about the sticky rice thing in my hair. ‘good morning anetta’ ‘how are you’ it was uncle, I told him that I ’m fine and happy that I am here. He smiled back at me, I saw him looking at my hair. Maybe he too was wondering why I washed my hair, I thought.

Aunty told john uncle about the sticky thing in my hair, and she told him, she hope it doesn’t happen again. I didn’t understand why she said that. Both me and aunty was working in the kitchen, and uncle was too in there having his coffee and talking to us.

Suddenly I felt someone pulling me back on my towel, ‘see how beautiful it is, I don’t know why you always keep it hidden’ it was john uncle, and he had already opened my towel, opening my wet long hair, as it reached my knees, water still dripping from the ends. All these continued most of the days, I understood that johny uncle likes my long hair very much and will not lose any opportunity to touch it. But all those times aunty was also present, so I could not complain or I was also confused if he meant only good, until that afternoon.

Johny uncle came home early, said he was not feeling well and was having cramps in the stomach. I asked him should I do anything. ‘o yes anne’ (he calls me anne now). ‘if you could make a hot water bag for me it would be great’ and he went inside. I locked the door and went to the kitchen, made his hot water bag.

Johny uncle was lying on the bed, only in his dhotis. I knocked, ‘oh anne !, thank you sweetheart’ ‘come inside, sit here’ signalling to come and sit on the bed near him. ‘can you please massage my stomach too, I ’m in such a pain, it’s something I ate yesterday I hope’ he told me. I sat near him and asked where the pain is.

He took my hand and with other he loosened his dhoti down and placed my hand on his stomach. The dhoti was so low that I could clearly see his pubic hair and the outline of his semi erect penis.

I tried to act normal, massaging his abdomen while he started playing with my hair. I had made my long hair into a loose bun and was hanging in the front just about to come off and with his help, in no time, my long hair was open. My heart beat increased when I saw his penis now fully erect, making a tent on dhoti.

He took my thick long hair in his hands and was now smelling it deeply. ‘you are very beautiful anne, and you know that I love your long hair very much’ he told me playing with my hair and while his other hand guided me to his fully erect penis.

Soon after I touched it, I stood up and turned away from him, I was frightened, shy, angry, sad and didn’t knew how to react. Johnny uncle too stood up with me, he was now completely naked, hugged me from back, I could feel his huge hard penis throbbing on my ass.

He was kissing on the sides of my neck, while his hands caressed my breasts and other my pussy over the clothes. No one has touched me like this before, it felt ecstatic, at the same time felt bad when I thought about deepti aunty. My hair was all open, and now in between me and uncle, I was sure he is enjoying my thick long hair on his naked body. I was now very wet down under due to uncle’s caress, and he increased the pressure when too knew that, my panty as well as pajama was soaked.

He pulled on the pajama string, loosening it, and it fell on the floor. I wanted to stop him, and turned around, pushed him away. ‘ I don’t want to do it, please.This is wrong.’ I told him praying with my both hands, I was shy and couldn’t look at his face.

Since I looked down, what I saw was his huge penis, dark brown and reddish at the ends, couple of veins too on the surface. ‘just for once, please, I am begging you, just this one time only, let me love you’ telling this johny uncle hugged me again, kissed on my lips, his hands behind my head, and other hand on my round bottom, pressing me onto him.

I felt his hard penis now pressed on my crotch. I felt myself becoming weak, with my hands I was still pushing him away softly, while at the same time, I was responding to his kiss on my lips.

He turned me around again, I caught on the rods of the window, I was relaxed now, looking outside through the window, the trees, and sound of birds.

I was still facing away from him, he removed my top and my brassiere. I was still standing, just in my panties and I could now feel him caressing my long hair from top to bottom. Still holding to the window, I pressed myself to my arms trying to cover my breasts. He was now on his knees, kissing the ends of my hair, smelling it deeply.

He took my hair in his hands and stood up, tied my hair to a bun, and hugged me again from the back, this time cupping my both breasts with his hands, my eyes were now closed, I felt his breath on my neck and turned my head just to meet his lips and we kissed, this time I was more eager to do so.

Breaking the kiss, I turned around and hugged him, and hid my face in his chest. He lifted my chin and kissed my forehead, nose and then the lips, ‘anne, I love you more than anything, you are the most beautiful women I have ever met’ he said to me to which I smiled lightly.

He then pushed me to the bed and pulled my panties down removing it. Both of us were now fully naked. It felt good, felt like I finally got my freedom. I was lying on the bed with him literally on top of me.

I was watching his athletic body, his hard penis, his arms as he moved around kissing my body, yes he is hot, I felt more aroused, and I felt a tingling sensation on the insides of my vagina. A chill went through me when he kissed my breasts, both of them, I was enjoying his wet lips and tongue circling my nipple, softly sucking them. The tingling in my vagina was increasing; I wanted him to do something about it very fast, his penis was touching my labia every now and then, just grazing me as he moved. I tried to lift myself to prolong his touches.

Opening my legs wide apart, he knelt in between, softly touched the insides of my labia opening it with his fingers. My whole body shuddered and I arched my back when he touched my clitoris letting out a loud moan, still caressing my clit he kissed my lips to muffle my loud moans.

He went down again, but this time kissed me on my opening, licking all over, sucking on my clits, I felt like I was flying, he continued till I was on the verge of my first orgasm, asked me if I am ready for more. I was literally crying telling him to continue, but he had other plans. Kneeling between my legs, he pulled me closer to his hard penis, held it in his hands and gently rubbed on my vaginal entrance, slightly pushing it in and pulling out.

With each push I could feel him entering inside me more and more. He continued it until he was deep enough and I also felt his hard penis hitting me. John then leaned over me and asked me if I am ready for more, I didn’t have any idea what he was asking, and told him not to stop.

He took my long hair in his hands and continued fucking me until he made a strong push, I felt myself stretched and torn apart by his thick penis and the pain, I cried loud. ‘ok ok ok now relax.. It’s over.. You are woman now.. ‘ he told me, still inside and moving slowly, kissing my lips.

I felt the pain disappearing and I was longing to get fucked by him harder and harder. He was hitting me deep inside and I was now shivering with happiness, my back was bent and I was having my orgasms again, I felt him shudder and he left out a loud moan and swiftly pulled his penis out. He sprayed his semen on my flat tummy till my face and lay beside me tired.

I didn’t know what to do, with my fingers I wiped off his semen from my eyebrows and face. I could still feel my pussy open and pulsating and leaking from inside. John uncle was lying beside me, his face immersed in my thick long hair.

He turned around and smiled at me, pulled me closer, hugging me. I was happy.

We lay there till he woke me up and asked me to dress up. I felt my body sore and pain all over. I put on my clothes and started to make my hair into a bun. Johny uncle stopped me and told me to let it be open, it’s more beautiful that way.

He hugged me and kissed me once again. He told me to call him john from now on. I was leaving the room when he called me again ‘anne’ ‘don’t close your room tonight’ and smiled again.

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