(If you have any reservation about incest or forced non-consensual sex, please avoid going through this story)
I was travelling from Chennai to Mysuru. It was pleasant autumn, just after Dewali. I have to undertake journey by this route frequently as I am working in Mysuru and my parents live in Chennai. I'm the only daughter of my parents and aged 35. I was married five years back and within a year my marriage broke as I found my husband to be a regular gambler and wasted all his earnings in gambling. When he was out of money, he would try to extract money out of me and when I refused, he would resort to physical violence. But it didn't end only on receiving his blows and slaps on my tender body. He had a strange psychiatric aberration. Whenever he physically assaulted me, he became sexually aroused and hyper active. While I used to be reeling under the impact of his violence, he would roughly force me satisfy his lust. I was not ready to put up with all these and filed for divorce. It took two long years to get the divorce. I was then 32 plus and my parents wanted me to find another match for me. But my bitter experience was enough to restrain me from getting into another married life. In fact, I was disgusted about marriage.
At 32, I looked charming. My over all stature, my slim figure, a well maintained body, my swinging buttocks and 34 D breasts attracted many males of my age as well as slightly older and younger ones to propose marriage. But I had enough of it. In fact, I was frightened about another marriage and confronting similar experiences of being sucked for money and on refusal to get assaulted and after the severe physical assault, when I needed time to soothe my aching body, to be dragged forcibly to bed and my gambler husband putting him inside me without mercy. So the idea of another marriage just frightened me and I mildly declined all the proposals I received, much to the worry and concern of my parents.
By the time I was 35 and established myself quite comfortably, my parents gave up further hope to see me married again. I visited my parents most frequently at Chennai and though initially I felt concerned to travel by sleeper bus at night, my regular travel in this route introduced me to all the bus drivers and conductors. They knew me well and even their booking counters knew me so that even at a short notice, I could book tickets over a simple phone call.
The event that I'm going to narrate would not have occurred if I had booked a ticket by phone call as they knew me and would have adjusted me with another female in the sleeper couch. But on that occasion, I had booked online and inadvertently, I did not specify my gender. So on boarding the bus, I was shocked to find a man of around fifty years as my co-passenger in the upper sleeper coach. When I complained, the conductor brought out the record and pointed out my mistake of not specifying either my gender nor prefixing Miss or Mrs before my name. The conductor asked me why as usual I didn't call up their office to book a seat in that case they would have known and arranged either a lady passenger beside me or would have left one seat beside me without any passenger. However, the conductor assured me to find out a lady co-passenger to occupy the seat beside me.
But bad luck for me. There were at least five ladies in that bus on that evening but all were with their husbands or family members and were not ready to exchange their seats. I was contemplating about abandoning the journey for that night and instead to book a fresh reservation for the next evening, when I saw my distant nephew, Ravi, boarding the bus.
Ravi was the son of a very distant cousin sister of mine. Even though we lived in two different parts of the same city, twice or thrice in a year we used to visit each other during Pongal or other such ceremonies.
Ravi was just 20 and was doing his B. Tech course in Chennai. I approached him and told him of the problem. Ravi told me that since he had booked at the last moment, he was alloted the last berth of the bottom, and that I might not feel comfortable in that berth as that one was prone to excessive jerking. Further, the co-passenger of my berth wouldn't naturally agree to exchange his comfortable berth on the top with that of Ravi. But for me, traveling in the uncomfortable berth with my distant nephew was better than sharing a comfortable berth with a stranger of opposite gender.
So I requested the co-passenger in Ravi's berth to exchange his berth with mine. The man readily agreed as he would have a comfortable berth. I took my seat on the window side while Ravi occupied the aisle side. The bus started at around 8.30 PM. I had some formal conversation with Ravi about his parents, my parents, his education, my professional life etc and as the bus moved both of us drifted to sleep. Our sleep was disturbed as I felt being lifted from our berths due to heavy jerking of the vehicle. Almost every passenger cursed the driver and as the bus again started running smoothly every one again fell asleep.
After about an hour, the bus stopped and I heard the conductor announcing a half an hour break and asked the passengers to have their dinner and use the toilet, if necessary. Ravi was asleep and had put a light shawl covering his body. I waked him up as I needed to go to the toilet and have some light refreshments as the dinner. Ravi got down from the aisle side to give way to me to go out of the bus.
I went to the toilet first and when I came out, I found Ravi waiting with some snacks that he had bought for both of us. I scolded him for spending his money since he was a student and I was elder to him and employed. At my insistence he accepted the money I had offered to him for the snacks he had bought. After we had consumed the refreshments, Ravi proposed that since I had paid him for the refreshments, he would like to bring coffee for us. I didn't object as it involved a small amount. Later, we boarded the bus again and took our seats. As the bus started, I fell asleep.
I don't know how much time elapsed. It was dark inside the bus with curtains pulled tightly against each berth and only the mild green lights were giving mild shadowy light in the passage between two rows of berths. I felt a smothering weight on me. On inspection, I found that Ravi had put his right leg on my thighs wrapping both my thighs. Though I felt slightly uncomfortable, I didn't mind considering that he was fifteen years younger to me and our relation was that of an aunt and nephew. However, I slowly lifted his leg and removed it from my thighs without disturbing his sleep. He continued to sleep and I too fell asleep again.
But after sometime I was again awakened from my slumber due to some uncomfortable feelings but it took time for me to make out what it was as my brain had a tipsy feeling. Gradually, I realised that both the legs of Ravi were resting on my thighs. But apart from the weight of his legs, there was the feeling of crawling insect near my navel. I tried to clear the sleepy haze of my brain and to find out what was happening. I first noticed that although I and Ravi had used our own bedsheets to cover ourselves, at that moment we were under one sheet covering us as without myself being aware Ravi had crept under my sheet. I thought it all happened in sleep. But suddenly I became aware that Ravi was not asleep as his finger was gently moving round my navel hole, which meant he had pushed his hand inside my kameez from the side of abdomen. I was flabbergasted as I could feel that it was intentional sensuous touch on his part. I whispered, "What are you doing? Behave yourself. I'm your aunt, not your classmate."
Ravi didn't reply. His hand moved further upward inside my kameez, from navel to my bra, and his fingers went inside the bra cup trying to locate my nipple. I felt the urgency to act to stop him and so I folded my hands near my chest and caught his hand inside my kameez preventing his hand to proceed with its evil intentions any further and said in seriously aggrieved tone, "Stop this nonsense, you pervert. Would you do it with your mom? I'm your mother's sis."
Ravi seemed least bothered at what I said and whispered to my ears almost kissing there, "Don't create a scene nor shout. Everyone will hear and will be curious. After all, passengers know that you opted for change of seat and came to my berth. They will understand why were you interested to shift here from a comfortable berth. So keep quiet. After all, even at your age you look absolutely sexy and gorgeous. Moreover, since you were divorced, your youthful body must be starving. Don't bother, if you are my mom's sis - mother-son sex is very interesting. Presume me as your son, doing the service that your husband was not able to..."
Ravi didn't finish his words. I felt frightened and disgusted at Ravi's attitude and his use of words and folded my hands to persuade him to spare me and to beg for mercy. But I was startled by another another move of Ravi. I was not aware when during sleep he had unknotted the string of my salwar and had pulled it down up to my knees. I became aware of it as his other hand went inside my panty and started roughly fondling my quim. His fingers found their way to my love spot and pushing a finger roughly inside started moving it. An inevitable moan escaped my lips as I felt aroused for the first time at Ravi's manipulation. Ravi immediately put a hand on my mouth and whispered, "Don't make sound, just keep enjoying."
Ravi's mouth descended on mine kissing my lips. We had slept for quite sometimes. There were stale odours both in his mouth and mine. But Ravi didn't bother about it and started sucking my lips and pushed his tongue inside my mouth and was playing with my tongue. I tried to push him away but he was too strong. Meanwhile, his both hands came at my back unhooking the bra and then his hands cupped my breasts and were kneading them mercilessly. My former husband was also rough but I had never the experience of getting my breasts kneaded like that. In the meantime, he was licking my face, my earlobes and neck. Without making noise I was trying to fight him back inside the dark berth covered by curtains. However, being on the window side I was in a weaker position. Ravi had pushed me to the extreme corner and held me within his power. In the meantime, due to scuffle the sheet that covered me got displaced and Ravi pushed my salwar with his legs up to my ankles. I was just in my panty with my slender legs exposed. I was trying hard to resist Ravi though his hand had by that time reached my panty and he was trying to tear it away. He once again whispered to my ears, "Lift your pumpkin like butts, else I will tear your panty and tomorrow morning you will get down from the bus leaving shreds of your panty in the bus and your hot pussy uncovered."
