Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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My college exams were over. So I was free for the next month or so. I got up early and got dressed. Most of my class mates live within a radius of half a kilometer. We had decided to collect at the local Park at seven to play a game of cricket. I was ready to go when my mother called me. She gave me a strip of medicines and told me to give it to aunt Shelja. She told me to hurry as Shelja had fallen in her bathroom and had hurt her right wrist.
Aunt Shelja is my father's elder sister. She is a spinster and lives alone in a duplex at a distance of 5 km from our house. I knew I won't be able to reach for the game in time. But what could be done. I put the strip of medicine in my shirt pocket and started for aunt's place on my 'Hero' bicycle, gifted to me by my mother on my eighteenth birthday last year. I tried to paddle as fast as I could.
Aunt Shelja is a spinster. She is a very bossy, egoistic and fussy type of woman. Nobody in the family likes her. Rather everybody hates her and she also keeps aloof and prefers to stay away from the family. My father is the only person who tolerates her somehow. She had been the cause of a lot of anxiety and tension in the family. It was said that my mother had to suffer much humiliation because of her. My other uncles and aunts abused her openly. But natural, that I was also not favorably inclined towards her.
Outwardly also she is not an attractive person. Unlike most females our family, who very beautiful and had, if not gorgeous, very lovely curvaceous bodies she was tall, thin and frail. She had a thin face with small thin lips and a sharp nose and sharp shin. It could have been lovely if she had learnt to smile and laugh. But I had never seen her smiling. She is a teacher at the government school and her students also are more afraid of her than the principal of the school. She is flat chested though her back side is not bad.
As I reached her house I found the outer door open. I went in and couldn't find her in the front living room or the kitchen. I tip toed to another room which I had rightly assumed to be the bedroom. There she was sitting on the bed both her hands in her lap.
"What took you so long? You mother said she will send you immediately." She growled.
The words made my blood really boil. I felt like throwing the strip of tablets in her face. I wanted to really punish this thankless woman somehow. I had come cycling as fast as I could on those busy roads. It was not my fault that she had chosen to live so far away from the rest of the family. But then tears started flowing down her skinny, hollow cheeks. Now how does one punish a woman already whimpering with pain? Suddenly my eyes fell on her right hand lying in her lap. The wrist and the back of her hand were swollen. Being a player of our city cricket team I have seen many such injuries on the playground and I knew immediately that this was not an injury which is going to heal any soon specially with these simple painkillers. I felt pity for her. Chances were that she may have fractured one or both the bones of her fore arm. I moved closer and wiped her tears. I very gingerly put one finger on the swollen wrist and she immediately winced and gave a loud yell.
"Aunt Shelja, your wrist needs proper medical attention. it is not going to heal with these medicines." I said as softly as I could muster. I took out the strip of tablets from my pocket and placed them on the bedside table.
"I know. You just give me the tablets" she said in a rigid tone.
"You get dressed and I will take you to the hospital." I said and went out bugged and angry. I went to the kitchen and filled a glass of water and took out an ice tray from the fridge to make a cold compress. I heard a loud noise of something falling.
"Ronnie" She yelped from the bedroom. I rushed back to the bed room anxious "what the hell?"
She was standing next to her wardrobe with a drawer lying on her feet. "I can't lift my arm." Tears were dripping from her eyes and rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.
"I know. I think there is a fracture or a dislocation."
"How am I going to change?"
I looked at her. She was right. She was wearing a knee length nightie. Either you remove it by lifting it up above your head or you could open the back zipper and let it slid down your feet. She was unable to perform either of the two tasks.
"Let me help you" I said placing the glass and ice tray on the bed.
"I am not wearing anything underneath." She said trying to move away from me.
"But I had already moved behind her. In a flash I got the idea how I was going to get even with her. "Stand still." I said and undid her zipper."
"Is there any other alternative?" I said firmly and moving my hands over her shoulders slowly peeled down her nightie until her left hand was free from it. Then I slowly took out her right hand out of it. She again winced but her hand was soon out of her nightie. I let go of the nightie and it dropped on the floor.
She was standing in front of me totally naked. It all happened so unexpectedly and so fast that she was unable to utter a protest. She tried to hide her nakedness by cupping her crotch with her left hand, saw the futility of here action and dropped the hand back on her side. I feasted my eyes on her body taking in every detail of her back and hips and legs. She saw it all. I turned her around and ran my eyes from head to foot, taking in every detail. I wanted her to know what was happening. The front of my pants was bulging. My dick was erect and rock hard. I hoped she will notice that. There was a strong urge to feel and touch her. I took out a pair of panties and bra from the fallen drawer and started dressing her up.
I got down on my knees, my mouth close to her crotch and lifted her one leg. She immediately placed her healthy hand on my head for support. I put her foot in the one of the leg openings and repeated the same procedure with the other leg. I lifted her panties higher and let the back of my hand caress her hairy vulva. Then I helped her put on her bra again boldly letting my hand rove over her tiny boobs. Then I helped her with Salwar and Kameez not missing any chance to touch and feel her. Through whole this episode she kept her head down evading any eye contact. I knew she was feeling miserable but I wanted her to get the taste of her own medicine.