Lost Innocence -4

A few days later, when mother had to to take brother to the hospital for injections,aunt accompanied her, and they left me with M. After they had left, M took me to his room and closed the door.

'Did your swelling go?' I asked him.

'I think it did. But let's check,' He zipped open his pants to show me his underwear. Then he removed his underwear for the first time. I saw his organ hanging out.

'What's that?'

'That's my swelling. Touch it.' He took my hands and wrapped them around it. It began to grow and swell again. His eyes were closed. I let go instantly.

'Don't be scared,' he said, 'this is the way to cure it. You hold it, rub it up and down and then after some time the swelling disappears.'

I didn't like it at all. 'No, I don't want to do it. Ask P to do it for you,' I protested.

He got angry. 'Okay, so let me tell mother what you did. First you saw my underwear and then you caused this swelling, now it won't go and you won't even help me to cure it.'

'No, don't say anything to mother,' I pleaded.

'So hold it and rub it up and down.'

I did as was told, and saw it grow enormous in my hands. M lay on the bed groaning with eyes closed. A little while later, a fountain of white spurt out of his organ, dirtying my hands. I let go of it and stepped back. He got up pleased and went to wash himself. Then he showed me his organ.

'See? It's small again. The swelling is gone.'

Though I hadn't liked it, I was happy, the swelling was gone.



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