I had completely forgotten that someone else also had the key to the room where my cousin slept. Our uncle Roberto, who from time to time would help us mowing the lawn and pruning tree branches in our large yard, had a copy.
On this day I was again in the surroundings where I liked to walk in the garden when I heard voices of discussion coming from the hut. So I snuck up to peek without being noticed and was shocked by what I saw.
The boy was sitting on the bed with his head down and crying and was still wearing one of my shortest, most sexy lingerie nightgowns, these with lace on the neckline.
His hair had grown back since he hadn't cut it since he arrived at my house and he looked like a little teenage girl when her breasts are still small and blooming.
The uncle gave him a sermon with his finger raised:
– What a little shame! You fag! You will need to correct yourself and stop this naughtiness. I'll punish you to see if you become a man...
The boy remained silent without any reaction.
– Come on, take off this whore outfit, what are you waiting for?!
– Please, uncle... – finally stammered Julian as he undressed slowly – don't tell this to Jullyette, she'll send me away back to the farm, I'll do anything you say.
At that moment I noticed a sadistic gleam in Uncle Roberto's eyes, who answered while unbuckling the leather belt of his pants:
– Let's see, let's see... To start, shut up and come here – he said, pulling Julian by the arm with violence, leading him to a corner of the wall where there was a gap between two pieces of furniture – Kneel there and be quiet, I'll go show what happens to a little bitch like you!
to be continued...
