I was trying to avoid him coming nearby to me. But he used to do it whenever he found me alone. I was so small to understand this and could not do any...hing about it to stop it. This continued till the caretaker was there.Then i grew a little. There was a grown up boy in my class. He became friendly with me. One day in the recess, he asked me to take out a thing from his pant pocket. I put my hand in his pocket. I was surprised by touch of my hand to a big warm object. It was his **** which was. Touching her, in very intimate places. Her initial fear gave way to arousal as the touch she felt had penetrated into her most private place. She could feel as though someone was stimulating her. She at first closed her legs tightly, to avoid the touch, as she felt violated. But after a moment, she gave herself over and relaxed to accept what was happening.Whom ever( what ever?) was doing this knew well how to touch a woman. No groping around, just a light pleasurable touch. Her smooth smooth. Though I had great respect for both, uncle and aunty, but I had never been vocal to them and there was an apprehension in my mind whether I would feel comfortable with them. Anyways, despite all such apprehensions, now it was final decision that I was going to study in Lucknow University and stay with my uncle and aunt. My uncle had two kids, son Rohit, about 16 yrs and studying in 10th standard and daughter Garima about 14 years old. Contrary to my apprehension, I felt that both, my uncle and. My entire head was still in shadow, but she could feel my eyes on her, taking her in, and then my hand reappeared and closed experimentally on her breasts, first one, then the other. She felt the strength in my fingers, the tension as I fought the urge to crush them in my hands, a kind of gentleness, and that made her bold. She summoned all her strength and tried to free her arms again but I held her now with embarrassing ease, as if I were consumed with her breasts and hardly even aware of her.