My Italian Lover.

5.

Two Week Later. . . .

Today is the 25th of July . Me and Kayla were sexually abused by my uncle Ricky Jackson . I remember this day like it was yesterday . It had been a month since Kayla's parent died and my parents had went out to buy flowers so we can take to Kayla's parents grave .

" Hey Uncle Ri " , Kayla and I greeted him so happily .

" Hey babies " , he said hugging us rubbing our butts so us being kids we didn't mind because we were just kids we didn't mind .

" Okay , let's go take a bath so we can go to bed " , Uncle Ricky told us .

While taking a bath he came in and I told him to leave so he couldn't see us naked but he refused and asked if we wana play a game . So us being the kids we are we got excited and said yes because we thought we would have to mess up the bathroom and wet ourselves more .

But no , he first touch us both on our kitty cat . Everything happened so fast . One minute he was taking his pants off and he took me and Kayla in his arms . He took us in bed and spreads our legs and smiles . In a eye blink he rammed himself inside me . My crys and Kayla's screams didn't matter because he was enjoying himself . While I'm crying I see him raping Kayla too . Starting to see Kayla's eyes shut down slowly I start screaming . . .

After a while my dad and mom got home and heard my screams .
" POW
POW
POW
POW "
My dad shot Uncle Ricky four times . . . .