Rebellion

Rebellion

Thanks to Kenji Sato for the edit.

"Come on Dad. Just because I didn't pass the exam?"

"How many times is this, you bastard? I spent a lot of money to make sure you didn't get expelled from school. You kept fighting instead of studying. You wouldn't even be able to finish school without me let alone the university exam."

"It's the teachers' stupidity. They exaggerated. All this happened without me wanting it. Those bastards started it all. What should I have done, shouldn't I have defended myself?"

"You pray. Their families didn't complain. It was defense. Fuck off. They both ended up in a coma. You will be a man. If you don't want to study you'll work. Suffer a little torture so you can understand the value of what you have."

"Okay, I can work but I can't find a job here. What will I do in my grandmother's village?"

"We talked to your mother. This is what's best for you. Pack your suitcase. I bought your bus ticket. You're leaving in the morning. You won't be back until the summer is over."

It's like they had never been young. They never made a mistake. They judge people so easily. All of this happened to me because of that whore Ceyda. Nothing would have happened if that bitch hadn't wagged her tail at both me and the other fucker. The only thing I regret is not fucking that bitch in the ass. Because of her I'm going to stay in a village on the mountain for three months. Let me come back and show them all.

My name is Berk I am eighteen years old. I am a white-skinned young man with black hair. I graduated from high school this year. I could not pass the university entrance exam. I am one of the three children of my family. I have a twenty-year-old older sister who is studying at university and a twelve-year-old younger sister. Everyone in the family is perfect. I am only the bad apple.

From then on my name has been Banished Berk. Because of a fight I got into before finishing school my family has applied a different punishment than they usually do. They had previously given me room detention or had confiscated my phone but after the last incident they have gotten a little ridiculous.

Whatever happened I would get to see my grandmother and my aunt. I thought the last time I went to the village was when I was around nine years old. Since my grandmother was bedridden my aunt Songül lived with her. She had settled in the village after divorcing her husband. I had talked to her on the phone from time to time but I hadn't seen her for about five years. On the bright side I was going to have a holiday.

My dad took me to the bus station. I was going to have a ten-hour bus ride. I should have at least gone by plane. Stingy bastard. The money he gave me as if I were a beggar wasn't enough for anything. I put on my headphones as soon as I sat in my seat. Did he think I was going to wave at him from the window or something? Or maybe he wanted to make sure I was gone. Damn. The old uncle sitting next to me was probably a bonus. I hoped he wouldn't fart too much.

I woke up in the middle of the night when the bus stopped. I got up without touching the old guy sleeping next to me with his mouth open. Disgusting guy. He was dead but he just didn't know it.

As the night frost hit my face I was cursing my own stupidity. Actually I was not as vagabond as they thought. When I had smoked my cigarette and returned to my seat the old man was still snoring. I couldn't sleep. Looking out the window I couldn't believe I was so far away from civilization.

I arrived at the bus station in the early morning. The demons were playing ball. There was no one here. I got on the bus going to the village. After driving through the mountains and other villages for an hour I got off at a place that looked like a square. There were old adobe houses and barns around me. My insides were dark. What a fucking place I had come to. I almost stepped in cow shit. Oh dad oh. How I wished your dick hadn't gotten up the night you and my mother produced me.

I saw someone walking towards me from about a hundred meters away. She looked like my aunt. It would have been better if my eyes had bled when I got closer. What was she wearing? Loose flower-patterned pants and a fuchsia sweater or sweatshirt. I couldn't understand it. Didn't this woman have any self-respect? She was five years younger than my mother but even so my mother was like a queen next to her.

"My lion. My brave man has arrived." she said and hugged me. The smell of sweat and soot reached my nose.

"Hello auntie."

"You've grown so much. How handsome you've become." she said.

If she continued to hug me I was going to faint. Fortunately the longing was short-lived.

We started walking towards my grandmother's house together. She kept talking about how excited and happy they were that I had come. It seemed to me that she had gone a little crazy but that was normal in a place like this. We came to the garden gate passing between houses surrounded by stone walls. I remembered the blue iron gate with its rusty paint faded.

On the right side of the garden there was a yellow swing with a rotten rope. A little further on there was a well. An old single-story house with a barn next to it. In the back there was my grandfather's '82 Mercedes covered with a tarpaulin. Everything was the same as when I last came. Of course it was older and had been more neglected.

When I hugged and kissed my grandmother with the smell coming from old people hitting my nose. Did they all smell the same? Well she smelled better than my crazy aunt.

While eating they talked about old memories about my childhood. My grandmother told me to do repairs around the house and to help my aunt in the fields during my stay. The smile on her face warmed my heart. I had missed her so much.

When I entered the room where I would sleep I felt a little shock. An old floor bed. A wooden window with wind coming from underneath. Welcome to the Middle Ages. I asked my aunt if there was internet she laughed and told me that the phone only had reception in the garden under the fig tree. There were only local channels on TV. I had fallen into a zone of deprivation. I placed my belongings and explored the surroundings.

If I didn't find something to do I could go crazy here. My aunt was talking to my mother on the phone under the fig tree. She was letting her know that I had arrived. The garden was very neglected as the grass was up to my knees, stones had fallen and holes had opened in the garden walls. I walked towards the barn and entered through the wooden door. A cow was looking at me. I took a sickle and left. I didn't realize the time had passed while I was mowing the weeds. It was dark. I was tired and went to bed after dinner.

The next morning I woke up to the smell of boiled milk. We all had breakfast together. I went to the field with my aunt and hoed. Since it was my first time she showed me a few times. These things were really hard. It turned out that we were in heaven in the city but my back and feet hurt everywhere. During dinner my aunt was telling my grandmother about my clumsiness. I was disgusted with myself because of the smell of sweat at night so I couldn't sleep. I had to take a shower.

The bathroom and toilet were in the same place. I passed my snoring grandmother's room to get to the bathroom door. She and my aunt slept in the same room, both of them must have already fallen asleep. A single bulb whose voltage dropped from time to time was on day and night. The wooden bathroom door would remain slightly ajar and would not close completely. When I pushed it open with my hand I froze.

My aunt was taking a shower.

She didn't see me because her face was all soapy. It wasn't obvious from those sloppy clothes but she had a very nice body. Her legs and shapely hips caught my attention at first. I couldn't take my eyes off her orange-sized breasts from which the water was dripping. When I felt my penis harden I stepped back and returned to my room.

I went to bed but the image of my aunt came to my mind. I told myself she's your aunt don't be a pervert. I could hardly sleep that night. While hoeing in the field in the morning, my eyes were always on my aunt. There was no internet. My aunt was the only female around. I couldn't remember anything other than what I had seen the previous night. She caught me looking at her. She didn't say anything. She continued doing her job.

You're swimming in very dangerous waters Berk.

I managed to tidy up the garden a little. After I threw away the garbage things cleared up. I got help from my next-door neighbor Uncle Hasan to replace the fallen stones in the garden wall. He taught me how to make mortar. He was a retired teacher and was nearly seventy years old. I was amazed at his self-sufficiency at that age. He gave me some paint from his warehouse because I had carried the hay bales he needed. So I painted the door of the house and the garden.

As the first week was coming to an end I talked to my mother on the phone. My aunt had told her what I had done. She was praising me.

"Well done my son. You accomplished so much." she said.

I could hear my father grumbling from behind. "Don't give a damn about it. Let the dog work." I heard him say.

I hung up the phone cursing under my breath.

In the evenings when my grandmother went to sleep we would sit on the sofa in the courtyard listen to songs from an antique radio that my grandfather had. I would chat with my aunt and drink tea. She would tell me about her past experiences and I would listen. She would occasionally ask me questions about my life. This was my only activity in the evenings.

On Saturday morning my aunt called me to the barn. She was going to teach me how to milk cows. She bent under the animal and rolled up her sleeves and pant legs. While she was squeezing the cow's udders I concentrated on her legs. She must have been embarrassed so she covered her legs. I tried to milk it as she had shown me and after a little effort it worked. I was glad that I had finished not because I had done it but that it got me out of this smelly place.

In the afternoon while I was busy with flowers in the garden my aunt came to me. She was wearing a floral-patterned above-the-knee summer dress. This woman's connection with floral patterns was killing me. She brought me a glass of tea.

"You worked hard this week. Do you want to go swimming in the pond behind the field tomorrow?" she asked.

"Why not?"

"Okay. Don't come into the house for half an hour." she said and turned around and left.

The dress aside I was looking at her hips from behind as she walked. I had to go to the bathroom soon and relax. The fresh air made me more energetic. And a little horny.

My grandmother was cold at night even though it was summer. The stove was burning in her room at night. I started chopping wood with an axe behind the house. Thanks to the routine work I did here I noticed that my muscles were getting harder and developing. It was like a free gym membership. While I was carrying the wood to the side the sounds coming from the bathroom caught my attention. My aunt was waxing in the bathroom.

After breakfast and routine work on Sunday we started walking to go to the pond my aunt had mentioned. She was wearing the clothes I had seen when I first came here. Since I didn't have anything to wear I cut up an old pair of jeans and made shorts for myself. After walking on the sandy road for about ten minutes with the chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects. We came to a place where there were reeds taller than me. My aunt moved forward by opening the reeds with a stick. I followed her.

She told me to be careful while walking as there might be snakes on the ground. We came to a clearing with dust everywhere and I was starting to itch. The water looked incredibly clear. We put our belongings on the ground. My aunt first took off her top and then her bottoms. She looked like a nymph in front of me with her milky white skin and old black bikini. She was thirty-five years old but she had a physique like a young girl. My penis was already starting to strain my jeans.

"Come on what are you waiting for? Get in the water." she said. When she realized that I couldn't take my eyes off of her she smiled and jumped into the water first.

I went in after her. The water felt very good. I felt like the fatigue of the whole week had washed away. The fire inside me had gone out a little.

After we got out of the water we sat and sunbathed for a while. I was running my eyes over her wet body. I didn't think she complained about my interest. A man hadn't been this interested in her for five years. While we were chatting the subject of why she got divorced came up. She said that her husband had wanted a baby but they got divorced when they couldn't. It was almost impossible for her to have a child because of a cyst. When the man found out he wanted a divorce. I thought to myself what stupid people there are in this world. We talked about my girlfriends and why I had been sent here.

"If your grandmother asks tell her I was swimming with a dress on. She'll be mad if she hears I was wearing a bikini." she said as I got dressed. My back was to her but I glanced at her from time to time.

"Don't look." she said laughing.

On Monday I went to the town center to do some shopping and get my pocket money that my mother had sent to the bank. My mother sent me secret money from my father. I didn't need much money here. I only needed it for cigarettes. That's why I spent most of the money shopping for home.

On the way back we met Uncle Hasan. He was telling me about the old times. I was listening to him carefully. This old man was very good to me and showed me things that my father did not teach me.

When I returned to the village house my grandmother and aunt were angry with me for buying so many things. I was living in this house, too. I had to contribute. I must admit I had been very angry when I came here but having lived here I felt changed.

My aunt brought me tea while I was sitting on the couch. She was wearing a V-neck t-shirt and short shorts. It was the first time she had dressed so openly. I could see her cleavage and the tops of her breasts. Her attitude towards me had become warmer.

The next day when I was returning from feeding the chickens my aunt and my grandmother were talking.

"Songül, dress a little more modestly there is a man in the house." she said.

"Oh mom. He is my nephew and the weather is very hot."

"If you escalate the bull you can't stop it." said my grandmother.

In the afternoon I went to the fields with my aunt. We were covered in sweat after working for about an hour. After eating something I wanted to go into the pond. My aunt objected because we didn't have swimsuits. I walked towards the pond without listening to her. She followed me in case something happened to me. I took off my clothes and jumped into the water with my boxers on. She was sitting on her knees looking at me.

"Come on." I said.

"No way. I don't have a swimsuit."

"Bikini and underwear are the same thing. No one will see come." I said and splashed water on her.

She started to undress telling me to turn around.

When she got into the water I swam towards her. She was still nervous. She was looking around. I approached her and grabbed her by the waist. When I pulled her towards my lap I was putting pressure on her with my erect penis. She was trying to push me away. Her pink nipples sticking out of her bra drove me crazy. I grabbed her right breast and took it into my mouth.

She moaned. "Ayy." She pushed me and got out of the water.

I jumped after her and hugged her while she was picking up her clothes from the ground. I was kissing her bare shoulders and neck.

"Don't do this. It won't." she said.

I pulled her towards me and pressed my lips to hers. She tried to push me off pressing my chest with her hands but she was unsuccessful. She was no longer pushing me. She was responding to me.

I pulled down her bra straps with my hand and started to caress her breasts. My aunt was moaning with every touch I made. We slowly squatted down. I got on top of my aunt while she was lying on her back. I was kissing and biting her breasts with my lips. As my aunt held both sides of my head with her hands I slowly pulled her bikinis down. I helped her vagina moisten which had not been used for years by fingering it. My aunt was moaning and kissing my neck.

I took my penis out of my boxers. I intended to excite her more by rubbing the head of my cock against her vagina. I slowly put it inside.

My aunt moaned "Ahh. Ohh."

My dick was moving slowly forward as if it was fucking a virgin. I put it all the way inside I looked at my aunt and kissed her. While moving back and forth inside her she put her hands on my hips. She was pulling me towards her. Her breathing becoming rapid.

I fucking my aunt on the reeds by the pond I was probably having the most enjoyable sex I I'd ever had in my life. My movements accelerated. I started going in and out of her hot and tight vagina harder and faster.

My aunt was crying from the pleasure she was feeling. She had an orgasm while shaking. She was waiting for the years. She took my head in her hands and kissed me. While our eyes were looking at each other I came inside her. I collapsed on top of her. She hugged me and kissed my neck.

Suddenly, she said. "I shouldn't have obeyed you. You are my little nephew. How could I do this to my big sister?" She started to cry. She got out from under me and started to get dressed.

"We both wanted that. Don't blame yourself."

"Mom was right. Promise me it won't happen again."

"Should I promise like a naughty little child? We are both adults. I can't promise." I said.

I pulled her to me and hugged her. I kissed her lips. I caressed her black hair. She had calmed down a little. She walked ahead to the field without saying anything. We didn't talk at all until we got back home. Uncle Hasan our next-door neighbor was our guest for dinner. We all drank tea and chatted in the garden. My aunt looked very thoughtful. When it got late everyone went to their rooms and went to sleep.

After breakfast Uncle Hasan and I tried to start my grandfather's Mercedes. Since the battery was dead we had a battery but the engine still wouldn't start. Uncle Hasan said it might have been the carburetor. The two of us removed the part and cleaned it. When we tried again this time the car started. We had spent hours working on the car. When my aunt brought us tea she avoided my eyes.

I didn't have a driver's license but I knew how to drive. I wanted to take a few laps around the village. I told my aunt to get in the car.

Uncle Hasan said. "Come on get in. Take a tour. I'll take care of your mother."

My grandmother was pointing at us with her hand and laughing.

My aunt hesitated a little then got in the car. We left the garden and started driving around the village. She was not talking she was looking out the window. We had come to the field. I pulled the car over and stopped.

"What happened?" she asked thinking the car broke down.

I reached out and held her hand. I brought it to my lips and kissed it. When I looked at her face she was crying. I wiped her tears with my hand. I approached and kissed her. She didn't say anything. I got out of the car and told her to get behind the wheel. She panicked a little. I forced her into the driver's seat.

She was saying. "I can't do this. I can't drive."

After starting the car and taking a few laps we returned home. My aunt got used to it and started laughing.

When we entered the garden gate my grandmother waved to us. She was both laughing and crying. "This is the first time I've seen this car running since my husband passed. Well done boy. " she said.

I was really starting to like this place. People were appreciating what I did. This made me happy. After dinner I talked to my mother. My grandmother couldn't stop praising me she was thanking my mother for the work I had done. Maybe for the first time in my life I was proud.

At night I was sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette and looking up at the sky with the lights off. An old song was playing on the radio. The lights of Uncle Hasan's house were out. It had been almost two weeks since I had come to the village. I realized that I didn't miss the city I knew at all. I was breathing in a different world.

The door opened. My aunt came out and lit a cigarette. My grandmother must have been asleep. She sat next to me. She was looking into the distance. When she finished her cigarette she put her hand on mine and squeezed it. She was looking at me. She smiled shyly. She stood up slowly. I went into the house after her. My grandmother had already started to snore. I took her hand and took her to my room.

The sound of the radio was coming through the window. My lips found my aunt's lips. We started kissing. I was caressing her hair as we undressed silently. I lay down on the bed and pulled the covers over us. When our naked bodies touched a feeling filled me. I was kissing and licking her breasts. Her scent was intoxicating me.

She opened her legs. She wanted me and accepted me as her man. While looking into her eyes I slowly entered her. We became one again. Our lips met again. While my aunt was moaning I started to move in and out of her rhythmically. I sped up my aunt covered her mouth with her hand. She didn't want her mother to hear us. I was thrusting into her vagina hard with all my strength. Her nails were digging into my back. She ejaculated by biting her fingers. I took her legs on my shoulders and started fucking her.

Our voices got louder in the room she made a sign with her hand and laughed. When I finally put my unborn children in her vagina I was out of breath. I lay on top of her. She was kissing my neck and lips. Since my grandmother was still snoring, there was no problem. She lay in my bosom for a while. I fucked her many times until the morning. I didn't want her to leave me but we had to.

After that night we would hold hands and kiss when no one could see us. The pond was our love nest during the day and my room was our love nest at night. It was like we were married. I didn't lose my strength as she would put walnuts and honey in front of me for breakfast in the mornings and wanted me to eat anything that would give me energy.

A month has passed so quickly. I am now realizing how futile my initial rebellion had been. I have two more months in paradise.