《HINI-RAM NI NINONG CHAPTER-2 (Jonas & Kiel)》HINI-RAM NI NINONG CHAPTER-2 (Jonas & Kiel) part 1
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Paalala: minumungkahi ng author na palaging ligtas at gumamit ng protection sa tuwing makikipag talik,marahil may mga eksena sa kwento na hindi ligtas gawin,ang kwento ito ay inalathala lamang...
Part 1
hindi na namin nagawa pang mag suot ng pang ibaba,Napayakap nalamang ako kay ninong jonas at nag takip ng kumot sa pang ibaba, at naka tulog akong nakayakap kay ninong jonas....
Nagising nalamang akong wala na si ninong jonas sa tabi ko maging ang mga pinag hubaran na maong na short at brief ay wala na din,kaya dali naman sin akong nag bihis at bumaba na para mag almusal...
Pag baba ko ay nakita ko si papa na nasa kusina at nakain na ito ng agahan kaya naman sumabay na ako sa kanya "pa ai ninong jonas po?" Tanong ko sa kanya habang nasandok ng pag kanin...
"Ah nauna na di ka na nya ginising masarap daw tulog mo" sagot naman ni papa sa akin,lumipas ang mga araw na hindi nag pupunta sa amin si ninong hangang sa maka recieve ako ng chat mula sa kanya...
"Kiel kumusta na? Di ako maka punta dyan nahihiya kasi ako sa nangyare" sabi nito, "ayus naman po..bakit naman po kayo mahihiya ako nga dapat po ang mahiya e dahil sa ginawa ko sa inyo" sagot ko naman sa kanya...
"Sorry kiel ha naputukan tuloy kita..nadala ako ng libog at kalasingan" sabi nito, "wag kayo mag sorry..ginusto ko naman yun nong kahit ilang beses nyo pa pong ulitin ayus lang" sagot ko sa kanya...
"Ah gnun ba..nasarapan kaba?" Tanong muli nito, " opo nong sobrang sarap po kaya nilunok ko lahat sarap ulitin" sagot ko, "hehe pwde namang ukitn basta sikreto lang natin lalu na sa papa mo?" Sabi ulit nito...
Nag patuloy ang usapan namin ni ninong sa chathangang sa napag usapan namin ang araw kung kelan kami mag kikita at nai kwento ko na rin sa kanya ang mga naging karanasan ko...
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kaya mas lalo itong natuwa,dahil pumayag ako na matikaman nya,hangang sa aumapit na nga ang araw ng sabado at walang pasok sa iskwela at ito ang araw na mag kikita kami ni ninong....
Si papa pa ang gumising sa akin dahil pinag paalam na daw ako ni ninong sa kanya naag papasama ito, pumayag naman si papa dahil wala itong kaalamalam saka may pasok rin kasi ito sa trabaho...
Bago pa maka alis ng bahay si papa ay may pumaradang kotse sa tapat ng bahay namin at bumaba doon si ninong ,nag kumustahan pa sila ni papa saka na kami sumakay sa kotse ni ninong...
Sinabay na din nya si papa hangang sa sakayan ng jeep,nasa harapan ako nakaupo "pareng jonas ikaw na bahala kay kiel" sabi ni papa ng bababa na ito sa terminal ng jeep at nag pasalamat...
continue....
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