THE FIRST INTRUDER

Vicky stared at the man as he walked towards her. He was a giant of a person. He looked exactly like her step father Tod. A cold chill went through her spines as she recalled an ordeal she underwent in Toďs hands.

The event had happened a few years ago just some months after her mother had remarried to Tod. Tod had moved in with them and the family was happy once again. He was a good father to Vicky and her younger siblings. Whenever he came home, Tod brought with him numerous gifts every evening. Sometimes he would bring snacks, at other times it would be candy and sweets and sometimes, clothes. He usually came home at around 8:00 pm when all the family members were present.

One day he came home earlier than usual. It was at exactly five in the evening. At such times Vicky's mother would still be at the market where she operated a groceries stall. Her two younger sons would always be playing with the neighbor's children in the nearby open ground. Only Vicky who schooled at the village secondary school would be returning home from school. Technically, there was no one at home when Tod arrived.

A few minutes later Vicky arrived from school. She found the door unlocked. This did not surprise her because her little brothers more often forgot to lock the door when they went out.

" The little rats ran out again forgetting the door!" Vicky spoke to herself as she went in. Not that she was angry but she liked to tease them as little rats because they always ran around the house making squeaky voices as they played or whenever they were happy. Sometimes she would join the circus and chased them around. Her brothers enjoyed this part the most. They would get overjoyed when they outran their big sister. The boys will wait until their mother or step father came back home in the evening and they would run up and say,

"Mum, you know what, Vicky was chasing us but could not catch us!"

"Yes! We are super-fast!! We beat her today! We shall beat her again tomorrow!" They would jovially say and again run off squealing following each other. The other family members would be left laughing or giggling. The two boys were a great source of inspiration to the family.

Vicky smiled as she entered the house at the thought of her "little rats." She missed them. She went straight into her room to change. Here, her heart skipped. The door to her room was open. How? She had never left it open but had ensured every morning as she went to school that her room was neat and locked.

"Huh! Am I becoming like my little rats?" She reprimanded herself and entered her room.

She sat on her bed for a while then stood up and started undressing. She unbuttoned her blouse and leisurely took it off. She then adjusted the straps of her bras which, she noticed, were becoming tight. Her breasts were slowly growing and she was developing into a young beautiful lady. She looked at her bust and smiled to herself. Then she took off her school skirt, revealing a white underpants bicker. She stroked her bum lightly.

Then she walked towards the wardrobe to pick the clothes she was going to wear that evening. She opened the doors to the wardrobe and her mouth fell open.

There inside the wardrobe, neatly folded, laid a pink silky dress. It was so beautiful and pretty that she screamed in delight when she saw it. In her mind she already knew it was hers.

But how did it get here? "Maybe I did not leave the door to my room open. It might be whoever brought the dress that forgot to lock my room" she consoled herself. With that Vicky took the dress out and decided to try it. She smelled it and exclaimed.

"Wow! Smells so good!" she spoke out aloud. Then she decided to put it on. She went in front of the dressing mirror and started looking at herself. The dress barely covered her thighs but had nice curving at the front side, not neck-high but shaped like a coiled letter -w in the front. The curve was a little lower at her breast level. Even though her breasts were merely cup-size, the dress made them clearly visible and as they were firm and rigid they stood outwards pointedly.

She looked again at the image in the mirror and found herself adjusting her breasts. The action just came of its own accord. She marveled at the person staring back at her from the mirror. She barely recognized herself.

"Wow!" was all she could say.

Then thoughts started flowing through her mind. Could it be her mother who bought such a dress to her?

"No! Definitely not her. So it must be uncle Tod!"

Vicky had never allowed herself to call Tod father or daddy as her younger siblings did. She always told herself that nobody would ever replace her late father. Even in death he was still her father. She therefore, chose to either call her mother's boyfriend by name or add "uncle" to it. Concluding that it must Tod, her step father, her mind started racing again.

"He doesn't have the key to my room! Or could mum have given it to him? Or maybe he just bought the dress and gave it to mum who had delivered it." She thought to herself. "Ahaa! I think they wanted to surprise me! It is a nice surprise in deed!" she told herself.

Just then a voice startled her from behind. "Did you like it?" It was a man's voice. Tod's voice. She turned sharply and out of breath, saw him coming from behind the window curtains.

"Oh my God!" She screamed, "You scared me Uncle!"

"Oh am sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!"

"Have you...have you been here all this while?" she asked.

"No need to panic Vicky, you are a big girl now!" and he started moving towards her.

Stepping backwards she asked, "how did you get in here? Do you have the key to my room? Did mum give you the keys?" She was infuriated by now.

Tod maintained a calm countenance as he said, "Of course she did! There is nothing wrong with that, right?"

Vicky was getting confused! "How could my own mother do this to me? Hasn't she noticed how strangely and evilly Tod looks at me nowadays?" she spoke in her head but audibly no words came out of her moving lips.

Tod looked at her and laughed menacingly. He took other steps and was now inches away from her. He stretched out his hands to hold her and Vicky stumbled by the bed and fell on it. Tod was coming over her when the shouts of Vicky's little brothers sounded in the living room. They had just returned from playing and ran home calling their sister.

"Vicky! Vicky!" They were almost reaching her room. Tod stood straight up and looked around the room. He quickly dashed behind the door just as the little ones entered the room.

As little as they were, they noticed Vicky's new dress!

" Aw you have new dress sister!" Tim, the eldest said.

" We want ours too! We want ours too!" Mike, the youngest joined in and he seemed at the verge of tears.

"Did daddy bring this? Did he bring ours too?" Tim asked.

Vicky was holding them to herself as they admired her cloth. She made quick calculations and decided to grab the straw Tim had thrown her way.

"Yes! He must have brought yours too. Let's go out and find him then."

Joyfully they left running ahead of Vicky shouting, "Daddy! Daddy!". As they went Vicky looked back just in time to see Tod exiting her room. After he had disappeared through the backdoor Vicky stopped following her brothers and went back to her room.

She did not come out of that room for the rest of the day, even when her mother came back later at eight o'clock.