My aunt

Sorry if i take 5 thousand years to tell the story but I think it helps build a bigger picture and to show I'm not lying.

This is a rather obscure story which still in my head affects me. I'm 23 now and 6'6 and about 150 kg, so yeah a big fucking guy who you wouldn't want to mess with because why would you (I box and used to practice Thai boxing for some years). Ok enough about my description now.

I must have been about 10/11 years old and rather easily worried by things that made me uncomfortable. I lived in Uppsala, Sweden in a rather turbulent neighbourhood. Not far from where I lived was a big lake that lead further out to the swedish archipelago. There many people went for swimming and had bbqs but was privately owned but the owners want people to visit and enjoy the place.

My aunt and I used to cycle there together as it was only about 20 minute bike ride through a forest. Be it in mind that my aunt is only 15 years older than me making her about 25/26. She was a model in Paris when she was in her late teens, so she was always the stereotype tall swedish blonde with blue eyes (often can be eye candy to foreign people not used to seeing That, not pointing any fingers! I'm a son of foreign parents from middle East and eastern europe not trying to stereotype or anything!!! Just where I live you get used to it).

We were swimming and eating ice cream together and later decided to head home. This place is surrounded by forest as Sweden is pretty much 75% forest lol. After walking down the path to get to our bikes, there was a 3 meter tall stump and I wanted to climb it. However I struggled getting down. I do blame myself for doing that because we spent another 10 minutes figuring out how to get me down (stupid me). By the time I decided to make my way down a certain part of the stump, two guys (one in a orange tank top, back slick with a crap lion tattoo on his shoulder. The other blue shorts and no top with a back slick as well and with an ugly strip of beard hair going down his chin) they both stood by watching me climb down saying "come on an you can do it" or whatever they said. After I got down they were all buddy buddy with me and then turned their attention completely to my 5 foot 11 inches tall aunt.

I was still 10/11 not completely understanding sexual attractiveness but I knew when a person is a perv or a creep. I'm very defensive over the three women I was raised with and grew up with, my mum, aunt and grandmother. No dude is gonna treat them like a piece of meat but again my shy little shrew self was like piglet from Winnie the puh not being able to defend shit.

They began chatting up my aunt, but she was just being polite and talking to them the way she would to anyone else. They started asking what her name was, luckily she gave them her old name which she changed becasue she hated it. They asked where we lived, where we were going and how we would get home. BOOM those three questions I knew these guys wanted something, their lack of personal space which we swedish people swear by was out the window as well. We told them we cycle and we have to make our way home now. They insisted to give us "a ride" and we put the bikes in the boot of their estate car. We said no very kindly and jumped on our bikes but I always visually remember always being 5 meters away from my aunt while those two dudes were prowling like hyenas around her. No one was there but you can hear people by the lake. Felt so scary because we were hidden in plain sight, something like a horror movie when someone finds hope of a crowd but around the corner the murderer grabs the victim away into the dark inches away from help.

They kept saying, "we can give you things you need" and my aunt was like "and what do you know what I need?" Obviously even me a 10 year old knew what the creep meant. Taking no for an answer, One of the guys went to the car to open the boot while the other guy with the shitty tattoo kept saying "I can get you things, nice things". After opening the boot (completely empty but in no way room for two bikes, shitty bikes at that) the guy returned walking back to my aunt, he was pacing as well towards her. He went right up against the front of her bike. I remember how he had the bike tire between his legs and grabbing hold of the handlebars forcefully and the whole bike shaking by his brunt force.

It was then my aunt told him off to get off of her bike and to let go because we had to leave to get home. She started to raise her voice and so did I, making a lot of noise. We even started pretending as if we didn't even have the convo with them and just started paddling even her pushing both guys out the way and we cycled off. Behind us we saw the car driving and speed past us leaving load of dust. I knew my aunt was scared just as much as I. If I was 10 years older with the confidence and knowledge of defence I would have made them run off with the tail between their legs but what could I do?

My aunt did call her ex boyfriend she just broke up with because it turned out that the two guys where from the same country as him, we live in a rather local place so people will always know someone from someone else like my friend's cousin's neighbour who happen to be brother to that person bullshit. We did describe them in detail but I don't remember what happened after, a lot of my childhood is rather suppressed and I have forgotten many other things I'm trying to remember for my own sake.

I hope you enjoyed the story. Always remember when someone is physical in trying to chat you up and being forceful don't be afraid to kick them in the balls as hard as you can, they can be in so much pain they will throw up which gives you time to gtfo outta there. I have a few more stories if you wanna hear more!